Coach's New Plaything

I turned her back to face me and I held her there, taking in all of her nakedness. My dick was hard in my gym shorts, and I made no attempt to hide it.

"Are you going to use me, too?" she asked innocently.

I replayed the question in my head over and over. I wanted to use her. I wanted to fuck her right there, but I needed to build trust. The way she asked me felt like she would give in if I told her I wanted to. Her actions that night solidified the idea that she enjoyed sex and wanted it, but not in the way she had been experiencing.

"Oh, I want to. You are very sexy, you know," I responded. "I won't do it unless I knew that you wanted me to, and I want you to want it."

We stood that way for another minute. I stared into her eyes as she stared at my crotch. My dick began thinking for me and I moved toward getting her to tell me she wanted it.

"Has anyone ever made you cum before?" I asked.

It was a question that I needed to ask. I needed to know if she was perpetually unhappy because her sexual needs were never met. I still held onto the idea that if I could be the one that gave her the pleasure I knew she wanted, she would give herself to me.

Her face turned a deep red and she quickly shook her head.

"I can do that for you."

I picked those words specifically to let her know that I was in it for her as well as myself. I started caressing her skin more. My hands ran over abdomen and stomach, stopping just above her neatly trimmed pussy hairs. She watched my hand intently, passively giving me permission to continue. She wasn't afraid nor was she enthusiastic. She was allowing herself to cautiously continue to see where things would go. I knew I was likely the only one to ever offer her such an experience and that she wanted it.

"Sit down," I whispered. As she did, I knelt on the floor in front of her. "Scoot up towards the edge a little and lean back."

I looked into her eyes once more, silently asking her permission. Her eyes told me everything and I proceeded with due caution.

When she was in position, I gently parted her knees. I was presented with the most perfect set of lips that opened for me the more I spread her legs. She was wet and ready for whatever I had in mind for her.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered. I gave her little kisses up her knees and to her inner thighs and gently ran my fingers over her mound. I inhaled her sweet scent, my mouth so close to her that I could feel the heat radiating off of her pussy.

She gasped as I kissed her clit and started to relax as my tongue slowly licked back and forth. After a couple of minutes some soft moans escaped her, and her hands gripped the sides of the couch cushion. Her legs parted a little more and I took that as my cue and plunged my tongue deep into her hole before refocusing on her clit. She gasped again as I slid a finger into her opening. I looked up and saw her eyes closed and she arched her back as my tongue went to work on her clit and my finger pumped in and out of her wet pussy. Suddenly, she cried out as her first orgasm overtook her body. I felt her pussy contract around my finger over and over again. Her orgasm subsided and I removed my finger from her and brought it to my mouth, savoring her sweet juices.

Everything I ever thought about her was confirmed in that moment. She loved sex and responded well to it; she just needed a better lover. Her ability to cum so quickly told me I was the one she needed.

She was staring at me again but did not try to close her legs. She nodded at me after I asked her if she enjoyed it.

"Do you want to keep going?" I asked her.

"Yes, Coach," she said, still breathing heavily.

I stood up and removed my shirt and shorts, finally relieving my strained hardon. Sheena looked up at me with lustful eyes as I towered over her, easily three times her size.

"Have you ever been with a black man before?" She shook her head as I grasped my dick. "I'll be gentle," I said as I repositioned her on the couch and rubbed my cock over her wet pussy. I remembered watching Andy's small cock enter her that one day behind the shed. My eight-inch cock was pressed gently against her opening, ready to fill her like she'd never been filled before. She bit her bottom lip and gripped the couch tighter as I slowly entered her. I couldn't help but moan as I pushed deeper. This was the tightest pussy I'd ever been inside. I gave her time to adjust to me before slowly thrusting in and out. I cupped her tits in my hands and rolled her nipples between my fingers before I bent down and took one into my mouth.

Sheena moaned louder and my pace quickened. She matched my rhythm with her own hips and pushed herself into me. With my thumb I rubbed circles around her clit. Her legs wrapped around my body, pulling me deeper into her pussy. I used that moment to gain a little more insight into her thoughts.

"Do you like this?" I asked, thrusting in and out of her slowly.

"I do," she whispered.

"How does it compare to Andy?"

"You're more attentive now than he ever was," she told me.

I was hoping she would comment on the difference in cock sizes, but I enjoyed hearing her praises still.

"He never cared about what I wanted. That day you caught us behind the shed? It was my idea, but I wanted something different."

"What were you hoping for?" I asked, slowly pushing in as far a I could.

She grunted and winced at being filled so much.

"I wanted us both to cum. I was happy to take his cum any way he wanted as long as there was something in it for me."

I pulled out and looked at my cock covered in her juices before pushing back inside her.

"So, you enjoy sex but want a better partner?" I asked.

She nodded as she watched my cock move in and out of her pussy.

"I love sex," she admitted. "I love being fucked just like you're doing right now."

"Perfect," I thought.

I sped up my thrusts and properly fucked her. She cried out in pleasure as I pounded her. I could feel her pussy spasming around my dick as she cried out from another orgasm. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled out and she watched as rope after rope of hot cum shot over her tits and stomach. I wiped up a small glob with a finger and brought it to her lips for a taste. I let out a groan as she sucked my finger lightly. I leaned forward and replaced my finger with my tongue, and she readily accepted it as we swapped each other's juices.

Everything about her changed that night. The shy, reserved girl I saw walking in the hallways and sitting in the bleachers was gone. The girl lying there with my cum all over her was a proper little slut that felt secure enough to finally share that part of her. It seemed I unlocked her and knew she was mine.

Once I broke away, she sat up and waited as I got a towel to clean her off with. Afterward, I lay sideways on the couch, holding the blanket up as an invitation to join me. She crawled onto the couch with her back pressing gently against my chest. She no doubt felt my softening cock between the cheeks of her ass. I couldn't help but keep running my hands over her delicate skin.

"Thank you," she whispers, "I didn't know it could feel that good."

I kissed the top of her head and held her as she drifted off to sleep. I didn't mean to fall asleep and when I woke up it was a little past eleven at night. Damn, she was so peaceful in my arms but I knew she needed to get home.

As we got dressed, I could tell she was very stressed about getting home late but she wouldn't talk about it. I parked a block away and she gave me a weak smile as she got out. I gave her a few minutes and slowly rolled up with my lights still off. I saw her being pulled inside by a man that I assumed was her father. I promised her I would not intervene as long as she promised to come see me in my office on Monday.

It was a long weekend and my mind often wandered to Sheena as I thought of all the dirty things I wanted to do to her and teach her. I often thought of my need to protect her. She had my mind scrambled unlike any other student had before.

Monday afternoon rolled around and finally I saw Sheena stick her head in my door. I waved her in and she came in and sat down in front of my desk. I got up and closed the door and then pulled her up to give her a hug. I started to ask her about her weekend, but she flinched as my hands touched her back.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I let her go.

"Nothing." She replied, "Umm, my dad was just upset."

"What did he do? Show me."

She shook her head at me, but I wasn't giving her a choice.

"Turn around." I ordered and started lifting the back of her shirt.

I saw thick red marks crisscrossing all over her back. It looked like it came from a belt.

"What the fuck," I cursed under my breath, "Come on, I'm taking you home."

"No, you can't!" She cried, "It's not that bad this time."

"This time?" I asked. I gripped her arm and pulled her as I walked angrily out of my office. "Let's go!"

She knew where I was taking her and reluctantly followed.

We made it to her place, and I took the liberty of walking right in the front door. Her Dad was on the couch. He saw me first and then Sheena as she cowered behind me.

"Who the hell are you?" he said with a heavy slur.

He threw his empty beer bottle on the floor as he got up to confront me.

I punched him right in the face as soon as he got close enough and he stumbled back onto the floor.

"You will never fucking touch her again," I yelled as I picked him up by the front of his shirt and threw him against the wall.

I told him I'd kill him if he hurt Sheena again. I looked at Sheena and told her to pack a bag. She was coming home with me, and I'd come get the rest of her stuff later. I stood in the living room, towering over her father. I positioned myself in such a way that he knew I remained a threat to him and what was going to happen was going to happen regardless of his protests.

He stood and I moved to approach him again. He carefully considered my size compared to his and tossed his hands up.

"Fuckin' take `er," he grunted as he went to the kitchen to get another beer.

He mumbled something about her being worthless and a burden on him. I chose not to engage in discussion with him as I didn't want to reveal my intentions with her nor give him reason to suspect I was fucking her already. She timidly appeared again, and I took her hand and put myself between her and her father in case he decided to make one last move. We left and I watched her stare at her home as we drove away. I chose not to ask her feelings on the matter just yet.

I took her home and I let her get settled in the guest bedroom and get some rest. Everything had moved so fast, I didn't have a plan moving forward. I knew the guest bedroom was not going to be her permanent place. There was a spot next to me in my own bed that I wanted her in, but I needed to give her time to adjust.

She changed schools to avoid any kind of fraternization accusation. That was an immediate concern that was handled delicately. The school's administrator asked why she was transferring so suddenly in her first year. He quickly asked if something had happened on campus, and she denied it just as quickly. She had to retell the story to me since my presence with her in the office would have led to many more questions.

We had many long talks about how to move forward. During those talks, we learned a lot about each other. Specifically, I learned what she wanted most.

"I want to be used," she said several times. "I love sex and I want it a lot, but I like to be controlled to a certain degree."

I thought about what she said and one day, I approached her about it.

"Do you know what a submissive is?"

She seemed confused at the concept so, I showed her. Together, we investigated the submissive lifestyle and the more she read, the more enthusiastic about the idea she became.

"I think this is exactly who I am," she finally told me.

"Then that is what you are from now on," I said. "When you wake in the morning, you will serve me. You will go to school and when I get home in the evening, your life will revolve around seeing to my needs. Of course, you will get what you're looking for out of this. I will teach you. You have to promise me one thing, though."

She looked at me impatiently waiting to hear what I was going to say.

"You have to communicate your needs. That shy girl I first saw in you has to go away," I informed her.

She stared at me and began undressing. I watched her carefully and enjoyed seeing her execute her thoughts. She got on her knees in front of me and looked up at me as if asking if she had pleased me.

"Good girl," I said, pulling my cock out.

"You have so much to learn," I told her as she stared up at me with her mouth full of meat, "lucky for you, I'm eager to be your teacher."

I dumped my load in her mouth that night and tested the waters.

"Don't swallow just yet, baby. I have a lot to tell you and I want to make sure not a sound escapes you until I'm done. Is that okay?"

Sheena nodded at me enthusiastically.

I knelt to her level and stared into her eyes for a moment before beginning.

"We've established this is the path we both want to go down and we want to go down it together. It will be more of a learning process for you than it will be for me as I have experiences here that you currently lack. Nod if you agree."

She did so eagerly.

"I'm going to go out today and pick up some items to start your training. We'll start simple enough, but we have to establish a baseline and see where we want to go from there. There's a significant level of trust that you must afford to me right from the start. I'm going to assume that because you're kneeling there still with a mouth full of my cum that you already know that. What you may not know is that it works the other way, too. I have to trust you, as well."

I stared at her and moved slightly this way and that. Her big brown eyes followed me everywhere I went. She was excited, I could tell.

"You trust me not to hurt you physically or mentally. I trust that you will communicate with me truthfully. If you cannot do that, then I cannot uphold my end of the bargain. Do you see how we are already interwoven? Do you see how we are already bound to serve each other?"

She nodded again, but a little mor solemnly that time.

"Perfect. Swallow."

With little effort, she down the entire load into her stomach and opened her mouth instinctually to show me.

"Good girl. While I'm gone, I have a task for you. You've been sleeping in my bed for a bit now but your things aren't organized. I'm not going to tell you how to do it. You figure that part out. Arrange your things in this room in a logical but inconspicuous manner. I'll inspect your work when I return."

"Okay," she replied.

I nearly laughed at her response thinking about how much she had learned. I kissed her forehead and left to get the things I needed. I didn't know how much effort she would put into her task, but I knew she was going to get punished no matter the result of her work. It's the excuse I needed to use to get started with her training. I stopped to pick up food and some other odds and ends before stopping at a sleezy sex shop at the edge of town. I carefully picked out a few items based on what I already learned about Sheena.

I carefully considered all my possible moves on the way home and what I expected the evening to hold.

"Not too much the first night," I told myself.

I went looking for her when I got home and found her finishing up in our room.

"All done?" I asked curiously.

"I think so," she replied.

I strolled over to where she was standing and looked around before asking her what she'd done while I was gone.

"Well," she started, unsure of herself, "I put my clothes here."

She opened the bottom drawer of my dresser and pointed to some haphazardly folded clothes. She wasn't proud of her work, but she thought it to be good enough. I didn't.

"Where did you put the things that were in there?" I asked.

"Well, they're in the other drawers now," she informed me.

Again, she was unsure of herself. I imagined she operated on the little information I provided and saw no issue with it, which I expected. The day was going nicely.

"Is that what I told you to do?" I asked.

She shook her head and remained unsure of everything around her, including me.

"A lesson must be learned since it seems you already broke the promise you made."

She looked confused. I approached her and educated her.

"I trusted you to communicate with me. It's clear to me that you didn't understand what you were to do and yet, despite what I told you, you gave me the impression you understood. If we can't start off on the right foot, I don't know how we can move forward. In fact, I don't know if we should, given your immediate failure. What do you think?"

"I'm-- I'm sorry! I just didn't know!"

She was aggressive in her apology, but I sensed her sincerity.

"It's clear you didn't know, but you should have asked. If you want to continue with this, you know what must happen next, yeah?"

I watched her work through her thoughts and noted the moment the lightbulb turned on.

"Punishment?"

"That's right," I told her. "Get undressed and find your position in the guest room."

She bowed her head and began removing her clothes. I left the bedroom and waited elsewhere until she had the time I intended to allow her to get in place. I set the air conditioning to a much lower temperature than usual and grabbed the small bag of goodies and headed back to her. When I strolled casually into the guest bedroom, I found her in quite the odd position. She stood silently at the foot of the bed. Her clothes weren't in sight. I walked to her and looked her over.

"I need you to ask me questions when you're unsure. You're not my slave, understand?"

"Yes."

"The first thing you need to do is address me appropriately. What will you call me?" I asked her.

"Master?" she questioned.

The look on her face told me she wasn't bought in on that.

"What else did you have in mind?"

"Sir?"

She seemed less convinced of that title. I paced a little before walking up to her. I was close enough that her pointed nipples pressed against me. I leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"What do you really want to call me, baby girl?" I asked before stepping back to see her reaction.

She softened and her body relaxed. Her hands touched her body in a way that seemed to tell a silent story.

"Daddy," she whispered.

"Do you feel obligated to call me that?" I asked sincerely.

She shook her head.

"Then there we have it," I told her, reaching into a bag I brought with me.

"I have certain things we will begin with. Lie on the bed."

She looked up at me and didn't move for a moment.

"On my back?" she asked.

"You're learning," I told her. "On your stomach."

She mounted the bed and lay still and quiet. I pulled out two sets of cold, steel cuffs. She recoiled each limb as I attached each cuff to her body. She shivered slightly as her body was held spread eagle. I stood at the foot of the bed and saw the wetness building between her legs. She was cold and shivering on the outside, but a fire was brewing inside her. I was excited to continue. I reached into the small bag and pulled out a cheap leather whip.

"You're not gagged for a reason, Sheena," I told her as I moved to the side of the bed. "I will listen to you as I punish you. Everything I do from this moment forward will in the name of refining you into the woman we both want you to be."

Before I even gave her a chance to respond, I brought the whip down hard onto her ass. She yelped loudly. Her body shook during her initial reaction and rested back into place. I resisted the temptation to be compassionate about the pain she received. Instead, I brought it down again. She cried out at the pain of the second lashing, and I paused longer. I listened to every sound she made.