You get a break while the other girls get busted

TThe coach refuses to listen to the other girls, only wanting to hear your side of it since she saw enough to know you were the victim. So, you explain everything that had happened today despite how badly that's turned out for you so far. Suprisingly, she doesn't bust your cunt. Instead, she tells you to go sit down somewhere out of the way and to 'enjoy the show.' Not knowing what she means by that, but extremely happy you're not on the ground clutching your aching pussy from another unfair blow, you do as you're asked. When the coach turns her attention to the other girls, the soft expression she had on her face whike talking to you turns into rage.

"We are a team! And a team does not turn on one of their members! If one of us is suffering, we all suffer. If someone is having a bad day, we should support them and help them. If today had been a game day, Wanda's pain would impacted all of us and we likely would have lost. I do not allow bullying on my court for any reason. When we are on this court, we are a team. We are a family. We do things together as a team. I want all of you lined up against that fence right now! I want you to understand what you did to Wanda." As the team lines up apprehensively, terrified looks on their faces, the coach continues while moving over to the tennis ball shooter machine. "We all suffer from the pain of our teammates." She lines it up with the girl that had hit you first and redies the tennis ball. "Do not cover your pussies. Consider this endurance training."

SMACK! It was dead on! She screams out in pain and falls to the floor, holding her cunt as her voice rises an octave. She sinks down against the fence, legs spread as she holds her aching cunt.

"Move your hands, Claire!" The coach calls out, ignoring the woman's moans and whimpers of pain.

"But my clit..."

She isn't allowed to finish that sentence as the coach bellows out, "Move your hands!" With a squeak of fear, she does. The shorts under her skirt had been **** between her lips a good bit and her clit was either big to begin with or swelling from the direct blow it had taken, because you could see it from your position fairly far away from her! It was presenting itself as a lovely little target and you couldn't help but get excited as the coach lined up the next shot.

SLAM! Her high pitch scream fills the air as the tennis ball smashes into her clit at high speeds, but she doesn't dare hold her aching cunt or close her legs. You see her breathe a sigh of relief and her body relax as the coach changes targets.

SMASH! Another high pitch scream fills the air, but she's learned from Claire's mistakes and doesn't hold her aching slit. Instead, she doubles over and holds her stomach in a last second save as her hands been acting on their own for a second. Her legs trembled, but she also managed to stay on her feet. You knew then to never piss her off because that had been a powerful blow to her clit and she had essentially shrugged it off. She must have been a stubborn woman.

BAM! The next woman in line didn't have the same resolve as the last and falls to her knees, but her hands are up in the air by her face as she tries to focus on showing her coach her hands aren't anywhere near her bruised peach, likely trying to distract herself from the pain. You had to admire the coach's aim with that machine, they had all been direct blows to the clit so far.

WHUMP! Another direct hit! While she was gripping at the fence, face screwed up in pain, the next girl in line tries to make a run for it, but she doesn't move fast enough!

SMACK! SLAM! She falls to the ground, writhing around in pain as she tries to resist the urge to cover her aching pussy from any further ****. Out of fear, the remaining girls stand perfectly still besides the trembles of fear racking through their body, their legs extra spread. There were only a few left and the coach rapid fires them with amazing accuracy to keep them from running off! They all scream out in agony as their clits get compressed by the fast ball and many of them fall to their knees or onto their chest, earning another cry of pain, but no one dares to cover their throbbing clits.

"Now grab your rackets and pick a partner. Since we have an uneven amount of members, Wabda will sit this one out." The rest of the team waddles over to their gear, taking their rackets out and find a partner. "Stand across from each other. I want you to practice your swings by taking turns hitting each other in the vagina with the edge of your rackets. Pretend your partner's clit is the ball and swing as hard as you can. Anyone caught taking it easy on their partner will recieve a blow from me and I will hit you harder than you or your partner ever could." No one wanted to get a blow from the coach, so the rest of practice is filled with feminine cries of agony as they proceed to slam each other in the pussy full **** with their rackets.