Anyone for Tennis, Menace, Dennis?
By Nikki Kernovii
Chapter 6 -- Coached from behind
The note I received from Dennis had said, "Bring your Tennis racket."
So, that next weekend I took my bag with all my tennis gear.
I was obviously not sure what this was about, as Dennis had previously stated that he did not play Tennis.
Even so, I arrived at the gate to the hall, slipped off my clothes, clipped on my collar and leash and walked towards the hall carrying my bag.
As I approached the main house, I could hear noises and voices down by the Tennis courts.
As I peeked round the bushes, I could see that Dennis was sitting in the same place as he had on that fateful day a few weeks ago, at the end of the first Tennis Court.
On the court itself were a man and a woman playing against each other.
What was surprising, is that the woman was naked apart from her sports shoes and a band, about two inches wide, around her chest. This just barely stopped her breasts bouncing as she strode across the court.
The man, similarly naked, wearing just shoes and a minute jock-strap, holding his male bits from bouncing too much.
I suddenly didn't feel so under-dressed.
Dennis had obviously seen me as he beckoned me over.
I tentatively walked towards him.
"Sit and watch, little one." He said.
I sat, then asked. "Who are these people?"
"The man." Dennis pointed. "He is Francois." Dennis said. "We go to school together since we young a Blanche de Castille de Fontainebleu. We are friends for oooh many, many years."
"Francine. She is épouse err spouse, wife... of Francois. We are friends many years also."
He paused. "Francine. She is Championne de tennis de la région. She teach... err taught Francois. He is good. He is stronger. He is faster. She, she is more clever."
He chuckled "Today they play special game. Today wear no clothes." He pointed. "Au petit déjeuner nous avons parlé... Non! At breakfast we talk. They say they need - incitation. Errr." he hesitated.
"Incite? Incentive?" I prompted.
"Yes. Incentive. They need incentive to win." Dennis agreed.
"I suggest things." He grinned. I could detect his sense of mischief. He had obviously been up to something.
"I say money, it is not enough. So they bet. I suggest winner... Winner fessée le fond, err winner spanks on the bottom of who lose."
I noticed that his English, never fully fluid, seemed to have deteriorated. Maybe a day or two of talking French with his friends had reset his language default or something.
He was grinning at his enjoyment of this particular mischief. And he was obviously enjoying the view of Francine's naked butt, as she raced across the court in front of us.
She did look pretty fit. And I had to admit, she did have a nice tight arse.
"Advantage." The lady called out as the ball bounced just millimetres inside the line on Francois' side.
Over the next few shots, they had a superb rally and he recovered.
"Deuce."
Her serve was even faster than Angela's rocket shots. Francois tried valiantly, but his return went wide.
"Advantage."
The next serve aced him. She had her eye in and saw the spot on his left that he just couldn't get to.
"Game."
"That was close my love." Francine said as she walked past the net toward Francois. "You are improving."
"Yes. But you still win."
"Yes. I win." She smiled. But they still both kissed and hugged, before they walked to the gate and across the grass toward us, where Dennis had a cool bag with drinks in.
"Bravo. Good game." He greeted them handing them both bottles of cool water.
They both sat, unabashedly naked and revealing. A few times, in between gulps of drink, the two Tennis players turned to kiss each other. They paid no attention to the fact that I also was naked.
DO people do this sort of thing?
Are they more used to nudity in France? Or maybe they are just more polite and don't make an issue of it? I had no idea. Every time I saw one of them look toward me, I felt my blush redden.
"You are good at Tennis." I said to Francine. "Did you compete nationally?" I was trying to start some sort of conversation to hide my embarrassment.
"Oui. Yes. Last year. In the French National at Roland-Garros, I came tenth in the country." Francine said. "Francois played in the regional championship. To the finals."
I was quite excited to be able to talk to someone who had such an interest in Tennis. We chatted for several minutes while Dennis groped my bottom and stared at Francine's naked body.
It must have been half an hour later that Francois said "I see you have a racket. Do you want play?"
"Gosh. I play for fun. I'm nowhere near your standard." I said, surprised at the offer.
"No problem. We can teach and help." Francois said.
"Come on. I go easy on you. And Francois can coach. We like teaching." Francine added. "I have a chest strap." She reached into her bag and drew out a length of towelling which she then passed to me. With no prompting Dennis grabbed it and fitted it around my chest, tying the ends behind my back.
It looked like I was already too committed to back out.
Francine stood and reached for my hand to pull me off the ground. Dennis used his hand, which was still groping my bottom, to give me a push.
I gave in, but was quite hesitant at being on a court with these two who could thrash Angela with one hand.
Especially being so naked. Me and them. Naked. Naked Tennis. Who'd have thought?
I reached into my bag to grab my trainers. As I bent over, Dennis gave me a slap, which was halfway between a gentle pat and a full-on spank.
"GO, my little one. Or I may have to spank you again." Dennis said as I jerked upright.
"Oh thanks. Like that is a threat?" I said grinning to him.
Francine and Francois, both burst out laughing as if they were in on the joke.
I blushed again. Did I just put my foot in my mouth again?
With some trepidation I followed Francois on to the court.
He emptied a bag of about a dozen balls onto the ground, just outside of my serving area.
"Warm up. Just serve all these. Francine will return them, but do not follow."
I tried to serve. My first shot was a mess. It just felt so un-natural being naked. It was hot. It was exciting having all those eyes on me. But that made it hard to concentrate.
"Again." Francois encouraged.
By the third shot I was beginning to warm up and feel the shot with my muscles.
The fourth shot went pretty close to where I intended it. By the fifth and sixth I could almost forget there were others watching me.
When I ran out of balls, I was warm and limber and ready.
"Good. You do well." Francois said. He gabbled something fast in French to Francine who nodded in response. He threw all the balls back to her side of the court. Francine gathered them so that they were near but out of the way of her feet.
"Now watch." Francois said. "Watch her shoulders. Watch the angle of the racket. To start, do not watch the ball. Point to where the ball will go."
Francine bounced the ball, threw it, stretched up and lobbed the ball towards my corner.
As she gathered her energy to rise and strike, Francois said. "Point now."
I tried, even before the ball was in the air, I tried to guess where it would arrive.
I was wrong.
"Non. Look at her body. Look at what she does. First."
Francine served again. I tried to watch, though her superbly fit, naked, body was quite a distraction.
I got closer on the second guess.
"Better. Again."
We went through all dozen balls, and I could begin to see what he meant. I could see how the angle of the shoulders directed the weight of the racket. A certain amount of angle of the racket could give a small amount of spin to the ball, but that did not work well on a serve. It added too much uncertainty to the direction of the ball. It was really all in the shoulders.
"Good." Francois declared. "Now we play."
Francine served a slow shot to start, obviously giving me a chance.
It was fairly easy to see where the ball was going to go and position myself to hit it back. I thought I had a good chance of placing it far from where Francine was still moving to position herself, but she raced across her end of the court before the ball was half way. She lobbed it to my far corner. Point to Francine.
When I readied myself for her next serve, Francois came up behind me.
"Bend the knees more. Hold the racket looser, so that you can move to backhand or change hands if you need."
He came up behind me to wrap his arms around me, positioning my body and hands. I could feel his skin to my skin. I could feel his jock-strap nestle in my butt crack. I pushed back against him. Then realised what I had just done.
'Jeezuz how do you concentrate with that going on?'
"It is a practice. To concentrate." Francois said, with a smile in his voice. "To ignore the opponent as a person. To ignore the crowds. To focus on the things that matter. The shoulders. The racket and the ball."
As soon as Francois had backed away, Francine belted another serve at me. I managed to return a few, but only just. Then Francois had me serve, again with him close, holding me, adjusting my body and my arms.
It did not take long before I said. "Enough. Thank you for your help, but that is all I can take in one day."
"No problem." He said. "We enjoy teaching. And it put off the inevitable for a few moments."
"What?" I asked surprised.
"The payment for losing. There is always a winner and a loser."
"Oh." When I realised what he was saying.
I hugged them both to show my thanks.
Wow! So much naked flesh on flesh. Yummy.
I smiled as the three of us walked from the court.
Dennis handed us all cool drinks.
"And Now..." Francine announced with a smile.
"And we watch." Dennis announced.
"Hah. Of course. I remember that first time in Le Bois de Roi dans le Forêt de Fontainebleau. Climbing those rocks. Walking those trails. The jokes. Then the branch. I thought it was a joke." Francois said "And of course Dennis would watch."
"But then it was my turn." Francine smiled as she joined in. "Oh yes. And it is my turn today."
"Yes my love. Your turn today." Francois turned to waggle his muscular butt cheeks to the three of us.
I was not sure what all that meant, except that this was obviously not the first time they had spanked one or the other or both. Nor indeed was it the first time that Dennis had watched.
How little I really knew about him, but little glimpses came through.
"The spank first." Francine said, "Then showers."
