Punished for Costing us the Game

Coach dishes out the worst and best possible punishment for me costing us the game.

It was during the dying minutes of the game when my soccer team were awarded a penalty. With our captain injured, my Coach screamed for me to take the spot kick. The score was tied at 2-2 with only three minutes left of the match. If that wasn’t enough pressure on my young 18yr old shoulders, we needed the victory to make the soccer state championship play-offs.

I put the ball down on the penalty spot and felt the whole weight of the crowd, my school, family, team-mates and my Coach baring down on me. I took a few steps backwards and looked at the goal in front of me. I chose the top right-hand corner and then the referee blew the whistle.

With everyone cheering me on, I step forwards, struck the ball as hard as I could and missed. I beat the goalkeeper only to tragically put the ball wide of the post by a few inches. I was devastated. We missed the play-offs, and it was all my fault.

“Megan!” Coach snapped inside the changing room full of heart-broken girls.

“Yes, Coach?” I stood up having removed my boots, socks and shin-pads.

“I’m my office. The rest of you get showered and changed. I’ll see you at next practice on Tuesday.”

I followed Coach into his office, not even bothering to put anything on my feet. He was an old tyrant. A grumpy old hard arse who hated not winning. How he was allowed to coach high-school soccer I’ll never know.

“Come in and shut the door.”

“I’m sorry I missed that penalty, Coach,” I stood with slumped shoulders.

“Are you, Megan? You just cost us a place in the play-offs. My job depended on us winning the state championships.”

“I didn’t mean to miss, Coach. I really am sorry. I’m devastated.”

Coach removed his cap and scratched his bald head. He then put the cap back on and sighed.

“You were our best player last year. What happened to you? It’s not just the miss today it’s your entire game. It stinks. You’re more concerned about showing off in front of the boys than you are putting the ball in the back of the net.”

He was right. I was 5ft 5inches with mousey brown hair and a figure no longer befitting of a soccer player. My boobs had grown too big, and my butt had filled out into a cute heart shape. The boys joked I was the reason they came to watch our games, but I still wanted to win. No one likes a loser, but that’s what I now was.

“I’m sorry, Coach. If I could turn back the clock and make it up to you, I would.”

“But you can’t, can you, Megan! But you can make it up to me another way.”

I gulped. I’d heard rumours that Coach had a special way of dealing with players who cost the team big time. I just hoped they weren’t true.

“What other way, Coach?”

“Bend over my desk,” he hissed, going over to the door and locking it. I gulped again.

“C… Coach?” I stuttered.

“I said bend over the desk, Megan!”

In my high-school soccer kit, I put my hands on his desk and bent over.

“Lower. Put your forearms on the desk and stick your ass out.”

Exhaling a steady anxious breath, I placed my arms on the desk across each other and bent ninety degrees at the waist. I then flinched when Coach pulled my shorts and panties down, exposing my bare ass and pussy from behind. I fully expected him to start spanking me for costing us the game.

“Is this how you want me, Coach?” my voice croaked.

“Yeah… just like that, Megan. Mmm… look at those rounded cheeks. I can see why so many of the boys like watching you play.”

“Uh…” I sighed, suddenly feeling his hands resting on my butt.

“I’ve been watching this ass moving around the field for so long myself, and now here it is, deliciously bare and soft to the touch. Mmm. I must punish you for missing that penalty, Megan.”

I closed my eyes and held my breath to the sound of him pulling down his pants. His breathing became shorter and to the point. I knew he had a hard cock in his hand.

“Relax, Megan, I’m going to slip inside your young, juicy cunt and fuck you now. That’ll be your way of making it up to me.”

“Uh… fuck… uh…” Coach was inching his fat cock inside my teen body. I couldn’t believe how wet I was.

“Mmm… so tight, Megan. Ahh… that’s it, girl, grip my mature thickness with your young insides. Mmm…”

He was inside me. I couldn’t believe it. My soccer coach was deep inside me. I was letting him fuck me. With gentle strokes to begin with, he fucked me over his desk in my soccer kit. My big boobs were strapped down inside my sports bra beneath my shirt, but I could still feel them swaying the tight fabric.

“Do you agree you need to be punished, Megan?”

“Uh… uh… yes, Coach… yes… uh… uh…”

“It’s important for a Coach to trust his players, Megan.” His cock was now buried to the hilt every time he stroked deep inside me. “You let me down today, didn’t you?”

“Uh… yes… yes, Coach… uh… fuck…” I was soaking wet.

“You feel so good, Megan. Your pussy is drenched but still so tight. Mmm. I’ve been a Coach for twenty years. I tell ya… there’s no better feeling than a tight, teen pussy clamping wildly around my cock.”

“Am I forgiven, Coach?” I might as well enjoy it if I’m going to let him fuck me, I thought.

“That remains to be seen, Megan, but so far, you’re helping to reduce my stress and disappointment. Now let’s see how well you take it in this sexy bubble butt of yours.”

My Coach greased his thumb with saliva and began to thumb my puckered hole while he continued feeding my pussy his throbbing length. I winced and groaned at the pressure stretching open the tight hole. He penetrated my asshole for a few moments before removing his thumb and lining up his cock. More saliva was added to the opening of my anus and then I gripped the desk and winced in agony.

“Have you experienced anal sex before, Megan?”

“No, Coach,” I gasped.

“You’re such a good girl, Megan. You’re handling this very well. Uhhh… keep still. It’ll only hurt for a short while. Mmmmmm…”

“Fuck!” He’s in my ass.

My eyes flew open, and I breathed heavily in pain, then I started moaning as his thick cock travelled deep inside my rectum. I felt Coaches hands on my ass cheeks, and I could hear him groaning as he fed inch after inch of solid cock into my ass.

A few minutes later he was fucking me properly. Not hard or fast, but slow and deep. My coach was stretching my virgin asshole, giving me a new kind of pleasure, I’d never experienced before.

“Am I forgiven… uhhh… now, Coach… uhhh.”

“Ahh… al… most… what do you think would make me forgive you? Uhhhh…”

“Be the first guy to ever cum deep inside my ass, Coach…”

“Mmm… that might do the trick. Tell me to do it, Megan. Beg for my forgiveness.”

“Uh… please cum deep inside my ass, Coach. Uh… fuck… I want to feel it shooting up my ass.”

Coach grabbed my ponytail and yanked my head back hard. “I think I’ll fill your young cunt instead, Megan. Mmm… would you prefer that?”

“Uh… uh… no… I’m fertile, Coach. Cum in my arse… uhhh… fuck…”

“Then I’m definitely going to cum inside your young cunt!”

Coach continued to pull on my hair while he switched holes again. I warned him once more that my womb wasn’t protected, and that I was at my most fertile, but it only turned him on more. He shoved his big cock deep inside my pussy and tugged on my ponytail while he fucked me hard and fast.

I started cumming but I couldn’t really move. Coach had me pinned over his desk while he used my teen pussy to drain his balls.

“Knocking you up might just be the best punishment I’ve ever dished out to a player costing me a game. Harsh, perhaps, but justified.”

“Uh… uh… uh…” I came, flooding his cock with my hot sticky vaginal juices. “Yes, Coach!”

With one hand yanking on my ponytail, and the other spanking my ass, Coach started grunting as he fired thick ropes of potent sperm deep inside my unprotected womb. The thought of catching pregnant at eighteen triggered a second orgasm, but the calm that followed scared the shit out of me.

Once Coach had finished ‘punishing’ me he handed me some pills from his drawer and told me to go shower and get changed.

“Take one of these. I can’t afford to have any more kids.”

“Am I forgiven, Coach?” I took the emergency contraception pills from him. Clearly, I wasn’t the first student he’d fucked.

“Like I’ve told the other girls. We all make mistakes. It’s just a game, Megan. There was nothing to forgive.”

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