Lynn plans to humiliate Coach Sterns.

Lynn stops and looks around and you get the sinking feeling that she’s already up to something.

“I think we’ve gone far enough,” she says. “Let’s make some magic!”

“So NOW is the time you want to make wishes?” you ask, incredulously.

“I only said I wouldn’t use any magic during school. We’re nowhere near school and classes are long over. Now, it’s play time,” Lynn grinned. “Sterns is going to be in for a big surprise after what she did to us!”

“So you’re just going to wish for your **** on Coach Stern? What happened to wanting a challenge?” you critique.

“You’re right. There’s no challenge in just wishing for ****,” Lynn agrees, but remains unperturbed. “It has to be something brought upon by herself. Make her face her own hubris!”

You stare at her and blink dumbly.

“Oh come on… pay attention to English class!” she huffed before marching onward. “I want her to be humiliated for what she did to us! Make her think twice about trying it again! She’s just a teacher, she’s got no real power. I’ve got the real power!”

You half expect Lynn to go into maniacal evil villain laughter, but she marches on, ruminating on a plan. You wonder if her time abusing the magic has made her mad with power. She was already vindictive and controlling before, could this loss of control snap her into an even more oppressive wish maker? You shudder at the thought. It may be time to talk her down from doing anything too rash to the unsuspecting phys ed teacher.

“Well, she was just doing her job…” you point out.

Lynn halts and swivels around to face you. “I don’t care if her job is to feed the poor! She crossed me and I’m going to get my ****!”

“... And what exactly is the plan?” you ask, even if you might not really want to hear it.

“I’m thinking about it…” Lynn admits. “Maybe you have some suggestions?”

Lynn looks at you with a raised eyebrow. You think for a minute and thoughts flood your head. They are hazy and viscous, like intangible threads that can be bent, folded and stretched. You realize these are Lynn’s ideas. Instead of fully fleshed out thoughts that your job, as her genie, would be to execute, they are inklings of possible wishes that are open to interpretation and manipulation. She is giving you the reins to steer the wish as you would see fit.

You wonder if it is possible to steer one of her wishes to benefit yourself, but if she catches you trying that, she will have her guard up and never let you have a chance like that again. Her thoughts are focused on Coach Sterns at the moment, so any twist to include yourself into the mix may alert her to your motives. Maybe you should play along for now to make her more comfortable letting you direct her wishes and pick a more opportune moment.

You focus on Lynn’s thoughts of **** and the imagery becomes a bit clearer. One is simply Sterns being caught naked for the whole school to see. It’s straightforward and possibly the least damaging for the cheer coach. Maybe if she was subjected to a walk of shame that would be the end of it.

Another thought is the coach serving as Lynn’s ****. The teacher is serving Lynn tea while wearing black lace lingerie with a maid apron on top and maid’s hat on her head. Lynn feels especially keen on the idea.

A third idea catches your attention. It’s Coach Sterns on the floor of the girl’s shower, naked and covered in sweat. She crawls over to an equally nude Lynn and feverishly begins to eat her out while the rest of the cheer squad is in there, cheering her on. Sterns raises her ass in the air and you see yourself come in behind, sliding yourself into her eager hole.

“Like that one, huh?” Lynn asks with a dirty look. “You’re all pumped up just from thinking about it…” She rubs your still hard cock.

“Ah… actually, that’s from your wish to give me the permanent hardon…” you remind her.

“Oh right…” she says and thinks your cock back to normal. Then, she fills your head with images of Coach Stern sucking on it, which stiffens it back up again. “See? You DO like it!”

Not willing to admit anything, you change the subject. “So, is that your wish then?”

“Actually, I’m leaving it up to you!” Lynn grins.

Suddenly a thought fills your head that you are compelled to grant.

You have a nagging sense of responsibility. It is an anxiety at the pit of your stomach that just won’t go away. You know deep down that there is only one way to find relief from this oppressive sense of pressure. You need to exact **** on Coach Sterns in Lynn’s name.

“What did you wish for?” you ask your mistress, giving her a confused look.

“I am giving you the job of figuring out and then carrying out our **** plan!” Lynn tells you as if it is a great honor.

“But you’re the one that wanted ****,” you say.

“And now you want it too! You do, don’t you?”

“Well, kind of… but really only because I feel I need to now…” you admit.

“Works for me! So! What’s the plan?”

Lynn looks at you expectantly, as if her wish automatically gave you step by step instructions on exacting ****.

“Uh…” you respond after a moment’s thought.

“Oh come on…” Lynn laments. “You’ve got unlimited power and a lust for ****! What are you going to do?!”

“Wait, I get to use magic?” you ask.

“Well… to an extent,” she caveats. “I’ll have to approve the use of magic of course. Like you said, just wishing **** is too easy. I want something more creative out of you!”

“So do I have to run the wish by you first?” you ask, still not clear on how any of this is supposed to work.

“Just wish like you would normally wish and if I deem it acceptable, it will be granted!” Lynn replies in an officious tone. “Go ahead and try now.”

You frown, not quite trusting Lynn to just let you make wishes again. Still, there is no reason not to try. You think about something simple to wish for. You hold out your hand and imagine a stick of gum. In a flash, you feel yourself willing the thought to reality and you look at the stick of gum in your hand! You got your wishes back!

Jubilantly you stuff the gum into your mouth and chew to enjoy its flavor. Next, you wish for a handful of money. You will it to be so and you are carrying fists full of bills! You wish for a sports car, a boat, a cow; each item pops up on the street out of nowhere.

You next think of yourself in a fancy three piece suit. You look down and primp up your collar. You look over to Lynn, imagining her in a glittering red dress.

“Having fun?” Lynn asks, bemused.

You imagine the individual pieces of Lynn’s glittery dress coming apart and drifting to the floor like falling leaves, leaving Lynn completely nude. Lynn gives you a perturbed look and huffs.

“I am now,” you smirk back at her.

Lynn rolls her eyes and causes the thread of your tux to unravel, spooling into a ball on the sidewalk and exposing yourself to the street as well. Despite your regranted power, she still has power over you and this is your reminder.

“Now that you’ve gotten that out of your system,” Lynn says. “How are we going to get our **** on Coach Sterns?”