FK Day 7 - Talk to Amelie

Amelie stops what she's doing and kneels elegantly on the mat.

"What is wrong?" she asks you.

You decide not to bother acting cool. You sit down and sigh, then tell her what's going on with Elena. She listens to you.

"What do you want to do?" she asks when you are done.

"I want to do everything she says," you confess.

"Why don't you?" Amelie asks.

"Because I have to be her captain too. And I already have someone to tell me what to do," you add, blushing as you look at her.

"You belong to no one," Amelie tells you. She doesn't seem bothered. So she wouldn't be offended if you had fun with someone else. Still... you kind of wish you did belong to her.

"What would you do?" you ask.

"Your responsibility to your team comes before your responsibility to yourself," she says. "I would do the same as you have. I would draw a boundary."

You feel relieved. You did the right thing, and Amelie approves. So that is good.

"You played badly. You were unfocused and weak," Amelie says.

Ow. That's like a slap in the face... but she's right. You are pretty sure you are the reason that your team lost.

"What is to be done about that?"

You don't know how to answer that, but you realize she is giving you a look. Ooooh. You messed up, and you have to be disciplined.

Suddenly feeling tingly, you crawl over to her. She takes your chin in her hand and gently guides it. You are obeying her completely, so your whole body follows the gentle tug. She leads you to rest across her legs, face-down so that your backside is in her lap.

You started getting hard the second she touched your skin, and now you have an erection trapped in your underwear and shorts, forming a stubborn bulge that is pushing between her perfect thighs.

Amelie rests her hand on your bottom. Your cock twitches, and you know she can feel it. It's been a while since she spanked you.

When she lifts her hand and hits your clothed buttock, you are startled by how much strength she uses... she is so strong. It hurts! But it also sends a lightning bolt of pleasure spreading from your groin... you whimper pathetically.

"You betrayed your team," she says calmly, in between spanks as you grunt and press your palms against the mat, trying not to cry out. "Your coach..."

"Ah!" You have lost track of how many times she's hit you... your butt is tender and sore. She rubs it gently. "Your opponents," she adds, giving it another cruel slap. You hiss.

She finally stops. Your buttocks are on fire... you won't be able to sit down now. That really was punishment, but sweat drips from your face and you are panting lustily. Your underwear is wet from the precum and the way your pussy is running like a river. You are so turned on.

Amelie's hand squeezes your buttock, making you moan. You weakly push your hips, like you could somehow fuck her thighs, but all you can do is hump weakly against them. The harder she squeezes, the more it hurts, and the better it feels.

Something touches your lips. It's her fingers. You close your eyes and suck on them with abandon as she grips the flesh of your ass and twists. Your hips jerk and your penis throbs, filling your underwear with hot cum. You gasp through three thick spurts, then go limp.

Amelie strokes your hair until you recover.

"Get up," she says.

You feel like you have no strength, but you know you have to obey. Unable to do anything about your sticky underwear and shorts, you get to your feet, feeling wobbly.

"Do better tomorrow," she orders. You are dismissed.