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Date Posted: 09:45:49 11/10/18 Sat
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Stan
's message, "The Paddle" on 13:34:25 11/08/18 Thu
>[ This is a sequel to my earlier story titled "The
>Coach", but it can be read independently.]
>
>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.
Sometimes, coach's reaction on young payers mistakes is TOO quick but it's his privilege -
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