Badass Britney

Britney had always been in martial arts from when she could remember. Her dad made her start when she was four years old and by the age of 18 she was a third degree black belt taking down men twice her size. After winning her fair share of competitions, she given the nickname of Badass Britney since she was a total badass and not to mention she also had a huge ass. She had to stop wearing underwear any time she was doing martial arts due to getting uncomfortable wedgies. Around the age of 20, she had a few instances of accidental flashing when a few opponents tried to grab her pants or belt and left the poor woman bottomless for a few seconds before she went into a rage and tossed them aside like a piece of garbage. She could never get over that embarrassment of flashing her unprotected bottom and started to lose matches more due to trying to protect her body from being exposed. She had hit a mental wall and knew she was going to start regressing unless she got it fixed. Her coach gave her a number of someone who specialized in building mental strength, which she quickly called.

“Alright Britney, so what I’m gonna have you do is simple: strip naked…” he said as the girl was wearing her gi and confused by his command.

“I’m sorry…naked?” She asked as she almost instinctively made her clothes cover more.

“Yes…nudity is a part of life. You need to accept it or it will be a crutch that you will never overcome,” he said with a seriousness that indicated it wasn’t an elaborate joke or some kind.

“Can’t I do it after you leave?” She asked with a groan.

“The problem for you, Britney, is being naked in front of others. So I need to be here to help you build confidence…” he said with the same seriousness.

“Uh fineee…” she said taking her gi off and revealing her large breasts. She undid her belt and pants as she stepped out of them and felt silly being naked in front of him. She felt the urge to cover herself but she could tell by his serious look that it would disrupt what he was trying to do. His eyes were looking at her but not in a way that was lecherous. He was looking at her stiff posture and defensive position.

“Relax, Britney…nudity is normal and a part of everyday life. We are born naked and we will die naked as well,” he said in a way that brought her a strange sense of relief. Her arms returned to her side as her posture corrected itself. She took a few deep breaths as she truly started to relax.

“Thank you, sir. Can you help me with my gloves?” She asked with a smirk as she almost forgot she was naked while doing this. He smiled and helped her as she went over to the bag and began to get to work. Her body seemed more loose than usual as she performed combos on the bag with accuracy and ferocity that she had never had before. She was training while completely naked in front of someone she had just met yet she felt fine with it. She mixed in a flurry of punches and kicks and realized just how light her body felt and the pulling of her usual clothes was gone. She was amazed with just how flexible she truly was with punches and kicks in her naked form. A renewed sense of self and a smirk as sweat dripped down her naked body. She loved this new badass Britney…