Pay your respects to the victor and her "coach"

There's no shortage of attendees wanting to offer their congratulations and Alexis proves happy to indulge them all, whilst gradually moving closer to her patiently waiting patron. Unlike Josh's other protégée, she doesn't seem to have anyone else at the event specifically for her. Due to the slowness of her procession, you're able to pass her and reach the nice young man first.

"Well done," you say by way of greeting, reaching out to shake his hand warmly. "I think it's true to say you had more than a little to do with the result."

"I met Alexis at last year's race," he replies with an easy smile. "It's just a bit of fun…for most people," his eyes drift over towards Konstantina's family, "but she seemed so disappointed to be knocked out early that I couldn't resist suggesting a good hard spanking might make her feel better about her failure. It always works with my girl."

"I find most young ladies benefit from firm consequences, even if they don't realize it at first, but she was amenable?"

"Yes, although I don't think she expected me to paddle her bottom until it was one perfect bruise and she ended up wetting herself right here by the stage! I had to chastise her appropriately for that, too, of course. After that, offering to help her train for this year just seemed natural."

The arrival of the lady in question interrupts your conversation and she offers him the trophy for his help, but he refuses.

"No, you earned it. Good girl. However, I think you know you earned something else as well, don't you?"

He reaches into a pocket and produces what looks like a handful of cord. The cute lass immediately reacts by lifting the front of her skirt to reveal her bare and rather angry-looking pudenda quite unabashedly.

"Yes, sir," she answers, eyes downcast respectfully. "I'm sorry for cumming twice without permission."

Josh takes a small, viciously serrated clamp from the tangle and efficiently attaches it to her swollen and still highly sensitive pleasure nub, peeking out from its concealing folds. The brunette's knees almost buckle and she mewls quietly, tears starting to bead in her eyes. Then, he puts one hand on the back of her left thigh and lifts her leg, sliding his palm down to her ankle, around which he straps one end of of the cord. He then does the same to the other leg, but when he releases it and she tries to put both feet on the ground at the same time, you realize the cord (which passes through a loop in the clamp on its journey between ankles) is fractionally too short, putting slight but excruciating and relentless tension on her most tender parts.

"We should start thinking about what to do next, now that you're the orgasm race champion. Maybe we should start training you for the tennis club's annual charity tug of war?"

From what you've heard, the clamp on her clitoris might stand her in good stead for that, but the gently weeping twenty-something just replies diffidently that she'll be guided by her mentor.

"Have fun and celebrate tonight," he instructs. "You may remove the clamp when you get home. I'll text you tomorrow about your new training regimen, but now I need to see Cornelia and her husband to discuss how she'll be punished and what we can do change up her training for next year. If you change sports, maybe she'll have a chance!"

With a teary smile, Alexis gives him a hug and turns back to her adoring fans, who never seem to tire of asking for selfies, even more so now that she's suffering obvious torment.

"I won't keep you any longer," you say, but Josh suggests exchanging contact details and offers to let you know how the punishment and training are going. You're only too happy to make the acquaintance of a like-minded individual. After all, a highly successful and sought-after disciplinarian should never be too proud to listen to others—and steal their ideas when they're good!