It is a lazy Saturday morning, and the freshman college team is out for practice again at the field. All except one girl. Standing some hundred yards to the side by the metal chain-link fence, the Left Fielder bites down on her lips. This time, a little more intently than usual.
Crack!
The sound of the bat rings out as she looks up. The batter at home base has scored another solid hit on a heater, and her eyes follow the ball as it arcs in a familiar move. Bit by bit it drifts out across the sky until it almost seems to vanish into the blue, and then, turning ever so slightly to the side, it plummets straight down to land just within the foul line in the field.
Her field, she thinks miserably. The left side of the field. Right where she could have caught it, if only she hadn't woken up on the wrong side of bed today and was snappy to the Coach. And against the heavy sense of guilt churning about in her stomach, the shame was not made any better by her current lack of clothes.
Bzzzztt...
Plus, something else as well to keep her distracted a little lower down. Blushing hard, the girl presses her legs together as she squirms. It isn't uncommon for the more unruly players of the team to be treated with a strategically administered dose of relief in the locker rooms prior to their games. Especially given the innocence of their softly toned bodies and the stress of the sport.
But as much as she hates having to lift up her skirt in front of everyone else, she thinks again; this time, things are a little different than usual. For whatever reason unknown to her the Coach had decided on something more lasting today, and thus the small bullet vibrator taped to her frustrated little nub with the power set on low.
"Please..." she begs, squirming from side to side, "Just a little more..."
Desperately, she looks around. Already, she had been standing there with her hands tied to the post for the better part of fifteen minutes, and the practice session wasn't due to end until the next hour. It was a long way until then, and it would be an even longer walk back to the showers. Plenty of time for her to think about her actions, and to regret what she had done. If anyone took pity on her though the universe gave no tell, and the stimulation remained weak as ever between her legs, tickling her with just enough force to keep her on the edge without going over.
Bzzzztt...
The girl moans again. Stuck out here with no way to comfort herself, the only other thing she could feel was the fullness of the plug filling up her rear hole. Almost like it was added to match the vibrations, the combination of which was not helping her mood.
Like, why oh why did the Coach have to use one of the larger ones today? A thick rubber cylinder tapered at one end and measuring out at just a little over three inches in length, it had taken multiple applications of the lubricating cream before the toy was able to slip past the tightness of her backdoor. And even then, the shame of the insertion made her cheeks burn in a way that wasn't just from the sun. All of the right feelings in all of the wrong places without so much as a single touch between her legs, and every little movement only seemed to make the emptiness inside of her feel so much more pronounced. Like there was an itch she couldn't quite reach, no matter how hard she tried to ignore the stiffness of her walls squeezing down.
"I'm sorry...," she begs again, "I promise I'll be good from now on..."
The sound of the bat striking out a second time, however, was her only answer. And against the distant shiver of the early morning breeze blowing over the thinness of her shoulders, there was no choice but to continue moving her hips against the emptiness of the air with her head hung low.
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Finally, after another twenty-five minutes of misery in which the grass underneath is stained damp, a figure approaches from a distance. Looking down at the player, the Coach takes in the tear-stained state of the girl. Eyes puffy, legs trembling, and already struggling to stand. But somehow she still does, and letting out a sigh she groans as the Coach reaches over to turn off the vibrator before slowly peeling it away from her nub.
"Ready to join the rest of the team now?" she asks.
"Yes, ma'am," sighs the girl.
"And how are you feeling down here?" says the Coach. "Not too sensitive by any chance, I hope?"
She kneels down in front of the girl to examine her, and shifting her weight from leg to leg she obediently spreads her feet. As expected, by now her nub is quite sore. Red as well from the ministrations of the toy, and the frustration of not being able to come.
The problem is quickly solved, however, as the Coach reaches over with a pair of expert hands, and placing a finger on either side of her labia she carefully peels back her hood. Then, a series of gentle taps just to the side of the delicate little organ, taking care to avoid pressing too hard, and it isn't long before the muscles of her opening start to quiver.
The process is like an engine starting up. Once, twice, three times the soft barrier of her hymen winks out briefly from in between the pinkness of her folds, and as the fourth one lingers with just the right amount of force as her hips push up...
"Oh!" she cries, "Oh, oh, oh-...!"
It's all she can say after having been denied for so long. The release she had been looking for all this time, with the frustration made even worse by the plug in her bottom. Now though there is the opposite effect as her muscles squeeze around the toy to draw it in, and against the constant back and forth movement of the device, there's no holding on anymore.
The Coach steadies her with firm hands as the first stream of fluid trickles out. And then a second one as her muscles move in muted satisfaction to paint the grass a lovely hue. Under any other circumstances the shame of being seen like this would have sent any of the players running up to their rooms. Now though there is only the thought of release, and by the time the trembling finally subsides the Coach almost has to catch her before she can fall.
"There, there," she says softly, "Feeling better now that you've had your paroxysm?"
"Yes, ma'am," sniffs the girl.
And then, with the haze of her frustration finally taken away, and the weight of her limbs slowly returning in full force.
"Can I..." she mumbles hazily.
"I'm afraid not," the Coach cuts in. "The plug will have to stay in until after dinner like it always does. But you've been through this before now, haven't you?"
"Mmnhhnn..." comes an uncertain answer.
"That's a good girl," she says. "Now less talking, and more running. Your friends are waiting for you."
She points, and the player blushes as she looks up. Sure enough, a curious row of heads are peeking over at her from across the field, and all of a sudden she feels even more naked than before. But her clothes are right there, and the weather is still warm, and snatching up her uniform from the bench beside her, she quickly throws it on before running over to join the other girls.
Along the way, each step she takes causes the plug to shift uncomfortably in her bottom. As promised, the toy wouldn't be coming out until after her maintenance spanking later on that night, bent over in front of the chaperone. Compared to the frustration of having to stand there with her legs spread apart though, and the gentle wave of the vibrations eating into her nub, it is a small price to pay for the joy of being welcomed back into the group.
