Warming up and coming down.

As her coach, I started by making sure Ashley was well-stretched. “All the way down, Ash. Grab those toes,” I instructed, circling around her to enjoy the view from a variety of different angles. Ashley was, in fact, fairly flexible, and was able not just to touch her toes, but to take hold of them with a firm grip, her ass wiggling sexily as she did so. I was impressed, and filed the information away for later use.

“Alright, enough stretching,” I said, causing Ashley to let out a sigh of relief. This turned into a groan of disappointment when I instead tossed her a rope, however. “Get jumping, girl. I know you didn’t warm up properly before I got here.”

Ashley’s mouth twitched, but she obediently took the rope and started skipping. Ashley set a quick pace with short, forceful hops that I feel were specifically designed to cause her breasts to bounce up and down with each jump. I wasn’t complaining, mind you. “Keep it up, Ash. Attagirl.”

Ashley was actually working up a sweat, at this point, and I felt a little bad about the amount of physical effort she had to put forth so early in the evening. Still, she continued just a little longer before winking at me, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Alright, Ash, that’ll do.”

Ashley skipped to a halt and let the rope fall to the ground. Her chest heaved with deep breaths and I tossed her a water bottle, which she graciously drained to the half. “Okay,” She said, passing the bottle back to me, “What’s next, then?”

I nodded approvingly at her determination to keep going, and gestured towards the ring. “Footwork,” I said, and Ashley agreed, turning to face the ring… and immediately falling with a believable cry of feigned agony.

“Ashley!” I cried, swooping down on my star athlete as she cradled her ankle pathetically. I pried the offending joint away from her and felt at it, as if I had any idea what I was doing.

“Fuck, that hurts,” She whimpered.

“No kidding,” I agreed, “Clear sprain. I think we’re done training for today.”

Ashley growled at that. “C’mon, coach. We can keep going. I’ll just, uh, stay off that foot. I don’t need both of ‘em.”

I fixed Ash with a very serious glare, “I appreciate your fervor, Ash, but I’m your coach, and what I say goes. So listen up, here’s what we’re gonna do:...”