In the showers

After practice, you and your team all head to the changing room to shower and change. You still had to go despite not participating this practice because it was mandatory. The coach really did believe in 'teams do everything together' just short of making them all hang out together or eat lunch together at school. Taking off your skirt, you do notice that the swelling was already starting to go down. It was still an angry red and very sensitive, though. Getting the rest of the way undressed, you head to the showers, leaving your clothes in your locker. There wasn't much point in that other than to tell it was definitely yours since the lockers didn't lock. They were just glorified cubbies with doors. You could buy a lock for them, but you failed to see the point. You step under a shower head and go to turn it on when pain explodes through your pussy. You cry out and fall to your knees holding your aching pussy.

"Girls, line up." You hear Claire say from behind you, sadism in her voice. You yelp as a rolled up tower smack your hands, leaving a red mark. Out of instinct, you move your hands away from your pussy to protect them. That proves to be a mistake when a stinging pain hits your entire slit, including your still swollen clit. You mewl from the pain, jumping a little bit. You go to cover your pussy when another SLAP of the towel reignites the already existing pain between your legs. You suck in a deep breath to keep from screaming, your cheeks puffing out to match your wide eyes as you fall foward, catching yourself before your face hits the floor so your ass was in the air. SMACK!! Another towel hits your slit and your hands ball into fists, your fingernails scraping the floor as they find nothing to hold onto. You end up just digging your nails into your palms to try to distract yourself from your throbbing pussy.

"Stop it!" You scream out, but receive another towel to the pussy anyway. You scream out from pain and rest your forehead on the floor, accidentally giving you a view of your cunt. You couldn't see all of it from this angle, but you could see enough to notice that every towel was leaving it's own red mark. Not all of them had hit only your slit and you know any that was on the mound would likely bruise. Another painful hit has you thinking it'll make your labia and vulva bruise. You think maybe if you don't react they might get bored, so you bite your lower lip. Your body was already mostly unresponsive, trembling as waves of pain coursed through your body. You had nine teammates total, so at least you were over halfway through. Still, you knew a scream would slip out at some point in the next four hits. You were right, the second one really strong and had you screaming and crying as your clit stung from the direct blow. You take the last two as a sobbing mess as your clit throbbed. You lay there, unable to get up. They start forcing panties on you, but you don't have the energy to fight. You can only squeal and squeak as two of them lift you up by the front of your panties, leaving you hanging by your panties on the shower head, which they turn on. The only powerful stream manages to hit your clit, beating it all around like a tiny boxer hitting a punching bag. It stung, worse so when the water got hot, but it also felt good and you were glad your panties were soaked from the water so no one would notice them getting wet from your juices. And as a nerd, you knew wet panties were sturdy as fuck and you were going to be there awhile.