New Teammate Ritual

 Kimberly walked into the locker room all excited. It was her first tennis match since she’d started college, and this 19 year old freshman was ready for her first game. 

As she stood on one end of the large room by her locker changing, she could feel the energy as the other 9 girls entered and began to change. Once she was in her black skirt and green tank top, she turned her attention to the assistant coach and designated team captain Stephanie who stood in the front of the locker room. 

“Okay team! It’s our first match of the season. Are you guys ready to kick some butt?!”

“YEAH!” the team cheered back. 

“Good! Now let’s go get ‘em!”

The team applauded and began to head for the exit. Kimberly began to follow - until Miranda, a tall, 22 year old senior approached and stopped her. 

“Hang tight there, freshman,” Miranda said. After a moment, everyone was out of the locker room except Kim and Miranda. 

“Huh?”

“It’s your first game, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’m a freshman.”

“Right. Well, we have a little bit of a ritual here for new players…”

“What do you mean? Ritual? This isn’t a sorority or anything, Miranda.”

“Ha, I know it’s not, smart mouth. But we DO have a way of sort of, well, inducting new players to the team and giving them the good luck motivator they need.”

“I’m so confused, what are you talking about?”

“I’ve been with this team for 3 years, and for 3 years we’ve never lost a game and have won state champs. Three years running! And part of that is because of my secret trick.”

“What’s your secret trick?” Kim was nervous. 

“I’ll show you.” Miranda took Kim by the hand to one of the benches on the side of the room by the lockers. Miranda sat down and pulled Kim over her lap so that her legs were on the ground, her top on the bench, and her ass square in Miranda’s lap. 

“Hey, what the fuck are you doing?!” Kimberly yelled, confused. 

“Just giving you your pre-first game motivator.” Miranda began spanking Kim on her skirt-covered butt, doing slow, firm smacks across both cheeks. 

“Ow! Hey what the hell?!”

“Before each new teammate’s first game, I give them a warm up. On their ass.”

“Ow! Why?!”

“As a way to motivate them to play well. To light a fire under them, so to speak.”

“Ouch! Well I’ve already been motivated! Ow! There’s no need for this! Owie!”

“Shush freshman. I’ve been doing this a long time. Every girl you’re playing besides has taken their trip over my knee. It’s your turn.”

“Ouch! I don’t need a spanking to play good! Ow! I’m already a good player!”

“I know you think that. But this is both tradition and motivator.”

“But the game’s starting soon! Ow!”

“The game starts in 20 minutes. Plenty of time for me to appropriately warm your behind. And speaking of…” Miranda stopped spanking Kim giving her a bit of relief - only for her to start lifting her skirt up. Kim’s hand flew back, pushing her skirt back down. 

“Whoa whoa! What’re you doing?!” Miranda took Kim by the wrist and began pushing it back up front. 

“Move your hand, freshman. This is part of the deal.”

“But but…”

“No buts. Except yours getting warmed. Stop fussing and move your hand.” Kim moaned and put her hand up front as Miranda raised her skirt to reveal purple striped panties. Miranda then resumed spanking Kim on her underwear, again doing firm swats across both cheeks, but picking up the pace. 

“Ouch! This hurts more!” Kim cried. 

“That’s the point. It’s to remind you to play well… or else.”

“Or else what?! Ouch!”

“You don’t wanna know. And no one has known, yet. So you don’t wanna be the first.” 

Miranda kept spanking over the next few minutes, doing firmer and faster swats on Kim’s panties. Kim moaned and whined the whole time, wanting to play but also wanting the spanking to be over with. She looked up at the clock on the wall - 3:48pm.

“Ouch! The game starts in 12 minutes!”

“I see. Well then, guess we gotta keep things moving right along. Thanks for the heads up.” Kim felt Miranda stop spanking her and felt a bit of relief - only for it to go away when she felt Miranda’s thumbs slide under the waistband of her panties. Miranda began to pull them down and Kim again threw her hand back to block, but Miranda used her left hand to hold Kim’s arm back while keeping her right hand on the panties. 

“Whoa whoa, this is over the line now! You’re not pulling my underwear down!”

“Oh yes I am. It’s part of the ritual.”

“I don’t give a fuck about a ritual! It’s a ritual to assault someone?!”

“No, it’s a ritual to give a pre game spanking to all new players. And if you don’t partake in the ritual, then you don’t get to play.”

“What the fuck? Are you serious?”

“Yep. So either you take your spanking, or you’re off the team. So what’s it gonna be, freshman?” Kim thought for a moment, thinking about how she spent her teen years playing tennis and how it led to her in college on her first real tennis team, and how she didn’t want it to go to waste. 

“…fine,” she admitted defeat, moving her arm back up front. 

“So I thought,” Miranda said, pushing Kimberly’s panties down to halfway down her thighs. She abruptly stopped and pulled them back up towards Kim’s butt. “Hold on…”

Miranda noticed the tag sticking out of Kimberly’s panties. And on it, in black sharpie, read “KIM”. She started laughing. 

“Hold up… you have your name written on your underwear?! Why!?!” Kimberly hid her face.

“I…”

“That’s so adorably pathetic! A grown woman! Well let’s get these back down…” Miranda pushed the panties all the way down to Kimberly’s ankles, still laughing. Her face was as red as could be, embarrassed that she was in this position. Miranda rubbed Kim’s stingy pink cheeks a bit before spanking again.

“Ouch!!” Kim cried, now feeling Miranda’s firm palm on her bare skin. Miranda resumed her firm, now quicker smacks across Kim’s bubbly pink butt cheeks. As she spanked harder in already sore territory, Kim began kicking her legs a bit, causing her skirt to drop down. Miranda lifted her skirt back up. 

“Keep still, I don’t want any part of your butt blocked,” Miranda warned between spanks. 

“Ouch! Ow! Please stop, I promise I’ll play my best!”

“Oh I know you will. This is just to help make sure of that.”

Miranda spent the next few minutes doling out harder spanks, turning Kim’s cheeks from pink to a light red. Kim’s moans turned into full on cries and yelps of pain as Miranda doled out the ritual. Finally at 3:57pm, the door opened and a fellow teammate entered. Kim went wide eyed and threw her arm back to cover her butt - Miranda took her arm and pinned it to the small of her back, out of the way. 

“First game ritual?” the teammate asked, approaching the two up close.  

“Mhm,” Miranda answered, still spanking. Kim kept her head down in embarrassment. 

“Well, it’s nearly game time. Better wrap it up. You gave her some nice color by the way, that’s sure to help.” The teammate ran off and Miranda stopped spanking. 

“Alright. I’ll give you 10 more hard ones and that’ll be that.”

“Ugh okay.”

Miranda delivered the final 10 across both cheeks back and forth, hard and fast. 

“OW OW OW OW!!! OUCH!”

After the final smack, she stopped. 

“Okay. That was your pre game ritual. You should be in good shape for the game. Get off my lap.” Kim did as she was told, quickly pulling her panties up tenderly around her sore rear. Miranda stood up and took her tennis racket from off the floor. 

“Good luck out there,” she giggled, exiting the room. Kim took her racket with one hand, rubbed her sore butt through her skirt with the other, and left the locker room sniffling, hoping to at least have a good game after that rough ritual. 

 An hour later, the players all trudged into the locker room again, defeated and humiliated. 

“I can’t believe we lost!” cried one player as she started changing. 

“First time in years…” moaned another player as she changed. 

Kimberly walked into the locker room quietly, trying to go unnoticed. Her face was as red as her bottom was, knowing that she blew it but praying her teammates wouldn’t call her out on it. 

“It was all that new girl’s fault,” one said. Kim blushed as she hurried to her locker to change and get out. 

“Yeah, she missed every serve! She really fucked it up for us!” accused another. 

“Did someone give her her pre-game ritual?” someone asked. Kim went wide-eyed.  

“I did,” Miranda said, entering. “I don’t know what went wrong. This ritual has always worked for new players.”

“Yeah well, it didn’t work for her,” someone muttered. 

“Maybe you didn’t do it hard enough,” a teammate said. 

“I sure did,” Miranda defended herself.  “Kimberly, bend over the bench and stick your ass out.” Kim turned from her locker and looked in horror and disbelief. She shook her head no. Miranda frowned. “Want to be off the team?”

“I..”

“Bend over the bench and stick your ass out, NOW,” Miranda commanded. Kim swallowed her pride and stepped away from her locker and bent over the bench, sticking her butt out towards the rest of the the team. Miranda walked over and threw up her skirt and shoved down her panties, presenting her pink cheeks to the team, who crowded around and observed. Kim couldn’t believe what was happening. 

“See? I spanked her.”

“Hardly hard enough, she’s not even red! When I got my pre game ritual spanking I was red the rest of the night!” one played whined. 

“Not to worry,” Miranda began, giving Kim’s left ass cheek a slap. “I’ll be correcting my mistake right away. She’ll be red before we leave today.” Kim jumped up, grabbing her panties and pulling them back up.  

“What?!”

“And anyone here is welcome to stick around to make sure if they want.”

The rest of the girls started mentioning things they had to do and classes they had to attend as they changed. Kim stood nervously up at her locker, Miranda next to her intimidatingly. Most of the rest of the girls finished changing and left, upset and annoyed. Two senior girls, however, stayed behind with the senior and freshman. Kim gulped. 

“Listen, Miranda, I-“

“No, you listen. You totally blew it and cost us the match. Our first match of the year, our first loss in literal years, because of you! And now everyone thinks it’s MY fault that YOU played like garbage because I didn’t give you your ritual appropriately. Well now, I’m sure as hell going to punish you appropriately.”

“You absolutely should,” one of the other seniors agreed. 

“Please, I-“

“I don’t want to hear it, rookie. Let’s go.” Miranda walked over to the bench and sat again. Kimberly walked over nervously and stood beside her. 

“Please, those 20 minutes you gave me were MORE than enough before to motivate me. I just had a rusty first start.”

“20 minutes?! Ha! I don’t have anywhere to be for a few *hours*. Trust me, what you’re about to get will be way more than that. Now let’s get you over my lap.” Kim whined as she went down over Miranda’s lap yet again. 

“Wait,” one of the seniors asked. “You’re punishing her like that?”

“Yeah, how else?” Miranda asked. 

“When I got my first ritual spanking back in my freshman year I had my ass bared from the start. I didn’t get spanked on my skirt.”

“Hmm; maybe. But starting on bare certainly seems to be appropriate for this type of punishment at least.”

“Yeah,” the other senior chimed in. “And you should probably do it while she’s standing. Part of the punishment and the ritual involves embarrassment. When I got MY pre game ritual spanking, my captain undressed me herself and saw it all. If I were you I’d have our little rookie here stand up so you can take down her panties for her.” The other senior nodded and so did Miranda. 

“Good thinking. Kim, stand up and put your hands on top of your head. Now.” A scared Kim hurried up and did as she was told. Miranda pulled down on Kim’s skirt, dropping it down to her feet. “Take off your shoes and step out of your skirt.” Kim moaned as she kicked her shoes off and stepped out of the skirt, never taking her hands off her head.

Miranda then took the sides of Kim’s panties and began pulling them down. “Panties down,” Miranda said as she took them down. Kim closed her eyes as the most embarrassing moment of her life happened on display. The two seniors giggled as her butt and groin became exposed. Miranda dropped Kim’s panties at the knees, letting them fall to her ankles. “Step out of those.” Kim did as she was told, kicking her panties along with her skirt under the bench. “Alright, back over my lap.” 

Kim took her place back over Miranda’s lap, right back where she was an hour ago. 

Miranda began doing much harder and faster swats across Kim’s already stinging cheeks. 

“Ow! Ouch!” she cried as the spanking began. 

“This is what you get,” Miranda said mercilessly. 

The two seniors watched approvingly, offering commentary. 

“Good smacks.” “That’s some good color you’re giving her.” “Maybe go a little faster?” “Look how red she’s getting back there!”

Miranda spent the next few minutes angrily punishing Kim, who moaned and whined the whole time. After a few minutes, the door opened and Stephanie the assistant team captain walked in, approaching the weird sight. Miranda just kept on spanking Kimberly. 

“Whoa! What’s going on here?” she asked. Kim looked up at Stephanie and felt a bit of hope. Hope that this embarrassing and painful ordeal would end and that the assistant coach would rescue her. She had to. She was the assistant coach, after all. 

“I’m punishing this rookie that fucked up our match for us.”

“I see…”

“Yeah,” one of the senior girls added, “she got the pregame ritual and it didn’t help, so Miranda’s punishing her extra hard.”

“I see. And what are you two doing here?”

“Well, we’re watching.”

“Not anymore. You two get out of here. I’ll deal with this.”

“Okay cap.” The two seniors got one last look at Kimberly and left, shutting the door behind them. 

“Okay now. What’s going on here?” Stephanie asked Miranda. Miranda gave a hard slap to Kimberly’s right ass cheek which was met with an “ow!” and stopped for a moment. 

“I gave the rookie her pre game ritual spanking and she totally blew it. And now people are looking at me like *I* did something. So I’m punishing her for fucking up our game AND making sure her ritual spanking is as tough and painful as it should be.”

“Hmm.” Stephanie got closer and inspected Kim’s light red cheeks. “Definitely not as red as some other butts you’ve warmed before their first game.”

“I gave her 20 minutes!” Stephanie lifted up Kim’s right butt cheek and inspected - white skin. 

“You did, but look at this! Her sit spots weren’t even touched!” Kim’s eyes went wide at this. “How could you give her her ritual and send her out to play her game with unmarked sit spots?”

“I guess I missed it there. But I can touch them up.”

“No need. Kimberly, stand up please.” Kim got off Miranda’s lap and put her hands down in front of her groin, afraid of what was to come next. “Miranda, get up.” Miranda did as she was told. “Okay, Kimberly. Lay down on your back on the bench and lift your legs up.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m assistant coach and I said so.”

“Please, I don’t want to be spanked anymore.”

“Do you want to be off the team?”

“No…”

“Then do what you’re told, Kimberly.”

“Yeah, rookie!” Miranda chimed in. Stephanie shot her a look. 

“You shush. I’m not done with you.” Miranda went wide eyed and put her head down. “I’m waiting, Kim.”

Kim sat down on the bench gingerly because of her sore behind, and laid down on her back. She kept her hands covering her groin before slowly lifting her legs up. 

“Miranda, hold her legs up high and back. Kimberly, put your hands back and rest your head on them. We don’t want them getting in the way.” Kim let out a whine as she slowly moved her hands up to her head and put them under. Miranda stood to the side and lifted Kim’s legs up, holding them tight. Stephanie rubbed Kim’s fully exposed sit spots. 

“See Miranda, now this is the area you want to get. This is the spot she sits on. Hence, sit spot. You did good work on her cheeks, but this whole lower part of her ass cheeks can’t be missed.” 

“Got it coach. I’ll remember for next time.”

“I’m sure. In the meantime, Kimberly, I’m going to spank you now. This is going to hurt so you need to stay in position. Don’t come out of it. Understand?”

“Yes…” muttered Kim.

“What was that? Yes who?”

“..yes, coach.”

“That’s a good girl.” Stephanie walked over to her locker and opened it. A few moments later she walked back with a wooden hairbrush. Kim looked terrified. Miranda smiled. “This is what I’m going to use to properly punish you the way Miranda should have.” Miranda’s smile faded. 

Stephanie knelt down next to Kim’s ass and smacked her right sit spot with the brush. Kim let out a howl of pain and went to kick, but Miranda held her legs tight. 

“Hold her steady. If her legs come down, YOU’RE going into this position next,” the coach warned. 

“Yes, coach,” Miranda said sheepishly. 

“Good.” Stephanie began spanking Kim with the brush, going back and forth across her sit spots with harsh smacks. She kept a good pace going for a bit as Miranda held on tight to Kim’s legs. Kim let out yelps and screams of pain, moving her head side to side and desperately trying to drop her legs. 

After a few minutes of continuous smacks, Kim was all red on her sit spots and lower cheeks. She was sweating and teary eyed, letting out screams from the pain. The locker room was filled with constant swats and corresponding “OW!”s. It took 5 full minutes of this before Stephanie stopped. She rubbed Kim’s butt a bit. 

“See Miranda? THAT’S what her ass should’ve looked like before she went out on the court. Not pink. Red. You know your colors, don’t you?”

“Yes, coach.”

“Good. Now this WOULD have been good for a pre game ritual spanking, but seeing as Kimberly is being punished, we’re not quite through. Still ONE more thing we need to use.” Stephanie headed for the door leading back into the main building. “You can get up while you wait for me,” she said before leaving. Miranda let go of Kim’s legs and Kim lowered them before managing to slide herself off the bench without sitting on it. Kim stood up and rubbed her ass which was now red and sore. Miranda inspected it, light red around the middle/top and more red below down to the sit spot. 

“I’ll have to remember this color for next time,” she commented. 

“Next time?!” 

“Next time you blow a game. Or if Steph wants me to give you another ritual before next game.” 

“Nooo…” Kim whined, rubbing her sore ass. 

“Tough. Sometimes you need to take one for the team,” Miranda said, sternly smacking Kim’s ass. “Let’s see if she comes back with what I think she’s getting.”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll see.”

A few moments of anticipation later, Stephanie walked back in. In her right hand was a wooden cane, about 3 feet long. Kim went wide eyed. Miranda smirked. Stephanie gave it a quick swish up and down to demonstrate. 

“This used to belong to the school for dealing with college girls in detention. Back in the days of corporal punishment. It sat in an office until someone from our team found it a few years ago and we’ve used it ‘appropriately’ ever since. And tonight we’ll use it on you.” Kim, big eyed, shook her head no frantically. “If you want to stay on the team, you don’t have a say. So right now you can either walk out that door and never come back, or you can turn around, bend over, put your hands on the bench and stick your ass out. You have one minute to decide.” Miranda and Stephanie stood there, arms folded, watching as Kim, arms down covering her crotch, debated in her head. Finally, deciding she’d come this far, she slowly turned and bent over the bench, sticking her ass out as instructed. “Good choice. We need players.”

“Oooh, that’s gonna huuuurt,” Miranda teased. Stephanie rolled her eyes. “You want me to hold her for the caning?”

“No not at all. In fact, you’re going to bend over the bench right alongside her and stick YOUR ass out.”

“What?! Why?!”

“You didn’t properly give her the ritual, AND you took it upon YOURSELF to punish Kimberly without discussing it with me. Rituals are your area to dispense. But punishments? I don’t think so.”

“But I was just trying to-“

“I don’t want to hear it. You didn’t punish her right and then you punished her harshly for YOUR mistake. So now I will take care of punishing her, AND punishing you.”

“But I-“

“Nuh-uh. Walk out, or bend over.” 

Miranda stomped her foot and let out a defiant whine before turning around and bending over the bench, hands on the bench and ass next to Kimberly’s. 

“Move further apart from her. About a foot.” Miranda slid down a foot away from Kim, huffing loudly out of annoyance. Stephanie walked up and lifted her skirt, exposing her ass in a black thong. She took the thong and brought it down to Miranda’s ankles, and stepped between the two of their exposed butts. 

“Good. Now Kimberly, for your poor performance, you’re going to get 10 strokes. And Miranda, for your poor ritual and going behind my back, you’re going to get 25.”

“25?!”

“Do I need to make it 50?”

“NO!”

“So 25 is good then. Kim, you’ll get your strokes first.” Stephanie turned and laid the cane against Kim’s red ass. “Mind you. This will hurt more than anything. So hang on tight.” She gave the cane a bit of a pat on Kim’s lower cheeks before pulling back and SMACK! Kim’s knees buckled and she let out a loud yelp.

“OW FUCK!”

“Back up. That’s one of 10.” Kim got back into position, whining. “Atta girl.” 

Tap tap SMACK! “OW!”

This repeated for 9 more strokes, each SMACK! harder than the last. After the 10th stroke, Kim was crying. Her ass was marked with lines from the cane. Stephanie rubbed her finger across a few of them, making Kim flinch. Miranda was deathly quiet. 

“Alright. Stand up.” Kim stood up, sobbing and going to rub her ass. “Nuh uh. Put your hands on top of your head and stand back. I’m going to let you watch Miranda’s punishment. That sounds fun, yeah?” Thinking of what Miranda put her through, Kim nodded as she sniffled. “Good. But you keep your hands on your head. Don’t take them off and definitely don’t touch your ass or YOU get 25 next. Understand?” Kim nodded. “Good. Stand back.” 

Kim took a few steps back and watched the scene unfolding in front of her. Stephanie turned towards Miranda’s white ass and tapped the cane against it. Miranda shuddered. 

“I’m the assistant coach. Not you. YOU don’t punish. *I* do. Do you understand?”

“Yes, coach…”

“Good. Hopefully these 25 help you remember. And if they don’t… well, the cane isn’t going anywhere.” She turned to Kim and winked. Kim wasn’t sure how to react, knowing that cane just marked her up. 

Tap tap CRACK! Miranda lifted her leg up in pain as a light pink line appeared across the middle of her cheeks. 

“YOWWWW!” She slowly put her leg back down and resumed position and Stephanie resumed the cane’s position across her cheeks. Tap tap SMACK! “AHHHH GODDAMMIT FUCK!”

For the next few minutes Stephanie mercilessly caned Miranda without a word, while Miranda’s ass was lined and marked up and she responded with howls and cries. Kim stood watching, in pain but amused that her spanker was now a spankee.  Finally, Stephanie stopped. 

“Alright Miranda. Last 5. They’ll be fast. Get ready.”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! 

On the final stroke, Miranda let out a huge sob. She was crying, her ass on fire. Stephanie lowered the cane and rubbed Miranda’s sore cheeks. 

“There we go. All done. Do we remember who’s in charge now?”

“You, coach…” sobbed Miranda. 

“Good girl. Now stand up, put your hands on your head, and face Kimberly.” Miranda slowly stood, resisting the urge to touch her burning butt, and placed her hands on her head and faced Kim. “Okay, let’s make it fair.” Stephanie pulled down on Miranda’s skirt, letting it fall to her ankles with her thong, leaving her just as exposed Kimberly. “Apologize to her for punishing her without permission.”

“I’m… sorry,” Miranda snarled. 

“Good, now the two of you each go into a corner and keep your hands on your heads. You’re to stay in here like this for 20 minutes. Don’t come out of the corner until I come back to get you. Now go.”

Kim and Miranda each waddled into a corner, each keeping their hands on their heads, each dying to touch their aching backsides. 

“Good. I think despite the loss we showed some real teamwork in here, huh girls?”

“Yes, coach…” Kimberly and Miranda each moaned. 

“Now Kimberly, before our next game in a few days you’ll be getting your pre first game ritual spanking AGAIN. Hopefully delivered PROPERLY.” Kim let out a whine. “Otherwise, you’ll both be facing the cane again.” Miranda let out a whine too. Stephanie let out a giggle and headed for the door. Before she did, she turned around one more time to look at her sobbing teammates, old and new, each bare bottomed in corners. As she opened the door, she said with a laugh,

“And Kimberly… welcome to the team.”