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Bad Cheerleader

Published: September 6th 2021, 2:00:06 pm

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Trina was used to parents not liking her methods by now, but, as she loved to tell her cheerleaders, the results were worth it. As she'd learned during her own time on the squad, you didn't win championships by coddling or playing nice.

So, it wasn't particularly unusual for her to have a mother call her, or send her an angry e-mail, and, to keep her boss happy, she'd respond and promise to lighten up, or go easy on their child, just to get them off her back, with no real intention of changing anything - why should she? The parents loved being able to say that their children were champions, and to have that accomplishment for them to put on their college applications, and this was what it took.

She was especially used to this behavior from Mrs. Winters, after Trina had seen fit to give her daughter, Kensey, a spot on the squad when she was a freshman. It was rare that she'd take that chance on a freshman, but Kensey was talented... And it might have been worth it, if she wasn't seemingly constantly telling her mother about everything that Trina did.

To be honest, all that really did was make Trina want to go harder on Kensey, which, in turn, led to more complaints from her mother. As good as the girl was, Trina hoped that, eventually, she'd get tired of the treatment and quit, or let her grades slip so that Trina could kick her off the squad for that, but that never happened, nor did any other reasonable justifications for getting rid of the girl. 

So Trina was less than thrilled when Mrs. Winters volunteered to be a chaperone for Kensey's final championship. Trina had no idea what the woman did for a living, but she'd always assumed she was someone big and powerful, and rich, which was why the principal would get on Trina if she didn't reply to the woman's complaints in some way... It was also, she'd assumed, why this hadn't happened before. Surely, whatever her job actually was, she was too important to take time out of her schedule to babysit a bunch of teens in a hotel for a weekend.

And yet, there her name had been on the sign-up sheet, and there she had been, bright and early, in the parking lot with her daughter, then on the bus, sitting there and staring, arms crossed, watching Trina's every move. Trina had no doubt that, if she'd let her, the woman would have been by Kensey's side every moment, which was why she'd told her, after getting up the courage to speak to her, "Just so you know, no parents are allowed at practice, or in the locker rooms... Championship rules."

"That's funny," Mrs. Winters sniffed, "I don't recall hearing anything about that before now."

"The rules are different at every venue," Trina shrugged. "I just got word about this one... But that means the routine will be more fresh to you, out there watching it in the stands. It gets old after seeing them run it so many times... You're lucky!"

Mrs. Winters didn't look convinced, though, fortunately, she didn't push the issue, leaving Trina to get her work done whipping her squad into shape. The day before they had to perform was not the time for her to have to get soft on them just because a nosy mother was watching their practice!

"Come on, girls!" she shouted, shaking her head. "You know this! I'd better see some improvement next time through, or you're all getting the paddle!"

She snapped the paddle against her leg, hard enough to make a dramatic sound, doing her best to hide the wince. It was a fairly new weapon in her arsenal, one that she'd found online and thought was funny, that might work nicely as an empty threat... Looking into the school rules, however, she realized there was nothing in there that stopped her from using it as more than that.

She could see the squad eyeing the heavy, wooden paddle, the words, 'Bad Cheerleader' engraved onto it in black. She'd only used it on a few of them so far, if they were really doing poorly at that day's practice, and holding the rest of the team up... After the improvements they had made afterwards, though - and the rest of the team as well, seeing she was serious about this - she was considering making it a more regular thing, perhaps picking one cheerleader every day who did the worst and paddling them in the locker room, in front of the rest of the squad.

"You're my varsity team!" Trina snapped. "Show me why I chose you!"

She wasn't completely satisfied, but she only had so much time for practice before she had to let another squad use the space. As her cheerleaders filed to the locker room, she grabbed Kensey by the arm, stopping her. "Your mother doesn't need to know about this," she said, tapping the paddle against her leg pointedly. "Or you're going to be feeling it every day for the rest of your time at this school. Got it, you little slut? You don't have to run off and tattle to her like a baby."

Kensey gulped, nodded... Trina thought the threat might have worked, until she heard a knock on her hotel room door that night, and found the girl's mother waiting for her outside.

Mrs. Winters had pushed her way inside before Trina could stop her, closing the door behind her. Trina blushed, squirmed, shocked at how tall the woman was, compared to her... She'd known that was the case all along, of course, but the difference in size hadn't hit her until now, perhaps because now, Trina was standing there in her PJs, and Mrs. Winters was still fully dressed, heels and all.

"I-Is there, uh... something I can do for you?" Trina asked, doing what she could not to sound too anxious, to let the woman know how intimidated she felt. "We have an early morning tomorrow, so if..."

"Did you threaten to spank my daughter?" Mrs. Winters demanded.

Trina froze. That little brat! She'd told her not to say anything! Already, she could imagine being back at school, making the girl bend over one of the benches in the locker room, flipping up her skirt, paddle at the ready...

Before that, however, she needed to deal with her mom. "O-Of course not," she chuckled. "I mean, the school rules say that I could use corporal punishment, if I see fit, but... Hey!"

Mrs. Winters appeared to be ignoring her, shuffling through her overnight bag, quickly coming across the paddle. "Well, isn't that funny," she turned it over in her hand. "Exactly how Kensey described it to me..."

Trina felt a pit forming in her stomach, looking up at the taller woman, holding the paddle. "Th-That doesn't mean..." she defended herself weakly.

"You aren't a mother, are you?" The question took Trina by surprise, and she shook her head. "I didn't think so... If you were, you would know how easy it is to tell when a naughty little girl is telling fibs. And, fortunately for me, I already have the perfect thing for dealing with that..."

In a flash, Mrs. Winters was sitting on the edge of Trina's bed, and the coach was draped over her lap, squealing as she felt her pajama bottoms being tugged down. "Stop it!" she gasped. "Y-You can't do... No!" She grabbed for the waistband of her underwear, having thought, at first, that there was no way Mrs. Winters would go that far, and so, stupidly, not keeping a hold of them as soon as they were the only thing keeping her bare bottom from being on display.

The woman was too fast for her, however, and by the time her fingers reached the space where the panties had been, they were gone, too, dropped in a heap on the floor, on top of her PJ pants. "Y-You have no right to do this!" Trina kicked her legs, trying desperately to break free from the larger woman's grasp.

"Neither do you," Mrs. Winters countered. "You have no right to spank those poor girls because they don't live up to your impossibly high standards, or to belittle them, or call them names, or ask them to lie for you... Somebody needs to teach you a lesson, and apparently, that person is going to have to be me!"

With that, Mrs. Winters slammed the paddle down onto Trina's wiggling bottom, the cheerleading coach letting out an involuntary yelp of pain, tears springing to her eyes. "Oh, my," Mrs. Winters smirked, bending down, looking Trina in the eye. "Crying already? Tell me, Trina, and don't bother trying to lie... Do you stop when your students start to cry?"

Trina blushed, squirming, feeling her backside seemingly already starting to swell, to warm up, making Trina think about the outfit she'd brought with her for the next day, wondering if she was going to be able to wear the short skirt without the marks from this showing, especially if it kept going. "Y-Yes," she sniffed.

"You stupid little girl," Mrs. Winters sighed, giving Trina's backside another hard swat. "I told you not to lie. Why don't we try again? Have any of the cheerleaders started bawling this early? After only one spank?"

Trina wanted to say that, if someone as big and strong as Mrs. Winters had been the one delivering the spanking, the answer would have been yes, no doubt, that there was no way she was a bigger baby than all of them... Instead, it came out as a weak, "Y-Yes."

Mrs. Winters shook her head. "You just won't learn your lesson, will you? That's all right... I know how to deal with liars. But first, we need to finish up here. That little bottom of yours isn't nearly red enough yet, young lady."

By the time Mrs. Winters was satisfied, Trina had almost forgotten about her other threat, too busy helplessly wriggling and wailing as she was pelted with swing after swing of the paddle she'd bought herself, and used on several of her cheerleaders, though never as long, or hard, as this.

When Mrs. Winters marched her over to the sink, Trina thought, at first, it was simply to wash her face off, as the woman did, taking a washcloth and cleaning her up a bit, giving her a better view of her pitiful form, standing there, pants-less, having just been spanked like a naughty little girl. Then, to her confusion, the woman started to unwrap the spare bar of soap that had been sitting beside the faucet.

"Wh-What is that for?" she gulped.

"I think you know, you little liar," Mrs. Winters raised an eyebrow, running the soap under the running water for a moment. "Open up."

"No!" Trina clamped her hands over her mouth, horrified. It was bad enough this woman had spanked her... She wasn't about to let this happen, too! 

Mrs. Winters gave her a pointed look. "My paddling arm isn't tired yet," she threatened. "Do we need to go back to the bed?"

Trina whimpered, stomping her foot. This wasn't fair! She was an adult! She was a cheerleading coach, who had led her squad to victory time and time again... This crazy woman had no right to make her choose between getting a mouth-soaping, and subjecting herself to another spanking! And yet, here she was, having to do exactly that.

"Now!" Mrs. Winters snapped, "Or we're doing both!"

Groaning, Trina let her hands slide away from her mouth, Mrs. Winters grabbing the opportunity and shoving the soap into her mouth, scrubbing hard. Trina could feel her mouth filling with suds, the bubbles oozing out and down her chin as she whined.

"Not only did you lie," Mrs. Winters lectured as she went about her work, "you called my little girl a slut! Is that how you speak to your students?!"

Trina was almost glad for the mouthful of soap, keeping her from having to answer, even if it was starting to tingle, and burn, like her backside. Finally, Mrs. Winters was satisfied, leaving her standing there, looking at herself in the mirror, to think about what she'd done while the bigger woman washed her hands.

"And one more thing," Mrs. Winters added. "You called Kensey a baby, just because she wanted to let somebody know about the ways in which you were abusing your power?"

Trina didn't get the relative safety of the soap to cover her answer this time, Mrs. Winters plucking it out of her mouth, waiting expectantly. She knew she ought to be respectful, to not push her luck... But she was upset, and she couldn't help herself. "She is a baby!" she grumbled. "She's an adult now, like everyone else on the varsity squad! They can defend themselves, they don't have to go running to Mommy! The other girls don't do that, because they can all see that I know what I'm doing, except Kensey, who is just a whiny little baby who can't do anything without you!"

It felt good to get that out... However, as soon as she had, she was left standing there, bubbly drool dripping down onto her PJ top, her red rear poking out from underneath it, staring up at Mrs. Winters. "Maybe you're right," the woman admitted, giving Trina a moment of hope that she'd made her see the light after all. "But I only see one baby here now..."

"I am not a baby!" Trina pouted. "You did all this to me! It's not my fault!"

"Exactly what I'd expect to hear from a baby," Mrs. Winters teased. "It's a good thing I have just the thing for you.."

Trina hadn't noticed the bag Mrs. Winters had brought with her, and, even if she had, she never would have guessed what was waiting inside for her. "N-No way!" she shook her head in horror as she saw the woman open it up, start laying out its contents. "You can't do this!"

"I think I can," Mrs. Winters replied, the other events of that evening only proving how right she was. "Now, get on up here!"

She gave the diaper a pat, the sound of plastic crinkling almost making Trina burst into tears again. "I-I don't need those," she stared down at her feet, her toes suddenly trying to dig a hole into the carpet beneath her. What else was she going to do? She'd have to push past Mrs. Winters to grab her key card off the bedside table where she'd left it, and without it, she'd just be running through a hotel, full of other cheerleaders and coaches, pants-less, the evidence of the spanking she'd gotten on full display, the front of her pajamas wet...

"You're acting like you do," Mrs. Winters countered, tugging at the diaper, stretching it out further, leaving no doubt that it was going to fit Trina perfectly. Trina nearly wanted to ask how she'd known, how she'd gotten one the right size, wondering if she punished her daughter this way, but she suspected the answer would be the woman pointing out, again, that she was a mother, and Trina wasn't.

"This is insane," she complained, crawling up onto her bed, wincing as her throbbing backside came into contact with the soft padding. "You're insane!"

Mrs. Winters shrugged. "Maybe. But I've given you plenty of chances over the years to act more professionally, and you never change... Now, I'll be the one who decides when that happens."

Trina wrinkled her nose. "I-I'm not going to need a change! I'm not a baby! I'm not gonna use these!"

Mrs. Winters was an expert at diapering, having the smaller woman powdered, lotioned, and taped up in no time, before sliding back onto the back, pulling Trina back over her lap, one hand possessively resting on the seat of the woman's padded posterior. "You are," she promised. "Because I have one more thing for you to wear over them... Some nice, locking, plastic pants."

"No!" Trina shook her head, yelping when Mrs. Winters gave her bottom a smack. It was only with her hand, at least, and through the diaper, so it was far less painful than the first spanking, but that first one had left her tender enough that it hardly mattered.

"Yes," Mrs. Winters told her. "And I'm going to be giving the key to Kensey, so it'll be up to her whether you get a change tomorrow morning or not."

"No!" Trina protested again, mouth falling open. But another swat later, there was no doubt who was in charge here... And it definitely wasn't her.

Trina did her best to make it through the night without using her diaper, but after a couple hours of tossing and turning, tugging helplessly on the hot, thick plastic pants locked around them, she realized she had no choice. She blushed, squirmed, and closed her eyes, and, a few seconds later, the padding was warming up, swelling as it soaked up her 'accident', leaving her trapped in it until morning.

She'd been so worried about her red bottom showing under the outfit she'd picked out for the next day, but the diaper was so much worse... It not only wouldn't fit under those clothes, it was obvious under what she'd worn the day before, too. All she had that she could wear over it was her pajamas, making her feel like a pathetic little bedwetter as she toddled her way down the hall, praying nobody from the rival squads - or her own, for that matter - would see the bulge under her PJ pants, or hear the crinkling.

"Pl-Please," she had to beg Kensey when she made it to her and her mother's room. "Pl-Please, can I take this off?" 

"Hmm," the girl smirked, holding the key to her coach's plastic pants tight. "I suppose so... But I get to choose what you wear today."

Trina was desperate enough to get out of her squishy diaper that she said yes, positive it wouldn't be that bad. They were only here overnight, so nobody had packed that much... What was the worst that could happen?

And that was how Trina wound up being taped into a fresh diaper, and put into a spare cheerleading uniform from her own squad, as if she was one of them, and not the coach, her hair braided into pigtails. Of course, when the officials came to check in on them and asked where their coach was, they didn't believe her when she bashfully stood up, tugging at her skirt, praying nobody would notice the diaper beneath it.

"Sorry," Mrs. Winters stepped in. "That's me... Are we ready to head to the locker room?"

Trina glared at the woman as she was swept along with the rest of the squad, for all the good that it did her. "Now, girls," Mrs. Winters announced when they were all inside, "I have a very special activity for you all, to celebrate your final championship together... You're all seniors, so you've all had to deal with your coach for quite a while now." She grabbed Trina by the wrist, yanking her to her feet.

Trina blushed, hearing some of the girls giggling, positive the fast motion had made her flash her diapers for a moment. That was nothing compared to what happened next, however. "From what I've heard," Mrs. Winters continued, "if anyone deserves this," she held up the Bad Cheerleader paddle, "it's her... But I'll leave that up to all of you. Each of you will get a chance to decide."

She pushed the paddle into Trina's hand, but it didn't make the coach feel powerful, or in control, the way it had prior to last night. She squirmed, face burning, as Mrs. Winters's fingers curled around the bottom of her hem. "And why don't we show them what else you're wearing?" she teased, lifting the skirt before Trina could stop her, tucking it behind Trina's hand, forcing her to hold it in place herself, showing off her diapers to her snickering squad.

"Go on," Mrs. Winters encouraged. "You can all do whatever you'd like to her... Whatever you think is fair, after all your time with her..."

Trina hoped that they'd see that it had all been worth it, that she'd been mean to them to get them here, to this championship, and that they wouldn't dare to anything to her... But this was the last championship any of them would be competing in for her, and the ones who were interested in college already had their scholarships for cheerleading secured. They really didn't have any further need to be nice to her... And, as she saw them advance on her, before she anxiously clamped a hand over her eyes, a trickle of warmth making its way into in her diaper, she had a bad feeling that none of them had any intention to.