Volleyball Training

Ginger Sullivan was tall. Very tall. Standing at 6'-2," she towered over all the boys and girls in her high school senior class. She was eighteen and had stopped growing, but her height made her stand out in a way that made her uncomfortable and lonely, since boys never asked her out. Ginger was more beautiful than many of the models you would see in glamour magazines, with a willowy toned body and long fiery red hair, but she wasn't into fashion.

She loved sports and spending time outdoors running, hiking and swimming, but her favorite sport was volleyball. Although she had a very shy, sweet personality, she was very competitive when she played volleyball. She wanted to be the best and worked hard to try to accomplish her goal of winning a scholarship to the major university located about an hour north of her town.

Ginger's parents were blue collar workers and her father had tried to start his own business, but their town was on the decline with many young people moving to the university town after graduation for better job opportunities. They did not have enough money to pay for Ginger's university and she was worried about carrying the debt of student loans.

Her coach was Cliff Harrison, who was a state champion basketball player and had won a scholarship to the same university where she wanted to play volleyball. He was a top draft pick for a championship professional basketball team and played for two years after he graduated, but knee and ankle injuries had ended his career. He had made some money from basketball and from an inheritance from his parents, and bought a modest house near the university, as he really enjoyed the energy of the busy university town.

He became the physical education teacher at Ginger's high school, where Cliff had also attended. He also coached the women's volleyball team and Ginger was his star player. Although he was now 25, he remembered what it was like to be the tallest student in school, as he was 6'-4" tall. He hoped Ginger could lead them to a volleyball championship, as he wanted to coach for his university alma mater, so he didn't have such a long commute every day. Winning the championship would not only give Ginger the opportunity for a scholarship but would also help him win a coaching position.

He had watched Ginger not only develop as a volleyball player, but also develop into a beautiful young woman, but he tried to put those type of thoughts out of his mind. At the latest after school practice he became frustrated with Ginger's performance.

"Ginger, why do you keep missing those easy shots?" he shouted at her.

"I'm sorry Coach Harrison, I'm just so distracted. My parents aren't doing well financially, and I need to not only help us win games, but I also need to keep my grades up if I am going to have any chance to win a scholarship."

"I understand Ginger, but you have to get into the zone, where you focus on nothing else but being in the moment you are in and getting the ball over the net. I know you can do this. You just have to have the confidence in yourself that I have in you."

"Thanks Coach, I really appreciate all the help and guidance you've given me over the years. I'll try not to disappoint you and the team." Ginger idolized Coach Harrison and even had a crush on him, as he was very handsome and well built. She wished she was closer to his age, although she was very focused and mature for an eighteen-year-old.

"Ginger, it is not about disappointing the team or me, it is about disappointing yourself." Ginger put her head down in embarrassment and hoped she would do well in the coming game against their rival school. Ginger had helped her team start the season with an undefeated record, but they needed to keep their winning streak to advance to the state championship.

The next game Ginger did well but she missed many shots and her team barely won the game. Unbeknownst to Ginger, Coach Harrison had convinced the scout from the university to see Ginger play in the final game of the season, which was only a few games away. The coach called Ginger into his office after the game.

"Ginger, you did good today, but not good enough. We are going to be playing against harder teams in the remaining games, to complete the season and we need to win all the games to make it to the State Championship." He didn't tell her yet that he had convinced the scout from the university where Coach Harrison attended, and she wanted to attend to come to their final game. There weren't that many games until the final game of the season.

"I'm sorry Coach, I really am trying to stay focused but I'm nervous about getting the scholarship and about disappointing everyone, including myself, if I don't."

"Ginger, we've talked about this. When I played basketball, I had a lot distractions, including thousands of fans either cheering me or booing me. Being able to ignore all other thoughts in your mind besides winning is the difference between a true champion and an also ran player." As Coach Harrison looked at Ginger, he realized how beautiful she really was and how attracted she had become to him. Although he always looked at her like a younger sister, he was now looking at her with lust in his eyes and he prayed these feelings would pass.

The next game they won, but again Ginger played in a lackluster distracted fashion. Coach Harrison was also distracted, as he watched Ginger run up and down the court with her long ponytail swaying back and forth. It was then that the good and bad sides of his brain came together with a plan to make Ginger more focused, but also satisfy his newfound lust for the sexy teenager. His scheme would be for her own good, he rationalized to himself.

After the game, he told Ginger he wanted to speak to her after everyone had left, which she found odd. She hung around the locker room moping about her subpar performance, which was going to make it difficult to win the rest of the games before the final game. After Coach Harrison was sure everyone had left, he called Ginger into his office.

"Ginger, I want you in my office right this minute!"

He had never spoken to her in this way before and she was scared about what he might say. Would he kick her off the team? She meekly walked into his office and sat down in the chair in front of his large wood desk.

"We've talked about your performance many times, haven't we?"

"Yes, Coach. We won again today through, right?"

"Ginger we have tough games to win next to go undefeated this season and make it into the state championships. You really need to focus more."

"I know Coach."

"Well, I have some good news and I have some bad news."

"What's the good news?"

I've convinced the scout for the women's volleyball team at the university to come see the last game of the season. She is an old friend of mine from when I played basketball there."

"That's great! Thank you so much Coach Harrison! What's the bad news though?"

"You are in competition for the scholarship with the star player for the team we are playing in the last game. She is stronger than you, faster than you, tougher than you and has scored many more points than you have. You have very little chance of beating her and getting the scholarship."

Ginger started crying. "But Coach, isn't there some way I can train to beat her?"

This was the moment he knew he had Ginger where he wanted her to satisfy his lust for her. "We only have a few more games to play before the big game against her. "My father was a drill sergeant and trained me to be tough and never crack under pressure. His physical training at boot camp could very painful, but I had plenty of time for him to train me for the battle to win the championship season. He trained me with the same program he trained his soldiers."

He continued with the story. "He pushed me beyond my physical limits of pain, and it worked to focus me during the game, to be afraid of him inflicting more pain on me from additional training after the game, for punishment if we lost. But we would need to do an accelerated training for you, and oriented toward a woman not a man."

"That sounds like a great idea. What do I have to do?"

"Ginger, stand up and take off your clothes."

"What Coach? Is this a joke? Why do you want me to do that?"

"It is part of me training you that nothing can embarrass you or stopping you from reaching your goals, even being humiliated. Not worrying about missing a point, ignoring anyone screaming at you from the stands and not worrying about your scholarship."

"I don't know Coach. This feels so weird."

"Ginger, it took a lot of effort to get the universities' scout to come see you play. But I don't want you to embarrass me if you can't beat our archrival in the final game of the season. Maybe I should call her and tell her not to come?"

Ginger panicked when she heard that. "No, no Coach, please don't tell her not to come. I'll do it."

"Now we seem to understand each other. Stand up and take off your jersey."

"But Coach no one has even seen me naked."

"Well there is a first time for everything. Your being naked is only the start of your training to not be self-conscious and to get more focused during a game."

Ginger was terrified of his remark but slowly peeled off her jersey, standing there with her sports bra and shorts still on.

"Now take off your sports bra.

"But Coach you'll see my breasts."

"When we get done, being embarrassed about me seeing your breasts will not be a big deal."

Ginger was now softly sobbing, but took off her bra, but covered her small but perky tits with her hands.

"Put your arms down. You'll need those hands for other things."

Ginger was really puzzled and terrified now by what was coming next.

"Lean over my desk and reach your arms out in front of you. Put your bra on the desk."

She slowly bent over the desk and waited for what he would do next.

He came up slowly behind her as she started shaking with fear. In one swift motion he yanked her gym shorts and panties down to her ankles, exposing the most beautiful ass he had ever seed. He made her lift her legs one at a time so she could step out of her shorts and panties. Ginger heard him unbuckle his belt and pull it out of the belt loops in a whooshing sound.

"Coach Harrison what are you doing!"

He had his gorgeous teenage star over his desk with nothing but her sneakers and socks on. He knew he could get fired and even arrested for this, but he didn't care anymore. All he cared about was how much he wanted her.

"Ginger, have you ever heard of domestic discipline?"

"No."

"It is a practice for husbands to keep their wives in line. Whenever she does something wrong, not good enough for his liking, or she talked back to him, he humiliates her by making her take her clothes off and spanking her. My drill sargeant father did it to my mother and it made her a much better wife and mother."

"That's crazy. This is gone too far. I don't want to do this."

"Well I guess you don't want that scholarship."

"Okay. But please don't spank me with your hand too hard."

"I'm not going to use my hand. My father always used his belt on her. It was much more effective."

She panicked and tried to struggle, but he held her down and shoved her sports bra in her mouth.

"Now stay still Ginger, so we get through this quicker."

She waited for the first strike, which came quickly as she heard his belt whistle through the air. After the belt hit her pale white ass cheeks, she screamed into the gag.

He struck her with the belt a few times, with her screaming each time, and then stopped for a moment. "I'm going easy on you. You should at least feel lucky that no one is watching you get disciplined. To humiliate my mother more, after I turned eighteen and won the high school championship, as a reward he would let me watch her getting disciplined. She eventually started loving getting belt spanked and would start rubbing her clit while he gave her the spanking she deserved."

Ginger was horrified by what she was hearing but started blanking out of her mind what Coach Harrison was doing to her. She couldn't believe it, but she actually started getting wet imagining Coach Harrison's mother getting spanked by his father, while Coach Harrison was forced to watch, probably with a huge erection. She wanted that scholarship and if this is what it took, she didn't care anymore.

He stopped for a minute as he started seeing her teenage slit glistening with moisture. He pulled the sports bra out of her mouth and started rubbing his fingers up and down her slit.

"It looks like Ginger likes being spanked, like my momma did, huh?"

"No, I don't like it. I don't know why I am getting excited I can't help it."

"I guess we'll have to spank you more. Maybe your little pussy will stop leaking juices down your leg." He started belting her again as she moaned in pain, but she was now leaking even more fluid from her cunt and she started moaning a little.

"Please Coach, please stop," she cried. How many times did your dad spank your mom when she was naughty?"

"Until he got horny and needed to relieve himself."

"Relieve himself? What do you mean by that?"

Coach Harrison grabbed Ginger off the desk and pushed her to her knees in front of him. He yanked down his gym shorts and his rock-hard erection sprang out in front of her. "He would make her suck his cock."

"Please Coach Harrison, please don't make me do that!"

"It is part of your training to build mental toughness. When I was 19 and won my first university championship, as a reward he made my mom suck my cock after he spanked her. "Now open your mouth!" He slapped her cheek hard a couple of times until she opened it and he grabbed the back of her head and forced his cock deep into her throat until she felt she would throw up.

"That feels great Ginger," he moaned. "Just like when my mom would suck it. Dad would make her play with her clit while she sucked me. Do it." Cliff kept ramming his cock deep into her mouth until she started gagging. She was afraid of him getting even rougher, so she obeyed and started rubbing her clit, which started her aching for release. She had always admired her coach but couldn't believe that sexually humiliating her would help her play better.

She rubbed her clit faster and faster, while Coach Harrison fucked her young mouth faster and faster. She knew he was going to come soon and tried to pull back, but he held her head in place as he exploded in her mouth, almost drowning her with the biggest load he ever shot in his life. Ginger also exploded with an intense orgasm. After his well satisfied penis deflated in her mouth, he pulled it out with a pop and quietly said, "now go take a shower. Hopefully, you will play better next game."

Ginger silently went to the showers as Coach Harrison felt a little guilty about manipulating his teenage star player to satisfy his lust for her. After her shower, he told her to bend over the desk as he gently rubbed some ointment onto her red cheeks. He could barely control himself to not try to take her virgin cunt right there and then.

The next game Ginger played great and even scored more points and the team won the game easily. Ginger pushed herself so hard in the game that she strained her back a little. Coach Harrison was very happy that she had improved quite a bit and thought that maybe it was because she was afraid of getting another spanking. But he still felt she was not quite playing up to her potential. He told her to stay after the game again.

"Ginger, you played really good and I feel bad about what I did to you after the last game to motivate you. You played a little too hard and hurt your back. We need you in good shape for the next game. We only need a couple more wins and then the scout will see you play in the final game and you may win that scholarship."

Ginger felt relieved that her coach seemed happy with her. "Take your clothes off Ginger."

"Are you going to spank me again?"

"No, I am just worried that you pushed yourself so hard that you hurt your back. I want to give you a nice massage so you can play the next game with full force.

"Okay, thanks." Ginger slow took off her clothes and laid down on her stomach on the trainer's table. Cliff got out a bottle of massage oil and slowly massaged her body, starting at her shoulders and working his way down to her calves and feet. He got up on the table and straddled her hips, so he could work on her lower back. Ginger was purring with delight.

"Oh Coach, this feels so wonderful. I can feel my muscles loosening up. Thank you so much."

"There's nothing I wouldn't do for my star player. But we only have one more game after the next one until you have to face the strongest meanest player in the conference. I don't think you are tough enough yet to handle her."

As he continued massaging her, a smile came over his face. When I won the really tough second year championship game and my mom had been really bad that week, he gave me a special treat."

"What was that?"

"After her weekly spanking, he let me fuck her up the ass." Coach Harrison took the massage oil and squirted some onto Ginger's crinkled little butthole. She soon had a look of horror on her face.

"Coach. No, please not that!"

"Ginger this is for your own good. We need to make you not afraid of pain." Cliff pulled down his shorts and lined up his throbbing weapon against her tight asshole and unceremoniously jammed it into Ginger's anal cavity as she wailed in pain.

"Please, please take it out! It hurts so bad!"

He slowly started working his cock in and out of her asshole. "Ginger just relax. My mom used to scream at first when I would sodomize her, but she eventually loved it after she stopped all that silly crying and wailing."

She tried to relax her sphincter, hoping that he would come fast. He reached for her hand and put in under her crotch and she knew that he wanted her to be humiliated by her playing with herself as he reamed out her tiny teenage rectum. He pulled on her ponytail and gently choked her as he slammed in and out of her. Soon both of them orgasmed with a mighty roar, and he laid on top of her satisfied that he was toughening her up for the last two games.

He got off the table and came around to her face, as he had some cum leaking out of the end of his cock. He put his cock up to her mouth and said, "clean me off."

She looked at him with a slightly disgusted look but obediently opened her mouth and licked him clean. He looked at her with a smile and said, "let's go take a shower. That was great. The last time I gave an ass fucking so great was to my mom."

"Shower together?"

"Of course, together silly." Coach Harrison lovingly washed every inch of Ginger's body and even washed her hair and toweled her off. She hated that his humiliation of her made her so excited, but she felt compelled to keep following his new coaching method.

The next game Ginger was absolutely on fire. She made the most points ever and totally dominated her opponents. She did miss a couple of points though, but Coach Harrison thought she was almost ready for the big game. By this time, she knew she would have to stay after everyone else and was afraid of what might happen today.

"Ginger you should go take a nice hot shower to loosen up your muscles. We got the big game coming up and we want you to get that scholarship." She was confused. Maybe her performance was good enough that he wouldn't do humiliating things to her to motivate her.

She got in the shower and started soaping herself off. She came out of the shower into the training room and the coach was standing there looking at her with both lust and admiration. He came up behind her and rested his large hands on her muscular shoulders. He started gently kissing the back of her neck and reached around under the towel to caress her young breasts until her nipples stood up stiffly. She was worried about what he was planning this time. "Coach what are you doing?"