I decided I should start with a little morning exercise and do something to pass my sports course to fully wake up and finish an hopefully easy one. In my martial arts class I usually just tickled my opponent for a while and hoped they give up or I just lost, my decision for this course war based only on the fact that my indian friend Sharon took it too, so I didn't put in much effort.
I wasn't sure where my sports teacher Ms. Davis was, but I thought I should start by looking in the gym. This proved to be the right decision, because when I entered she was there removing and cleaning matting from the floor on the other end of the large room. "Good morning Ms. Davis" I shouted through the large gym so she could hear me. Looking up she saw me and knew immediately why I was there, so she came over and asked me to change into my martial arts outfit. I went to the changing rooms to do this and when I reentered the gym now in my white martial arts outfit, an orange belt and no shoes, I realized she had changed too.
The 32 year old Ms Davis wore the same things as I did, but had a black belt around her waist. I looked at her from top to bottom, to see her normal blond hair she wore in a pony tail, her nice face, with the very nice smile and her nose that was slightly to large for her face. The rest of her body was pretty athletic, except for her beautiful soft looking feet, with black nail polish matching her belt. I always thought she was pretty and had a little crush on her, because of her friendly way of teaching.
"Hi, again, I want to improve my grade so that I don't fail", I told her and felt like I was a bit too needy. "I know, I know" she answered slightly annoyed confusing me a lot. "It's the same every year there are students choosing martial arts, because they think they can learn very cool stuff and don't have to do anything for it. The truth is, this course is for you to improve yourself and to learn to fight difficulties in your life, not necessarily with violence, but rather with the strength you gained from this course.". "Okay sounds like a really cool idea", I answered a bit cowed, it was a scolding and I had to take it, to get over with this thing as soon as possible, but it still felt strange coming from Ms Davis.
"Here is the task I designed specifically for you: We will have a fight, I will try to keep you in this room and you have to escape, I know you want to see the other teachers to make up for your laziness in there classes too, so the longer you need, the less time you have for them. I am the wall you have to overcome with your strength. We will start in the corner with the largest distance to the exit so you actually have to escape. I am allowed to drag you back, but you are also allowed to push me through the exit with you. There is no time limit for this class and you can stop, if you want to try it later, but then we will go back to the beginning. I will do my best to stop you, but still wish you good look. If you are ready come to the corner so we can start."
This is my task here I have to flee, but she is sort of right, if I manage to escape her quickly I can continue with my other tasks pretty fast, this whole test feels pretty doable and in the end her usually friendly behavior came through again so she might had to put this course on the letter but will let me easily.
With this thought I went to the corner faced in the direction of the exit and told her that we can start. "3....2....1....GO!" The moment she said go I made a step in the direction of the door where Ms Davis was standing, she immediately grabbed my right arm and throw me to the floor. Landing on my back I closed my eyes a second to refocus. In this moment she threw me through the air once more this time I landed on my stomach, but I was able to land better and tried directly to stay up.
To stop me from doing so Ms Davis simply sat on my upper legs and pulled my hands out from under me and put me in lock with my hands on my back. I wasn't really able to move anything except for my toes.
My test was harder than I imagined, after less than a minute I had failed and got beaten, "See that happens, when you don't improve yourself. You are unable to escape", she provoked me and it worked I became able to remove my arm from her grip (mostly because she allowed me to) but anyways I fought my way up and was standing again. This time I didn't go to the door directly but rather faked it and when she stepped in the way to stop me I took her left arm with both hands, span around so that my back was facing her and her left arm was above my shoulder and started to pull on it to throw her to the ground. At that moment I felt her right hand squeezing my right side. A small smile appeared on my face, but I tried to ignore it and continue to pull her over my shoulder, but she continued tickling my right side and went up to my ribs. My smile became bigger and I tried to block her right hand with mine, this meant I had less strength to pull on her arm which allowed her to pull it out of my grip and tickle my left side to. I started to giggle and tried to clumsily block her hand without much of an effect.
After a few moment she started to push me forward I was a giggling mess already so I simply fell to the ground. She sat on the back of my legs and remove my belt which had opened during the fight from before. She stopped tickling me for a moment to remove my jacket so I was only wearing my white martial arts pants and used the belt to tie my hands behind my back. I wanted to resist, but she was to fast and I needed to recover from the tickling.
Now I was laying there a giggling mess with my arms tied behind my back, with only with a pair of pants on restrained by my pretty and strong martial arts teacher who was still sitting on the back of my legs to decrease my movement options even further.
This wasn't really a bad position for me in fact I liked it sort of, so I could enjoy her tickling or I could try to to pass her test and impress her.
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