The New PE Mistress Takes The Rugby Team In Hand.
By Beta Man
How will the First XV rugby team take to a female coach.

The new boy asked me who the woman was watching the rugby team practice
their drills. I explained it was Miss Larson the first XV coach. He looked
surprised, which was not an unusual response with newbies. So I told him
the story, that had passed into school folklore, about how Miss Larson had
earned the respect of the pupils and the right to be their coach.

A few years earlier Miss Larson had joined the school staff as a new PE
Mistress and had expressed a desire to coach rugby. This had been met with
strong resistance in the PE department, but once she threatened legal
action, the head of PE, Phil Thompson, revised his plan, and went about
with a clear design to set her up to fail.

He appointed her coach to the First team, and planned to undermine her
authority at every opportunity, changing practice times and locations
without telling her, and clearly convincing a number of the key players to
sabotage her training sessions. He hoped Miss Larson would, suitably
chastised by her failure to control the team, abandon her coaching
ambitions in this, his own, sporting speciality. It was a grave error of
judgement on his part. If Stacey Larson had one abiding motivation it was
not to give in to bullies, but to face them down, and this as far as she
was concerned was a clear case of bullying.

At the first training session that she had attended she had blown her
whistle to bring the team to order, but was ignored by the boys who
continued with their random activities, none of which could be considered
necessary or structured. She blew again, but to little effect.

"Okay lads, Let's get started", called Mr Thompson, and as if by magic the
boys came running over to him. Miss Larson looked on with a barely
concealed sense of fury.

For now however, she was willing to bide her time to see just who in the
first team wielded power, and if they would use that power against her. It
was still pre-season so she knew she had a little time to spare to get
things in order.

She soon found ways to ensure clearer lines of communication with the
players, and once she had embedded herself with the squad, it was clear
that many of the players responded well to her enthusiasm and her
willingness to listen to, and react positively to, any concerns raised. It
helped that she was an attractive blonde, and they, for the most part were
hormonally challenged 17 and 18 year olds on the brink of manhood, who had,
in their previous six years playing rugby, not once had a crush on their
coach, and were now both excited and slightly confused.

Her increasing popularity infuriated Phil Thompson, but also made it a lot
easier to see which of the players might be acting with him. She suspected
twelve players in all, many of whom would have been automatic choices for
the first team. So she had a dilemma, did she pick a weakened, but loyal
team to play for her, or should she test the resolve of those who were out
to sabotage her. With only a week till their first match, she knew she had
to act. Previous experience of bullying had led her to believe that the key
was to effectively tackle the ringleaders, and then there was a good chance
their followers might waiver. She was confident that there were four
ringleaders.

At the end of the Monday lunch time training session, she called the squad
together for a quick de-brief huddle.

"The first match is on Saturday so I think we need to address the elephant
in the room. I think some of you have split loyalties and that can't
continue. Some of you want to undermine me, to teach me a lesson, to put me
in my place, maybe even fight me, but you know that if you do, you would
likely be excluded or expelled even, whereas what I would like to do to you
in return, would certainly be frowned on by the Ofsted inspectors, and
would cost me my job were it to take place on school property during school
hours. So what I'm proposing is a late night fight club at the gym in town,
I will be there at ten tonight, and anybody keen to teach me a lesson,
though importantly also accepting that they might be taught a lesson, is
welcome to come along. For the purposes of this one off event I'm assuming
that you are consenting adults. Needless to say what happens in the gym
stays in the gym". She winked, turned and walked away, leaving the huddled
players silent, bemused and a little confused. Was she really going to
fight all thirty of them?

Before school finished that afternoon she was approached by a couple of
players, Walt and Isaac, from the squad, who asked if it was okay to come
and watch events unfold at the gym tonight.

"We're on your side, should you need re-inforcements", Walt said.

She smiled, "the more the merrier", she replied.

"You've got this Miss, and do us all a favour, wipe that smug smile off
Greg's face", said Isaac. Walt nodded his enthusiastic agreement.

"It's possibly on my to do list", she smiled.

Miss Larson arrived at the gym at nine and changed in to her fitness gear,
unlike at school where she was modestly dressed in a baggy tracksuit, she
chose to wear a very revealing two piece, white skin tight shorts that left
little to the imagination and a sky blue halter top that accentuated both
her upper body musculature and her bountiful bosom, she then put on her
tracksuit and started a series of stretches and light exercises to ensure
she was ready for the challenges ahead.

Around 9.30 the players started arriving. The first few checked that it was
okay if they just watched, stating they were there as cheerleaders. She
smiled at them and said how pleasantly surprised she was that they would
come out to give their support, and that she hoped she could give them an
evening to remember.

At 9.55 a large group arrived together, they were the exact twelve players
she had suspected. They bounded in to the gym with an arrogant swagger,
almost gleeful at the prospect of the evening ahead. Miss Larson continued
silently stretching, waiting for ten o'clock to strike, at which point she
stood up, walked to the door and locked it. She then blew her whistle. This
time everybody was paying her attention. There were twenty two spectators,
twelve players, and Miss Larson. Some of the plotters had invited their
girlfriends along to watch what they had planned.

"Well here we are", she said, "and frankly I want to beat the living crap
out of all twelve of you, but as you are my guests, I will let you choose
how each of you wishes to compete, it can be in the ring, either boxing or
wrestling, or it can be on any piece of equipment you choose, I really
don't mind, what's it to be?"

There was a general murmur as they tried to devise a strategy, but Miss
Larson was ahead of them, "Spud Murphy", she said addressing one of the
shorter stumpier front row forwards, "what's it to be?".

Spud looked to Greg for guidance. Greg mimed wrestling, which would
certainly play to Spud's upper body strength, low centre of gravity, and
wrestling team experience.

"Wrestling is it?", Miss Larson asked. Spud nodded and made his way to the
ring. Every one else followed.

Spud clambered into the ring, while Miss Larson made a show of springing
over the top rope and landing gracefully.
She then removed her track suit bottoms, giving a first glimpse of just how
muscular and powerful her lower body was. The whole of the room was looking
on admiringly, none more so than Spud Murphy who was stood slack jawed just
feet away, staring at the throbbing muscles in her thighs, and appraising
the curves of her densely muscled ass. Spud was not one of the ringleaders,
just useful muscle that could be disruptive, but right at this moment he
was a horny teenager faced with a sexy, strong intimidating woman. He'd
never wrestled a woman before though he had used his strength to coerce
girls in less sporting circummstances.

"Stay away from her legs", shouted Greg.

Spud Murphy advanced with a leering look on his face, but he was not being
led by his brain, but by his dick, which was now visibly aroused. He wanted
to dominate her, to take her in a bearhug and squeeze her tightly till she
screamed for him to stop. He offered his hands in a test of strength, not
thinking that she would be foolish enough to accept. He was surprised when
she gripped his fingers and engaged in a struggle for dominance. He
immediately pictured her down on her knees before him begging for mercy,
where he would allow her to take him in her mouth and pay tribute to his
manhood.

Of course he should have been paying more attention to the here and now,
rather than daydreaming, because Miss Larson overpowered him in seconds and
had him kneeling before her. She pulled his arms wide apart, stepped over
his shoulders one at a time,and then trapped his head in a standing
scissors. As Miss Larson squeezed his head between her thighs, we heard an
other worldly piercing scream from Spud. We could see the inflated thighs
crushing Spud's petrified head. After half a minute she deliberately fell
sideways towards the mat, keeping Spud's head between her legs. She
manouevered her body so as to perform a reverse headscissors on him.

Everybody in the gym was now treated to the sight of Miss Larson's
magnificent ass rhythmically undulating as she hurt Spud like he'd never
been hurt before. There was an almost unthinking communal reaching for
their erect penises by the sexually excited audience. Even those boys
waiting to fight her were aroused by her complete domination of Spud, and
almost certainly revising their plans for the rest of the night.

Spud was still crying out in both anguish and ecstasy as Miss Larson
invited Paddy Boyce, a second row forward to join them in the ring, as Spud
would be finished in the next few seconds, and sure enough as she reached
down and gave his balls a small squeeze in time with her headscissoring,
the gym was treated to the sight of Spud coming in his pants.

Paddy Boyce had made his way through the ropes and was standing waiting for
Miss Larson to stand up.

"Take her now!", shouted Andy, another of the ringleaders, but Paddy
sportingly waited for Miss Larson.

"Idiot!", shouted Greg.

"If I can't beat her without cheating...", said Paddy looking unhappily at
Greg.

Miss Larson, looked up at Paddy, he was about 8 inches taller than her five
foot nine. She unzipped her top a little, just enough to give Paddy a peek
at her heaving bosom. She then pulled him in for a bearhug. He just stood
there transfixed, and all too clearly enjoying the enforced intimacy. She
began to hurt him and she asked if he gave in, but the pleasure he was
deriving at that point outweighed the pain. She squeezed tighter and he
could feel his arms, enveloped by hers, lose their strength. But still
being pressed this close to her heaving bosom he would not give in, but he
could feel himself on the verge of coming. Miss Larson could sense his
quandary and released him from her hug, before throwing him over her hip
and sitting on his back, and pulling his hands behind his back. Paddy
screamed his submission as he too came in the ring.

Spud was only now getting up from the floor but Miss Larson put her foot on
the back of his head and pushed it down on to the canvas,  "Down boy!", she
ordered, and he immediately obeyed. Now standing in the centre of the ring,
she looked at the fearful looks on some of the boys waiting to literally
come in the ring, she couldn't help but notice how each was sporting
noticeable erections.

She called up Steve Kerr and Paul Cairns, "maybe two against one will make
it more of a match", she smiled. It didn't. Both froze in the ring and Miss
Larson could do whatever she wanted to them, one minute they were both in
headlocks, and not entirely disliking being squeezed against her breasts,
the next she had one in a painful bodyscissor while the other seemed to
wait his turn. Of course once she reverse headscissored them and reached
for their balls they both screamed their surrender while ecstatically
coming.

The ring was getting crowded with the four defeated players lying sprawled
around the ring, while Miss Larson strolled around still looking as fresh
as a daisy. She looked at those waiting to fight her. Any hint of swagger
or arrogance had left them. Here clearly was a woman who appeared to have
complete power both physically and sexually over them.

The question they all faced was, did they desire her more than they feared
her. Once she removed her training top they had a definitive answer, they
did. Even those who might have expressed scorn for women with muscles could
not deny that she was stunning, a perfect combination of beauty and
strength. She struck a pose that showed her developed biceps, but then
acknowledging her other primary attributes she performed a mesmerising pec
bounce.

"Anybody still wanting to question my authority?", she asked while still
bouncing her pecs. Most of the boys just watched her bosom jiggle.

"Come on, if we stick together we can defeat her", said Greg. He looked at
Andy and Wayne, the other ringleaders present, they nodded, but they were
alone. The rest of the group stood still not moving.

"Okay, I guess this brings us to the main event", said Miss Larson,
"between a strong confident woman, myself, and three cowardly boys, who
have all played their last match for the rugby team, unless they win, in
which case I resign as
Coach".

Greg's smirk was halted by the shouts of support she received from the
small crowd. She bounced her pecs twice to acknowledge their support. They
cheered her, but now she had her match face on. She ordered the four
defeated boys out of the ring and once more she stood in the centre of the
ring awaiting her opponents.

The three teenage boys entered the ring. Miss Larson believed that they
were bullies and cowards, but she also knew that three of them together
would pose problems, as they were big enough to carry a genuine threat of
violence

"No rules", said Greg.

"Are you sure?", asked Wayne.

"I'm okay with that, but you have to accept the consequences", Miss Larson
said looking directly at Greg.

"No rules", Greg re-iterated.

Now that they were up close the boys had a truer view of their opponent,
who looked impressive from a distance, but this near looked truly
intimidating, they each knew that they would have to co-ordinate their
effort if they were to beat her, but that was the last thing they did as
one.

Greg started trash talking and describing in quite angry detail what he
planned to do to her once she was defeated. Miss Larson decided to even the
numbers up a little and caught Wayne with a wild haymaker. To be fair to
Wayne he took it well, absorbing the initial shock, but when he tried to
move his legs gave way and he fell like timber. While Greg and Andy were
watching Wayne fall, Miss Larson had gone low on Andy and managed to pick
him up in a fireman's lift, from where she lifted him higher by grabbing
his shoulder with one hand and his groin with her other and then lifting
him high over her head before slamming him down oh her knee. He rolled in
agony on to the canvas.

"And then there was one", Miss Larson addressed Greg, "remind me what you
are going to do to me".

Greg looked around for support but there was none. He tried to charge her,
but she simply threw him over her hip. Rather than hurrying in to ensure a
victory, she allowed him to get up and repeated her throw a further three
times, each time he got up a little slower. Miss Larson filled her time
between falls by inflicting pain on Wayne and Andy, neither of whom had
their wits about them after her initial attack. Depending on their
circumstances she would body slam, headlock, or simply bitch slap them
silly if they stood up.

At one point she held Wayne and Andy in headlocks and walked them over to
where Greg was starting to get to his feet, she then trapped him between
her thighs and began to squeeze. All three of them screamed and cried their
submission, but Miss Larson asked the gathering who she should squeeze.
There was a general clamour for Greg to be hurt, so he felt the worst of
the following crushing, though Wayne and Andy both had people call their
names and Miss Larson cheerfully obliged.

Finally Greg was released from between her thighs, and he fell, seemingly
broken, to the canvas. Wayne and Andy were then allowed to stand erect, in
every sense of the word. Miss Larson then took Wayne in a Half Nelson, at
this point he had little fight left in him. Controlling him now with only
one hand, she whispered in his ear, and allowed her free hand to go in his
shorts and cup him. All of this pushed him over the edge and soon Wayne was
ejaculating all over Greg who was still lying on the canvas.

Miss Larson then took hold of Andy and turned him upside down, and facing
away from her, she took him in hand once more, it only took a gentle
caressing of his balls and he too was spurting all over Greg. To add injury
to insult she then slammed Andy's body down on Greg. She turned to see
Wayne trying to crawl out of the ring.She grabbed him by the feet and
dragged him back to the centre of the ring, before lifting him in an
airplane spin and throwing him down hard on top of Andy and Greg. The three
young men lay motionless, at Miss Larson's feet.

One by one she picked them up removed their shorts and draped them over the
top rope of the ring. The assembled spectators cheered wildly as Miss
Larson went up and down the line spanking each one in turn. Seeing Greg
crying and begging for mercy delighted many who had been bullied by him
through the years.

After a few more moments, Miss Larson stopped and said aloud, "Here are
three of the ringleaders, but I'm missing the fourth. Spud, go and unlock
the door and see if Mr Thompson is outside".

Spud obediently ran and unlocked the door, and sure enough there stood Mr
Thompson. He looked visibly shocked when he saw the three young men naked
and draped over the top rope, and Miss Larson stood centre ring smiling and
staring at him.

"Shall we dance?", she asked.

Mr Thompson marched purposefully towards the ring.

"What have you done here? You're finished, you'll be sacked for this,
you'll never work again", Mr Thompson yelled. His words had an air of
desperation about them, as he looked at all the faces staring at him.

"You send boys to do your dirty work, and then make out
I'm the problem. Why don't you bring everything you've got to the ring.
Winner decides the losers fate?", said Miss Larson with an assured
confidence.

Mr Thompson climbed in to the ring. He was about 4 inches taller and
carried an additional 4 stone more than Miss
Larson, but as he squared up to her, he looked to be the slightly more
vulnerable of the two.

"How do you want to proceed?", asked MIss Larson.

"No rules", said Mr Thompson, smiling at something over her shoulder, as
she turned to look, he sucker punched her and then launched a barrage of
punches to her head and body.

For the first time that evening Miss Larson looked vulnerable, fragile
even, as she took each punch. Mr Thompson was starting to enjoy himself, he
was punching with an unerring accuracy and the last punch sent Miss Larson
spinning to the canvas. He didn't hesitate to leap on top of her and pinned
her shoulders with his knees and trapping her arms to her sides. He slapped
her across the face, and watched a small trickle of blood come from her
mouth, he was a little surprised by how much he was enjoying himself, not
just physically, but also sexually, there was something about the public
display of beating his opponent that made him powerfully aroused. He looked
at Miss Larson trapped between his legs and was momentarily unsure whether
to hit her again or kiss here. Violence won out and he slapped her once
more.

"The problem with you Miss Larson is...", he stopped because she shushed
him.

"You do like your own voice don't you?", she said.

He slapped her once more.

"You can tell a lot about a person's character, or lack of it, by the way
they fight".

He slapped her again.

"You sucker punched me and then took full advantage to immobilise me and
start hitting me some more, You're a bully and a coward and you should not
be in charge of any sporting eneavours".

"And you're just a big sporty girl who should know better than to mess with
the big boys". He slapped her again. It was abundantly clear that Mr
Thompson was starting to get off on hitting her. Whatever frustrations had
been building up in the last few weeks were now coming to the surface.

He stood up, grabbed Miss Larson by the hair and began to drag her around
the ring, parading her in front of the students stood ringside. He decided
to berate them for not standing with Greg, Andy and Wayne, but instead
siding with Miss Larson, and now look at her. He chose this moment to slap
her with the back of his hand for effect. "There will be consequences", he
threatened looking at those spectating.

"That's your last free hit", Miss Larson said.

"Really and how are you going to stop me?", he asked drawing his hand back
to deliver the next blow.

"Like this", Miss Larson said, sliding her hand up his thigh and taking a
firm grip on his balls. He froze. She smiled.

In a split second he decided if he hit her hard enough she would release
her grip. She didn't, his punch swung and missed ans he felt a sudden
agonising shooting pain ricochet through his body.

Miss Larson was now able to manouevre him wherever she saw fit.

"Release me", he yelled.

"Don't you remember, you said no rules. However, I don't
want any excuses later so...", she gave a last stinging squeeze, released
her grip and got to her feet.

Mr Thompson remained hunched, trying to mentally count his damaged
testicles. It felt like she'd squeezed them into one entity.

Miss Larson could see the anger rising in him, "whenever you're ready big
boy", she shook her body loose and bounced on her feet.

Mr Thompson stalled for a minute to get his bearings straight. He then
pounced at her intending to tackle her to the ground, but Miss Larson
simply handed him off, so he was left clutching air as he fell face first
on to the canvas. Miss Larson didn't hesitate as she grabbed his arms and
pulled them back,  simultaneously pressing her foot down between his
shoulder blades. Mr Thompson yelled in pain, which seemed to incentivise
Miss Larson to pull even harder on his arms. Mr Thompson looked both pained
and mortified to find himself immobilised and vulnerable. From where he lay
he could see the bemused faces of most of the spectators enjoying the sight
of him humbled, only a few moments after he had been preening before them. .

He tried not to scream as she continued to hurt him, but he knew from
experience that he was in a position that was dependent on his opponent
showing mercy or messing up. He knew if the roles were reversed there would
be no mercy, so was surprised when he felt his arms released. They dropped
to the canvas beside him. His arms hurt as he pushed himself up, again he
was surprised that she hadn't taken the opportunity to exploit his
temporary weakness.
Once he was stood up , Miss Larson looked at the naked young men draped
over the top rope, "Ready to join them?", she smiled.

He looked over at the three bodies, motionless except for the occasional
twitch. He knew that it was no mean achievement to have so completely
emasculated his three favoured players, and despite his earlier bravado,
the last couple of minutes had been a blow to his confidence. And now she
was taunting him.

He decided to go toe to toe, bare knuckle fighting her, as it had served
him well earlier, but without the element of surprise he found himself
punching air as Miss Larson bobbed and weaved, throwing the occasional
counter jab which landed precisely, and clearly hurt him.

He hadn't anticipated receiving a boxing lesson from his opponent. His
arms, still hurting from the earlier punishment, felt sluggish and heavy,
and his punches were slowing down and telegraphed.

In sharp contrast Miss Larson was speeding up with quick combinations thar
left him hurt, exposed and vulnerable. Having tenderised his body she now
started an all out assault on his head. To his credit he managed to stay
upright, but that was all he was doing. Miss Larson was now using his head
like a speedbag, her controlled punches met no defence, his arms now hung
by his side, and his feet offered no movement. The look on his face was a
mixture of hurting and terror.

He knew he was beaten, but it was a question of both how his pride would
not allow him to capitulate, and how much she wanted to avenge him for all
that he'd done.

A low round kick landing just above his knees finally felled Mr Thompson.
Who now lay spread-eagled on the canvas. Miss Larson in one swift movement
stripped him of his shorts, and he lay naked at her feet.

"I think someone might be a little deluded in describing himself as a big
boy", Miss Larson chuckled while looking at his crushed manhood. He looked
pleadingly back at her, hoping his punishment beating was over. It was not.

As he had to her, she now grabbed him by the hair and pulled him around the
ring on all fours, displaying his broken body and spirit to the cheering
spectators.

Miss Larson then called Spud Murphy to come into the ring and position
himself on all fours that she might sit down upon him. Spud speedily
obeyed, and Miss Larson pulled Mr Thompson over her lap. She then began to
spank him with a speed and accuracy that soon had Mr Thompson screaming in
agony and soon after that begging for mercy, but Miss Larson seemed to be
enjoying herself too much to restrain her enthusiasm. Mr Thompson's rear
was now a throbbing red hue, and Miss Larson seemed to be repaying him in
full for every sly, underhand and sexist act he had initiated in the last
month.

Mr Thompson was now sobbing so strongly his whole body heaved and shook.
She let him slide off her lap and fall on to the canvas where his body lay
lifeless.

She stood over him and waited for him to open his eyes, before she adopted
her victory pose, placing her foot on his chest, and flexing her biceps.

The spectators cheered her loudly, and began to invade the ring. One by one
the adoring rugby players offered a congratulatory hug to their Amazonian
PE Mistress, who in a spirit of sporting generosity hugged them back until
she could feel them weaken and gratefully come.

Finally, having pleasured her supporters with both her athleticism and her
sexuality, she made her way to the exit, leaving behind her a gymnasium
full of smitten rugby players filled with lust and admiration, and now
unquestioningly loyal.


The newbie looked at me sceptically, "You're telling me she either beat up,
or made come all of the first team ? That can't
be true".

"Well it's what I was told, and if it's not true, well you would seriously
have to worry about anybody who would make up such a story".

"Indeed you would".