[ycoldwater]

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Lizzie completed her final lap of the track, crossing the line and gasping with the effort of her sprint. Miss Johnson clicked the stopwatch and looked approvingly at the time. As an ex-professional tennis player she knew that strength and stamina training were important alongside court time, so as part of her training she had Lizzie running round the 800m track, alternating her pace from a medium run to a sprint, which Lizzie found taxing, especially on a warm spring morning like this, with a clear blue sky and the sun already heating up the track, and Lizzie, despite the thin white vest and little shorts she was training in.

As a 19 year old sports science student Lizzie would need to up her game to qualify for adult events and Miss Johnson was determined to work her charge hard to achieve good results. Lizzie had the typical build of a tennis player, blonde, tall and graceful with toned but not overly muscled arms and legs. Her firm breasts needed no further support than the tight white vest she wore, though her hardened nipples were protruding and rubbing slightly against the sweaty ribbed fabric. Miss Johnson always insisted on Lizzie wearing minimal workout clothes as she felt this was good for allowing the skin to breathe. She seemed to approve of Lizzie’s choice not to wear underwear.

“You’re times are improving, Lizzie - good work! Before you get off to class there’s time for floor exercises.” Lizzie’s heart sank a little - she was already pretty exhausted and there would be little time to get back to her dorm and shower before her first class at this rate, but she knew better than to answer back: she wanted to impress this older women quite badly. Initially she had been shocked at her commanding attitude but she knew her reputation for success. Secretly it also excited her a little to obey and be admired. Perhaps that was why she dressed without underwear for these sessions.

If Lizzie knew the fantasies her coach entertained about her she might reconsider her clothing choices. Karen Johnston was a handsome woman in her mid 40s, slim, dark-haired and very fit. An ex-professional tennis player she had become a private coach and now worked for the College with talented students. After some confused years and minor scandals she was clear in her own sexuality: bisexual and dominant with a variety of kinks. While she worked hard to suppress these desires at work there was something about Lizzie that brought out her dark side: the eagerness to please combined with her gorgeous young body and pixie-cut blonde hair, plus the hints that she might (if she even acknowledged it yet) have some attraction towards her coach. The choice of dress for these workouts was a heavy hint, and her willingness to follow such a strenuous programme, even by Karen’s standards, made it hard to resist constructing fantasies. Karen was particularly excited to see if she could engineer one of these into reality this morning.

There followed another hard and comprehensive 30 minutes of crunches, planks, burpees and other intense floor exercises that left Lizzie flushed and very sweaty, her whole body glowing from the effort. However, she was beginning to worry seriously about being late for class. This was hard for her considering how eager she was to please. “Please, Miss Johnson, I really need to get ready for class now - do you mind if we call it a morning? I need to get showered and changed and there’s only about half an hour for that and some breakfast!”
Her coach looked irritated but then her expression changed, to a gleam in her eye that made Lizzie’s stomach lurch slightly. “I see! Well, we mustn’t be late for class. Don’t worry Lizzie, I know how to solve your problem. Bring your kit bag and follow me - quickly now!”

The track Miss Johnson used was part of the old sports facilities in the college, set away from a more modern and recent development. The College had been founded in the Victorian period with a mission to promote fitness in both body and mind. Initially promoting a Spartan regime for young men it had become mixed early relatively for such institutions, in the 1920s. In some of the older boarding houses black and white pictures of fresh-faced and vigorous young women, the physical cream of British youth, could be seen either posing or taking part in sports activity. Lizzie certainly fitted the profile of her forebears. The old cinder running track, surrounded by mature trees and with an old and now unused 1930s arts-and-crafts style sports pavilion gave this spot a slightly neglected but bucolic Chariots of Fire style atmosphere.

Lizzie grabbed her bag and jogged after Miss Johnson who was walking briskly towards the old pavilion at the side of the grounds. “In here, Lizzie! You’ve got a change of clothes in your bag and these facilities are still in good working order!” Lizzie, slightly unsure of what she meant, followed into the welcomingly cool and dark pavilion doorway, through to an old changing room with a large tiled shower area at one end. This was equipped with a line of conventional shower heads. Then, after a tiled partition, a complex metal-framed device sat on the floor in the recess created by the partition. Four pillar-like pipes were mounted on the floor in a square configuration. These stood vertically about 7 feet high before curving to meet, making a domed bird-cage structure. Mounted on each pillar were four horizontal shower heads facing the centre of the space and at the intersection above was a large circular shower head. The metal was a dull grey colour and the wide pipes had quite an industrial look to them. It looked like the kind of thing found in the bathroom of a nightmare abandoned lunatic asylum. On the wall to the side was a sign that read “MASSAGE SHOWER” and below this two simple control levers almost like bicycle cranks emerged from the wall with the words “TEMPERATURE” and “PRESSURE” above them. The temperature control had the words “Very Cold” and “Very Hot” written to either side on the wall, with arrows indicating which direction to push the control. The pressure control went from “Off” to “Max”. Although some tiles were cracked the cool dim room was clean and smelled of the tang of old fashioned coal tar soap. Lizzie surveyed the shower facilities with a mixture of unease and and undercurrent of erotic excitement.

“As you can see the shower facilities here are more than adequate for your needs. In fact, especially considering how hot you look, this is the ideal time to introduce an element I’ve wanted to include in your training regime - a cold shower.” As Karen spoke she felt her pulse race and was sure her face flushed slightly.
“Back in the 1930s cold showers were a regular part of any sports training, especially for more demanding events, as they help to promote self-discipline as well as tone and invigorate the body. It was always more of a masculine thing but nowadays we women shouldn’t shy away from them, even if they take a bit of getting used to! We’ll use this rather fine-looking multi-jet shower in the cubicle of course - as you can see it's designed to intensively massage your entire body all at once with needle-sharp jets and the water goes really cold...you're going to find this extremely stimulating, I think! Still, in at the deep end is my motto - you're a fit young girl and I'm sure you can take it."

Lizzie was shocked and embarrassed. Clearly, not only was she expected to strip naked in front of her trainer, but her cold shower would also be supervised! However, ashamed as she was to admit it, the idea had sent an erotic jolt through her body. She still felt sweaty all over and her muscles burned from her exertions. She wanted to please her coach and endure whatever was needed to improve her game…or was it more about submissively following instructions? Without further comment, though her cheeks were burning red, she stripped off her sweaty white vest, shorts, socks and trainers. She stood slightly awkwardly, feeling exposed and unsure where to put her hands. What if someone else happened to walk in? As she did so the shower sprang fiercely to life, the side water jets hissing powerfully and the downward shower supplying a deluge of water into the cubicle space. Miss Johnson, her hand on the pressure control lever, pulled this back to vertical, shutting off the jets and looked up eagerly at Lizzie. Lizzie turned towards the cubicle, her hands making fists at her sides and shuffling slightly on the spot. Her arousal was battling with her trepidation: the shower jets looked extremely strong and she could feel in the air that the water was ice-cold. Could she really stand the treatment her coach was proposing?

“Please Miss Johnson, I’m not sure I’ll be able to take the shock!”
“Nonsense, girl! A cold shower is just the thing after a training session - in you get! I want you to stand facing outward, legs spread and hands on your head.” Lizzie shuffled unwillingly into the cubicle. The tiled floor was cold and wet under her feet. She turned to see an excited looking Miss Johnson drinking in her naked form. “Come on now, hands on your head, elbows back. Spread your legs! No further! Now try to hold completely still until I say you can move.”
Lizzie felt stretched, exposed and a little humiliated in this position but also felt a familiar warmth between her legs and tightness in her nipples. Part of her wanted this, ashamed though she was by it. It was clear the body jets would find all her sensitive spots in this position but she determined to hold as still as she could as ordered.

Miss Johnson reached back to the shower control levers, her eyes still on her charge, who stood obedient and glowing with sweat and exertion, her toned body beautifully and submissively posed. There was a look of fear but determination in her eyes. Karen Johnson had been fantasising about this moment for the last few weeks, from the moment she discovered the showers when she had been nosing around in the old pavilion. She had even taken a cold shower herself but had only dared use the conventional showers further down the stall. The water really was ice-cold, and powerful too. It had left her tingling all over. She had visited a few times since, switching on the water for the multi-jet shower and watching the hard streams meet in a hissing vortex. She had to make sure everything was operational of course. It would be tough for Lizzie at first, but she would probably get used to the sensation in time. Even the most rugged male rugby player (for whom she guessed this was originally designed) would find it a challenge. Although she genuinely felt it would be very good for Lizzie she had also fantasised about seeing her charge undergo the procedure. Now it was happening for real. She intended for this to be part of every training session from now on. “Now, big breath and brace yourself…”

Karen pushed the temperature control lever right over to ‘Very Cold’ then pulled the pressure control fast down to ‘maximum’. Cold water immediately pelted Lizzie from all sides, as the vertical shower rained heavily down over her head. She yelped loudly in shock and struggled to keep the pose. Her mouth wide open she panted hard, trying to control her breathing. The body jets stung her skin all over from her knees up to her shoulders, the water thrumming against and bouncing off her armpits, breasts, belly and thighs on the front and down her back and buttocks behind. Her wide-legged stance allowed the two lower jets access to her most intimate region, while the downward jet rained heavily over her head. A single shower jet of water this cold and powerful would have been intense enough, but to be so engulfed in the water like this made it nearly unbearable. Still, Lizzie held herself as requested defiantly under the water jets. Miss Johnson stood in front of her, arms crossed, using her stopwatch to time the treatment. The water bounced hard off Lizzies body as her ribs moved with her panting and gasping, and streamed down on her head. It really did look like some kind of sadistic Victorian punishment.

After 45 seconds she shut the water down. Lizzie’s blonde bob was plastered to her head and she was still breathing hard, in through her nose and blowing out through her mouth. Her skin was flushed red and glistening with goosebumps beginning to appear all over and her nipples were hard and tight. Lizzie felt in shock from the water. Her skin was tingling fiercely all over almost like she had been flogged (she imagined) and she felt a strange sense of excitement that she had endured the experience. In fact it was more than that - she was extremely turned on. Miss Johnson admired the dripping wet and lithe naked girl in front of her and although she still felt aroused by what she had subjected her charge to, she felt a little pity too. “Well done, Lizzie. You can put your arms down now and dry off. I think that will do for today.” Lizzie’s response was a surprise that made her pulse race. Meekly the girl replied, between continuing gasps “Miss Johnson, I think I need another dose to complete the treatment. Would you let me have that, please?” “Yes of course, Lizzie! I’m pleased you’re responding so positively to this treatment. Hands back on your head and turn around, then!”


The water restarted. Lizzie gasped again as the hard cold jets sprang out unremittingly over her breasts, belly and armpits. The lower jets sprayed directly against her clitoris and she parted her legs further to allow the stinging water to stimulate her. From Karen’s perspective the view was extremely erotic. The girl’s near-orgasmic gasping and her trying to stay in her spread-eagles pose, on her toes and head beginning to tilt back as the sensation mounted were really arousing. Karen could feel herself getting wet and it took some willpower not to reach down between her own legs. She counted a generous 45 seconds and shut down the water again. Lizzie stood for a few moments, mouth open and gasping, the water streaming off her body before dropping her hands and grasping the pipework for support as her knees weakened.

“T-thank you, Miss Johnson, that was m-most invigorating.” she spluttered. “I can feel how good this is going to be for me.”
“I’m pleased you feel like that, Lizzie. I had thought that we should incorporate some cold water regularly in our sessions from now on. We can increase the time in 15 second increments and maybe introduce some further elements. There’s no reason why we can’t have you looking and feeling good as part of this, is there? A full body massage and perhaps a brisk scrub with soap and bristle brushes to exfoliate your body? Would you like that, Lizzie?”
“Yes, Miss Johnstone, that sounds like it will do me good. Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

Lizzie towelled off and dressed before leaving for her class, still gasping and shivering a little. She was dressed in another set of revealing sports clothes, her bare arms, shoulders and cheeks flushed from her recent experience. Karen watched her go, her heart racing. There was only one remedy for the way she felt. She undressed herself and reached down to touch her already throbbing clitoris and feel the wetness between her own legs. As she climaxed she started the cold shower once more and plunged her own body into its icy embrace. She deserved a good 5 minutes in there and would not allow herself to leave until the time was up. After all she needed to experience what she intended for Lizzie as her training continued.