You'll do it

"Be ready to delete that picture," you tell Lisa.

If this works, which it probably won't, then the French coach will be the one who looks bad, not you.

You have to get it over with. The French lady will laugh in your face, and it will be over. You tried. You brush off your robe from the infirmary and leave the bushes to go to the door and knock.

The French coach opens it with her wine in her hand.

She doesn't recognize you right away.

"Jameson," she says. She is intrigued by your sweaty robe, but not by your sweaty scent. She wrinkles her nose.

"Can we talk?" You are so grateful for her teddy. It hides the shape of her body, and just her bare legs are almost enough to make your heart stop.

She looks curious and lets you in. The lock clicks when she closes the door behind you, and you watch her walk back to the bed. If the teddy was just an inch shorter you could see her ass. The other girls, the normal ones without cocks who don't get turned on by women, even they talk about the French coach's ass.

She sits on the bed and crosses her legs fast enough that you don't even get a glimpse of her panties. The cleavage is distracting, though.

"What is the matter? Where is Miss Tran?" She speaks great English.

You decide what you want to say. "I saw what you did you Julieta."

She doesn't get scared or worried. She looks at you.

"I saw," you repeat.

"Yes?"

"Yeah. It was hot. I want you to do it to me too."

She seems truly confused. "Why would I do that?"

"Because if you don't, I'll tell everyone you're abusing your player. There's proof. Her ass is red like a fire truck," you say.

The French coach still doesn't look scared. You wait for her to say something.

"What's your name?" you ask when she doesn't.

"Amelie."

"Will you spank me?" It sounds so stupid to ask. You must look even stupider in your robe. Your hair is crazy and you're sweaty.

Amelie waves her wine glass.

"What does that mean?" you ask. What does she want? You look and see she means the rug. She wants you to get down there? "You want me to sit down?"

"How would I discipline you then?" she asks.

That makes sense. Blushing, you get down on the rug on all fours.

Amelie gets up. You have never been spanked before and you're getting nervous. You close your eyes, and instead of a hand on your bottom, you get a heavy weight on your back.

She just sat on you like a chair.

"Hey," you say. She crosses her legs. You try to look up at her. This is hard. She's taller than you and curvier. "Hey!"

Amelie ignores you and moves her butt like she's getting comfortable. After a minute she puts her hand on your back and runs it over your hip, coming to rest on your ass. She rubs you gently over your robe.

"Have you done something you should not have done?" she asks.

"Sure," you say. This is very uncomfortable. Your back hurts and it is really weird having something rub your butt like this.

"What did you do?" she asks.

"I don't know!"

She digs into your buttock with her fingers, and it hurts like hell. You almost fall.

"Ow!"

"What did you do?"

"Fuck," you gasp. That stings. She lets go and starts to rub gently again.

"What did you do?"

"I tried to masturbate!" You did at the infirmary. That was a bad place to jerk off. It was stupid.

"Why did you want to touch yourself?" she asks.

"I was horny!"

"What did you think about?" Amelie is so calm and it pisses you off.

You better lie. "My boyfriend."

Her hand goes suddenly between your legs, and she cups your vulva. You freeze. If she moves an inch she'll find your cock, which has gotten very hard for some reason.

"What did you really think about?" she asks. You can handle her getting rough with your ass cheeks. If she does that with your clit that's going to hurt. You can't let her do that. You have to tell the truth.

"Ingrid," you say.

Amelie gently withdraws her hand by drawing it over your mound, still through your robe. You clench your buttocks together because it feels good. You can't help it. Her hand rests on your ass again. She rubs it and squeezes, but more gently now.

"How nice." Her weight leaves your back. You see her walk back to the bed and sit. "You may go."

"Wait, what?"

She's serious. You are on the rug with your butt out like an offering, and she pours more wine.

Confused, you get up. Amelie looks startled. You realize that you stood up with a huge boner, and it's very obvious in your robe.

"Shit." You try to cover it up and back away.

Now Amelie doesn't look calm. You are not calm. She is not calm. She knows your secret. Maybe you know hers too. You get out of there.

Lisa is gone! Did she delete the photo?

You have to find her, but you can't go running around the camp wearing only a robe and with a huge erection. Even at night.