Teacher shame fantasy.

A few years ago, when teaching high school, I had the opportunity to coach the girls HS volley ball team when the regular coach had to take a leave of absence for an illness. I’d coached 5th grade girls volley ball many years before that, so I did have some experience, just not very much expertise. In fact, my lack of knowledge related to skills, technique and strategy quickly took its toll, as the team lost several games in a row and suddenly faced a losing record. The girls grew increasingly upset with my coaching, and their complaints and anger were starting to boil over, pitting the team against me. At first comments were made under the breath, but eventually, girls were staring me down and making sharp and snide statements. 

The truth is, part of the reason I took the job was that I really like the way girls look in their tight and tiny shorts! Most of the time I spent coaching or during games was spent staring at the girls’ sexy butts and enjoying the way it excited my fantasies! The uniform bottoms just clung ever so tightly to their bottoms. It was like I could see their actual ass cheeks, just a different color than the skin of their long, shapely legs. And when they were waiting to receive a serve, they’d bend at the waist, with their hands on their knees, asses and crotches on display! Athletic girls generally have exceptional bottoms to begin with, so I was definitely enjoying the spectator aspect of coaching. In addition, when 12 girls are around each other playing sport, they let down their guards and express themselves freely, giggling and horsing around, in a way that just makes them sexy. Under the guise of needing videos for coaching and still shots for the yearbook, I often had my phone out, taking photos and videos. In private, later on after practice, I couldn’t stop myself looking at them and masturbating, as perverted as that was! 

One of my duties as coach was to lock up the locker room after the girls had gone home after practice. I always had a little rush of excitement as I’d open the door and call out, “Coach Wilson coming in, anybody still here?” As I entered I was always surprised at the mess left behind: not only damp towels, smelly socks and candy wrappers, but occasionally a pair of panties or a bra, these were one of my coaching perks, and I would quickly deposit any underwear in my pocket for enjoyment later spicing up my masturbation session! Sometimes, I’d wear a pair of panties throughout my teaching and coaching day, knowing how perverse that was!

One Friday evening after yet another embarrassing loss, I called an extra practice, which went late, the school deserted, except for the volley ball team and me in the gym, with me taking out my frustrations on the girls by making them run exhausting drills and watching them pant and sweat. I’d especially been criticizing Wendy, easily the weakest player on the team, when Dominique, the team’s biggest girl and our best spiker, turned and got right in my face, yelling, “Where do you get off carping on her? She’s trying her best. We should be the ones complaining about you! You don’t even try to be a good coach. Really, you don’t even do your job, you’re always on your phone taking pictures of us that we never see. Let’s see what you’ve got on your phone anyway,” as she snatched my phone from my hand and, before I could react, tossed it to her friend Beverly. And then I did react, taking a step toward Dominique, but she just stood her ground and bounced me off her chest, retreating away from her, accentuated by her six-inch height advantage over me. With that encounter, the entire team circled around me and Dominique. Suddenly, I realized the dilemma I’d created for myself, and it was about to get worse.  

One after another, the girls shouted out their complaints: “You don’t even know the game,” “You don’t even bother to teach us anything,” “You’re just doing the job for the money.” And it was all true. Then, suddenly, Beverly started shouting, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, you have to see this!” When all the girls asked questions at once, competing to see the screen of my phone, Jessica yelled out, “blue tooth it to the monitor.” “No, no, no,” I called out in desperation, “Please, no, please, I’ll do anything, anything.” 

On one of the side walls of the gym, we had a 70-inch screen, used for studying game tapes streamed from computer or phone. In less than two minutes, Beverly and Jessica were showing the photos I’d taken of the girls on the huge monitor, and everyone could see I had a folder of photos that showed my fascination with the girls’ asses, crotch shots, and tit shots. They were both outraged and shocked, calling me “pervert,” “dirty fucking old man,” and “disgusting pig,” and, “You’re going down coach,” “Wait until Principal Jackson sees these,” and “Look who’s in trouble now!” 

But then the worst happened. As they searched my photos they found my secret folder of female domination photos and videos. I knew I was doomed, and my heart sunk. I didn’t know whether to scream, run, or just stay silent, which I finally did. The gym went hushed, and I dropped to my knees in total defeat as the girls discovered my perverted secrets, everyone in disbelief, and yet feeling vindicated. “It figures,” Jessica exclaimed. The photos showed all aspects of femdom: feminized beta males in lingerie over a mistress’ lap being spanked, others subjected to face sitting, ass licking, face slapping, nipple clamps, cock-slapping, golden showers, and all sorts humiliation, including forced masturbation and mutual cock play with she males.

Dominique turned to me and stared at me and I cowered in fear, knowing her power over me. “Well, now we know your dirty little secret! Such a pervert! Such a loser!” I stared at the floor. “What should we do with him girls? Maybe we should call Principal Jackson and show her everything. Hmmm. Or maybe we should have some fun with this piece of filth. What do you think girls?” A discussion ensued that left me broken, a completely destroyed sense of self, wanting to disappear. “So, you like to be dominated, do you? Like to be spanked? Like to serve women who treat you like shit? Like to be humiliated? OK, then, let’s turn the tables. We’ll all take turns telling you what to do, criticizing you, mistreating you. And it will be loads more fun if you start by showing us your as. You’ve been staring at ours, now let’s see yours. Pull down your pants right now mister. Do it!” 

I couldn’t believe my ears! I looked up at Dominique and then the others as they circled around me again. “Pull them down, pull them down, pull them down!” they all shouted in unison. I was literally shaking as I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, undid my zipper, and slowly started to pull down my pants, not knowing if I should let them see that I was wearing pink panties! Should I pull down pants and panties as one? Or separately, revealing yet another aspect of my perversion. Somehow, I revealed the panties and the girls yelped with astonished pleasure. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, he’s wearing panties!!” Then Wendy gasped, and said, “I think those are mine!”  She walked up next to me and tugged on the waist band, gasped again, and said, “Yes, these are my panties, he stole my panties, oh my God, he’s wearing my panties!”

Dominique ordered me to take off everything except Wendy’s panties. I removed my shoes and socks and pants and shirt, until I was on my knees, wearing only Wendy’s pink panties, it immediately became clear that I was semi-erect, the panties tenting out in front. ““Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, he’s got a hard-on, he’s got a hard-on, he’s got a hard-on!”  As they shouted, my erection grew larger, reaching its maximum, fueled by my deep desire to be humiliated. 

“He’s enjoying this! Oh my God, he’s enjoying this!” Then the chorus began again, “Panties too, panties too, panties off! Panties off!” I looked up into Dominique’s face and she smiled a sinister smile, and said, “You heard the team, panties off. And then stand up so we can see your little penis.” I had no choice but to obey, lifting one foot and then the other out of Wendy’s panties, standing there completely naked with a totally erect penis, head bowed, looking at the gym floor. “Wendy, do you want those panties back?” asked Dominique. “No way, they’re contaminated,” answered Wendy. “Then wear them over your head with the crotch over your nose and mouth,” ordered Dominique, who seemed comfortable in her dominant role, all 6’2” of her powerful frame towering over my puny 5’8” diminutive excuse of a man’s body, further reduced with panties over my face. 

“Who wants to spank him?” asked Dominique. “I say we all take a turn, going around in a circle.” The girls agreed, and started making jokes about my weakling body, about my little penis, about my pathetic perversions, about the panties on my head, and then they started giggling and laughing and having so much fun at my expense. Dominique started the spanking, her big right hand slapping my entire ass cheek, right, then left, right, left… loud whacks echoing in the cavernous gym. The other girls cheered jubilantly, urging her to spank me harder, harder, harder… And then it was Jessica’s turn, another 10 swats, then Beverly, Sally, Emily…. And finally, Wendy took her turn. By then I had received over 100 swats and was really in pain. Then I was suddenly surprised because Dominique had taken the belt from my pants and doubled it over, stood beside me, drew the belt back like she was ready to spike a volley ball and whacked my ass, surely leaving a welt. Dominique handed Wendy the belt and said, “Like that, with all your strength. Pay him back for being such an asshole to you, Wendy, you can do it, make him pay!” To my surprise, Wendy took the belt and landed 10 super hard swats to my ass as I cringed and whined and begged, “No more, please, no more!”

But my hard-on was telling another story, standing up tall and engorged and aching to cum. Jessica was playing videos from my phone onto the 70-inch monitor so everyone could see all the perversions I jack off to. Dominique then said, “So you look at these when you masturbate?” I nodded pathetically and she ordered, “Show us, show us how you jack yourself off, beat your meat, pathetic masturbator.” Reluctantly, I wrapped my right hand around my stiff cock and started jerking, first with deeply felt shame, but then with intense pleasure as I listened to them all whooping and hollering with delight, a dozen teen-aged girls in their tight little shorts, round asses so delectable, right there in front of me, and the images on the monitor so sexually perverse with submission and domination, I couldn’t help but really get into it. Dominique noticed and commented, “Look girls, look how he loves it!” “Let’s take turns, going around in a circle and see who can make him cum! OK, masturbator, start with me.” Dominique turned her back to me and slowly, teasingly pulled her shorts down little by little so I could see her ass crack, and then her entire ass, including her asshole and pussy as she said, “Come on, worthless little masturbator, jack yourself off, this is what you wanted to see, so beat that meat you pervert, do it!” But after that 30 second tease, she pulled her pants back up and told me to turn slightly, and Sally repeated the performance as I jerked away, noticing that Jessica was filming me jack off with abandon, saying, “This might come in handy!” 

One after another, Emily, Beverly, Jessica, Pam, Jennifer, Wendy, all of them until they’d all taken a turn and it was back to Dominique who walked up to me and slapped my face hard, left cheek, right cheek, left, right, as the panties slid back and forth across my reddening cheeks, saying, “I bet this will make him spurt girls! He just needs to be punished. Somebody spank his ass.” Wendy was still holding my belt and stepped forward, and reared back to wallop my ass over and over, saying, “dirty little pervert, masturbator, panty thief, jack yourself off masturbator…” As Dominique slapped my face and Wendy spanked my ass and all the girls shouted insults and laughed and laughed and laughed, I felt myself finally reach the edge and rising up my cock was the greatest orgasm of my life as I spurted out a thick ropy string of cum, and another, and another as the girls roared with laughter.

And then it was over, and the girls went off to the locker room as I fell to the gym floor next to my load of cum, looking up from my panty-clad face at the monitor and images of domination, wondering what would happen next…