Hello all,

I am a bit late to the party with another sports-themed prompt, but let’s see what the lovely people of DPP make of it! In a nutshell, I’m looking for a roleplay with a female athlete (or possibly a pair/very small team of athletes depending on the sport) training under a coach who’s very happy to employ unorthodox methods for both training and motivation, involving nudity, pain, and humiliation.

I will say this here to avoid wasting time of those of you for whom this is a deal breaker - there will be absolutely no sex between the coach (regardless of their gender) and the athlete; we can discuss “forced bi” sex between female athletes if there is more than one. Speaking of wasting time - please please do not bother with one liners, “hey”, “wanna rp”, “you wanna be fucked don’t you” and the like. I will mock and then block you.

Generally the things I’m looking for are: CMNF/CFNF, ENF, spanking, nude exercises/stress positions/exposing positions, figging, public nudity (within half-plausible scenes), objectification (in this scene likely in the sense of being used for a sports prop for another athlete), forced masturbation, medical, inspections, clamps, enemas, humiliation in front of specific people (eg family, exes, rivals, possibly lucky fans etc). Please feel free to make other suggestions.

Below are the sports of which I have sufficient understanding to play a decent scene (I’m much better in some of these than in others in reality!). The sample prompt below will be for fencing and a single athlete, but it is just to give you an idea of my style and preferences, nothing in there is written in stone.

Football (the European version), futsal, tennis, table tennis (yes, I am Asian, so?), (flat water) rowing, fencing, archery.

Thanks and looking forward to hearing from you!

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“Come on, Viv, focus, it’s not rocket science”, I tell myself, raging at my own clumsiness. It’s a simple enough sequence: beat-attack, lunge, once the coach parries, parry the riposte, feint to the wrist, remise to the knee. Simple, right? Only I once again miss the fact the coach changes the distance of the step back and although my epee’s tip grazes the leg padding I know in a real match it would have been an easy touch for the opponent. With a sigh I take my mask off.

One-on-one coaching sessions in fencing always look quite interesting. The athlete/student is training to deliver hits, not to receive them. For this reason the coach is always padded up way beyond the normal jacket and britches a fencer would wear while the trainee only really needs a mask (in case of any stray movements, eyes are too vulnerable), a glove and shoes. Unfortunately my coach is making full use of that.

I start the session looking fully normal. The first mistake in a training sequence loses me my t-shirt. The second my shorts. The third my bra. The fourth… You guessed it, my panties. This is where are I am now. My (rather modest) boobs are already exposed and my last (and frankly not very helpful) garment is about to be peeled off too.

I’m very used to being nude in front of the coach, obviously. It’s still embarrassing, but far less than it used to be. The problem is that full nudity is only the gate to the range of motivators that come next. On a table in the corner of the room (on which my clothes are also in the corner) the tools are laid out: a thick strap, a ginger root, an assortment of clamps, a dildo, a heavier and truly wicked paddle. Given how early I have to strip fully in this session, I have a lot of these to look forward to before it’s over.

And the bad news does not end there. As I pull my panties down and off (at least my butt had time to rest and heal from the most recent paddling) I hear the door open. “Hey sis”, the very familiar voice calls out.