Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 69 - Sebastian as a coach

Khawla: Seb, I'm tired!

I moan. It's the zillionth time that Sebastian hears this sentence slipping from my mouth. And, like all times before, he has an ironic facial expression with his eyebrow up and a smirk on his lips.

Sebastian: Oh! Really?

Khawla: Yeah! Really...

I answer him almost breathless. The muscles of my calf and thighs are burning like fire. And also the skates start hurting my feet, as there're years that I don't wear them, and the skin of them became soft and delicate like a princess' feet. If I'm like a princess in whatever... I don't have more energy to keep training in this frenetic rhythm that Sebastian is imposing as a coach.

Sebastian: But I'm not. More three times sliding at the highest speed you can contouring the laterals of the rink.

I want to shout the rest of the air I still have out of my lungs! Sebastian is so rigid when it's about teaching and coaching! I come close to him and keep whining in a try to get some break.

Khawla: Seb, my legs and feet are hurting...

Sebastian has a Machiavelli grin on his lips. I would say he's happy with my suffering, as the sadistic he is.

Sebastian: I thought it was another part of your anatomy that was hurting.

Without warning, Sebastian slaps strongly my butt that is still too painful because of last night belt beatings.

Khawla: Ouch!

I wail, and Sebastian bursts into laughter. I let out a defeated sigh while massaging my behind. Then, he crosses his strong arms on his muscular chest and commands me with a dry tone of voice.

Sebastian: Contour the laterals of the rink at the highest speed you can, NOW.

Sebastian emphasizes the last word. I sigh defeated once more, and I start sliding on the ice as commanded, getting velocity at each movement, pushing one leg after the other with some strength. Sebastian keeps motivating me, or should I say, torturing me?

Sebastian: Faster! I know you can go much faster than this!

And I try to put more speed in my sliding. One contour is already done.

Sebastian: Faster! You're as slow as a snail!

Sebastian's voice echoes like a rumble of thunder in the sports hall. I take one deep breath and impose a faster rhythm as he commanded, pushing one leg after another. My legs are at the point of failure, but I keep sliding as fast as I can. The second contour is already done, and I start the third and last one.

Sebastian: Faster! You can do much better than this!

Sebastian shouts from the middle of the rink, but, this time, I'm unable to obey him. My legs aren't able to sustain my weight anymore. I feel like they were made of cotton, as in a plush doll. I fall hard on the ice, and, because of my speed, I slide with my body on the ice till I reach the lateral of the rink, beating my back strongly against it.

Khawla: Ouch!

Sebastian: Khawla!

Sebastian screams my name in worry and starts to slide fast, and then, he goes on his knees, sliding on the ice till beside me to check how I am. He's really worried as I have fallen badly and strongly. I have my hand on my lower back as it's too much painful due to the impact. I'm sobbing in a mixture of pain and tiredness. I'm on my limit right now.