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Date Posted: 12:52:43 06/03/17 Sat
For me, high school wasn't the idyllic time portrayed in the movie "Grease". A lot of guys in my class were dating girls then, but, for some reason, I didn't seem to have any interest in girls.
I had just discovered the forbidden pleasures of masturbation. However, it was like having a terrible itch that I was not permitted to scratch in public. I didn't really understand it at first, but when I did it, I noticed that I would be thinking about other boys. It became quite an addiction for me, and I just couldn't get enough of it. Especially when I was in the boys' locker room in gym class, the urge to do it was overwhelming. One time, I gave in to that urge. I went into the boys' bathroom. There was no one else in there. So I relieved that "itch" at a urinal.
When I was finished, I turned around and was shocked to find my gym coach standing there! He had apparently witnessed my entire "performance". He told me, "You can't do that at school! This is serious. You have to be punished. However, I won't embarrass you in front of the other boys if you come back here at the end of the day to receive your punishment."
After my last class, I returned to the gym as the coach had ordered. After making sure there was no one else still in the building, he locked the outer doors. Then he practically dragged me by the arm to the gymnastics room. He told me to take off all my clothes. I was embarrassed, but I did as he ordered. He told me to go over to the "gym horse" in the middle of the room and hold on to the 2 handles on top of it. Then he picked up the wooden paddle he always carried around with him. I knew he was going to spank me with it. I was trembling with fear, and I held on to those handles with a death grip.
The first stroke of his paddle was worse than I ever imagined. I yelled when I felt its impact on my butt. Then, I felt a tingling sensation that quickly turned into a sharp burning pain. When I saw the coach raise that paddle for a 2nd stroke, fear got the best of me. I let go of those handles and ran toward the doors on the opposite side of the room. I tried to escape through those doors, but I discovered they were locked!
The coach ordered me to come back to the gym horse for the rest of my punishment, but I told him his paddle hurt too much. Then, he yelled in a loud booming voice that put the fear of God into me, "You better come back here right this minute or your punishment is going to get a lot worse!" Hesitantly, I returned to the gym horse, all the while moaning in fear of the punishment that was waiting for me there. Then the coach said, "I guess I'm going to have to make sure you don't run away again." He pulled some cord out of his pocket and tied each of my wrists to the handles on that gym horse.
Then, the coach said, "Now, you're going to get the punishment you need!" I screamed each time his paddle slammed into my butt. I tried to yank my hands free, but it was to no avail. Then, I tried to escape from his paddle by moving my butt from side to side, but the coach responded by holding me still with his strong left hand on my shoulder, while his right hand administered the punishing strokes with his paddle. I cried out tearfully, "Please! No more! It hurts so bad!" Then, the coach replied in an angry tone, "Punishment is supposed to hurt bad!"
After several more strokes of the paddle, I was crying non-stop. I yelled out, "I promise I'll never do it again." Strangely, that brought a brief smile to the coach's face, but then, he looked more serious as he continued to spank me with his paddle again and again. My butt felt like it was on fire. Finally, he informed me that my punishment was now over with, and he hoped I had learned my lesson. However, I was still crying from the pain. He untied my hands and told me I could put my clothes back on and go home.
[Unbeknownst to the punished student, after he had left the gym, his coach went into the boys' bathroom and began jerking off at the same urinal the boy had used, while he played back scenes of the boy's punishment in his mind. He recalled his incredible "luck" in discovering the boy masturbating in the bathroom. It gave the coach the perfect excuse for administering severe corporal punishment. Up until then, the boy had been a model student, one of the few in his class to have escaped discipline with the coach's paddle. The coach recalled the look of terror on the boy's face when he had caught him masturbating. The boy knew he would no longer remain a "virgin" when it came to experiencing the coach's paddle. And the coach knew he would now have the opportunity to demonstrate his concern for the boy's "physical education" by applying his firm stiff paddle to the boy's receptive buttocks. But the coach's paddle had been too much for the inexperienced lad to bear. Recalling the boy's terrible screams of pain gave the coach the feeling of total domination over the young boy.]
For the curious, this story is fiction, but it's not that far off the mark. It was actually inspired by one of my gym teachers who always carried a wooden paddle with him and used it without hesitation on one or more unlucky boys at virtually every class session. I describe the reality this fantasy was based on in my factual post titled "High School Phys. Ed. Paddlings".
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