Life of a Dominant F*tanari Week 5 Chapter 161/9: Offer

Alex's legs trembled from remembered pleasure. Her body shook as she looked at me with a blush on her caramel skin. She looked beautiful like that, and I slapped her ass, making her knees buckle a little from the abuse her pussy had just got.

Alex turned to me, looking a little sad, but I could see the expectation and lust under it. She smiled a little as she said, "Mistress, Sorry I couldn't obey orders today."

I looked at her seriously and made sure I composed a frown for her. A smile now would ruin the moment, and I stepped toward her now that we were both clothed just before the lunch break finished. Alex had orgasmed so many times that twenty punishments would be less than the promised amount. Alex's pussy was on a hair trigger to squirt and orgasm, and I couldn't help but wonder far in the back of my head if I ruined some poor guy with a smaller dick by making her orgasm all over their dick.

Then I realized a millisecond later that I didn't care about them and luxuriated in the power I had over my Sweety as our breasts pressed together as I closed the distance. I looked at her with a stern expression showing dissatisfaction and shook my head, "I will have to find a more extreme punishment for you today, Alex. Keep your weekend clear this weekend, as we have a tournament next week," I told her, and Alex looked at me sharply.

There wasn't any fear on her face as she began to smile. I could see the excitement for whatever I had planned when I remembered something else. I didn't actually have to use a condom today as Alex was outside her fertile window. I wanted to click my tongue at the wasted condoms now in the trash from the short clean-up, but I didn't say anything or make a note of it. Instead, I looked at her disappointedly, "Looking at me with excitement instead of the proper guilt that you should be thinking. I will make sure you fear Punishments in the future," I warned her properly.

Alex seemed to wake up with that threat and looked attempted to look sorry as the bell rang. I didn't believe the look on her face at all and knew she didn't repent in the least. I could see it with the expectation and excitement in her. Alex was a woman that loved the rougher stuff but enjoyed even the light spankings. I had yet to learn what her limit was, but I was going to learn more if I could this weekend coming up.

As I thought about this weekend, something bothered me in the back of my head, and I frowned. "Mistress, I will be going now to class," Alex said, "I will repent this weekend. Please have mercy," She said, her voice almost coy. Alex turned, unlocked the locker room door, and headed out. I felt like something was off as she stepped out. It was intuition that something was wrong, and as Alex looked at me through a closing door, I continued to frown, and I started to check the lockers when it finished closing. I was much faster than this morning, and I found everything right. I checked the bathroom before grabbing my bag and heading out.

Something was wrong, and I was forgetting something as I headed to class. I could feel it. As I reached class, my mind reminded me that I had ignored Alex's coy behavior as she left the locker room. Alex was sexually charged right now, just after her period, and I could tell she wanted more than just a lunch period where I put her in place. She would have to wait as I pulled out my phone just as I reached the classroom.

The Teacher glared at me as I came in with my phone up but let me in, looking at another person down the hallway. "Hurry up!" The teacher called out to the student down the hall, and I heard someone moving faster behind me. I ignored all that and sat down while composing a text to Sarah.

Angela: Come to the Teacher's Locker room tomorrow morning. See you then, Strawberry.

I sent it off, and the Teacher was already starting her lesson. I coughed, and I moved to pull out my textbooks and notebooks. I started to take notes, but my mind was still on whatever I had forgotten. My mind was reeling at this face, and I remembered that this Thursday, I had that date night with the perverted Twins. I wasn't sure if that was a mistake or not, but it was something I had chosen to do.

Then something hit me, and I decided something new as I mindlessly took notes of everything covered in the lesson without thinking about it. My mind was on Wednesday, and I needed to contact Hilda. I also decided to go home Wednesday night instead of returning to Crystal's. I should tell her tonight. My mind was just all over the place, and I still felt like I was missing something. Still, my mind went back to going home on Wednesday since the last time I was home, I had an argument with my parents.

I sighed, thinking about it, and I didn't know what to do about it. Again, avoiding it wasn't doing me any good, and my father, if he continued to be an idiot, could be controlled. Confidence started filling me as I realized there was no way my father was being paid more than me for working two nights a week. Working three nights would bring in the same amount if not more than he made a year. Plus, I needed to take my computer back and make sure my evidence wasn't on it.

The bell rang, and blasting my head back to the class, I realized I didn't absorb anything and a paper in front of me. I groaned as I realized that this paper was fucking homework. It was a simple worksheet, but it would probably take time, and looking down at it, I flipped it over and realized it was double-sided. "Fuck," I cursed under my breath as I looked at the page full of notes on the lesson. At least I still had my habit of taking good notes even when not paying attention.

The habit of mindlessly taking notes didn't make the best notes and wasn't as good as actually listening to the teacher. It did, however, put down the basic information that I needed to know that was put down on the blackboard that the teacher considered important. Still, I hated the practice, and as I cleaned up to leave for the gym, I looked over the homework only to realize that I understood the content and it shouldn't take more than fifteen minutes. I sighed in relief as I put it into my binder and stuffed it into my bag before leaving the classroom.

I sighed as I moved towards gym class, and my mind moved back to what I had been thinking about before. Elana had been on my computer, and I was hoping she didn't find my blackmail. It was on my VPN browser instead of my normal one; that was the only cover I had. I still didn't even know who Elana was despite her now being in my life for a week, although, to be fair, I didn't make much effort to see her or learn about her.

Not paying attention to where I was walking seemed to not have been a good choice today as suddenly I collided with someone. "Ooof, What?" I said as I looked at who I bumped into, only for the person that I was thinking about to be in front of me at this moment. Elana looked up at me, her small frame with my father's eye color, but her mother's eye shape looked up at me. She was an attractive woman but also my half-sister.

Elana looked up at me with an expression of annoyance that I hadn't seen on her in the brief time we had talked. It quickly changed, though, and for a second, I almost thought I had imagined that look on her face. "Angela, Do you have a minute to talk?" She asked formally. I looked at her and stepped slightly over her to go around.

"Elana," I said, half cold with anger from last week that was remembered now, "I am going to class. So no, I do not have a minute." I told her flatly without a hint of a lie before quickly following up with, "Sorry for bumping into you. I wasn't paying attention." I left with that statement heading towards class, leaving Elana still on the floor.

It was weird that Elana showed up just as I thought about her, but I knew it was a coincidence. I wouldn't be surprised if my mother, who I had to bring to a spa sometime soon. My mind hiccupped with that last thought, and I realized what I had forgotten. I promised to take my mother out again and quickly pulled out my phone.

As I reached the teacher's locker room, I found Grace's number and gave her a call. The phone rang twice before she picked up.

"Angela?" I heard Grace's voice over the phone, "I am at work. I can't really talk at this moment," She said, quivering a little.

"To be honest, I called to see if I could schedule Debbie for a massage and someone else for my mother. If you have a third slot and fourth, I might bring a couple of others as well for this weekend," I told her; my words slightly rushed as I pressed my phone between my shoulder and my ear as I took off my vest and started to undress for class.

There was a pause on the other end. "You are not calling to meet up?" I heard the disappointment in her voice, and I grinned.

I couldn't help the grin, which quickly turned into a smile, "Well, to be honest, yes, but I would love to have both of you while I am there, though. I think it would be interesting and exciting. Don't you think so?" I asked her.

Another pause on the other side, and I slipped out of my shirt and skirt in that time using my hand to hold my phone while the other awkwardly looked through my bag. I pulled out my clothing as Grace replied, "Your right. It does," She said, her voice broadcasting her sexual desire. "Let me look at the schedule," Grace said after a moment.

"Thanks!" I replied happily and put my phone down, putting it on the speaker to change. It took a minute, and I started to put my weights on as I heard a keyboard clicking over the phone.

A moment later, I heard the door to the locker room open and saw Mrs. Grendier step in looking for me. I reached down and hit mute as soon as I noticed. "Sorry for running late, Mrs. Grendier," I said, "I will be done as soon as I finish this phone call. I need to book an appointment with a masseuse for this weekend since I am feeling a little tight, and I don't want it to affect my performance next week." I lied, and Mrs. Grendier looked at me.

"Well, talk to Mr. Trimmers and me when you are done. We need to talk about class." She said and backed out of the locker room.

"It seems that Saturday, we have some spots in the evening, we have available. Five positions open in total are ready. On Sunday, we have three spots in the morning available, but not with Debbie, as she works evenings right now. Which day and how many do you want to book?" Grace asked, and I quickly picked up my phone, unmuted it, and turned off the speaker.

"I would like four spots on Saturday." I said before remembering Elana and sighed, "Never mind, make it five on Saturday. I will do a full service, and I would like you and Debbie," I finished making my voice sound like I was ordering their services.

"How do you make that sound so appealing?" Grace asked, "I have heard that more times than you can count, but you are the only one who made me tremble a little," Grace confessed.

I chuckled darkly for a moment, "I got that charm. See you this Saturday, Grace. Tell Debbie to be ready for me as well. I cannot wait to see you both. Got to go, though." With that, I hung up before she could reply and realized my cock was a little hard in my workout pants, thinking about taking both Debbie and Grace again.

I sighed as I realized how much of a mess my last few weeks have been. Still, I felt like I had forgotten something, though, as I put away my phone and finished putting on weights. IT was nagging at me, and I didn't know what it was. How much did I have on the go for me to constantly be thinking like this?

I didn't know, but Mr. Trimmers and Mrs. Grendier were waiting, and I would be in trouble if I kept making them wait. I moved out of the locker room, picking up my bag with my stuff and putting it in the corner of the gym when I entered. It seemed Mr. Trimmers was making the girls play basketball today and split them up into four teams to play together. I didn't see him around, but I noticed the P.E. Office door was open on the far side and walked toward it.

I didn't feel dread about this, but I could only hope that things went well as I entered the office and saw both Mr. Trimmers and Mrs. Grendier waiting. They seemed to have been chatting about something when I entered, but both became quiet as I entered. I stepped further in and closed the door before heading even further in.

The room was an office with two desks, each off to the side on my right and left from entering. Both were over by Mr. Trimmers's desk with his little nameplate in front of it. A computer on the side and a Mug saying 'World's best Dad' on it in bold font. I didn't spare a look for Mrs. Grendier's desk as I noticed a chair in front of the desk that was a wheeled chair, probably from Mrs. Grendier's desk.

"Angela sit down," Mrs. Grendier said, and I moved around and sat in the chair while Mrs. Grendier stood and Mr. Trimmers sat. "Angela, Honestly, I want you to relax. You are not in trouble right now in any way. Looking at your records for the last couple of years, I would more say that Mr. Trimmers and I are more in trouble."

I looked at her surprised and looked between the both of them as they both had a serious expressions on. "Angela," Mr. Trimmers said slowly, "We both realized with a conversation that we never really talked to you about sports these last years while you have been in Gym class with us. You were a talent, and frankly, if it weren't for Sarah directly pointing you out, we wouldn't have noticed how damn good you are as an athlete. I believe this is unacceptable and, frankly, a dereliction of duty, and I am sorry. But apologizing for isn't meaning anything, in my opinion, and I want to use actions to make up for it." Mr. Trimmers ranted, to my surprise.

"Why are you saying this now?" I asked, feeling oddly emotional.

"We are saying this," Mrs. Grendier jumped in, "Because we are in a dilemma. You are in Mr. Trimmers's class, and I want to keep training you for Volleyball. But we are entering the curriculum for the Health class next month since it is October now, and the next Semester is in January. I also think you are just too damned good at running not to be on the track and field team, which is Mr. Trimmers's area. Your Beep test score woke him up to your exceptional Stamina." Mrs. Grendier looked at Mr. Trimmers, who sighed. "He looked at his records and frankly doesn't understand why he didn't notice your work in the past couple of years."

They both sighed, "We both feel blind," Mr. Trimmers said before pausing again.

"So this is what I am thinking, and I want to see if we can get your consent for this." Mrs. Grendier suddenly said, pausing and looking at Mr. Trimmers, which made me curious.

"Angela, I want you to join the Track team as well. I will see if I can help you this spring while Mrs. Grendier will have you this fall. For the Health portions of this class, I was wondering if you would consent to do it all online after school so we can Train you during classes." he said.

I was surprised at the sudden request and looked at them, "Well, I was thinking about joining the Track and Field team, honestly." I began while my mind was spinning a little, "But online course?" I asked, "Can't you just give me the assignments and homework?" I asked, "I have already studied the textbooks. As long as the information is in the textbook, I can do it when I have time." I let my voice trail off, and Mrs. Grendier and Mr. Trimmers looked surprised at me.

"Why have you already studied the textbooks?" Mrs. Grendier asked.

"I took a copy of the textbooks that I would have classes on—then studied them over the summer because I had no friends. I have done it since the start of high school. I learn the next year's content while at home during the summer when I am resting after a workout. Then I would go to my gym, work out more, then come back and study. Better to train your mind and body to make the temple that is what I reside in," I said philosophically.

Both Teachers looked at me with a mixture of awe and pity. "Can you go warm up outside for a bit? I already have the volleyball net set up outside. I will join you a bit after talking with Mr. Trimmers to see if that is the best thing moving forward." Mrs. Grendier said, and I nodded.

I got up and left and felt a little anger at the pity both Mr. Trimers and Mrs. Grendier felt toward me. I was someone who did not need pity. Jake was a useless shit, and I would have my revenge on him, and he would regret it for the rest of his life now. Now because of what he did, I improved and became strong and smart. I wasn't worried about the lack of friends in my life. I could make friends in university or college, depending on where I choose to go.

I sighed and walked around the women playing basketball with each other. As I walked, I thought about the offer Mrs. Grendier and Mr. Trimmers gave me. I didn't think I needed training on my running, but it wasn't something that I would completely shy away from either. The thing that I wasn't sure about the most would be if Mr. Trimmers could actually teach me anything related to running.

Without realizing it, I reached the exit and started to jog out into the field while still thinking about what I would do with the offer. The problem with the online portion they suggested was that I would have to attend online classes, which would consume too much of my time. Whereas I could make a day every week to finish assignments and homework for the health portion of the class. That would be much easier, and I could finish it before they even reached that portion of the types. Tests wouldn't be that hard either since I did some research in the past.

Sweat started speckling my brow and soaking into my shirt as I did another lap around the field. I saw Mrs. Grendier come out and wave me over, and I slowed down from my sprints to a jog to cool down as I moved closer to her. I stood before her, and she pointed at the basket of volleyballs. "You suck at Serving; guess what we are doing today?" Mrs. Grendier said when I reached her.

That was all she said, and I started picking up a ball and serving, trying to get it in the sand. The sand made things harder, but I still tried my best with each and every shot. The balls went all over the place, and I was still struggling with the different styles Mrs. Grendier showed me in more depth. She showed me it and her style, and soon I found, after watching her closely, some of the issues with my form, and I found that I was getting it on the sand more than bouncing away on the grass.

When I finished the cage of balls, I ran around as fast as possible to load the balls before starting again. It was the same thing over and over, and there wasn't anything else today. It was purely working on my serving, and my rate of getting it in on the sand and inside the court was up to at least half the time. I guess it was great from my less than twenty percent when I started today.

Something was wrong with my form, and Mrs. Grendier kept calling out different things for me to fix, but I felt like something was stopping me, and I couldn't tell what. I wanted to remove my weights and try them out, but Mrs. Grendier wanted me to keep them on when I practiced in the sand. She told me that she wanted me to practice without them next week, but for this week, I was going to wear all of them the entire practice to see what would happen next week.

Following her orders, I continued to serve the balls repeatedly, sending them all over before I had to gather them all back up. With more landing in the sand now, it helped with the gathering of the balls, and I couldn't help but wonder what exactly was wrong with my form. I practiced the quick-serve, the jump serve, and a couple more serves, but something needed to be fixed with my forms.

Then Mrs. Grendier showed me the jump spike serve, and I looked at it all of it as she sent it barely over the net down into the sand. It was the most powerful serve I had seen yet, and I picked up a ball and tried the serve. I moved a distance back, tossed the ball up high into the air, ran up, jumped up, and spiked it down just above the net into the sand where the court would have been. A small pit in the sand remained where the ball bounced, and Mrs. Grendier looked at me surprised, as it was the first time I successfully served the ball when she showed me a form.

I was a little surprised, so I picked up another ball, served it even harder, and sent it barely over the net into the sand again inside the court, making me smile. It was nothing like the underhand serve that I seemed to hit too hard, sending it farther than it should have been, and a couple of others where I just messed up my form.

"Again!" Mrs. Grendier announced, and I started to serve one after another. I finally missed this serve after the fourth, and I realized that I was mistakenly hitting it right to start, but I quickly adopted that form that I was getting it right. The ball was fast, and Mrs. Grendier smiled brightly as I served a ball now with a much higher accuracy rating. I was no longer more likely to fail a serve than land it.

I was grinning brightly as the bell rang, ending the session, and now I had work.

"Angela, Help me clean up," She announced, and I shook my head.

"Sorry, Mrs. Grendier," I told her, "I have somewhere to be. I will gather the balls, but I have an appointment on Tuesdays and Wednesdays that I cannot be late to and have to run as soon as possible," I told her, making Mrs. Grendier frown. "I really am sorry, but I really do have to get going!"

I quickly rang, collecting the balls but getting a dirty look from my coach, who was so happy with me just moments before. I could tell she was thinking if I was being serious before sighing as I brought the balls back to the cage before running off to grab the last stragglers I missed. If I sent the balls too high with the jumping spike to serve, they would always go far or straight into the net. Both were not ideal, but I was still working on my accuracy. I needed it at around ninety percent.

My smile was bright as I finished gathering the balls and running back with the cage to the gym. I was a horrible server before she showed me that jumping spike serve. I felt like I made real progress today as I brought the balls in and ran over to my backpack heading right back out with my backpack on. I would run around the school since I wasn't as sweaty today. I moved with purpose and back outside as I saw Mrs. Grendier walking back with the net now. I waved to her as I started to run with my backpack running around to the front of the school.

I smiled, looking forward to seeing my girlfriend. I remembered the decisions I thought about today as I contemplated her questions this morning. I didn't want to be controlling in her everyday life, so I would retreat a little and give her a little space. I liked being around her, but I could stifle her, either. Without realizing it, I felt nervous as I saw the parking lot and saw her car. I started slowing down to a walk to cool down as my stomach fluttered a little with nerves.

Was she going to be happy or sad once I told her? How did I want her to react? Should I wait till after she talks to Samantha or before?

Doubts and nerves started to flood my normally calm mind as I started to reach her, and I was no longer happy.

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