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

Hannah18

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tried this a couple of times, but never quite got into it.

Ooc: okay I'm looking for one dominant male to play the role of my swim coach. I want someone who isn't afraid to spank, hit, pull hair or shout. I imagine that the coach would be quite hard on my character and not easy to please, yet I want him to be that way because even though he wouldn't admit it he cares about Hannah. Although the roleplay will turn sexual it shouldn't be all about that, the coach isn't always checking her out ect. Even though my character doesn't like the pain he inflicts I will.

Hannah (Annie)
5"2
Long dark brown curly hair, big brown eyes, slim, 32b, generally quite petite.

Hannah is quite sweet and innocent, she doesn't have many friends as she devotes most of her time to swimming. Her parents are often absent, but put a lot of pressure on Hannah to be top in everything and swimming was the one place she succeeded.

After coming 2nd place in nationals last year, hannah's parents had made her switch coach's, gone were the days of easy going practice and fun activities. She was met with hard work, dieting, discipline and a rather intimadating coach. Hannah found him scary to look at, he was much taller than her, with muscles and a loud voice and a temper. She had been on the receiving end of that many times in the past few months. But he also had a caring side, she knew because he would stay and talk to her after practice. Sometimes it was good, sometimes it was bad, she had opened up to him about her home life and he had even allowed her to stay the weekend when her father kicked her out for getting a B on the test. Now she spent many evenings at his. He seemed to like that and could keep an eye on her.

Ic; Hannah was stressed and slightly panicky as she rushings into the changings rooms of the building. The swimming club now deserted and closed off to the public, but this was when Hannah had her private lessons and she was ten minutes late. Quickly she strips off her sweatpants and vest top, revealing the black swimsuit, she shoves her bags into the locker and pulls her hair up into a ponytail. Grabbing her goggles, she runs quickly out. As she rounds the corner she see's her coach stood waiting for her.

She stands for a moment, chewing nervously on her lower lip, knowing he would be angry. Finally she pulls herself together and Taking a deep breath, she makes her way towards him. "Hey coach" she says as she plasters a fake smile on her face. "Ready to start?" She asks, deciding the ignore her lateness as she steps towards the pool, hoping she had got away with it.
 
Brandon: 6'5" 210 lbs, lean build, short black hair, brown eyes, dark brown skin, 7.5" thick and uncut

Brandon Patel is of East Indian descent and a former sports trainer who has become a swimming coach instructor after his basketball career was cut short due to a serious knee injury. After that injury he was relegated to swimming and was determined to be the best at it. He has had quite a few clients and approaches them all the same way, the same way his coaches coached him. He is extra hard on his clients because he hates to see them waste away talent when his career was cut short due to injury. He is hard-nosed, disciplined, and not afraid to use yelling and sometimes force to get the best results out of his clients. Lately, business has been slow and he only has one client, Hannah. Because off this, Hannah gets all of his attention and abuse.

Brandon is standing there in his basketball shorts and nike tank top. "What is the fucking time, Hannah?" Brandon asks sternly. "I hate wasting one minute...and you made me waste 10 of them. You clearly haven't learned shit about discipline." Brandon yells as he takes a step closer to her and grabs her by the pony tail. "I'm not playing games with you..." He says as he throws her in the pool. He tosses a ball in next to her. "I want you to tread 20 minutes holding that 20lb ball over your head. Do you understand?"
 
Hannah groans as he immediately starts on her "Yes I know but.." she begins to say but is cut off and it is clear that he hasn't finished. She whimpers as his hand comes up and grasps her long dark ponytail. Her eyes snap up to meet his as she tries to figure out whether he is truly mad at her or not.

She gasps as she hits the water, quickly swimming upwards as she huffs loudly and glares at him in annoyance but she doesn't dare to actually say anything, she had learnt the hard way that backtalk got her no where with Brandon.

She looks at the ball and shakes her head, she was only little and there was no chance she would be able to keep it up for such a long time.

"You really wanna waste more time?" she asks with a smirk as she lifts up the ball he threw struggling with it slightly. "Lets just get started on swimming which is what i'm here to do" with that she pushes the ball up on the side.
 
Brandon stops and glares down at her. "Are you really talking back to me right now, Hannah?"Brandon bellows as his eyes get red with anger. I throw the ball back into the water. "I swear to god, if you piss me off one more time today..i'm gonna make you regret it. Now pick up the fucking ball and tread until I tell you to stop."

Brandon blows his whistle as loud as possible and takes aseat in the chair...surely she will oblige him now.
 
Hannah winces slightly as he begins to yell, but for the most part she was used to it, didn't mean that he didn't still terify her though. Hannah looks down towards the water, not daring to meet his eyes as she just takes it.

There is a splash in the water and despite her efforts it is clear she still hasn't got out of it "yes coach" she mutters under her breath. Jumping as she hears his whistle, she wanted to protest, but she really did believe that Brandon would make her regret it.

Struggling slightly she picks up the ball, holding it over her head, she hated things like this, sighing she begins hoping he lets her stop soon or she wasn't sure she would be able to obey.
 
Brandon watched her struggle with the punishment. Deep inside he really did feel bad, but his job was to make her a better swimmer..not be her friend. He wanted to see her succeed...And after about 2 min of her struggling, he gave in.

"Thats enough, Hannah. Toss the ball outside and do your 20 warm-up laps. Do them within 15 minutes or youre gonna be doin more punishment."
 
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