Congratulations are in order!
I made the team!
Coach Fifty pulled me off of the bench and played me today…
I haven’t mentioned Coach previously, have I? You didn’t even realize I was athletic did you?
Coach Fifty: I call him this as I see him beginning to morph from a dirty Vanilla type to a more exacting Dominant. And since Fifty Shades is a bedtime story compared to my BDSM activities, we will call him Coach Fifty for now…the man is on his way.
So who is this Coach Fifty?
We met when we were both in a relationship crisis, and we were “there” for each other. It’s been a reciprocal “friend with benefit thing” that’s lasted for about 10 years. We don’t see each other often. We are not in contact often, but we always come together when the time is right.
And the time was right…
We have been trying to get together for several weeks now. Both of us are workaholics, so it makes it challenging. But we managed to get our schedules aligned. And no matter how well we plan, we always end up meeting in a very spontaneous manner:
11:05, Thursday morning
Coach: Hey sexy. Where are you?
Me: Just finishing up some reports.
Coach: I may have to reschedule our time together today at 1:30. Sorry babe
Me: Really? Again? Okay. I get it. When are you thinking?
Coach: How does NOW look for you?
Coach: Twenty minutes tops…Have the door unlocked. And get yourself ready. I am on the way.
I noticed a bit of bossiness in his text. He had always been direct. We had always been very honest and open with each other, but this had a different feel to it.
I liked it…
I heard him arrive. He saw himself in and immediately came to me. Coach has a way about him. He always greets me by holding my face and planting a hot kiss on my lips to get the mood started. But afterwards, he did something different.
He put his hands on my shoulders and gently eased me down to my knees. And then he said in a deeper tone, “You know what to do”
I was immediately turned on by his new assertiveness.
He stroked my hair as I quickly went to work. “That’s a good girl.”
He pulled me up and pulled my dress off in one fair swoop of his hands….
We moved to the bed and he eagerly reciprocated the work I’d done in the dining room. And then he flipped me over on my stomach.
“You have been a bad girl, haven’t you?” he growled.
I immediately went into my submissive self. “Yes Sir I have”
“Well, I am not going to stand for that” he quipped.
And with that, he smacked my bare ass hard. With an open hand.
Very good for a Vanilla amateur.
I realized as he continued to smack my ass…
I had created a monster.
Just the kind of monster I like
We continued playing. He held a strong offensive line to my defensive strategies. Overall he scored multiple touchdowns and always…always…always scored the “extra point”.
There were a couple of minor penalties. In this game instead of causing a loss of field position, penalties were further punishment for me.
What a great game…
He definitely brought a solid showing on special teams….literally scoring on punt returns many times over.
Coach Fifty just ran all over me. He is such a good player.
It seemed like a complete shutout, until at the end I was able to go off-sides and score the touchdown I needed to score on him.
And I even got a two-point conversion to close it out.
The Fifty in his name may have another meaning…as many points as he scored on me.
The game we played reminds me of a song:
“Put me in Coach. I’m ready to play. Today”
And yes, the song is about baseball, not football. Who cares which sport it’s about?
A good coach will always tell you the most important thing is “how you play the game.”
Well-played, Coach F. Well-played.