The gymnast and her coach (open to one dominant male)

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Looking for one dominant male, someone who is strict and controlling, I’m not looking for something that will immediately jump into sex, I want a build up. I want someone to play the disciplinarian figure.
Detailed replies.. no one liners.

Name: Hannah
Nickname: Annie
Age: Eighteen
Height:5”2
Looks: long dark brown/almost black hair that falls in soft curls down my back, large brown eyes 32b Slim and petite, lightly tanned skin.

Growing up Hannah hadn’t had much of a relationship with her family, they had a lot of money and were always away leaving Hannah with countless nannie’s and babysitters, however since the age of five she spent most of her years doing gymnastics.. something which came natural to her.

When Hannah was sixteen she had been talented scouted by one of the top gyms in the country which had gained her a new coach.. her current coach, he was strange, while Hannah really did like him, she was scared of him as well, he wasn’t afraid to punish her or yell at her like her past coaches had, which made Hannah strive not to screw up and due to that she always won first or second in their competitions. At the same time he was always there for her as a friend, he talked to her when she felt lonely and spent hours holding her when she cried after an argument with her parents. Now two years later she is better than ever.

She trained seven days a week, two hours before school and four hours after, she didn’t mind it kept her out of an empty house, often the sessions would run over the only problem was it was tiring.

Hannah groans as she looks up at her coach with a slight frown, she had been trying to nail the routine for the past few hours but she kept messing up on the backflip at the end.. Hannah could do backflips with her eyes closed but combined with this routine it was impossible. Hannah sighs as she throws herself down on the ground. “I’m going to take a break” she knew he didn’t like breaks but she needed this, she lays back on the mat and closes her eyes as she breathes deeply in and out “how about he call it a night, I’ll try again tomorrow.”

Nick Davis sighed as Hannah messed up the backflip for what seemed to be the thousandth time. He didn't know why she was still struggling with this routine - Nick was a former Olympic hopeful and would have been able to perform similar routines in his sleep. Despite having just turned 35, he still had the body of a former gymnast - a stocky build with a heavily muscled upper body. His chestnut hair was cut short. Hannah was suffering from a lack of mental focus. There was no other plausible explanation. Lack of focus was not acceptable to him.

Hannah flopped down on her back on the mat, eyes closed.

"How about we call it a night? I'll try again tomorrow."

Nick could feel his blood boil and there was a fire behind his deep blue eyes. Did this little tramp honestly think she could decide when they were finished training? He quietly walked over to her and looked down. Her eyes were still closed as she panted from the exertion of her routine. Her failed routine.

Nick leaned over and wrapped his strong hand in the curls of her dark brown hair.

"Get UP!" he gsnarled, accenting the final word by yanking roughly on her hair, forcing the young girl to her feet. Her little body was so small and light and his arm so strong, it was easy for him to pull here to a standing position. Nick pulled her head in until her beautiful young face was just inches from his own.

"Do it again," He growled, "and do it RIGHT this time."

The next thing Hannah knows there is a hand in her hair, she lets out a quite scream as it feels as though the hair is being pulled out of her head, her eyes snap open to look up at him and widen as she see’s how angry he actually is. She gasps as he shouts at her, a small trickle of fear entering her it was never good when he was in a bad mood, whether she had put him there or not.

She whimpers as he begins to force her up to her feet by her long hair, so she quickly scrambles to stand hoping to ease the pressure and it works somewhat. She stands just inches away from him, her chest rising and falling in fear as her eyes lock on to his.

Her heart sinks at his next words, she couldn’t do it again, she just couldn’t concentrate today, she had a lot on her mind with school and the upcoming gymnastics competition, one which could put her in the top 3 per cent in the country.

“I can’t DO IT” she snaps at him, she barely ever raised her voice to him, but she was annoyed today, her eyes flashes as she tries to pull free of him, but she couldn’t not without hurting herself, she brings her hands up to his chest and she pushes gently “just let me go home” she whines.

"I can't DO IT," Hannah snaps back, and she tries to push him away, whining, "just let me go home."

Nick just laughs when she tries to push him away. He has at least a full 90 pounds on her and each of his thighs are bigger than her entire torso. She is standing on her own now, though his hand is still wrapped in her hair. Hannah is defiant and pouty - a little baby girl who didn't get her way so she is throwing a tantrum. Nick doesn't much care what her reasons are. He has no intention of letting her go home until she can master this routine.

"You're not going anywhere," he hisses, "until you can do this routine blindfolded. So get BACK on that fucking mat and DO IT. Or do I have to make you?"

Hannah glares up at him, her lips pursed in a pout, but she knew just as much as he did that she wasn’t going to get her own way this time… she never did. He would win and she would stay hours practicing this routine until it was perfect.

She hears him speak and is sorely tempted to tell him to make her, but she was sure that if she did then he would. “Fine” she snaps throwing her hands up in frustration “I’ll try again but I hope you know this is pointless I’m never going to get it” she complains as she looks away now a little ashamed of the outburst she had in front of her coach, she hated not being able to do something and gymnastics was the one thing that she really excelled at.

“I’ll try again.. I’ll really try coach” she says eventually, offering that in hopes he wouldn’t get mad again.

"If you get your hand out of my hair" she adds as an afterthought

"I'll try again... I'll really try coach," Hannah finally gave in, "If you get your hand out of my hair."

Nick held her hair out in front of them both and pulled his hand out, letting her hair fall down behind her back. He was pleased that Hannah had submitted and agreed to continue practicing, but, then again, she always did. Nick was still disappointed in her attitude. She had admitted defeat before she even tried, and this was becoming more and more commonplace with her in the past couple months. He needed to try and instill some confidence in her.

"Listen," Nick said, putting his arm around her shoulder, "I'm sorry I lost my temper with you, it's just that - I believe in your ability and sometimes I feel like you don't. You can be the best Hannah. You really can. I've never coached somebody as talented as you before and I want you to make it - I want you so badly to make it - because I never could."

He took his hand off her shoulder and lightly patted her behind.

"Now get back out there - and don't give up."

Hannah smiles in relief as he pulls the hand free from her hair which made her feel slightly less intimidated by his presence.. well at least not as much, she begins to head back to the mat when she hears his voice and turns back around, smiling as she feels his arm come around her shoulder, at least that meant he wasn’t really mad at her anymore.

She listens to his words and feels her heart swell if someone like Nick told you you were good.. then you were good, she had seen some of his old competition videos on youtube and he was amazing. “Thank you coach” she says with a sweet smile and then boldly leans up and presses a soft kiss to his cheek, before running back to the mat her cheeks burning, unable to believe that she actually just did that.

Hannah stands in position on the mat, she specialized in floor gymnastics very rarely using the beams or any other equipment. She begins her routine that consists of flips and roundoff’s and many other more advanced moves… she still messes up the ending but manages to improve slightly. Hannah groans in frustration as she starts again, it takes another three times but she finally manages to land it, Hannah smiles brightly and proudly as she looks back at him “so was that okay?” she asks hopefully only he could be the judge.

Nick watched approvingly as Hannah tried her routine again... And again... Finally, on the fourth try, she manages a wobbly landing on her backflip.

"so was that okay?" She asks him, her eyes pleading for his approval.

"It was okay" he admits, "but we need perfection for this routine if you're going to have a shot at qualifying. Let's do it again. And don't stop until I say you can stop."

"It was okay" he admits, "but we need perfection for this routine if you're going to have a shot at qualifying. Let's do it again. And don't stop until I say you can stop."

“Do it again?” Hannah seethes the smug look quickly wiped off of her face “you want me to do it again?” she questions once again. She was annoyed, honestly they had been practicing this routine for hours and finally she had managed to do it right and he goes and tells her that it is just okay. Honestly she knew that she should listen to him, that he knew what he was talking about but she was too tired and sore to complain… every muscle in her body begged her to stop./

She glances up at the clock already they are ten minutes over. “I’ve done it, you said I could leave once I did it” she says with a smirk as she walks over grabbing her waterbottle from the side, before throwing the door to the changing room open and flouncing inside. “just who does he think he is?” she mutters as she throws herself down on the bench, pouting slightly as she begins to remove the tight shorts she had been practicing in sliding them down her legs.

"Do it again? You want me to do it again?" Hannah asked, incredulous. Nick just looked at her with a steely gaze. He knew what was coming next.

"I've done it, you said I could leave once I did it," she smirked, walking into the locker room as he watched. Nick could feel the rage growing inside him at this ungrateful, spoiled little bitch who he had given everything for.

Who the fuck does she think she is dealing with he thought. Does she think I don't want to leave too? It's her own goddamn fault that we're here this late - do the routine and do it fucking right and we can all leave. Instead, she acts like a baby. Well, if she wants to act like a baby, I'm gonna fucking treat her like one.

No - she's not going anywhere.

Nick stormed into the women's locker room after Hannah, practically tearing the door off its hinges as he threw it open. She was there sitting on the bench, pulling off her tiny shorts. He stomped over to her and pushed her down onto the bench face-first, with each of her slender legs straddling the bench. He held her down with one powerful hand while the other slapped her taut little panty-covered asscheeks with his full strength.

"THIS is what HAPPENS when you DON'T. FUCKING. LISTEN!" He bellowed furiously, emphasizing each word with a violent slap of her ass. Hannah struggle in vain as he pinned her to the bench, pummelling her tiny ass over and over until the cute little cheeks were glowing red with the force of his blows.

Panting, he asked her threateningly, "Now, are you ready to get back out there and do what I tell you?"

Hannah hears the door bang open and yelps snapping her head upwards she see’s Nick stood there and immediately she gulps… this whatever was about to happen, she knew that she wouldn’t like it one bit. She watches wide eyed not daring to move as he marches over to her and the next thing Hannah knows she is face down on the bench only then does she realise what is about to happen, Nick had done it to her a couple of times before but only when she really crossed the line.

“Please don’t” she whimpers before the first blow even lands but of course he doesn’t listen to her, the first spank lands causing Hannah to scream loudly it hurt so bad, she begins to struggle in earnest trying to get away from him, but he was just too strong, she whimpers as he continues to hit her, half way through she cannot hold it back any longer and the tears begin to escape her eyes slowly dripping down her face.. she cries softly as he continues to spank her… her struggling subsiding by the time that he has finished. She knew he was right she should have just listened but he was always pushing her.

She sniffles as she wipes her eyes and nods. “Yes” she mumbles weakly, knowing that it would be even harder to do the routine now. She stands up carefully, sliding her shorts back up wincing as the rough material rubs against her stinging ass.

She wipes furiously at her eyes, getting rid of the tears and taking a sip of her drink. She looks at the door, hesitating slightly then looking back at Nick. She pouts slightly then shakes her head.. wondering why she always let him win these arguments, she could just drop out, but then again there was no one like Nick.. besides she’d miss him too much and he pushed her hard, made her do what she was capable of.

“One more time” she says eventually as she walks back into the gym, staring at the mat with annoyance. “Can I just practice the last move?” she asks hopefully, she could do that by itself easily.

"One more time. Can I just practice the last move?" Hannah asks, pouting. Nick had to admit, she was a cute little piece of ass when she put on that pouty expression. But he was in no mood to negotiate.

"I already told you," he growled, "dont stop until I tell you to stop. Unless you want to pay the consequences." he adds menacingly.

Hannah groans sometimes there was really no talking to him, and she really didnt want to pay any consequences because with him they were always really bad and not worth it, she stamps her foot and then turns away from him in annoyance, she takes a moment to calm down breathing deeply, before beginning her routine again… it was harder, she could feel her entire body protesting, she just wanted to go home and take a nice hot bath.. or maybe shower so she wouldn’t have to sit down.

She manages the landing almost perfect a slight tremor in her foot.. so she does it again, not wanting to stop and give him and excuse to start at her again. This time the landing is almost perfect, she knows she didn’t shake, wobble or nearly fall so that was good enough for her. Hannah smiles as she turns to look at Nick, not as pouty as she was before.

“Was that good?” she asks him quietly.

Hannah finally gets the message and does her routine over and over again until she almost gets it perfect - the landing was very good but still not where it should be.

"Was that good?" Hannah asks meekly. She looks up at Nick, subservient, with her big brown eyes begging for his approval. Against his better judgement, his cock stirs a bit in his sweatpants.

"Yes honey, that was much better," Nick says, "but that doesn't mean we're done. I want to see you land that 10 more times and then we can call it a night."

Hannah smiles at that, his tone was a lot softer now, but she was also in a more complient mood, and he was back to the terms of endearment another good sign. She frowns and wrinkles her nose as he tells her she has to do it another ten times… but she doesn’t protest.

“Fine…. I just hope all this training is worth it.” Truth is she would rather be here than at an empty house so maybe it was better that she stayed longer. Hannah begins her routine again, and again managing to do it five times before she gets the perfect landing, she knows it as well, but her body can’t do it again.

“I know you said ten but can we leave it there.. seriously I don’t think I can even move right now” she says with a pout “I promise to work extra hard tomorrow” truth is she worked extra hard every day anyway.

Hannah manages to make it through her routine 5 times wihtout any incident and does fairly well witht he landing each time. Nick smiles and claps his hands, urging her on. Then she stops.

"I know you said ten but can we leave it there," she whines, "seriously I don't think I can move right now. I promise to work extra hard tomorrow."

Seriously Nick thought, She's going to do this shit again?

"I give the orders here, not you," he said, "and I said 10 times, not 5. But I'll tell you what - you're being a such a sassy little bitch that we're going to bump it up to 20. How does that sound?"

Hannah's mouth drops open in schock. Twenty? That would mean fifteen more times, she pales slightly at the thought of doing that. "No I'm sorry' she says quickly "no more complaining" hannah wasn't sure whether that would be enough to satisfy Nick but she hoped so...

She briefly wonders why he's always willing to stay so late with her, the hours were long and on days such as this probably just as stressful for him as they were for her.

She pouts as she starts the routine again. It taking precisly three minutes as that was the standard judging time they worked all her routines on.

Hannah keeps going getting to ten her legs wobbling just slightly, she knew she would be sore tomorrow, she also knew that wouldn't make a difference.

She turns to look at him hopefully, she wanted to leave but if he told her to do it again she would.

"No I'm sorry," Hannah begs him, "No more complaining." She scampers back to the mat and begins to repeat her routine again in earnest, wincing as her sore muscles scream out for her to stop. She successfully makes it through her routine five more times, bringing the total to ten. She stops and looks over at Nick expectantly.

Nick walks over and gives her a hug, wrapping her petite body in his strong, muscled arms. "Good job Hannah," he says, "you made it through ten. I knew you could do it." She is beaming in the wake of his praise. "But," he continues, "you still need to do it ten more times for all of your whining." Her faces falls as she realizes that he still expects a total of 20 repititions.

"You see," Nick says, breaking the embrace, "I am not one of those little high school boys with their soft little cocks that you can boss around who will do anything if it means a wink or a smile from you. I'm a man with a big fucking cock and I don't have to take your shit. Hopefully this will be a lesson to you."

"Ten more" he says, scowling.

Hannah smiles brightly as she feels his arm wrap around her body, hugging her small frame to him. It made her feel slightly better about having to do the routine so many times. Her body was sore and her skin still stung from the spanking she just received. Hannah leans into him she had been hoping that he wouldn't have her do it anymore, it didn't seem like he would. And then he speaks she gasps in horror at the crude words he uses.

"I don't think of you like that, you never let me get away with anything" she says with a whine resisting the urge to stamp her feet in frustration.. That would only help his case not hers.

"Well if you don't have to take it from me I shouldn't have to take it from you.. I don't have to let you spank me" she snaps as she backs away from him, her body aching she decides to switch tactics and be very very nice to him.

"Come on I'm sorry I know I've been a bad mood today" she pouts as she walks up behind him winding her arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. L"please.. She hugs him tighter leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, trying to sweet talk her way out of it!

"Come on I'm sorry I know I've been in a bad mood today," Hannah pouts, hugging Nick tightly from behind and kissing his cheek softly. She is so short and small that her arms barely fit around his muscular torso, and her hands end up dangerously close to his groin. He has to admit that feeling her hug and kiss him makes him soften a bit - she was always a sweet girl, and very cute. But he is very controlling and headstrong and he isn't going to let this display fool him.

"Aren't you a manipulative little girl," he smilesmischieviously, turning around in her arms until they are facing. "But you're going to have to do better than that if you want to change my mind."

"Aren't you a manipulative little girl," he smilesmischieviously, turning around in her arms until they are facing. "But you're going to have to do better than that if you want to change my mind."

Hannah gasps as he turns around to face her, it just feel strange to have him so close… too close for her liking, yet as she gazes up into her eyes, she has the strongest urge to lean up and kiss him, but of course she would never dream of acting upon this.

“are you saying there’s a way out of doing ten more coach?” she asks her voice taking on a slightly teasing tone. Suddenly she can’t take it anymore, leaning up Hannah presses a soft kiss to his lips without thinking, pulling back after a split second she gasps her cheeks blushing a soft shade of red. “I’m sorry” she mumbles dropping her arms from around his waist, turning and running from the gym into the changing rooms.

"are you saying there's a way out of doing ten more coach?" Hannah asks him playfully. Then, without warning, she stands up on her tiptoes and kisses his lips softly. Nick's eyes fly wide open in shock, but he can't help but respond to her kiss, feeling her soft wet lips on his. He goes to wrap her in his arms but before he can she pulls away, blushing.

"I'm sorry" she mumbles, running into the changing rooms. Nick stands there a moment, alone, tasting her young mouth lingering on his lips. He had to go after her and make sure she was okay, and to explain to her how she was wrong to kiss him and that he wasn't mad.

He walks into the girls locker room and looks around for her. She is in the middle of changing and has pulled off her little workout shorts and is about to pull her panties down when he comes in. She gasps and he is about to tell her how kissing him was wrong, and how he is too old for her. But when he sees her standing there in just her panties and a shirt, with her petite little body and long slender legs, something else happens. He wants her badly.

Nick slowly walks over to her and, without saying anything, tilts her head up and kisses her on the lips.

Hannah mentally curses herself for being so stupid of course Nick wouldn’t want her, she was sure he could pretty much get any girl that he wanted why would he go for her. She sighs loudly, pulling her shorts down and flinging them on the side.. how would she ever face him again?

Hannah moves her hands up to the waistband of her panties when she glances up seeing Nick stood there, her heart racing wildly, watching his every move as he walks over to her, tilting her head up.. was he going too.. surely he wouldn’t. He leans in kissing her softly, Hannah smiles as she winds her arms around his waist, she knows it is wrong yet she doesn’t want to pull away. She kisses him back softly and almost timidly, before once again breaking the kiss, looking into his eyes for some sort of explanation “what was that for?” she asks him quietly.

"What was that for?" Hannah whispers.

"Taking all my shit I guess," Nick says, shrugging. He leans down and kisses her again, passionately, his tongue snaking into her mouth. His strong arm encircles her tiny waist, holding her against him while his other hand slips down her body to stroke the mound of her pussy through her sheer panties. Nick growls as he feels the small folds of her labia parting ever so slightly from the friction of his rough finger.

Hannah giggles at Nick’s answer, sometimes she thought she deserved a lot more than that, but usually she felt as though she owed him more than anything.

Hannah smiles as she kisses him back surprised to feel his tongue in her mouth, she giggles unsure of what to do before beginning to gently run her tongue back over his, pressing herself closer to him. When she feels something rubbing against her panties.. her fingers she quickly realises. Hannah gasps, it felt so good, but she couldn’t just couldn’t go there with him.. it was wrong. Hannah pulls back turning away from him, “I have to get home coach” she mumbles quietly.