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Date Posted: 09:38:14 11/10/18 Sat
>[ This is a sequel to my earlier story titled "The
>Coach", but it can be read independently.]
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>I still live in the area where I grew up. The high
>school I went to was only a couple miles away.
>
>One day, I was shopping at a nearby department store
>when I saw someone who looked strangely familiar. I
>couldn't place him at first, but it finally dawned on
>me that he was my gym teacher in high school. I walked
>over to him and inquired, "Coach Johnson?", and he
>replied "Yes?" I told him I was in his gym class 20
>years ago. He said he had some errands to do that
>afternoon, but he asked me if I would like to come
>over to his place that evening for dinner and we could
>talk over old times. When I said yes, he gave me his
>address and phone number.
>
>When I arrived at his place, Coach suggested we go out
>for an early meal. He drove me to a nearby restaurant
>where he treated me to a steak dinner. While we were
>eating, our conversation remained cordial, but
>somewhat "superficial". He said he was still teaching
>at the high school. I asked him about some of my other
>teachers and whether they were still teaching at the
>school. There were things I was reluctant to discuss
>with him in public, and I think he sensed that. So,
>after driving me back to his house, he invited me to
>stay for a few hours, and I accepted.
>
>This gave me the opportunity to discuss more
>"sensitive" matters with him. In particular, I wanted
>to find out whether his views on the use of corporal
>punishment had changed much after all those years. I
>was afraid that if I was too straightforward, it might
>put him on the defensive. So I approached the topic
>indirectly. I told Coach I still remembered the first
>time he used his paddle on me in high school. He said
>he remembered it too. He had caught me masturbating in
>the boys' bathroom in the gym. He told me the
>seriousness of the offense had required the severest
>of punishments. "Boy, I don't think I ever heard a kid
>holler as loud as you did that day when I laid it on
>with the paddle!" I was a little surprised that Coach
>could talk so casually about an experience that had
>been so traumatic to me. Then he added,
>"Unfortunately, the school administration won't let us
>use the paddle on students anymore. And it shows. The
>students no longer have any respect for authority!"
>
>Then, Coach's demeanor appeared less serious. He said
>he wanted to show me something. My curiosity was
>piqued. When we entered his bedroom, I saw a wooden
>paddle prominently displayed on the wall! Coach told
>me he kept the paddle he had punished students with as
>a reminder of the "good old days". He removed it from
>the wall and let me feel it, but he kept a tight grip
>on the handle. I got a hard-on as I ran my fingers
>over the surface of Coach's paddle, and I think he
>noticed it too. It brought back memories of the many
>paddlings I had received in Coach's class. Then, I got
>even more aroused when he began rubbing his paddle
>playfully back and forth across the seat of my pants.
>A smile appeared on his face when he saw the effect it
>was having on me. I knew he was trying to seduce me,
>but I couldn't prevent my body from responding
>automatically to his advances. Then, he gently tapped
>my rear end with light, measured strokes of his
>paddle. Those strokes gradually got heavier, not
>enough to cause any real pain, but the loud sound his
>paddle made when it struck the seat of my jeans
>deceived me into thinking I was now immune to the
>sting of his paddle (which I suspect was Coach's
>intention all along). With each stroke, I felt my
>resistance melting away, and I KNEW he would
>eventually have his way with me.
>
>Coach asked me if I ever wondered whether his paddle
>would hurt as much NOW as it did when I was in high
>school? And I confessed the thought had crossed my
>mind. Then, he said, "How would you like to find out
>right now?" That turned out to be a rhetorical
>question. Before I could answer him, he had walked
>over to the bedroom closet and pulled out a sawhorse
>which he promptly set up in the middle of the room. In
>his no-nonsense way, he told me to take off all my
>clothes and lie across the sawhorse. Old habits die
>hard and I found myself automatically submitting to
>his authority. My dick got hard as I lay my ass bare
>for Coach's pleasure. Coach rubbed his hands across my
>exposed ass. Then, he began spanking my buns with his
>right hand. It didn't really hurt all that much but
>only served to whet my appetite for more punishment.
>No doubt, this was intended to head off any resistance
>to his next move.
>
>Coach reminded me that I had attempted to escape the
>first time he used his paddle on me in high school. So
>he decided he better tie me down to the sawhorse.
>Before I could stop him, he had secured my hands, and
>then my feet, to leather restraints that were attached
>to the sawhorse. Once I was tied down, he announced
>threateningly, "Now, I'm going to turn your butt a
>painful shade of RED!" I experienced terror when I
>realized there was no longer any possibility of escape
>from the punishment he had in store for me. My heart
>was pounding as I waited to feel the full wrath of
>Coach's paddle.
>
>He gripped the handle of his paddle firmly with his
>right hand, drew it back, and then slammed it against
>my butt! It knocked the wind out of me. Then, I felt a
>"tingling" as the blood rushed back into my rear end.
>He let me have it again with his paddle, this time
>with even greater force. I let out an enormous yell.
>Each stroke of his paddle delivered a tremendous shock
>to my entire body and was accompanied by a burning
>pain which grew ever more intense. I now had the
>answer to my question. His paddle felt every bit as
>painful NOW as it did when I was in high school! I
>told him I couldn't take any more. Then, he replied,
>"It's good to know I haven't lost my touch, but Son,
>your punishment isn't anywhere near over with! 10
>strokes of the paddle may have been quite sufficient
>to correct a young lad in high school, but an adult
>requires a lot more punishment!" And the strokes of
>his paddle continued unchecked. I was yelling almost
>continuously now, but he showed me no mercy. That
>paddle of his was relentless. In all, he gave me 50
>strokes!
>
>Then, Coach hung the paddle back up on the wall, but
>it remained in my sight as a threatening reminder that
>he could resume my punishment at any time. I continued
>to cry for several more minutes. I experienced
>humiliation having been reduced to total submission by
>the severity of the punishment. When he finally
>released me, Coach said, rather ominously, "No one
>ever outgrows the need for the paddle!"
>
>For the curious, this story is a complete fantasy.
In the 9th grade when I was 14 my gym coach made me the towel boy my job was to go in early from gym class and get the showers and the towels ready for the other boys when they came in. We were all required to shower everyday unless you had a note from home because you were sick or we didn't dress for gym that day. Coach was very strict about taking a shower he came in the locker room and watched to see that every boy took a shower. That meant not just getting you legs wet but getting all wet and using soap. He watched as the boys washed in the shower. For almost every boy in the 7th grade getting naked and showering with other boys was embarrassing as hell the first few weeks of school I remember most of the boys trying to cover their dicks and take a shower, coach would yell, “Use both hands!” I think we were forced to dress and shower to get us ready to join the army later because the draft still got a lot of boys in those days.
I liked getting to be the towel boy because I showered alone and was in the towel cage before any of the other boys came in. Usually I only had time to get dry so I would be naked or maybe in my underpants while I handed out the towels but the other boys couldn't see me below my belly button. Coach always came in the cage to ask if everything was all right, he mostly saw me naked but I didn't mind because he seemed more like a dad, ya know? I could see most of the locker room from the cage and saw all the naked boys as they came to me all wet for a towel I saw all the naked bottoms hurrying off to get dry and dressed.
One day while coach was watching the boys shower one of them was in the locker area taking off his gym clothes and planning to get dressed in his school clothes without talking a shower he almost got away with it but coach saw him and walked over to him.
“And just what do you think your doing son?” He didn't wait for an answer, oh did I mention that coach never went anywhere without his paddle?
“Take you underpants off and get out here!” He demanded of the boy. Soon the underpants were lying on the bench and the boy was bent over hands on the same bench legs spread ready for a paddling. All the boys had stopped what they were doing to watch as coach gave him three swats on his bare bottom. His butt turned a nice shade of red as did his eyes as he cried his way to the shower he had tried to get out of, “Unless the rest of you want a paddling as well you better get back into the shower and finish up!” The other boys scurried back to the shower or to finishing dressing if they had already showered.
I had watched the boy's paddling closely since he had been right outside my gage I'd seen each swat smack his bottom and with each swat my dick got harder. When coach came in to ask how things were going I tried to hid it from him but he saw it, “I see you enjoyed watching Tommy get paddled, did you shower today Dennis you hair seems a bit dry?” He felt my head as he asked the question.
I was a bit scared by his tone, “Yes sir coach I just used an extra towel to dry it good.”
“I see, you used a second towel?” His tone got me worried.
I might be in trouble boys were only allowed one towel, “Ya sir I was really cold and didn't have time to get dressed before the first boy was getting out of the shower so I used two, I'm sorry I won't do it again.”
“See that you don't young man. Now bend over.” I bent over sure I was going to get the paddle for the first time, then he pulled my little underpants down just enough so my bottom was uncovered and gave me three hard spanks with his hand he pulled up my undies and walked away. Those spanks stung a lot and I started to rub my bottom but I kinda liked it coming from him. My dick was now so hard it hurt in my tight undies.
A few days later in was really cold and when I went in to get the showers ready I didn't really want to take a shower because the water was always so cold when I first turned it on the other boys got nice hot showers by the time they got there because of me. Usually I get undressed and then turn on all the showers then take my shower then go into the towel cage and dry off but on this day I just got my feet wet and my hair a little wet then I took a towel and dried off and got ready to hand out towels. I knew if coach caught me I get paddled but it was just so cold I took the chance.
The boys all streamed in stripping and hurrying to take showers all the naked bottoms were soon wet and soapy I loved seeing all those wet bottoms I would look to see the red bottom from one of coach's paddlings during gym class he almost always gave at least one kid a paddling during class. When coach came into to ask me how things were going I was scared he might figure out I hadn't showered but he felt my head and said, “I see you didn't use a second towel today.”
“No sir I don't want to be paddled.”
“Is that so? Then if you don't want to get paddled you better keep being a good boy.” Then he left. I had gotten away with it, cool.
During the next two weeks I didn't shower three times when it was cold and coach didn't know. Then one day I was in his office at noon eating lunch like I did some days and talking about stuff when coach said to me, “Dennis I am very happy with how responsible you have been doing the towel boy job. A lot of boys take advantage of getting in early with on one watching them and they don't shower but you have been a good boy haven't you?”
I said, “Thanks coach, ya I have been a good boy.” but I was thinking if only he knew (hehe.) The only problem was for the rest of the day I started to feel bad about how I had been fooling him and if he found out he would be very disappointed in me I knew I was never going to cheat that way again and I took a shower the rest of the week. I really liked coach like a dad and started to feel bad about lying to him. Now every time he came in to the towel cage I felt guilty because I knew I had lied and I had the feeling he might know it and just wasn't saying anything.
The whole next week I was feeling more and more guilty I really liked coach and didn't want him to not like me because I lied so on Friday when he came into the towel cage I asked him, “Ah, coach sir I...Ah well I need to talk to you about something can I see you at lunch, sir?”
“Sure but why don't you tell me now?”
“Ah well it will take too long I don't what to be late for my next class and it, ah its personal, ya know?”
“I see fine I will be in my office for lunch see you then.” I felt my tummy doing flip-flops cause I felt scared I know he's going to paddle me when I tell him but I really feel bad I need to tell him.
At lunchtime I knocked on his door and he said come in. I opened the door and the first thing I saw was his paddle lying on the table next to his desk I had to pick it up and move it so I could set my lunch down.
“Hello Dennis have a seat, now what did you need to talk to me about?”
Oh man I was so scared I know I'm going to have a very sore bottom soon but I have to just do it and get it over with, “Coach, Ah, well, I'm sorry I really am it has really been bugging me all week I mean I just keep thinking about it and oh I'm so sorry I really really mean it I haven't done it again and I promise I won't do it again so please do you have to punish me because I'm really very sorry and I won't do it again honestly.”
“I see your really sorry about what you have done I can see that and I can see it has upset you for awhile but Dennis, what did you do? Now calm down and tell me son”
I realized I hadn't told him what I had done, “Well I, ah I didn't take a shower, four times, but it was real cold and I well I just you know....”
Coach sat up and gave me the look, you know that look that when you get it you know your in big trouble, “I see so that is why you have been acting different when I have come into the towel cage I noticed you have been getting dressed before I get there is that because you felt guilty and thought I'd paddle you so you wanted you jeans on?”
“Yes sir I was scared I know I deserve a spanking I just hope you will still trust me that is why I had to tell you I don't want you to not trust me, I'm sorry, are you going to spank me now?”
Coach relaxed back into his chair and said, “I knew you had not showered. You are a very naughty boy Dennis. I am very disappointed in you for trying to fool me. I didn't say anything hoping you would admit it and now I am happy that you have. I was sure that you would feel bad about lying to me I could tell you want to be a good boy. But you do need to be punished don't you?”
“Yes sir I guess.”
“You said you deserved a spanking and I think that is what you should get a good old fashion over the knee bare bottom spanking for lying to me. And then three swats with the paddle for each day you didn't shower that was four days right?”
Oh shit that's a lot of swats, “Yes sir twelve swats sir.” My voice volume had dropped way down I was very scared about getting that many swats.“
“I see you can do simple math now go lock the door.”
I went to the door to lock it and was so scared my hands were shaking as I worked the lock. Then I turned around and coach had moved his big chair into the center of the room and was sitting there patting his lap as I walked to him.
As I stood in front of him he began to un-buckle my belt and I started to feel my dick getting hard. Why was my dick getting hard? I was so scared and now he was going to see my hard dick!
“Son I am very happy that you have admitted what you did and that you want to regain my trust so that is why I am giving you a spanking as well as the paddling I have to really tan you hide boy if you want to keep your job, you do want to still be the towel boy right?” He said as he pulled my jeans down.
“Yes sir, I'm sorry please don't spank me too hard.”
Then he pulled my underpants down and my boner popped out, “Well son a spanking has to hurt if it is to do any good, but I can see you are very excited about getting a spanking!”
I was so embarrassed I felt my face turn as red as my bottom would soon be, “NO I'm scared about getting spanked I don't know why it got hard really coach,” I pleaded.
Coach chuckled and patted my bottom saying, “I understand son sometimes boys get hard for no reason but I bet you won't stay hard long.” Then he lifted me onto his lap and I knew I was about to get it good.
SPANK SPANK SPANK
I tried to take it like a man as my dad always said when he spanked me but before I knew it I was yelping and crying out kicking my legs and finally I started to cry. I felt my bottom burning from his big hand spanking me hard and my eyes were filled with tears. I really felt bad that I had lied to him and I'm sure that is one reason I started to cry so soon.
The spanking stopped and he stood me up I started to bounce from foot to foot holding my bottom and crying but coach bent me over and said, “Dennis hands on the chair and spread you legs apart!”
I stood up crying, “No Coach my butt hurts too much please don't paddle me!”
He stood there calmly holding the paddle; he was always calm when he punished a boy I never saw him get angry he sometimes had a big smile on his face when he paddled a boy. “Now son you get into position now or I will give you extra swats understand?”
I knew he would, I'd seen him add swats to boys who hadn't bent over when they were told to so I bent over and spread my legs as wide as I could, my jeans were still around my ankles.
SMACK “OOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!”
SMACK “OOOHHH PPLEASE COACH IT HURTS!!!”
SMACK “AAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!” I started to cry even harder than before.
“That is for the first day you didn't shower. Now you just stay there and don't move I'll give you a little break.”
Oh shit my butt hurt it was on fire I wanted to rub it so bad. The sting was just starting to ease a little when he walked behind me and said, “Now for day two.”
SMACK “OOOOWWWAAAAHHH!!!!!!!”
SMACK “OOOSHHIITT THAT HURTS COACH !!!”
Watch your language boy or you'll get extra.“
Then he smacked me even harder. SMACK “AAAHAHAHAHAOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!” The tears were really running down my face now I was lifting my feet one at a time trying to make the stinging burning feeling go away.
“Stop moving Son or I will have to give you extra, now we are half way done lets get the next three done right away.”
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK
“AAAAAWWWWWOOOOWWWWWWWOOOOUUUCCCHHHHHH!!!!!”
He put his hand on my back just above my butt crack and held me down, “Just hold on son only three more to go I'll let you have a little break.”
I kept my feet on the floor and my hands planted while I cried like a baby hoping he'd let me off with only the nine swats.
Feeling my bottom he said, “Well now you do have a nicely tanned little bottom son I think you are going to find it very hard to sit for the rest of the day and maybe tomorrow as well.”
He was rubbing my sit spot where all the paddle swats had landed, his hand felt good on my sore bottom.
“Lets finish this son get ready for the last three.”
SMACK “OOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!” Not as hard as the last three.
SMACK “OOHHHAAAWWWWAAAAA!!!”
SMACK “AAAHHHHHOOOWWWWIIIIAMMMSOOOOSORRY!!!!!”
“I bet you are! That is the best tanning I have given this year, so far.”
I just stayed there bent over crying then I felt coach's hand rubbing my sore bottom and saying, “You're a good boy you took that like a man, it's ok to cry you cry all you want son.” He just kept rubbing my bottom and it felt good. After I stopped crying real hard I stood up and coach gave me a big hug and said, “Son I know you bottom hurts a lot now and your mad at me for spanking you so hard but I am very happy you told me the truth, all is forgiven we won't talk about it any more as long as you take your shower everyday.”
“I started to cry again because I felt the guilt kinda leaving me and said,”I'm not mad coach I'm glad you spanked me I was feeling so bad before I'm feeling much better now except for my butt of course.“Then we both laughed at what I had said and he gave me a few tender pats on my bottom and another big hug then said,”Well you better get dressed, wash you face and eat you lunch, I will write a note for you next teacher so she know why you may not want to sit.“
I did just that and while I was eating he said, “I am supposed to send a note home to your parents about you spanking but I'm not sure I need to I tanned your back side pretty good do you think I should send a note home? Will you get another spanking if I do?”
“Ya my dad will spank me, 'spanked at school! Spanked at home!' That's what he always says.”
“Well Dennis I think you have been spanked enough and this really was an issue that was between you and me right?”
“Yes I guess.”
“Good then no note now don't let me down I don't want to have to punish you again for this because next time it will be in the locker room so all the other boys can see you get it understand?”
“Yes sir.” For the rest of the day my butt was hot and tingling and my dick was hard most of the time as well. Now that it was over I liked the feelings I was getting in my butt and when I got home I went straight to the bathroom and played with myself.
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