SMOKING SCHOOLGIRL SUPERSTAR ATHLETE
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Teacher tries to punish an arrogant student but she punishes him instead 


There was no doubt about it: Laurie was by far the best athlete at Washington
High School. She excelled at everything she tried, soccer, field and ice
hockey, track and field, softball, and lacrosse. From her freshwoman year, she
had been the best player on any team she was on. She was voted on to
countywide all star teams in every sport. Her teammates were so much in awe of
her that in her sophomore year, they elected Laurie the captain of their teams
over the upper classwomen and broken all of the school and many of the county
and state records and at sixteen was already becoming a legend in the local
area.

Laurie's accomplishments outshined all of the male athletes in the school. She
had proven herself playing in pickup basketball games with the best of them,
embarassing them with her superior athletic ability. She was physically
superior to most of them, growing to over six feet tall by the eleventh grade.

And her beauty equaled her athletic ability. Laurie was an awesome sight, with
long, dark brown hair hanging in soft curls all the way down to her waist. Her
stunning classic high-cheekboned beauty and piercing green eyes had boys and
men of all ages unable to take their eyes off of her. And on top of all
that,Laurie was an honors student.

But what Laurie was known for, as much as anything else, was her cigarettes.
She loved to smoke and she loved her Marlboro Light 100's and she didn't care
who knew it. Not her parents, who smoked themselves and enjoyed good health,
and anyhow learned long before never to stand in the way of anything she
wanted. And not her teachers or the school administration either. But though
the school was proud of her accomplishments on the playing field and in the
classroom, some faculty and administration didn't like the fact that she
smoked so boldly on the practice field and in the locker room.

Everything came to a head when Laurie smoked a cigarette during a track meet.
She had already won the 100 yard dash, the mile run and the javelin throw, and
after the cigarette she won the high jump and the broad jump. Almost
single-handed she had brought victory to her team, and she treated herself to
another cigarette as she trotted from the track to the locker room.

The school's principal felt that he had no choice but to have Laurie
disciplined. He thought that Laurie wasn't projecting the right image by
smoking in public and besides, she had broken, brazenly, the school rules by
smoking on school property. But because of her athletic and other
accomplishments that had she had won for her school, he didn't want to
confront Laurie himself. Therefore, he gave the job to the chairman of
Washington High's athletic department, Mr. Nash.

Mr. Nash was a gym teacher who coached the boy's football and baseball teams.
Now 48 years old, he had once been a jock himself, good on the high school
level but only average in college, never coming close to realizing his dreams
of playing pro sports. He wasn't neary big or talented enough for that. He
settled for being a gym teacher and coach, and lucked out by becoming head of
the athletic department after a few years. "Coach Nash" enjoyed the power,
prestige and extra money that went with the position. But the one part of his
job that he really disliked was that he had to deal with the female sports
teams as well as the males.

Nash seemed to be the perfect person for the job of disciplining Laurie. He
was an old-fashioned macho jock who always had a hard time accepting women's
athletics, barely recognizing their existence, never taking seriously the
accomplishments of female athletes.

And he bitterly resented Laurie's celebrity, her almost goddess-like status in
school. He was put off by her cockiness. He was an ex-marine who believed in
discipline and he hated how Laurie could flout the school's anti-smoking rules
and get away with it. Everything about Laurie rubbed Nash the wrong way, and
he jumped at the opportunity that he was given. He was anxious for his first
chance to put her in her place.

Nash's opportunity came the next day. Laurie had led her lacrosse team to
victory, scoring five goals and playing awesome defense. On the way to the
locker room, the girls passed by where Nash was running his team's baseball
practice. Laurie lit up a celebratory cigarette. He was infuriated by the
arrogance of the bitch, star athlete or not. "Laurie!" he barked out as he
trotted towards her.

Laurie, being quick and smart, immedeately sensed what Nash was up to. She
stood up tall and squared her shoulders, looking at Nash not as a teacher or
coach any more,but as an opponent. She took a deep drag of her cigarette and
slowly let the smoke escape her nostrils as Nash stepped up to her. She noted
to herself with amusement that she had grown taller than the coach! He was six
feet tall, but she was at least 6'1" at this point. Nash often bragged about
how well he kept himself in shape, but now that Laurie assessed him up close,
she saw him as being soft. And she had just recently learned something about
Nash that she found amusing and would now use against him. Laurie knew that
she had to sieze control of the situation immediately. Although he was the
teacher and she was the student, she understood power, how to get it and use
it, better than he did. Before he had a chance to speak, Laurie stared
straight into his eyes and took another drag, blowing a stream in his
direction.

Nash was infuriated by the insolence of the bratty kid he was facing. "You are
in violation of the school rules by smoking, young lady, and if you don't put
that cigarette out right now and promise never to smoke on the school grounds
again, I'm going to suspend you, no matter how big an athletic star you are!"
His sarcastic tone got Laurie added anger to the amusement and annoyance that
she felt towards him.

As her teammates and some other curious students gathered around to watch the
unfolding events, Laurie blew another stream of smoke at Nash's face and
chuckled as his eyes turned red with anger. "My parents let me smoke, so I'm
certainly not going to listen to you! You may be a teacher, but rght now I'm a
lot more important in school than you, wth my athletic successes, Coachie!"
Nash bristled when the cocky bitch called him that, as Laurie knew he would.

"You won't be such a superstar athlete for long if you keep on smoking the way
you do, girlie!" Nash blustered.

This was all the opening Laurie was looking for. "Bullshit, Coachie!" she
drawled. "In my family we all smoke, and we're all active and it doesn't
bother us, especially the women! Both of my parents smoke and they're in
perfect health. All four of my grandparents smoke and they're all doing just
fine! All four of my great-grandmothers still smoke, and they're going strong
in their nineties! My great-grandfather is one hundred and four and he walks a
mile to the store and back for his two packs every day! In fact my three
deceased great-grandfathers were all non-smokers! I guess we're just
genetically superior to you! Especially the women in my family!"

Laurie stopped to take another drag, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she
sucked the smoke into her magificent body. Nash was too transfixed by the
sight of her and what she was saying to do anything but stare up at her as she
continued. "And last week I found out something that was very interesting.
After I broke the women's school record for the 100 yard dash, I was going
through the records and saw that you went to this very high school, Coachie.
You did okay compared to your teammates at the time, but MY time was way
faster than yours! I looked at the other races, Coachie, and I beat you every
time, so you're in no position to lecture me. I'm a better athlete than you,
Coachie, and if I had been your age I would have beaten the pants off of you
back then!" Sensing Nash's growing anger, Laurie pushed the envelope even
more. "Of course, I hadn't even been born yet when you went to Washington
High! she said with that impish grin that she knew infuriated the teacher. "In
fact, you had already given up on a pro athletic career and started teaching
here by the time I entered grammar school! Like they say, those who can do,
those who cant, teach!"

Nash's face now got even redder, and Laurie sensed his vulnerability and
issued her challenge. "Tell you what, Coachie. If you can prove that you're a
better athlete than me, I'll stop smoking. If you can beat me in any type of
physical competition I will accept any punishment that you give me. But if I
beat you, you will apologize to me for trying to punish me and you won't give
me any more of your lip. Deal, Coachie?"

Laurie took a final drag, flicked the butt to the ground between Nash's feet
and stepped forward to grind it out, putting her face inches from his. She
looked down into his eyes. "They used to say that smoking stunts your growth
too, but I've been smoing since I was twelve and I've grown over a foot since
then. And now I'm bigger than you, Coachie! And YOU want to give ME orders?
Don't make me laugh! If you want me to obey you have to make me, if you can!
But you can't, can you, Coachie?" Laurie taunted.

Nash was put off by Laurie's persistent insolence and didn't know how to react
to her challenge. Laurie, on the other hand, knew that she had gained control
of the situation, and didn't let up. "Grab a bat, Coachie, and tell your
pitcher to give me a ball. Let's see if the smoking schoolgirl can strike out
the coach of the baseball team!"

Nash was backed into a corner and did what Laurie told him to do. She chuckled
as they strolled onto the baseball field. Already she was establishing control
over the teacher. He was following her lead!

Laurie took off her outer jersey and her lacrosse pants, leaving her wearing
gym shorts and a t-shirt along with her white socks and cleated shoes. She
took another Marlboro 100 from her pack and lit one, putting the lighter in
the pack and rolling up her sleve, and tucked the long gold and white pack in
it.

Watching Laurie warm up was amazing. Expertly, without even thinking about it,
she didnt let her pitching interfere with her smoking. She put the cigarette
in her mouth when she threw the ball, then took it in her hand as she caught
the ball in her glove. She took a drag, put the cigarette back between her
lips and threw again.

Laurie's teammates and Nash's baseball team watched in amazement as Laurie
blew three strikes past the coach. His swings were desperate and way too slow
for Laurie's blazing fastball, her pack of cigarettes tucked into her pitching
arm's sleeve visible to all. She struck him out a second time, moving the
cigarette between her mouth and her hand between pitches. She gave him a third
chance. This time, she kept the cigarette in her pitching hand as she threw
the ball. This caused the ball to break sharply, and Nash looked more pathetic
than ever as he was fooled by her pitch and struck out again.

"Okay, Coachie," called out Laurie. "Now you pitch and try to strike ME out!"
Again the teacher followed the lead of the student and took the ball. Laurie
stepped into the batter's box and lit up another cigarette, putting it between
her lips as she slammed Nash's first pitch over the fence. She blasted several
more, taking drags between pitches. Nash tried to trick her by pitching
quickly while she was still smoking. With the cigarette still in her hand, she
swung and sent yet another ball over the fence. She then showed up the coach
in front of her team by trotting slowly around the bases, puffing on her
cigarette and exhaling as she did. As she rounded third base she flicked the
cigarette butt at him as he stood in motionless humiliation on the pitcher's
mound.

Nash felt that he had to say something to save face in front of the baseball
boys and lacrosse girls. "You HAVE to run like that or else you'd be out of
breath with all that smoking!"

That was a stupid thing for Nash to say, of course. First, Laurie had more
than proven her athletic ability to all of her cassmates who were watching.
Second, it gave Laurie an opening to further put the teacher down. She crossed
the plate, lit another cigarette and walked to the mound. "If you really think
that's true, Coachie," she goaded, "Why don't we race right now? Four times
around the track. That's a mile! Or do you want to concede now that I'm a
better athlete than you and apologize for trying to hassle me for smoking?"

Laurie's goading worked perfectly. Nash reacted exactly as she wanted, and
angrily stormed towards the track. She tucked her pack of Marlboro 100's in
one of her white athletic socks, against her lower calf, the familiar gold and
white pack sticking out three quarters of the way. Laurrie crouched into the
starting position, cigarette dangling between her lips. Nash angrily followed
suit.

Laurie's quick, long strides put her comfortably ahead from the start. She
would occasionally turn around and run backwards to look at Nash as she took a
puff of her cigarette. She would then turn back and turn on the juice, putting
more distance between the two of them. Nash couldn't help seeing that long
gold Marlboro pack, pulsating with the flexing of Laurie's strong calf muscle
with each stride she took. As she started her second lap, Nash was more than
fifty yards behind her, Laurie's long dark hair flowing back in the breeze as
if it were pointing at and mocking the teacher.

By the third lap Laurie was finished with her cigarette so she flicked the
butt behind her towards Nash. As she continued to run she reached back and
grabbed the pack from her sock and took out another cigarette and the lighter.
Without breaking stride or slowing down, Laurie expertly cupped her hands and
lit the cigarette with ease, putting the lighter in the pack and the pack back
in her sock. She looked over her shoulder and chuckled. She had opened up her
lead by another ten yards just while she was lighting up! She finished the
fourth and final lap. Nash still had over half a lap to go!

Laurie stood at the finish line and tapped her foot, feighning impatience,
waiting for Nash to finish in the classic smoking pose, her right elbow
resting in the palm of her left hand as she held her cigarette elegantly,
taking puffs while Nash huffed and puffed his way to the finish line. Far from
being out of shape, Laurie's magnificent body radiated a healthy glow. "Well
well, Coachie," she teased, "it looks like YOU"RE the one that's out of breath
and out of shape, not me! Now let's have that apology, and a promise to stop
giving me shit about my smoking!"

Of course that last line was intended to goad Nash even further, and it
worked. Laurie challenged the coach to a one-on-one basketball game in the
school gym. The lacrosse girls and baseball boys all followed them inside the
building.

Laurie bounced the basketball to Nash and lit up another cigarette, this time
tucking the pack in the waistband of her gym shorts. "You start, Coachie!" she
said, blowing a stream of smoke at him. The first one to get to eleven baskets
first wins. I'm ready when you are!"

Nash was noticebly tense as he started dribbling the ball. Laurie put her
cigarette between her lips as she went into a defensive position. She sensed
the coach's tentativeness and quickly shot out her hand, taking the ball
cleanly away from him. Laurie made it look so easy as she spun around,
sprinted towards the basket for an easy layup shot, puffs of smoke coming from
the cigarette dangling from her lips. Laurie 1, Nash 0.

Nash dribbled the ball again and Laurie stayed with him, taking the cigarette
from her mouth and sticking the hand that held it out at him. This distracted
him and he took a long, bad shot that Laurie easily rebounded. She dribbled
slowly towards the basket, showing her incredible dexterity by switching her
cigarette from one hand to the other as the other hand dribbled the ball. She
put on an awesome display, transferring basketball and cigarette sometimes
faster than one time a second, but the cigarette was neither dropped nor
damaged while she kept control of the ball. She dribbled behind her back and
between her legs, her dexterity in handling the ball matched by her dexterity
in switching her cigarette from hand to hand simultaneously and with blinding
speed. This mesmerized everyone in the room, including Nash, and Laurie easily
brushed passed him for another basket.

The next time she had the ball, Laurie dribbled mainly with her left hand
while putting her cigarette holding right hand in front of her, just inches
from Nash's face! Laurie was showing the teacher utter disrespect in addition
to thoroughly demolishing him on the court. Nash scored a few times, but once
Laurie had seen all of his tricks she was ready for him, stealing the ball,
batting it down when he tried to shoot, always getting the ball back and
scoring herself. Once, while he jumped pathetically, she shot the ball with
the cigarette between the fingers of her shooting hand, and the ball swished
right through the net!

Laurie humiliated the coach even further by sowly dribbling the ball with one
hand while taking casual, almost absent- minded puffs with the other. This
infuriated Nash to the point where he tried more desperately than ever to
lunge for the ball, but Laurie continued to smoke as she kept the ball away
from him, inching closer and closer to the basket before faking him out,
bouncing the ball between his own legs, spinning around to keep posession and
getting an easy basket. Nash might have been a gym teacher and coach, but the
smoking schoolgirl was showing him up, big time!

Laurie then stood still while dribbling the ball, taking drags of her
cigarette, not letting Nash get near the ball despite his frantic efforts.
Then she took a long, deep drag, jumped high and swished the ball into the
basket while letting the smoke stream from her nostrils.

With the score ten to three in Laurie's favor, she drove for the basket. Nash
grunted and went up with her, slamming his body against hers in an attempt to
block her shot. But Nash bounced off of Laurie like a rubber ball and crashed
to the floor as Laurie slam-dunked the final shot, her feet landing by Nash's
stunned body. She took out another cigarette, lit it with the but of the one
she had been smoking and flicked her butt at Nash, hitting him in the face,
infuriating him even more. Laurie chuckled. "How's the weather down there,
Coachie? Looks like your body can't stand up to mine, literally!"

Nash's face was redder than ever, in both anger and embarassment as the kids
looked on. "That was just luck!" he muttered. "I was off balance!"

Once again, Laurie had goaded Nash into reacting exactly as she wanted him
to,leaving him vulnerable to her next challenge. "Oh really, Coachie?" she
giggled. "If you really don't believe that my body is superior to yours
despite my smoking and the fact that I'm a girl, then let's have it out over
there!" she challenged, pointing her cigarette towards the wrestling mat.

The kids gasped. After demolishing the coach in three tests of athletic skill
and endurance, Laurie had issued the ultimate challenge: The two of them, girl
vs. man, fighting it out for the scholgirl's right to smoke or the teacher's
ability to stop her. Laurie strutted towards the mat, taking a deep drag of
her cigarette. As she held it in, Laurie felt a surge of power through her
body. The smoke, as always, was giving her strength.

"I'm going to loosen up a bit for this one, Coachie!" Laurie announced as she
pulled her shirt off, revealing her black sports bra protecting and suporting
her ample breasts. Everyone gasped. Her rock-solid, shapely torso was a sight
to behold. Laurie tucked her pack of Marlboro Light 100s into her sports bra
right between her cleavage. "Ready when you are, Coachie!" she sang.

Laurie showed far more poise and confidence than her male elder as they
circled each other on the mat. Nash, dripping with sweat, looked tense and
desperate. He knew that this was his last chance to save face. He had
instigated the confrontation, eager to punish Laurie, which he thought would
be a piece of cake. Now, punishment was the last thing on his mind. At this
point, he just wanted to avoid further humiliation, and losing to Laurie at
wrestling wound be the ultimate humiliation. And he knew that if Laurie beat
him now, he would never be able to stop her from smoking whenever and wherever
she wanted.

Nash lunged at Laurie in an attempt to grab her, but while continuing to smoke
with her right hand, she stuck out her left hand, catching Nash on the neck
and swatting him like a fly, throwing him to the ground. The students gasped
as Nash looked up in surprise from his sudden position on his knees before his
teenage tormentress. By now all the girls were cheering wildly for their
teammate, totally unconcerned that they were upsetting a faculty member by
doing so.

Nash, visibly shaken, got back to his feet unsteadily. He ran towards Laurie
and got her in a bear hug. But Laurie just chckled as he barely moved her soid
body. Laurie giggled. "You call that a bear hug, Coachie? Let me show you a
REAL bear hug!"

Laurie put her cigarette between her lips and snaked her arms around the
coach's body. Nash felt as if a boa constrictor was tightening around him as
his vertebrae came close to snapping and the air was forced out of his lungs.
Meanwhile Laurie was taking small, serene puffs from the cigarette dangling
from her mouth.

Involuntarily, Nash gave up by releasing his pathetic hold on her, and Laurie
thumped his chest with her own, sending him back to the mat. Laurie stood over
her victim and took another drag. "Had enough, Coachie?" Laurie taunted. Want
to give up and apologize yet, Coachie?"

Nash's face turned a deeper shade of crimson than ever. Once again, the girl
had manipulated the man. He rushed to her again, trying to grab the cigarette
from her outstretched hand. But instead, Laurie got her arm around her neck
and put the coach into a headlock.

Laurie's solid right biceps pushed up against Nash's Adams apple, once again
forcing the air out of his body. Desperately, he brought up both of his hands
to grasp her forearm in an attempt to keep her from smoking. Laurie responded
by pulling her arm towards her, showing Nash and all the onlookers that her
one arm was winning the test of strenght over both of his arms! Laurie's right
hand held her cigarette, and inch by inch she overpowered the teacher,
bringing the cigarette closer to her lips despite his frantic efforts to stop
her. She was standing right behind him as she held him, and he was able to see
the bright red glow of her cigarette tip as Laurie took a long drag,
signifying yet another display of athletic superiority over the coach by the
arrogant smoking girl.

Putting her cigarette back in her mouth, Laurie suddenly released Nash and got
him in a boston crab hold, bending him painfully backwards. A quick
camel-clutch produced a surprised groan of agony from the already pained
teacher."Give up yet, Coachie?" she drawled before releasing him and giving
his back a push with her sneaker, sending him back down to the mat.

Despite the repated humiliation that Laurie was subjecting Nash to, his pride
and ego woudn't let him back down even though it was apparent to all of the
kids watching them that the schoolgirl had proved her athletic and strength
superiority over the coach, while constantly smoking the whole time. Nash
flailed desperately and wildly, and his hand brushed against the sports bra
cup holding her left breast.

Laurie quickly transferred the cigarette from her right hand to her left and
grabbed two of Nash's offending fingers with her right hand. She bent his
fingers backwards and he yelped in pain. He brought up his other hand and
tried to free his fingers from Lrie's grip. But the girl was too quick for him
and before he knew it, Laurie had wrapped her fist arounbd two fingers of htat
hand too! Now four of Nash's fingers, two from each hand, were imprisioned in
Laurie's fist!

Nash moaned helplessly as Laurie suddenly jerked her fist, bending his fingers
sharply backwards. Slowly she lowered her fist, and Nash, in terrible pain,
involuntarily tried to ease the pressure by bending down with her.

The coach's head was spinning. He always disliked Laurie intensely,
considering her to be a bratty kid. H had a problem with female athletes in
general, but especially this bratty, bitchy kid. He was so looking forward to
punishing her for smoking, but instead the smoking schoolgirl was punishing
the teacher! The bratty, bitchy youngster was imposing her will over the
supposed "authority figure", and was driving him slowly to his knees,
humiliating him all the way, and there was nothing that he could do to stop
her!

All the while, while causing the coach agony with her right hand, Laurie was
taking long, languid puffs with her left hand. Even after having gotten the
better of Nash at every turn in the last hour, the ease at which she was
demoshing him couldn't have been more apparent. He pathetically tried to pull
his hands out of her grip but Laurie just increased the pressure. The coach
looked up at Laurie. She hadn't even broken a sweat and now seemed to be
ignoring him as she casually blew lazy smoke rings towards the ceiling. Her
expression was that of someone who was unaware of what she was doing to her
adversary, but inside the smoking schoolgirl was welling with pride at her
victory over the teacher. He was fully aware of how pathetic he looked as
Laurie effortlessly put him in excruciating pain while smoking non-chalantly.
As she took another long drag and blew more perfet rings, Nash finally landed
on her knees. "PLEASE LET ME GO!" he croaked in desperation.

Laurie gave a low, menacing chuckle. She had finally made Nash admit his
defeat, but his resistance gave her an excuse to continue her punishent. "If
you had admitted defeat and apologized to me for trying to punish me before,
Coachie, when I gave you several opportunities, you wouldn't be in all this
pain!"

"OH GOD, LAURIE, I APOLOGIZE!" Nash shrieked. PLEASE LET ME GO! YOU WIN!"

Laurie took another leisurely puff while keeping a tight fist around Nash's
fingers. "Sorry, Coachie!" she purred. "You gave me too much shit instead of
doing the smart thing and giving up when I gave you the chance right after I
destroyed you in the mile race! Now you'll have to pay some extra punishment
before I let you go!"

"OH GOD, LAURIE, I'M SO, SO SORRY!" wailed Nash. "JUST LET ME GO AND I'LL
NEVER BOTHER YOU ABOUT SMOKING AGAIN, I PROMISE!"

Even Laurie wa a bit surprised at what she had just made the teacher say, but
she was enjing this toom much to stop just yet. "And how about the other
students, Coachie?" she persisted. "You won't ever bother them about smoking
either, will you, Coachie?"

"NO, NO, LAURIE, NOT THE OTHER KIDS EITHER! I'LL LET YOU ALL SMOE! BUT GOD,
LAURIE, PLEASE, LET GO OF MY HANDS! PLEASE, LAURIE I BEG YOU!" Laurie blew
more smoke rings. "That's very good so far, Coachie, but not enough. There are
still a couple of things I want to do with you!"

Nash looked up, puzzled by Laurie's words, when she suddenly kneed him in the
gut. As he groaned, Laurie flicked her butt into the coach's mouth. Laurie
could hear the hot coal extinguish as it hit the back of the roof of his
mouth. He tried to spit it out but he was gagging from the stale smoke in his
mouth and inadvertently swallowed it down.

As Nash was gagging, Laurie released her grip and got the coach in a painful
full-nelson. She dropped to the mat, taking Nash with her as she landed with a
thud in front of her as she kept her grip on him. She snaked her long,
powerful, hard but lean legs around his waist, locked her ankles in front of
him and now she had him in a painful scissors hold as well as the sitting
full-nelson!

Holding Nash's hands behind him, Laurie manipulated them to the point where
she quickly took hold, once again, of both of his hands in her right hand.
With her now free left hand she removed two cigarettes and the lighter from
the red and white pack that rested between her breasts.She lit one, the tip
just inches from Nash's nose. "Now, Coachie, for being such an asshole and for
trying to punish me for smoking, you will now smoke a cigarette yourself!

The kids all gasped. Nash was aghast at what the smoking brat was making him
do.

Despite all that Laurie had put him throuh, Nash looked up at his smoking
teenaged tormentress in disbelief. Grinning impishlly, she put a cigarette
between his lips. Defiantly, he spit it out of his mouth.

Laurie was hoping that he would react in such a pathetically predictable
way.It gave her another opportunity to punish the teacher. She scooped up the
cigarette, banged Nash's stomach with her steely calves and when he opened his
mouth to groan, she stuffed it into his mouth and clamped his lips shut. He
shook his head violently back and forth, but Laurie kept her grip. Laurie
chuckled as Nash signified his defeat by chewing and swallowing the cigarette.

"That was a stupid move, Coachie, spitting out the cigarette that I generously
gave you to smoke. You apologized before, but apparently you still haven't
learned your lesson. It lookes like I have to punish you again!"

"OH, GOD, LAURIE, I HAVE LEARNED MY LESSON, I ASSURE YOU!!" Nash gasped. "I'M
SO SORRY THAT I MESSED WITH YOU! YOU TAUGHT ME NOT TO MESS WITH YOU, AND I
PROMISE FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART THAT I WILL NEVER MESS WITH YOU AGAIN,
LAURIE! BUT PLEASE DON'T PUNISH ME ANY MORE, I BEG YOU LAURIE!"

Laurie giggled. "If you don't want me to punish you, Coachie, then just get up
and walk away!" The kids all laughed. Nash had shown that he couldn't free
himself from Laurie's hold and simply "walk away".

Laurie took a pull on her cigarette and jerked Nash's fingers backwards as she
increased the pressure on his waist with her legs. "Now open wide, Coachie. I
don't want to get the wrestling mat dirty or burnt. So you're going to be my
ashtray, Coachie!" The coach didn't want to comply, but his groans of pain
kept his mouth open whenever Laurie flexed her legs. She took her time smoking
her cigarette and daintily tapping it on his teeth, dropping the ashes in his
mouth. When she was finished she again flicked the butt into his mouth. He
gagged again, but he was now resigned to defeat, so morosely he chewed and
swallowed her butt.

"Okay, Coachie, let's try it again, but this time without any bullshit!"
purred Laurie as she took two more cigarettes from the pack. she placed the
cigarette between Nash's lips. He didn't spit it out this time. He was ready
for her to light it. "No, coachie, YOU do the honors!" she said, releasing his
hands, leaning back and increasing the pressure on his waist with her thighs
and tossing the lighter to him, putting a cigarette into her own mouth. "In
fact, lite mine for me too while you're at it, Coachie!"

This was complete, utter defeat and humiliation for Nash, but miserably and
with shaking hands he lit cigarettes for his teenaged smoking victress as well
as himself. He had always hated Laurie's arrogance, but instead of "putting
her in her place", as was his intent, the bratty girl's arrogance was being
unleashed on him. With tears in his eyes he opened his mouth now whenever
Laurie held her cigarette up to his mouth. And though he couldn't believe it
when Laurie ordered it, he opened his mouth and deposited his own ashes in his
mouth without hesitation!

Leaning back on the mat but keeping her legs entwined around Nash's waist,
Laurie made the coach smoke another three cigarettes. As with the first, he
tapped his ashes into his mouth and chewed and swallowed the butts when he
finished. He looked back in despair at Laurie, who was serenely smoking. Not
even using her hands, the teacher realized, the bratty bitch was making him
degrade himself beyond his imagination. But it wasn't over yet.

"Now, Coachie, do you admit that I am a better athlete than you? Laurie
taunted.

"Y-Yes, L-Laurie!" Nash trembled.

"Say it!" Laurie hissed. "Loud enough for all the kids to hear!"

For Nash, it couldn't get more humiating than this. He used to be the bully
when he was in high school, and could never imagine that anyone could bully
him. But now he was successfully beng bullied by a teenage girl - with one
hand, no less, while she smoked with the other! But he had no choice if he
wanted her to free him.

"YES, LAURIE, YOU ARE A BETTER ATHLETE THAN I EVER WAS!" he gasped. Nash could
scarcely believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. "YOU ARE
STRONGER THAN I HAVE EVER BEEN, LAURIE!" Laurie whispered into his ear, and
Ash's face got even redder. "YOU ARE IN EVERY WAY MY PHYSICAL SUPERIOR,
LAURIE!"

Suddenly Laurie released her hold and Nash fell into a crumpled heap at her
feet. "You can go and lick your wounds now, Coachie. But one more thing. I
don't like you, Coachie. Not at all! And since you are Athletic Director at
the school, you get some glory from my accomplishments! I don't like the idea
of that, Coachie. I don't like playing for you. So as of right now, I am
quitting all of the athletic teams that I am on. And I'm going to to start
looking at other schools in the district that I can transfer to. I'll bet that
Lincoln High would welcome me, and their athletic director won't give me any
bullshit for smoking!" Lincoln was Washington High's arch-rival.

Nash's face went from red to ashen white as he realized what he had done, and
what the consequences of Laurie's actions would mean for him. Like it or not,
he realized that her athletic accomplishments had put the school on the map.
She got raving headlines in the high school sports pages, of the local
newspapers, the only player of either sex from the school to make the all
county team in every sport. And she was a straight-A student, one that any
high school would be proud of. If Laurie weree to stop her athletic
participation and leave Washington High School, Nash realized, he would be
blamed!

"And everyone, the faculty, the principal and the school board will all know
who is responsible for my sudden lack of interest!" purred Laurie, adding to
Nash's growing alarm.

"OH, LAURIE, PLEASE, I'M SO SORRY, SO SORRY! cried Nash. "PLEASE DON'T DO
THAT! I'LL DO ANYTHING! THE SCHOOL NEEDS YOU! I'LL DO ANYTHING IF YOU STAY
HERE AND PLAY, LAURIE! ANYTHING!"

Laurie took another deep drag and gave a double pump. Victory was always
sweet, but destroying the teacher who had the audacity to try to punish her
for smoking was her most satisfying victory yet. And by getting him to plea so
desperately, she had once again cleverly maneuvered him to say eactly what she
wanted. He would do ANYTHING! "Okay, Coachie!" she murmred. "I'll stay under
these conditions. You will buy me two packs of cigarettes every morning and
give them to me before classes start. And on Friday you will give me a carton
of cigarettes for the weekend. Understand, Coachie?"

More than ever, Nash now regretted haven taken on the formidable schoolgirl.
He knew that he had to do whatever she wanted or he would be blamed for the
school losing their star athlete."Okay, Laurie." he muttered in resigation.
"I'll buy your cigarettes for you like you said!"

Laurie swelled with satisfaction as she took a deep drag. She was not a
gracious winner, and was loving the way she could rub her teacher's nose in
the dirt. "And you will buy a lighter, Coachie. Any time you see me with an
unlit cigarette, it will be your job to drop whatever you're doing and come
over and light it for me. And not a cheap, disposable lighter either, Coachie,
You will buy a gold lighter that costs at least two hundred dollars. You will
show me the receipt to prove it. And you will get it engraved with the words
"FOR COACHIE TO LIGHT HIS ATHLETIC SUPERIOR LAURIE'S CIGARETTES WITH". That
will give the jeweler a laugh!"

Nash sounded as miserable as he looked as he croaked "Okay, Laurie, whatever
you say!" Laurie smiled and took a final pull before chain- smoke lighting
another cigarette. She held out the butt to Nash's face. His defeat was total.
He knew what Laurie wanted him to do, and he didn't dare resist any more for
fear that the girl would punish him further. He simply opened his mouth.
Laurie flicked in the butt. His dry mouth desperately produced enough saliva
to extinguish it, and he swallowed it down without even being told.

"Now get your ass out of here, Coachie. And any time that you want to stop
lighting my cigarettes for me, and any time that you want me to submit to an
of YOUR punishments, all you have to do is challenge me to another
competition. Anytime, anywhere, any sport. If you beat me I will submit to
your punishment. But if I beat you again, I'll rough you up worse than I have
done today.. You might find yourself with a few broken bones, and you'll be
lucky if you're able to leave under your own power. Got it,Coachie?"

"Yes, Laurie," whined Nash in utter defeat. "I got it!" With slumping
shoulders, he shuffled away, grabbing his gym bag and hurrying to his car.

"REMEMBER, COACHIE!" Laurie called out. "ANYTIME, ANYWHERE, ANY SPORT!"

Nash complied with all of Laurie's orders. The jeweler, a young lady who was a
smoker herself, chuckled at his engraving request order. The next day he
presented Laurie with the receipt, two hundred-fifty dollars plus the
engraving charge, and two packs of Marlboro Light 100s. She had him light the
first one and smoked it in his office, again using his mouth as an ashtray. It
wasn't part of the agreement, but Nash now knew better than to displease
Laurie in any way.

For the rest of the school year, Nash dutifully bought the youngster her
cigarettes, lit them and served as her ashtray. He hated every moment of it,
but was aghast at the thought that he would be blamed for Laurie's departure
if he pissed her off in any way. And he never challenged er to any athletic
competition, despite her standing challenge. He knew that she would demolish
him again and didn't doubt that her physical punishment would be as severe as
she promised.

And Laurie continued her athletic exploits, leading her lacrosse and track
teams to the county championship. As the girls carried her on their shoulders
after the lacrosse championship, Laurie proudly lit up as they paraded her
around the field. She motioned for Nash to join them. The coach was horrified
at what Laurie might make him do in public, but he didn't dare balk. forcing a
smile he went over to the celebrating girls, who sat Laurie on his shoulders
and led him off the field as in front of hundreds of spectators she took drags
and blew smoke rings as the coach carried her. It took him by surprise when
she leaned over and deposited the butt into his mouth, but he managed to gulp
it down.

Alas, despite Nash's submission to the smoking schoolgirl's demands, or maybe
because of it, his misfortunes didn't stop. Word had quickly spread, and by
the day after their confrontation everyone had heard what had happened the day
before. Proof came in the form of the cigarettes that Ash bought and lit, his
constant defeated, long face and the fact that the kids knew that they could
smoke in front of him because of Laurie's order not to punish any of them for
it. He had been given the task of disciplining the smoking schoolgirl and had
failed miserably, and now the smoking schoolgirl was punishing the teacher!

This caused the school administration and Nash's colleagues on the faculty to
lose respect for him and conclude that he was unfit to be Athletic Director.
It had been very unprofessional of him to be goaded into competing with a
student to begin with. He let his macho ego get the better of him, and the
devastating resut of his actions made the situation untennable. The disrespect
that the students now held him in, especially on his baseball team, led them
to believe that his coaching had become totally inneffective. So at the end of
the school ear, Nash was told that he was being stripped of the jobs of both
Athletic Director and Coach. Now, he was back to being nothing but a gym
teacher! Not only did this mean that he would lose about ten thousand dollars
in extra income a year, but his career had taken a major step backwards. And
it was all because of that bratty bitch of a smoking schoolgirl, Nash thought
bitterly to himself.

The humiliation that he suffered at Laurie's hands were too much for Nash to
take. Instead of staying at the school in his diminished position, he asked
for a transfer to another school in the district. He would have quit
altogether, he couldn't give up his job or the pension that he would receive
when he was eligible to retire in 10 years. He took the only opening
available, as a gym teacher in an elementary school!

Laurie was so proud of herself when she heard the news at the beginning of her
Senior year. Getting him demoted was sweet revenge, but this was even better.
Nash had once threatened to suspend her from school for smoking, but the
schoolgirl had now thrown the teacher out of the school, and continued to
smoke unimpeded. Laurie chuckled as she realized that she would be going to
college the following year, while Nash was going back to the fifth grade!

In her final year at Washington High, Laurie continued to lead her teams to
victory in every sport. It has now become a tradition for the girls on her
teams to all light up cigarettes after each win. Except in championship games
Then they would light up victory cigars! And nobody ever stopped them.

After winning the state basketball championship, the girls gathered and knelt
together at center court, bowing their heads as if they were in prayer. But
when they stood up, the crowd saw that each of the girls had lit up big, fat
cigars! Passing the championship trophy from one girl to another, billows of
cigar smoke filled the room as the team paraded around the court. They stayed
there until their cigars were finished, the smoke so thick that by that time
the crowd could barely see them. But no one dared stop the victorious smoking
girls in their moment of glory!

To this day, Laurie continues her athletic and academic exploits in college.
Eventually Laurie will become a lawyer, where she will work on behalf of
smoker's rights, challenging what she considered to be the overbearing and
intrusive anti-smoking laws enacted in recent years. Athleticly, one of her
goals is to make the Olympic team. Her dreaam is to have a cigarette dangling
from her lips as her gold medal is placed around her neck, and waving,
cigarette in hand at the crowd and proudly smoke as the national anthem is
played in her honor.

And as Laurie soars to greater heights, her would-be tormentor will be forced
to spend the last decade his career as a grade-school gym teacher, thanks to
the bratty, arrogant schoolgirl who put him in his place.