Yes- Wait, We Specified Bare Ass, Right?

Michael reached down and firmly grabbed the waistband of her swim briefs, yanking them down past her thighs to completely expose her smooth juicy cheeks to the open air. He raised his heavy right hand, casting a quick, triumphant glance back at the bush where Raenice was watching with a wide, anticipating grin, before bringing his palm down with a loud, ringing slap across Riri’s bare skin.

The heavy smack of Michael’s palm echoed loudly across the open water of the reservoir. A bright red handprint immediately flared up on Riri’s smooth, bare asscheek.

"AHH! I'm a horny slut!” Riri cried out instantly, her voice a mix of sharp surprise and brainwashed compliance. She gripped the edge of the wooden dock tighter, her firm thighs trembling slightly from the impact.

Michael didn't ease up. He raised his hand again and brought it down with a relentless, heavy rhythm, delivering loud, stinging slaps across her exposed, rounded cheeks. With every single strike, the pink-haired firecracker faithfully followed the rewritten rules of the school handbook.

SMACK!

"I'm a horny slut!" she yelled, her voice echoing off the trees.

SMACK!

"I'm a horny slut!" she cried out even louder, her face flushing a deep crimson as the stinging heat spread across her backside.

SMACK!

"I'M A HORNY SLUT!" she shrieked, her tone raw and desperate.

Michael delivered a few more punishing, heavy slaps until both of her cheeks were glowing a deep, vibrant crimson. From behind the bush, Raenice covered her mouth, stifling a giggle of corrupted excitement as she watched the proud athlete get completely broken down.

"Alright, that's enough correction for now," Michael finally commanded, resting his hand on her hip. "Pull your suit up and get back in line."

"T-Thank you for the correction, Supervisor," Riri panted breathlessly. She stood up on shaking legs, hastily pulling her tight swim briefs back up over her burning, red ass, and stepped back next to Hanika, looking entirely submissive.

Hanika stood perfectly still, watching the entire display with a completely serious, analytical expression, fully believing that her teammate had simply received standard school protocol.

Michael stepped back, looking over their flushed, athletic frames. "We aren't done checking your conditioning yet. Hit the deck and give me twenty military-grade pushups. I want to see if your core strength is actually up to varsity standards."

"Yes, Supervisor!" both girls chimed instantly.

Without a moment's delay, the girls dropped flat onto the wooden planks of the dock, pushing themselves up into perfect plank positions to begin their next evaluation. Riri and Hanika immediately began pushing through their reps with disciplined, athletic precision. Their arms bent in perfect unison, keeping their backs completely straight as they lowered their chests to the wooden planks, squishing their large tits against the ground with every rep.

Michael walked slowly around them, adopting a stern expression as if thoroughly evaluating their physical form. In reality, his eyes were locked entirely on their tight, high-cut swimming underwear. With every single pushup, their rounded, athletic glutes shifted and flexed beautifully. Riri’s bare ass, still glowing a vibrant crimson from the spanking, jiggled slightly with each movement, while Hanika’s exceptionally toned, thick thighs and firm backside strained against her tight swim briefs.

"Keep those cores tight, let’s do ten more," Michael commanded smoothly, letting them push past the original number just to prolong the view. "Don't slack off."

By the time they hit thirty reps, both girls were breathing heavily, sweat dripping down their faces and coating their smooth, sun-kissed skin.

"Thirty...completed...Supervisor," Hanika gasped out from her plank position, her arms trembling slightly from the extended exertion. Riri, on the other hand, gave him a grin, signalling she wasn’t down for the count yet.

Michael stepped directly in front of Hanika's head and rested his thumb firmly against the ring once again. He looked down at the brilliant Indian genius and her pink-haired teammate with an authoritative smirk.

"Hanika, your endurance is completely unacceptable for a varsity squad. According to standard disciplinary procedures, an underperforming pushup set requires immediate corrective compliance. You will continue your reps, except every single time you lower your body, you are required to take your Student Supervisor's cock deep into your mouth to build your lung capacity."

The familiar, vibrant flash of pink light rippled simultaneously through both of their eyes, instantly rewriting the logic of athletic training in their minds. To them, Hanika swallowing their supervisor's length while performing physical labor was simply an advanced, highly logical conditioning technique.

"Understood, Supervisor, I will correct my endurance immediately," Hanika said, her intelligent eyes locking onto him with absolute, brainwashed devotion.

Michael casually unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants, letting his thick, rock-hard cock spring free directly over Hanika's face before positioning himself so his dick was right underneath her lips.

Without breaking her perfect plank form, Hanika looked up at his length. As she bent her elbows to lower herself for her thirty-first pushup, she opened her mouth wide. Her lips sealed tightly around the head of his shaft, and as her tits touched the deck, she swallowed his cock as deep into her throat as she could manage, letting out a soft, muffled hum of compliance against his skin.