Stripped by her coach

Katie gave herself no time for second guesses. Coach Stark stepped out of the ring and looking almost as uncomfortable as she felt, said in a clearly **** commanding tone, “Clothes off Katie!”

She gave a stiff nod and did her best to steel herself against the coming embarrassment. Only her sports bra and her combat shorts needed to come off, so she had no time to build herself up before baring some part of her body. She grabbed the hem of her top and slowly pulled it upward. Her pale shapely boobs sprang free of their tight restraints and were far more eager than she was to grace the cool gym air. The familiar shame fueled blush lit up her face, but it was nothing compared to what came next. She tossed the bra to Stark, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts.

This was the part that still felt raw. The weigh in flash in retrospect, had been mercifully brief. The most recent fight where her shorts exploded right off of her, her legs spread wide on the mat while the cameras zoomed in, that had all been seared directly into her brain and left her far more troubled than when her boobs had been bared. Her pussy was her most private part. No one was supposed to see it except for her and someone who got very very lucky. The pale white lips there made her feel far more embarrassment than her breasts or butt cheeks ever could.

Katie pushed the shorts down inch by agonizing inch. The fabric dragged over the smooth curve of her lily white ass first, then revealed the small, neatly trimmed tuft above her slit. Cold air kissed her clit as it sprang free and the sensation of the shorts dragging across the sensitive nub **** a whimper from Katie. Finally her soft, smooth pussy lips were completely bare for any eyes that wanted to have a peek. The stark white skin of her privates glowed deliciously against the rest of her tanned skin. She kicked the shorts away and stood frozen, arms rigid at her sides, heart trying to hammer right out of her chest.

Every instinct she had, screamed at her to cover the goods. Her hands twitched towards her chest and crotch, but she **** them to stay down. This was the weakness that had cost her two fights, she had to conquer it.

“Hot damn, Katie!” Stark shouted, trying for light teasing. “Look at those shiny privates of yours. Maybe we should shine a light on them and blind Sydney for your next fight.”

The teasing was just too much. Katie’s hands flew to cover her bits, clamping down almost painfully over her pussy and boobs. Her fingers pressed deeply into the soft, bare flesh of her feminine charms and the feeling of them in her hands only embarrassed her further. “Coach Staaark!” she squealed, eyes shut, and voice wavering with humiliation.

He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks flushed. “Sorry, champ. I figured you needed to start getting used to the lewd comments too, but I jumped the gun a bit.” An awkward silence stretched between them as they both fought to control their embarrassment.

“It’s… fine,” Katie whispered at last, forcing her hands back to her sides. Her pussy still throbbed with awareness, naked, pale, and impossible to ignore. “It’s my fault for feeling so embarrassed.”

She walked to the ropes and bent forward to duck under the ropes. Stark’s angle found him directly eye level with Katie’s smooth, untanned pussy in all its glory. Her lips slightly parted from the stretch and Stark couldn’t believe the accidental view he was getting. She turned to face Stark as she climbed down, and as she did so, she spread her legs for balance. This view gave him a full eye level look at every pink fold and supple detail of the front side of Katie’s vagina. He had now probably seen more of Katie’s pussy than anyone else in the world had, hell probably even Katie herself had most likely seen her own pussy from such close ups of both angles.

She felt his eyes on her spread pussy and she quickly got to the floor with a yelp. She shot her hands to her crotch and spun around, only to realize she had just revealed her cute little butt to him. Another squeak, another frantic spin and shifting of cover, and she was pussy forward again. She caught herself just before she could get caught in an enf shuffle, and her cheeks burning hotter than ever before. She once again locked her hands at her sides with an adorably humiliated whine and tried really hard to keep them there.

Stark cleared his throat, clearly fighting his every instinct which screamed at him to stare. “That was the easy part, princess.” He said gently. “Now it’s time to do some sparring with the rest of the girls.”

Katie’s stomach dropped. Stripping in private for her coach was one thing. Stepping out there completely naked though, privates on permanent display for every woman she had ever trained with for all these years? That was going to be pure ****. The doubts that were swirling in her mind already got a lot stronger and she started to fear that maybe she couldn’t do it.