Let's Humiliate the Redhead!

You decide that you need complete ****. The next target takes a little more planning, but not much. The next morning as you're making your way to Biology, you spot her sitting alone staring at her phone, a half eaten bagel in her hand. You grab one of your microchips and toss it, managing to get it stuck in the cream cheese just as she goes in for a bite. You smile. With the first half of the job done, you simply wait for volleyball.

The class is mostly uneventful. You rush through your shower and getting dressed. You burst out of the locker room into the hallway to the sight of a small crowd staring at you. Teleportation device strapped to your wrist, you ignore their questioning gaze and begin turning knobs. You press the biggest button... and nothing happens. You try it again, and the device begins to vibrate. Suddenly you're surrounded by a blinding whiteness. You feel yourself vibrate along with the teleporter for a moment.

All at once it's gone. You open your eyes to find yourself standing out on the sidelines, as the women's field hockey team goes about their try outs.

"Damn it! It must've teleported me instead." You hold the device in front of your face, trying to figure out what you did wrong. You're so wrapped up in it, you barely notice when play stops, and everyone's attention turns toward you. When you finally lower your wrist to see what's happening, you're greeted with loud laughter and several phones pointed your way. It's not until you see one of the players wiggle her pinky at you that you look down. To your horror you see that your clothes did not teleport with you. You are standing naked in front of a large group of very athletic women, the early fall chill doing nothing for your already unimpressive cock.

You throw your hands over your crotch and try to run away, but you immediately collide with the field hockey coach, a tall, stern woman with curly brown hair. Her emerald eyes pierce your soul as she stares down at you.

"I suppose you think this is funny?" she says, crossing her arms.

"N-no! I... I just..." Your brain can't even come up with an explanation that doesn't sound crazy.

"Well young man... if you want to try out for the team, I suppose we can let you." Her eyes drop to your covered crotch. "It's not like you'd qualify for the men's team." The line draws some snickers from the growing crowd, and a blush from beneath your skin. The coach then grabs a stick and hands it to you. You instinctively grab it, uncovering yourself for a moment before realizing and covering yourself with the large wooden paddle.

"Ma'am please!"

"Now's not the time to beg. You think showing off that little thing is so funny, you can do it while helping my girls train. Now get out there."

She shoves you onto the field. You stumble toward the crowd. You can't see who, but someone reaches out their stick and trips you, sending you to your hands and knees. Before you can react, the team lines up behind you, and takes turns smacking your bare ass with their field hockey sticks.

Once everyone has had a go, they stop, allowing you to drop your stick and stand to your feet. That's when the laughter abruptly increases. You hear someone yell out from the crowd.

"You might wanna pick your stick back up! That one's a little small."

You look down to see that the spanking has gotten you rock hard, your full four inch erection now standing tall for everyone to see. You forget about the coach, and cover yourself, running off the field and toward your dorm, the laughter and taunting of the women following you even when you can no longer hear them.

Game over! You have been humiliated. Should've quit while you were ahead!