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

[Hannah18]

Wanted to try this again.

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.
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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.”

 

[Mysteryman0770]

Max was 43 years old and still in great shape. He kept his graying brown hair cut military short and still had the firm muscles that had helped him make the Yugoslavian Olympic team in 1988. He had missed those Olympics due to a knee injury sustained in practice and he was never able to get back to that level after surgery and rehab. The fire that drove him in his youth still burned hot in him as a coach and he could never tolerate not giving your best.

He love his current gymnast Annie with all of his heart and he saw in her the potential for greatness but she refused to see it in herself. He was determined to push her to the heights that he knew she could reach. Even if she didn't believe she could reach them herself.

"This is no time for a break" he yelled at her while grabbing her arm. It was firm and muscular under his hand. A fine gymnast's arm, strong yet supple. "You never quit at failure. You will get a break when you succeed at this move. Now, keep your focused and go one more time".

He pushed her back onto the mat and crossed his arms to see what she would do. He knew she could do it and wanted her to know as well.

 

[Hannah18]

“Yes it is” she whines rolling her eyes, he never ever thought that it was time from a break, whereas Hannah did it was the difference between the two of them and one of the frequent issues they had. She tries to hold herself down on the mat as he reaches down and grabs a hold of her arm tightly, but he was far too strong for her and she soon finds herself being pulled up and back over.

“No” she shakes her head her ponytail swinging from side to side as she does, and pouts as he tells her to do it again, that is all he had been having her do recently “It’s not the move, you know that I can do backflips in my sleep, it’s that routine it’s too much at the end, I can’t get around fast enough” Hannah says as she puts her hands on her hips and glares at him. “I vote that we change t there is still time before the competition next week.” She says firmly despite the fact that they had this conversation hundreds of times.

 

[Mysteryman0770]

Frustrated with her reaction Max grabs both her arms and looks down at her, his 6' frame towering above her.
"Look at me," he commands and when she meets his eyes he smiles. "There is a difference between a routine that is good enough and a routine that is championship worthy. You can be a champion, but you only want to be good enough. I am going to push you to become that champion you can be."
He pulls her in to give her an encouraging hug and is amazed at how good she feels in his arms and pressed against him. He shakes off these feelings putting them in the back of his mind and pushes her away.
"Now, one more time like a champion" he tells and steps off the mat hoping she succeeds this time.