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Mind-Control Panties Story 11: Adorable & Naughty Gymnasts

... her heart-shaped face full of her determination. Her coffee-brown skin set her apart from the others.

Vanessa, the bustiest of the three girls (if you could even say that), had the cutest butt. Her leotard always clung to her peachy ass perfectly. She wore her black hair in a braid that fell stiffly down her back. It didn't move much at all, keeping it out of any danger of getting caught.

The last girl was, sadly, my most hopeless student. Molly had all the enthusiasm for gymnastics, but she was also a tad clumsy. That was a bad trait to have for a gymnast. She was a redhead, her hair was cut short like my daughter's, her green eyes bright. Her happy smile, igniting the dimples in her freckled cheeks, always made me feel just a little bit better about myself. She just had an infectious joy about her. You could never be sad around Molly.

I pulled up into the college's parking lot and jumped out of my car. My yoga pants clung to me, my breasts jiggling in my sports bra. My tits were barely C-cups, not even my pregnancy with Katerina had swelled them up that much. I kept myself in great shape, my body as athletic as my girls'.

I was almost as limber, too.

They were just at the perfect age for doing gymnastics. After that, joints started getting sore, muscles pulled easier, and you just couldn't quite compete at the same level.

I grabbed my duffel bag and sauntered towards the gym door. I opened it up and smiled to see that the girls had already set out the large tumbling mats. They were in their leotards, each of them wearing a different color. My daughter's was pink, hugging her body. Thea had a bright-red one that contrasted with her skin and Vanessa's was an electric blue. Molly's wore a gray one that matched her leg warmers.

“You're almost late, Coach Bell,” Thea said, grinning at me.

Katerina shot Thea a look. My daughter then just smiled at me. “Hi, Mom, how was your day?”

“Oh, I had your dad fix that loose railing on the stairs. He was more than happy to do it.”

My daughter's cheeks went rosy. She knew what had happened after. I had explained to my daughter the same thing my mother had taught me. If her father did something good, he got a reward. After I explained this, Katerina had given me this look like it was utterly backward, something straight out of medieval times. She lapped up this modern nonsense taught these days. I did my best to correct her, but I was wondering how happy she would be. The old way served my mother and her mother and her mother before her.

It would serve my daughter, too.

I clapped my hands together. “Okay, kittens, let's do stretches.”

“Kittens?” Thea asked, the Black girl arching an eyebrow.

Vanessa giggled. “We're not kids, Coach Bell.”

“I love it,” Molly declared, clapping her hands together. Her small breasts jiggled in her leotard as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

“I do, too,” I said. My panties tingled like they had a slight electric current racing ...