FP Chapter 2

The news doesn’t bother you as much as it bothers others. What is there to worry about? You weren’t doing anything weird out in the sunlight anyway. Some health consultants aren’t going to care what goes on in your cabin. You’ll have to talk to your team about feeding the rumors a bit less, but this doesn’t sound like a big deal.

It’s a big deal to Tiff. After you shower following a full day of training, you answer her text asking you to visit her cabin. The little cabins that the coaches live in are small and cozy, and they line a walkway like houses on a street. You knock on Tiff’s door, and she answers right away. You find her cabin neat, clean, and smelling good. She wears her usual black shorts and white tank. She’s a tall brunette with a thin waist and a magnificent bust, like a Barbie doll. She’s a good coach and you like her, but you know what she’s going to say.

“Were you paying attention this morning?” she asks, sitting on the edge of her bed.

You smile. “Of course.”

“She was talking to you, Riley.”

“Not just me,” you say, unconcerned.

“No. But you’re the worst offender. I heard you tied up and…” she trails off, scowling at you. “Tied up and played with like half of Yellow Team.”

“Not half,” you say.

“Riley, don’t play dumb. You’re dumb. But not this dumb,” Tiff says.

You laugh. “Ouch.”

“You need to be careful.”

“What are you so afraid of?”

“Riley, you don’t get it because you’re a kid.”

“I’m twenty!”

“Riley, you know that fame is hard. You know what else is hard? Scandal. Scandal is what we need to avoid. Like, you just don’t even realize how scary it is,” Tiff tells you earnestly. “Right now FUTA is hot and a little scandal goes a long way. You just can’t underestimate the level of horror that you can get from social media and stuff if things go bad. It’s one thing to play with fire, but you’re playing with fire with a lot of people watching.”

You sigh and join her on the bed, sitting close to her. She’s right, of course.

You nod and look over at her. “I’m not arguing,” you assure her. “But there’s pressure. And now they’re counting on having help dealing with it.”

“They don’t need help, Riley.”

“Are you sure? What about you?”

“What?”

“You’re freaking out,” you say. “The pressure on you isn’t that different from the pressure on us. I know it’s weird, but I’m glad that things got this way. The team is closer. We’re less tense, and I’ve gotten to see some beautiful things,” you say.

“Beautiful?” she asks dryly.

“Yeah. What have you heard?”

“Lots of things,” she says, giving you a look.

“And it doesn’t sound like fun?”

“It’s not about fun, Riley. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with it, just maybe that we shouldn’t do it on TV.”

You laugh. “We don’t. Tell me what you’ve heard.”

“Why?”

“Just do it,” you say.

She rolls her eyes. “I heard that you pick your own MVP and reward them with whatever they want.”

“I do,” you say. “What else?”

“I heard that you spanked a girl until she came.”

“I did,” you say. “It was Sam.”

“Oh my gosh. Don’t tell me that,” Tiff says, turning red.

You laugh. “I told you, I’ve gotten to know them. Some of them don’t like being spanked and it’s a punishment. Some of them like it and it makes them wet. And one of them likes it so much that she’ll wet herself and squirt if you do it right. And that’s Sam,” you add, nudging Tiff with an elbow. “She’ll wiggle around and scream. It’s very cute. Just dripping wet. She gets all red down there. And then the next day you watch her trying to sit down with her booty all sore, but she’s got this glow…”

“Riley,” Tiff says, but her heart’s not in it.

“Max gets wet if you keep it light. Viti likes it. Sheva gets worked up… Lili gets really into it. Rebecca likes just a little. Elena doesn’t care.” You stop there. A moment passes.

“What about Sun and Aki?” Tiff asks. Then she claps her hand over her mouth.

You grin. “So you’re curious.”

“Well, now I have to know,” she says, annoyed.

“I haven’t spanked Sun, and Aki just watches and ties people up for me sometimes. Nobody ever touches her. Consent and boundaries are very important,” you say reassuringly.

“God.” Tiff shakes her head and sighs. “You girls are out of your minds.”

“Stop that. I see you.”

“What?”

“You like it. Just admit it. A little naughty spanking. You’re thinking about it. You like it. But you’re pretending that you don’t. You’re trying to play your role, but it’s just us here. We can be ourselves,” you assure her.

“You are ridiculous.”

“No, I’m just being honest.”

“Too honest.”

“Maybe,” you admit. “But it seems to work.”

Tiff scowls at you, then smiles. “What about Lara?”

“What about Lara?”

“You talked about everyone else. What happens when you spank Lara? You didn’t mention her.”

“She gets hard no matter what I do,” you say. “You naughty coach. Having those thoughts about Lara. I don’t blame you. I bet she’s dying to get her hands on those,” you say with a nod toward Tiff’s huge chest. “All right. Come on.” You pat your lap with your hand.

“What?”

“You’re being naughty. You’ve earned it,” you say.

“Earned it? What? A spanking?” Tiff laughs. “Riley, you’re crazy.”

“Do you know which one you are? Loves it? Likes it? Doesn’t like it?”

Tiff opens her mouth, but she’s already tipped her hand. It’s not like she’s a virgin. She must have some experience, but apparently spanking in the bedroom hasn’t been part of it. She’s intrigued by it.

“See?” you say. “You don’t know. So you’re the crazy one if you pass up this opportunity to find out. The whole team can’t be wrong. Or are you literally incapable of not worrying for five minutes?” you ask.

Tiff gazes at you. You nailed it with the challenge at the end there.

“I don’t like it,” she says.

“You think you won’t. That’s what I think too,” you say. “But I have the guts to find out. Because we’re the same,” you tell her. “I don’t know which one I am either.”

“Right. You’re the dom. You do the spanking,” she says.

“Yup. I get it,” you say. “You aren’t brave enough to do it yourself.” She twitches when you say that. “But help me find out for me. Since I’ll have to behave from now on, remember? I can’t ask anyone else.”

“You want me to spank you?”

“Am I not naughty enough?” you ask.

She laughs. “You’re plenty naughty.”

“Good.” You stand up, and she shuts up. Maybe she thought you were kidding. She could say something, but she doesn’t as you step out of your flip-flops, then push your shorts down. She looks surprised at your underwear: black, hipster-cut briefs that are mostly lace. They barely contain your bulge.

“You always wear sexy underwear like that these days?” she asks.

“Why not?” you reply, crawling onto the bed on all fours. “Come on, Coach. You like to tell me how naughty I am. Try showing me.”

Tiff laughs, but only for a second. Then she stares at you. Then she stares at your rear end.

“Fine, you dumbass. But then you better behave,” she warns, standing up.

“Of course,” you promise as she gets behind you. You look over your shoulder at her to find her blushing.

“You couldn’t keep your clothes on?” she asks.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“OK, you are naughty.” She puts her hand on your bottom. “You’re sure?”

“Quit being a pussy,” you say.

That annoys her. She gives your rump a light slap. Being touched back there is exciting, and being touched by Tiff is even more exciting. But this is not a spanking.

“Like you mean it,” you command in your dom voice, and Tiff is already so deep in your trap that she can’t fight it.

“Oh!” you say when she gives you a real slap back there. Then another. “Oh! Hey.” You look back, blushing, and wiggle your hips. “Don’t just do one side.”

When she starts speeding up, you know it’s time to stop.

“OK,” you tell her. “That’s good. I need this booty to sit on.”

She stops, looking surprised. She was starting to get a little carried away.

You turn over and sit, spreading your legs and looking down.

“I guess it worked,” you say.

Tiff stares at your erection, straining to escape your black panties. Your face is red and you smile at her.

“I think I’m in the second category,” you tell her. “I like it. I don’t love it.”

Tiff licks her lips. For a second there she was enjoying herself. She’s intrigued.

“Your turn now,” you say.