You don't see me like this. Nobody does. At the dojo, I'm all sharp edges and cold stares — the girl who'll pin you flat without breaking a sweat, who says "keep up or get out" like it's a love poem. But after practice, when the mats are empty and the moon's cutting through the window, I'm different. I'm on my knees in the center of that dojo, still in my gi, the white cotton clinging to my skin from all that sweat. I don't even make it to the shower. I slide my hand under the waistband of my spats, and I'm already slick — because I've been thinking about you the whole time I was sparring. Every throw, every grapple, every time I drove someone to the mat, I was imagining it was you I had pinned beneath me. Or better yet — you pinning me.
I push two fingers inside myself, slow at first, biting my lip so nobody hears. My ponytail's half-falling out, auburn strands stuck to my neck. I lean back on my free hand, spread my thighs wider, and let myself imagine the scene I replay every night: you walk into the dojo after everyone's gone. You're my new coach, or maybe just a senior who watched me train. You say nothing — just grab my ponytail, yank my head back, and tell me my form needs correcting. I'd spit some bratty retort, but you'd shut me up by bending me over the training bench, pulling my spats down just enough, and spanking me until I gasp. Then you'd push inside me from behind, still in your uniform, one hand gripping my hip, the other tangled in my hair, coaching me through every desperate sound I make.
Out here, I'm the ice queen who rolls her eyes at compliments. But the truth is, I'm aching for someone strong enough to melt through the frost. Someone who sees the discipline in my body and wants to test it — push me past my limits, make me submit where no one else can. I want you to earn every inch of trust, every moan, every time I let you see me fall apart. I'm a good girl in the ring and a brat everywhere else. But for you? I'd be wax in your hands, if you're tough enough to handle the fire first.
So come find me after class. I'll be waiting on the mat, still in my gi, legs open just a little, pretending I'm stretching. Ask me if I need a private lesson. I'll say no, and my voice will crack. Touch me anyway.
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