Running Lines

The whole team cheered as Madison entered the court. Normally the cheering would up her adrenaline… now it simply fed her embarrassment…

The team had voted on her punishment. In their estimation getting caught by campus police was a result of not being able to out run them. Which was a result of bad conditioning. So she had been tasked with running a set of 20 line sprints (starting at one baseline of the court she would run to the middle line, run back, and then run to the far baseline and back). It was a grueling task under normal circumstances… and these weren’t normal circumstances.

Some had suggested that since she had no problem running naked thru the quad then she should have no problem doing the sprints naked as well. Luckily she’d been spared the full embarrassment and instead had been given a choice. She could keep two articles of clothing on… and shoes counted.

And so as her entire team cheered she made her way out to the line in just a pair of white tennis shoes and a plain grey sports bra. Currently her two hands covered her shaved snatch. But soon when she started running that would be exposed. Just like her plump ass was now.

She’d been naked in front of her teammates before. A lot of times in fact. But that had been in the locker room and showers. Now she stood in front of them half naked while they were all fully clothed.

Jenna blew a whistle and off she went. Middle line. Back. Far line. Back. The team chanted out the number of the sprint. And so it continued. Whistle. Run. Number called out. Whistle again. Madison over the pounding of her feet and her ragged breathing could make out the teasing comments her teammates had for her.

Some like “Damn I knew she had curves but that ass is better than I expected.” While embarrassing stoked her bruised ego.

Others like “Looks like she knew this was gonna happen and shaved just for us, cause we all know it’s not for some boy.” Made her painfully self conscious about the amount of skin her teammates were seeing.

Luckily Madison was in great shape otherwise the sprints would’ve killed her she thought to herself as she caught her breath briefly after the 18th sprint.

Whistle. Run. Whistle. Run.

“20!” The group called out as Madison crossed the line for the final time. Her legs and lungs were on fire. She was covered in sweat. Acting as though they all hadn’t just gotten a great look at it again she covered her pussy from view with her hands and made her way back to the locker room to shower. Her team clapping as they watched her bare ass leave the court.