Stripped by the coach

"W... what?" Lauren stammered.

"You heard me!" Barked back the former navy seal. "Now, strip!"

"But I... I won't!" Lauren objected.

The very idea was absurd! How could they actually think she'd strip naked?!

"No dawdling!" The drill Sargent said, clearly annoyed.

With that Coach Manson reached over, and with a steely grip, grasped the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head! Lauren squealed and slapped her hands over her bra, cringing. Coach Mason though, was just getting started. She grasped Lauren's skirt and pulled it to her feet. Then, sliding her hands back up she caught Lauren's panties. Lauren grabbed at them, but coach Manson was far, far stronger than Lauren. In less than a second, Lauren's panties were around her ankles. Lauren clutched her smooth shaven crotch as the girl's watching all burst into laughter.

Coach Manson wasn't done yet though. Her hands moved at Lauren's bra, which hid her greatest shame...