He does

Now that he knew exactly how the control worked, Lucas brought the whistle to his lips and blew it hard. The sharp sound cut through the gym. Every head in the room turned toward him at once.

“Since your dear coach is so busy in her devotion to me,” he said loudly, his voice carrying across the polished floor, “she will let me take over cheerleading practice for today. All of you are extremely eager to please me, so you must do whatever it takes, no matter what I ask of you.”

The words washed over the room like a wave. Jenna’s smug expression dropped instantly, her green eyes widening. The other cheerleaders shifted in place, a ripple of unease moving through the line, but none of them spoke against it. In the background, Megan’s kendo stick landed with another sharp crack across Camila’s tits. The coach gasped, then immediately cried out, “I love you, Lord Lucas! You are my God!”

Lucas glanced over at the kneeling woman. Her bronze skin was already marked with red streaks across her chest. Her heavy breathing filled the pauses between strikes, but she kept her hands locked behind her head, back straight, legs spread exactly as ordered. Megan stood beside her, professional and calm in her teacher’s blouse and pencil skirt, adjusting her grip on the stick before delivering the next blow.

“I do not believe you have a problem with that, do you Camila?” Lucas asked, raising his voice just enough for her to hear.

Camila’s head lifted. Her dark eyes were wet with tears, but they shone with pure reverence. “I… do… whatever my Lord commands…” she managed, her voice strained but steady. Another crack from the stick made her body jolt, and she added quickly, “Thank you for letting me serve you, Lord Lucas!”

“That settles it then,” Lucas said. He clapped his hands once. “All female cheerleaders line up in front of me. All the men in the room can sit on the bleachers and face the opposite way. You just sit there silently and don’t bother us, okay?”

There was a moment of shuffling as the order took hold. The male players and any other guys who had been watching practice moved without protest toward the bleachers. They turned their backs and sat down quietly, exactly as told. Meanwhile, the eleven members of the cheerleading squad present formed a neat line in front of Lucas, their sneakers squeaking softly on the gym floor. Camila’s punishment continued in the background, the rhythmic cracks of the kendo stick and her fervent cries of worship providing a constant backdrop.

Lucas felt a surge of power. He was controlling an entire gym full of people with nothing but a whistle and his words. His heart beat harder as he started walking slowly down the line, taking stock of each girl. They stood at attention, some shifting nervously from foot to foot, others staring straight ahead with wide eyes. Their cheer uniforms were the modest kind, long-sleeved dresses with the school logo and pleated skirts that reached mid-thigh. Practical for practice, but nothing that showed off what they actually had.

He stopped in front of Jenna Blake.

She really was the hottest one here, he didn’t really need Megan to tell him that. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled into a high, tight ponytail that swayed slightly as she breathed. The color caught the gym lights and looked almost golden. She had a fit, petite frame, but her DD breasts pressed noticeably against the front of her dress, stretching the fabric just enough to draw the eye. Her green eyes met his for a second before dropping nervously to the floor. A faint flush had started on her cheeks.

Lucas let his gaze move down her body openly. The uniform did her no favors. It covered too much, hiding the curves he knew were there. He could already picture what was underneath.

“Off,” he said.

Jenna blinked, confused. “What?”

“Take off your dress.”

Her eyes went wide. “But… why… Coach Torres never asked–”

Before she could finish, the Black girl standing to Jenna’s right spoke up, her voice sharp with disbelief. “Coach Torres has never asked us to do anything like this. This is crazy.”

Lucas turned to her slowly. She was taller than most of the squad, with strong legs and a thick, rounded ass that the pleated skirt barely contained. Her dark skin gleamed under the lights and her braided hair was pulled back neatly for practice.

“COACH TORRES IS NOT IN CHARGE RIGHT NOW, IS SHE?” Lucas yelled, stepping right up to her.

The girl flinched but didn’t back away. Lucas pointed at the spot beside him. “Come here. Stand next to me.”

She hesitated for a second, then obeyed, moving out of line. Lucas could see the **** in her posture, but the earlier command was still working, she didn’t want to displease him.

“Now, turn around, bend over and touch your toes.”

She swallowed hard, then turned around and bent forward, hands reaching for her sneakers. The motion made her short skirt ride up. Lucas grabbed the hem and tossed it over her midsection, exposing her ass completely. The black panties underneath hugged a thick, fat ass that jiggled slightly from the movement. Gasps rippled down the line of cheerleaders. A couple of the girls quickly covered their eyes.

Lucas brought his hand down hard on her left ass cheek. The loud smack echoed through the gym. The girl winced, her body tensing, but she stayed bent over exactly as ordered.

“Good girl,” Lucas said. “Now don’t move while I explain things. You’re going to give me ten laps around this hall. After every ten laps, you’ll come back, stand right here, bend over again and ask me to spank your ass. You’ll keep doing this until I’ve spanked you ten times total. Understand?”

The girl turned her head slightly, still bent over, her face showing shock. “But… that would be–”

Lucas just glared at her.

She caught herself. “I mean… Yes sir. I shall do that! Permission to move, sir?”

Lucas smiled. “You may begin.”

The girl straightened up, her skirt falling back into place and started jogging around the perimeter of the gym. Her thick ass bounced with each step as she ran. Lucas watched her for a moment, then turned back to the rest of the line.

The other cheerleaders were staring, some with open mouths, others shifting uncomfortably. In the background, Megan’s stick landed again with a loud crack. Camila cried out, voice hoarse but still fervent, “I love you, Lord Lucas! I worship you!”