I gulped as I stared up and up and up until I was looking into a pair of very angry blue eyes. Worse still, I just realized where my hands were…
…both palms placed atop a pair of very round buttocks barely held in place by a pair of blue gym shorts. The woman it was attached to was a tall and buff blonde woman, standing at 6’4 with some nicely toned muscles barely held in check by her tank top and shorts. Her blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun and her face was in a stern scowl. Around her neck was a faculty lanyard with the name “Coach Hartman” on it.
“I-I-I—“ I stuttered out but it was too late.
“Are you touching my ass? MY ASS?” the towering woman shouted angrily in a deep voice.
I quivered before her and held up my hands in surrender, “I-It w-was a-a-an a-accident I-I-I s-swear!” I stuttered out horribly, my body shaking in fear!
“You little perverts are getting out of hand! Groping a grown woman like me is unacceptable!” the woman declared, “As such, it’s up to me to teach you a lesson!”
Before I could stammer out another apology, Coach Hartman turned me around and grabbed a hold of my tighty whities!
“W-Wait please—!” I stuttered out, bracing myself for an ass destroying wedgie!
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