She pretends not to notice... at first

Miss Gomez appeared not to notice the way Rot's cock jutted straight out from his boxers. She massaged his pecs, suggested that she could help him set up a training regimen to add some strength, and spent a couple of minutes on his shins looking, she said, for evidence of a stress fracture that might have been caused by his rebound from the lockers.

"It appears," she finally announced, "that you did not suffer any significant injuries."

"That's good." Rot began to sit up. "I really should be--"

"However," she shoved him back down, "you have been mistreating your body."

"I'll try to be more--"

"I understand you will be teaching martial arts to some of your fellow students. I'd like to see more of the girls learn to defend themselves. Unfortunately, many of their fellow students, and, frankly, the male instructors, do not take a simple 'no' for an answer."

"People can be jerks."

"Exactly." Almost as if by accident, she grasped his dick and stroked it. "After you complete your program, and assuming that Coach Phillips doesn't turn you into Marine-chow, you will come back here to my office. You'll need a massage to stimulate blood flow to your injured muscles."

"I can feel the blood flowing already."

"I confess I'm surprised by what I've been hearing about you, Rot." She picked up the pace of her handjob. "I'd thought you were more passive, too shy to attract the attention of any of the girls and, frankly, too willing to be dominated by the other boys."

"I'm trying to turn over a new leaf."

"Many of those boys and, obviously, the male instructors, need to be taught a lesson." She reached for the zipper to her one-piece gymsuit, tugged it down, and stepped out.