Effortless.

The one word that encapsulated the life of Elena Miller.

For years, that had been an undeniable fact. Elena always got what she wanted with little effort.

She wanted a strong, successful man. She married one.

She wanted a large home in a perfect neighborhood. She lived in a pristine two-story house surrounded by equally pristine lawns.

She wanted unchallenged admiration. Everyone in her community knew her and adored her.

She wanted to be the best looking. At the age of 40, she still possessed a perfectly trim hourglass figure, flawless and radiant skin, golden hair cut right above her shoulders, and striking blue eyes that commanded undivided attention.

She wanted a child who’d be seen as the perfect extension of herself. She had Madison. The beautiful, athletic, gifted captain and star player of the Westbridge High School girls’ lacrosse team.

More than anything, however, Elena wanted control.

Control over her home. Her family. Her reputation. Every room she entered and every person unfortunate enough to stand in her way.

Whether she was right or wrong had never mattered very much. Life had always seemed willing to bend around her.

Until one day...

It was the middle of January. The afternoon sky had already begun to darken, and the cold air outside pressed faintly against the kitchen windows.

Elena stood alone in her kitchen preparing dinner while she waited for her family to return. Madison, her daughter, would be home from lacrosse practice soon, and her husband, Jacob, would follow shortly after work.

The house was silent. Only the soft padding of Elena’s footsteps disturbed the stillness, accompanied by the low hum of the oven and the occasional metallic tick as it heated. The smell of roasted chicken and herbs filled the kitchen as she opened the oven door, releasing a wave of heat across her face.

She set the dish carefully on the stovetop and reached for the vegetables waiting beside the cutting board.

Then the front door burst open.

Elena turned sharply.

Madison stormed into the house, her lacrosse bag hung from one shoulder and her phone pressed against her ear as she kicked the door shut behind her.

“This is such bullshit!” she complained. “It was an accident. I barely touched her.”

Elena stood listening in confusion.

“Seriously, her face is like glass.”

Madison continued down the hallway, unaware that her mother could hear her.

“I don’t even know how long I’m benched for. All she said was until I understand ‘the importance of teamwork and the well-being of my teammates, ’” she said mockingly.

“Whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean.”

Foul language in her home was jarring enough, but what really unsettled Elena was what Madison was talking about.

Accident. Benched. What happened at practice?

“Madison!” Elena yelled, stopping her daughter before she reached the kitchen.

“I’ll call you back, ” Madison said before hanging up and slipping the phone into her pocket.

Elena stepped out of the kitchen, her face painted with worry.

“Is everything okay?” Elena asked.

“No... it’s not.” Madison’s eyes darted away for a moment. “Coach Reyes benched me because of an accident.”

Coach Reyes, of course.

Problems in Elena’s life had always been temporary things. Small inconveniences that could easily be solved through conversation, connection, or carefully applied pressure.

That was until Sophia Reyes came into the picture.

At first, Reyes was just an English teacher who had joined the team as an assistant coach under Coach Hadley, the previous lacrosse coach. But after some incident, Hadley had to resign midway through the season last year, putting Reyes in the position of head coach.

Under her coaching, the girls became more disciplined, more coordinated, and more successful. Practices grew longer. Conditioning became stricter.

By the end of the season, Reyes had led the Westbridge High School girls’ lacrosse team to its first championship in four years.

Parents praised her. Students respected her. The faculty celebrated her.

Despite this, Reyes didn't fit into Elena's perfect life.

From the beginning, the two women had disagreed over nearly everything involving Madison.

Reyes criticized her for arriving late, ignoring plays, hogging the ball, and arguing with teammates. Elena considered those behaviors the harmless confidence of a talented young woman. Reyes treated them as serious problems requiring correction.

During the opening playoff game last season, Madison abandoned an assigned play and stole the ball from a teammate, gambling the game on the belief that she had the better shot. It was risky, but she scored the winning goal.

Elena called it instinct. Reyes called it reckless insubordination and benched her for the following playoff game. When Elena objected, Reyes listened politely, thanked her for her concern, and refused to reconsider.

The two women constantly butted heads, but the most frustrating part was Reyes’s demeanor.

Coach Reyes never raised her voice. She never lost her temper. She simply listened, offered some brief professional response, and continued doing precisely what she had already decided to do.

She was not openly hostile toward Elena.

She was simply unyielding.

An immovable object opposing Elena's unstoppable force.

Elena frowned. “What happened?”

Madison sighed. “I bumped into one of the girls during a drill.”

“Did you hit her?”

“I didn’t mean to.” Madison rolled her eyes. “She got in my way. I turned too fast, and she fell. That’s it.”

“And now you’re benched?”

“Yeah.”

“For how long?”

“I don’t know. She just said I’m not playing until I learn to act like I’m part of the team.”

“She can’t do this.” Elena folded her arms. “You’re the captain of the team. You’re the star player. They need you.”

“Not to mention, this is supposed to be scouting season. Being benched could ruin your shot at getting a scholarship.”

“I know!” Madison shouted. “This is so unfair.”

Elena softened immediately. She stepped closer and clasped Madison’s hands between her own.

“Don’t worry.”

Madison’s frown lifted slightly.

“I’ll speak with Coach Reyes tomorrow and set this straight.”

“You think she’ll listen?” Madison asked.

“She better.”

The confidence in Elena’s voice was absolute.

There was no chance in hell Coach Reyes would get away with messing with Madison’s future. Elena had spent too much time cultivating the life her daughter was meant to have, especially over a minor accident.

Later that night, Elena lay beside her sleeping husband and stared at the ceiling.

The bedroom was dark and silent except for Jacob’s light snoring and the faint silver glow slipping through the curtains.

Elena could not sleep. Instead, she weighed her options.

She could complain to the athletic director or take the issue directly to the principal. They’d listen, certainly, but listening was not the same as acting. They’d probably tell her that Reyes had broken no rules. She had disciplined a player, and without proof of unfair treatment, the administration would simply defer to her judgment.

Perhaps she could quietly encourage other parents to begin questioning Reyes’s treatment of the players. Enough complaints from the community might pressure the administration to act. But that wouldn’t work either.

Reyes’s reputation was almost as spotless as Elena’s own.

The team adored her. The parents trusted her. The school credited her with restoring a failing program.

Social media was another possibility. One post about an impulsive coach endangering a gifted student’s future would attract a lot of attention.

But it might also invite questions Elena did not want asked. People could demand details about what Madison had done. Other students might insert their own versions of the incident. The discussion could quickly spiral beyond Elena’s control.

If anything, it would make Elena appear petty, vindictive, or unwilling to accept discipline on her daughter’s behalf.

She frowned into the darkness.

Her connections. Her reputation. Her influence.

All rendered useless. Sophia Reyes had built herself into someone Elena could not easily overpower.

Then Elena remembered something else.

An important difference between their two lifestyles. One that strengthened her hidden contempt for the coach.

Sophia Reyes was openly a lesbian.

None of the parents seemed bothered by it. Neither did the students. The community had accepted her sexuality without issue.

Elena had always been civil, of course. She possessed enough restraint not to create unnecessary controversy over another woman’s lifestyle.

Privately, however, she found it unnatural.

In Elena’s mind, women like Sophia had simply failed to attract the right kind of man. After enough rejection, they gave up and convinced themselves that desiring women was an acceptable substitute. An excuse that spared them from the cruel reality that no man would ever choose them.

Elena had never understood it. But she did not need to. She only needed to use it.

A slow smile crept across her face.

The plan was simple.

Show some cleavage. Wear tight pants. Bat those pretty blue eyes.

And Sophia Reyes would be eating out of her hand before the conversation was over.

Elena closed her eyes. As far as she was concerned, the problem was resolved.

Reyes would put Madison back on the field. There was no other outcome.

The next day, Elena drove to Westbridge. Madison didn't have practice, so she was at home. Jacob was at work and would be home a little late.

With no practice today, Coach Reyes would simply be Ms. Reyes. Elena strutted toward Reyes’s classroom. Her low block heels clicked with each step, echoing through the empty halls.

Elena’s outfit today was made solely for persuasion. She wore a tight beige V-neck blouse, coupled with form-fitting denim jeans.

The outfit was sexy yet subtle. It modestly wrapped around Elena’s body while flaunting her perfect, slim curves.

Elena arrived at Reyes’s classroom and knocked on the door.

“Come in, ” a voice called.

Elena walked into an empty classroom, where she saw Sophia Reyes.

Reyes didn’t see Elena at first. She was busy clearing the whiteboard of the day’s lesson and preparing the next day’s lesson via her phone.

Reyes wore a white polo, charcoal performance chinos, and grey sneakers. Despite not having practice today, Reyes maintained a style that was sporty yet professional.

She turned to see Elena. Her eyes widened and she smiled.

“Mrs. Miller, what a surprise it is to see you.”

Elena smiled back, maintaining her facade. “Yes, it is. Sorry to just drop in unexpectedly. I hope I didn't interrupt anything.”

“Oh, not at all, ” Reyes replied. “I was just finishing up.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

“It's about Madison, ” Elena replied.

On the outside, the conversation between the two didn’t show any existing hostility.

It was civil. It was calm. It was courteous.

However, that couldn’t be further from the truth. The air in the room felt stagnant. Underneath those warm smiles were ideals and opinions clashing before words were spoken. Their pleasant smiles couldn’t fully hide the tension between them. The brief twitches in their eyes, the subtle clenching of their hands. It was as if they were preparing for a fight.

And the mention of Madison multiplied those feelings fivefold.

“Oh yes, by all means, please have a seat, ” Reyes replied.

Elena walked farther into the classroom, subtly sashaying her hips to the side with each step. She grabbed an empty chair and placed it in front of Reyes's desk.

“Just a sec, ” Reyes said, looking back at her phone, quickly typing on the screen before setting it down.

She looked Elena sternly in the eye, then spoke. “Madison. I believe she told you what happened?”

“Yes, she did, and frankly I am a bit disappointed in her, ” Elena replied, sharing a rigid visage of her own.

Reyes was shocked to hear a shared perspective from Elena. It was the last thing she had expected.

“Well, I am glad we share an understanding tha—”

“However, ” Elena interrupted, “I am worried for her future. Isn't there another punishment you can give her aside from benching her during scouting season?”

Reyes's shock shifted back into familiar disappointment. Of course it was too good to be true. Regardless, she remained composed.

“I understand your concern. I wouldn’t dream of interfering with a player’s chance at success. But my decision is final. Madison will play this season, though she won’t until I say.”

Elena maintained her composure. Being denied so quickly was staggering. However, this was part of the plan and she knew it.

“She needs to understand that there may be an M-E in team, but that’s not who it's all about, ” Reyes continued, her voice stricken with conviction.

“Especially after this incident, ” she added.

“It was a little bump, ” Elena countered.

“It was more than a ‘bump.’ Madison gave Bethany James a concussion and a bloody nose.”

“By itself, that’s bad. But given that she chose to go against the play we were practicing, she displayed a lack of empathy for her team and chose to be selfish, ” Reyes stated, her voice growing more agitated.

She paused, taking a few moments to breathe.

“And that... in my professional opinion, is why she's benched, ” she concluded, quickly regaining her composure.

With Reyes getting more hot and bothered, Elena saw the perfect opportunity to strike.

She shuffled in her seat, tightening her shirt, revealing more cleavage before speaking.

“Ms. Reyes, you and I were both young once. With all the stress and hormonal chaos, I think we can both understand that this is a confusing time in a young lady's life emotionally, mentally...”

She leaned forward softly, placing her hand on top of Reyes's hand, using her warmth and looks to cloud Reyes’s mind.

“And physically.”

Reyes pulled her hand away, growing both uncomfortable and suspicious of Elena.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Miller, but my decision is final.”

She stood up and started to walk away from her desk. “Now if you don’t have any other questions, please see yourself ou—”

“Wait!” Elena jumped out of her seat, stopping Reyes from moving forward another step.

“What if she apologizes? Shows everyone that she’s sorry.”

Her eyes narrowed, looking the coach up and down.

“Or... better yet.” Elena leaned in closer, planting her arms on either side of Reyes, boxing her in against the whiteboard, leaving very little room to escape.

“I can show you how sorry I am. Just say the word and I’m yours.” Her voice dropped low and husky, her eyes narrowed on Reyes’s face.

For Elena, this was the most revolting experience of her life. She stood inches away from Reyes, feeling her warm breath brush against her face. She swallowed hard, breathing through her nose. Her stomach churned as she resisted the urge to throw up.

Still, Elena kept the faade together. Disgust she could tolerate, defeat she couldn’t. All she needed was more pressure. Just a little more and she’d get Reyes to break.

Or so she thought.

Reyes remained still, staring back at Elena. The two stood still and silent for what felt like hours until Reyes spoke.

“Get out.”

“What?” Elena asked.

“I said. Get! Out!” Reyes said louder. She stepped forward, making Elena step back.

“Mrs. Miller, it’s no secret we have different opinions and butt heads, but I didn’t expect you to stoop this low!”

Elena stared blankly, pretending not to know what Reyes was talking about.

“This is by far the most disrespectful and disgusting thing that I have ever experienced from a parent!”

“It’s one thing to insult and question my coaching, but to try and manipulate me via my sexuality... that... it... it’s just awful!” Reyes fumed.

In her seven years of teaching, seven years of dealing with parents good and bad, never had Reyes met someone who would act in such a vile manner.

“What would Madison think? In fact, what would even your husband think if he found out that you tried to do something this awful?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, ” Elena lied. “And this is no way to talk to a parent. A concerned parent, in fact, simply wanting the best for their child.”

Elena’s soft seduction failed. Confusion and embarrassment hit her all at once.

But in that failure, she noticed something new, possibly useful even.

Reyes. The flush of red across her face, the tightness in her jaw, the deep furrowing in her brows. She was angry.

Not stern. Not irritated. Not even annoyed.

Reyes was absolutely livid.

For the first time, Elena Miller had broken the calm, controlled demeanor of Sophia Reyes. And with that shattering, another opportunity presented itself.

One far better than tempting Reyes with fantasies that would never happen.

All Elena needed to do now was use Reyes’s anger against her.

“Imagine what the principal or even the school board would have to say, ” she continued, a slight smirk forming across her face.

“Sure, you could tell them that I tried to ‘seduce’ you, but without any evidence, do you really think they’d believe you?”

Elena crossed her arms, her smirk widening with each statement.

“Do you really think they’d buy that a happy, married, stable, straight mother would be attracted to the likes of you? Some miserable, lonely, delusional dyke?”

Elena turned toward the door.

“For an English teacher, you of all people should know that the better story becomes the undeniable truth.”

At this point, nothing could possibly stop her. Either Reyes would give her what she wanted or Elena could ruin her. Whatever happened next, it didn’t matter.

Elena always got what she wanted.

She took a breath in. She took a breath out. She smoothed the front of her blouse and stood with her head held high. A wave of pride washed over her.

With her confidence restored, she headed toward the door, the quiet clicks of her heels echoing through the silent classroom.

“You’re right, ” Reyes angrily muttered. “With the way things stand, they’d believe you more than they would me.”

Elena rolled her eyes, not looking back. Of course they would. There was no other way around it.

“Do you really think they’d buy that a happy, married, stable, straight mother would be attracted to the likes of you? Some miserable, lonely, delusional dyke?”

That’s what Elena said. Her words. Her voice.

But this time, it wasn’t Elena who said those words.

A chill shot down Elena’s spine. Her stomach dropped, and her heart started to race.

She turned around slowly. Stunned. Trying to figure out what happened.

Then she saw it. Reyes’s phone.

Had Reyes been recording? When could she have? How could Elena not notice?

“To be honest, I wasn’t exactly comfortable recording our ‘civil’ conversation, but I wanted to make sure we were on the same page, ” Reyes said. Her voice had shifted back to its usual calm, but her face was still red with anger.

Right before she set her phone down, Reyes had started recording. From then on, the slim pink device captured every single word of their conversation.

The talk about Madison. The failed seduction. Even Elena’s blackmail.

All of it. Now in the palm of Reyes’s hand.

Elena lunged towards Reyes, desperately scrambling to take the phone from her.

Reyes raised her phone higher out of reach and used her free arm to keep Elena at bay.

“As for your earlier point, I agree. The better story can shape the truth.”

Reyes glanced at her phone.

“So imagine the kind of truth a story like this would shape when the principal hears it. Teachers. Students. Other parents, ” Reyes said as she pushed Elena back.

Elena raised a hand to her chest, panting heavily. With every breath she took, the air around her felt thicker.

All of her tricks. All of her charm. Only to be outplayed by the very woman she’d planned to exploit.

Elena stood there, struggling to catch her breath, while her mind became a chaotic mess, searching for a solution. Any solution.

All that mattered now was protecting her perfection.

“You’re right. I have been way out of line, and I apologize, ” Elena said slowly, holding a hand up as if Reyes was pointing a gun at her.

“But please, you don’t have to do this.”

Reyes stayed silent.

“Instead... M-maybe we can find another way to solve this. Something that works for you, ” Elena pleaded, saying anything to convince Reyes.

“It can be whatever you want, but please, please don’t do this.”

Reyes’s face scrunched. Her brow furrowed. Her eyes locked on the floor below as she began to ponder Elena’s offer.

Like with Madison, she could stay firm with her decision. Turn her recording over to the proper authorities and be done with it.

It was the right thing to do. It was the easiest thing to do.

But then she looked back at Elena.

Beads of sweat formed on Elena’s flawless face. Her lips quivered in worry, and her eyes struggled to hold back a wave of tears.

She was terrified. She was compliant. She was powerless.

For the first time, Sophia Reyes had knocked Elena Miller off her pedestal of power and perfection. Her pristine composure had been stripped away, exposing the narrow-minded narcissist underneath.

The decision weighed heavily on her. She could end this now. Send her recording in and let fate deal with Elena. Yet she hesitated.

When would she ever see Elena Miller like this again?

After everything Elena had done, Reyes wasn’t ready to just hand her over. She waned more.

This woman had been a pain in Reyes’s side for so long. One small, selfish moment couldn’t hurt. Afterwards, she’d do the right thing.

“Whatever I want?” Reyes asked.

Elena quickly and eagerly nodded. “Yes. Anything.”

Reyes looked her up and down, taking in Elena’s desperation.

“Bend over the desk.”

“I—wait, what?” Elena was confused.

“Bend. Over. The desk.” Reyes repeated.

Elena complied. She slowly walked over to Reyes’s desk and bent over ever so slightly.

Elena stayed bent over, deciding not to look back as Reyes moved behind her.

“She blackmails me, and the first thing she wants to do is stare at my ass, ” Elena muttered under her breath.

She rolled her eyes. “Why am I not surprised?”

Suddenly, a loud CRACK startled Elena as Reyes swiftly brought down a yardstick beside her.

“What I’m doing is unprofessional, yes. But this isn’t about ogling your body like some pervert. This is about disciplining a self-centered, disrespectful, and vile woman, ” Reyes said, having heard Elena’s muttering.

“Sure, ” Elena said sarcastically. If all Reyes wanted was to give her a few smacks on the ass, then fine. This was nothing new to her.

Reyes raised her arm high and brought the yardstick down onto Elena’s denim-clad bottom.

A dull THUMP quietly echoed throughout the room.

Elena felt it, but didn’t care. Another blow landed on Elena’s rump. This time a small giggle escaped her mouth.

The strikes weren’t enough to bother her. Still, Reyes persisted, each one leaving the same muffled THUMP.

Five strikes in, and Reyes wasn’t satisfied.

Five strikes. Five attempts to make a point. And all Reyes got was an irritating giggle.

Reyes’s jaw tightened, and her face flushed with frustration.

Elena, on the other hand, glanced back at Reyes, her face painted with amusement.

It was clear that she wasn’t taking this seriously. Now Reyes would have to change her approach.

Reyes wrapped an arm around Elena’s waist and reached for the button of her jeans.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Elena asked.

With no response, Reyes pulled her pants down, exposing a pair of black cheeky panties that hugged Elena’s bottom.

“Hey! You can’t just— Agh!” Elena’s protest collapsed into a groan as she was cut off by a sharp THWACK to her now panty-clad butt.

Elena felt the sharp, narrow sting across her butt, making it tense up for a moment.

“Hmm, now we’re getting somewhere, ” Reyes said, seeing a faint pink imprint where she struck.

She struck again and again. Elena tensed as each blow made the sting last longer.

“To think you were going to seduce me with a body like this. Your tits are okay. Nothing special, but okay. As for your ass, I’ve had pancakes thicker than this, ” Reyes said in between each THWACK, insulting Elena.

Elena was stunned. Not from the spanking, more so from the fact that she wasn’t sexually appealing to Reyes.

At the age of forty, Elena was perfectly proportioned and looked remarkably youthful, with little effort required. Activities like Pilates or yoga were never about improvement. She went on occasion just to flaunt her body and watch the other women compare themselves to her.

For her, it was about reminding them of what she had and what they lacked.

Yet this person, this woman Elena was certain she could seduce, had basically told Elena that she never had a chance.

Reyes’s onslaught continued. Without Elena’s pants to protect her, her lower cheeks and thighs burned, turning pink with every strike Reyes gave her.

Elena had gone silent. Her amusement faded quicker than it had arrived. She kept her mouth shut and her head low as Reyes continued.

Reyes took note of everything as she punished Elena.

She watched every small twitch. She listened to every stifled gasp. She studied every attempt Elena made to keep her composure.

Ten strikes in, Reyes’s hand started to ache from how tightly she gripped the yardstick. However, the growing ache did little to stop the smirk creeping across her face.

She was breaking Elena down. But it still wasn’t enough.

Reyes knew what to do.

With a swift swipe, she pulled Elena’s panties down, exposing her small, round bottom.

Before Elena could open her mouth to protest, a loud CRACK exploded through the classroom.

The blow sent a searing jolt up Elena’s spine that made her knees buckle, causing her to double over onto the desk.

No more manipulation. No more mockery. No more disrespect.

Elena struggled desperately. Her knuckles turned white as she tightly gripped the edges of the desk. Her ass throbbed and burned hotter as Reyes doubled her efforts. Each CRACK was more forceful than the last, turning her pink rump into a canvas of red streaks.

Elena put all of her focus into enduring Reyes’s punishment. She didn’t want to break, yet the signs began to show.

Her breathing grew uneven, slipping further out of her control. She could barely hold her position on the desk as she began to slump over.

Despite how hard Elena tried to hold back her tears, her body gave in. Tears spilled from her eyes as broken sobs escaped her throat.

This was the peak of her humiliation, bent over and spanked like a bratty child in front of the woman who had refused to fit into her perfect life.

Still, Reyes didn’t stop. She channeled the full force of her fury through a steady barrage of strikes.

The silence that had previously filled the classroom vanished, replaced by Elena’s crying and the sharp cracks from Reyes’s strikes.

Eventually, Reyes’s strikes became fewer and fewer as exhaustion finally caught up with her.

She panted heavily. A light coat of sweat covered her face.

One punishment could never make up for everything Elena had done. But it did satisfy Reyes for the moment.

Reyes promptly readjusted her shirt and placed her yardstick back where it belonged.

She then returned to her desk, reverting to the calm, collected teacher who had just been cleaning and planning before all this started.

She sat at her desk and looked at Elena.

Elena looked back, her chest hitched as she tried to recover her breath after the brutal beating her bottom had endured.

Her makeup ran down and stained her face. She was a mess.

Hopefully, after this, Reyes wouldn’t send that recording.

And for Elena, that was all that mattered.

“I’ll give more thought to an appropriate punishment for Madison in the future, and I’ll keep you updated, Mrs. Miller, ” Reyes said, acting as if nothing had happened.

“There are some tissues you can use to clean yourself up. And when you’re done, get the fuck out of my classroom, ” Reyes concluded, with her last statement carrying traces of anger.

Elena did that. She quietly pulled her panties and pants up over her sore, red ass.

She wiped the makeup from her face. With her head down, she quickly left the classroom. She then hurried out of the school before anyone could notice or ask questions.

Reyes remained in the classroom. She sat back in her chair and took a breath, reflecting on everything that had happened.

Elena came into her classroom wanting special treatment for her daughter Madison. Instead, she got what was likely the most intense spanking of her life. All thanks to one precautionary recording.

Speaking of which, Reyes glanced at the phone.

Without it. Without that recording, Elena wouldn’t have backed down. She wouldn’t have begged. She wouldn’t have surrendered to Reyes.

Now it was over. Just as Reyes intended, she would do the right thing.

And yet, she hesitated.

Elena was willing to do anything Reyes wanted in order to keep that recording from seeing the light of day.

Even if only for a brief moment, Reyes had enjoyed having Elena under her control.

Her gaze remained fixed on the phone.

Then a thought occurred.

One that was entirely unprofessional. Blatantly selfish. Yet potentially... advantageous.

Authors Note:

Hellooo, everybody! Thank you for reading my story. I really enjoyed writing this one especially because I got a chance to experiment with some new tricks that I feel helped improve my writing. So perhaps I might use more of them going forward with future stories.

Now this particular idea has been sitting for a couple of years in what I’m currently calling “The Vault” which is basically a place where story ideas live. However, I’m not totally sold on that name... maybe I should rename it “The Nebula” instead. You know, because nebulas are places where stars are born. So, think of the ideas as like floating gas and dust and me working on them as the gravity pulling everything together until it eventually you know forms a star or, in my case a story.

Now, with my ranting out of the way, I’m going to be honest. Originally this was just supposed to be one story. Technically, I could leave it here and call it a day. However, when I was writing it, I ended up coming up with more ideas for our lovely coach and mom. So, who knows? Maybe I’ll add a few more chapters, perhaps sooner or later I’m not sure yet, so we’ll see.

Also some questions for you all. How do you feel about Elena? Do you think she actually learned her lesson here? And I guess while we’re at it, how do you feel about Reyes? Do you think she crossed a line, or were her actions valid?

Anyways, thank you for reading my story. Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Byeee!