This story is based on experiences I had in the past with school corporal punishment, particularly the paddlings I got from various coaches. I was no stranger to the coachs paddle, and in fact I learned some very valuable life lessons while getting my backside tanned with the old board of education. Feel free to e-mail me with questions, comments, or stories of your own. Enjoy.
Remember your high school days? Back when you were in freshmen PE class or you were on the varsity baseball or football team? Those were some fun times, werent they? Fun, but at the same time a little scary. Scary because your old coach ruled his class with an iron fist, and a fierce wooden board. He commanded the utmost obedience from his players, and he knew how to get it if they failed to live up to his expectations. You kind of respected this man, even looked up to him, but you dared not cross him or disobey his orders. Back on the first day of practice, Coach had gone over a long list of rules with everyone. To him, things were really simple: follow the rules and there wouldnt be any problems. Of course, if you screwed up, then he would make sure you had some BIG problems...and fast. Yep, it was no secret that Coach would take out his paddle and bust your butt almost on the drop of a dime. He even showed you the paddle hed use on you if you got out of line. While he was explaining the rules, he had walked around with the board in his back pocket. What a sight that was! Here was this man, who you already feared and respected because of the stories youd heard from your older brothers and friends, standing in front of you, explaining how before the year was up, each and every one of us would probably get a good dose of the board applied to our backsides on at least one occasion. Right then and there, you vowed that he would be wrong. No way in hell were you going to mess up and have to get busted. Nope! Just wasnt going to happen. You didnt care how many times Coach had paddled your older brother. With you, it was going to be different. All you had to do was follow the rules and give your best effort, and your butt would be fine. No problem.
After that first day of practice, things went fine for you for a long time. Here it was the middle of October, and you hadnt gotten into trouble even once. This was going to be a piece of cake! Still, you were wary of what would happen if you messed up. Some of your buddies had already screwed around and found themselves taking licks in coachs office. You had heard the distinctive sounds of wood hitting butt skin coming from behind closed doors in coachs office while you were getting dressed in the lockerroom. You knew how the guy on the receiving end felt, and you felt sorry for him in a way, but you were mainly glad it wasnt you in there. By the sounds of the licks you heard, coach really knew how to swing a board, and you definitely didnt want any part of that! Coach had a reputation for really lighting a fire on guys backsides. Hed been coaching and swatting butt for 25 years. He was a real pro at both, that was for _d_a_m_n_ sure. You were glad to be learning from a man with such great experience, but in the back of your mind, there was always that one lesson you didnt want to learn from him. You kept telling yourself that you could do it. You could steer clear of trouble and Coachs paddle. Of course at some level, you knew that was too much to hope for. After all, you were just a regular guy. What made you so special that you could get through the whole year without taking licks from Coach? It wasnt as if you were all that well behaved in the first place. Hell, the Principal had already paddled you this year and would probably do so again before the year was up. You had a knack for getting into trouble...stirring things up...you couldnt help it. In fact, the truth be told, you kind of enjoyed causing problems for teachers and being sent to the office. No, you didnt enjoy getting your butt paddled, but you did enjoy the attention and respect it brought to you. Bragging to your friends about taking a good hard paddling from the principal or the shop teacher felt great! . It ma de you feel like a man...proud and strong. Even still, you feared Coach and his paddle. His reputation for inflicting pain on the backsides of students was overwhelming in your mind, and you just didnt want to test fate. It was much better to stay on the right path in his class, and to keep your butt safe.
Well, unfortunately for you, you were not perfect. You had a tendency to get yourself into trouble, just like any other guy on the team. Finally, after three months of unbelievably good behavior, you did it. You screwed up big time and Coach caught you. Whether it was snapping towels at your buddies in the showers, unsportsmanlike behavior on the field, or just plain goofing off, it didnt matter one bit to Coach. You were in big trouble, and you knew it. As soon as you screwed up and heard Coach bellow out your last name, things went downhill for you fast. That old familiar feeling in your stomach came back. It felt like you had swallowed a thousand butterflies and they were all fluttering around like crazy in your queasy stomach. Your legs felt a little weak...almost like jelly. Was it because of the grueling practice youd just been through or was it because of your impending meeting with Coachs paddle? One thing was for sure, there was no doubt in your mind that very soon your butt was going to be set on fire. No one was ever called into Coachs office for any other reason than to have his butt heated up. So, as you walked toward the door to his office, all the guys stopped what they were doing and just stared at you. Some were dead silent, recalling their own fateful trips to the office. Others seemed to be enjoying themselves, taunting you about what was about to happen. You didnt want to look too scared about the whole thing, so you gave them a sly grin and made some macho comment back at them, as if to say this was going to be alright. You could take it just fine. But inside, you were as nervous as hell. Your heart was pounding and your hands were beginning to get sweaty. This was going to be bad...really bad.
After you entered Coachs office and closed the door, you were suddenly in a whole new world. No longer were you in the safe and familiar lockerroom with all your friends and teammates, but you were in the dreaded office...where Coach doled out red-hot lessons on the butts of misbehaving guys. How in the hell had you gotten yourself into this mess? Oh yeah, the same way youd gotten yourself into countless other messes at school. You had never looked forward to paying the price for those messes before, but you had also never really been scared either. But this time you were scared...scared out of your mind. Coach didnt waste any time at all. He immediately started lecturing you long and hard. You looked straight at him, daring not to look away for fear he would think you werent listening to him. He was definitely mad. His teeth were almost clenched and his face was slightly flushed as he yelled at you. You could see his lips moving, but you couldnt hear the words that were coming out, because you couldnt help but notice out of the corner of your eye that he was already holding the board that would soon be applied with unbelievable force to your backside. That piece of wood looked mighty mean! It was long and thick and had holes drilled down the blade. Even its dark varnished color looked scary to you. But even scarier was the way Coach was gripping it. He had a firm, tight grip on its handle...the kind of grip a baseball player has on his bat. The kind of grip that would lead to a full force swing. The kind of grip that would sear a burning message of hot pain across your butt in just a few short moments.
Moments later, your trance is abruptly broken by the most dreaded words in the English language...drop your pants. Your mind racing, your heart pounding, you reach down and tug your gym shorts down, letting them drop to your ankles. Your moment is here. This is it. This is what youve been dreading and trying to avoid for months. Theres no turning back now. Once your pants are down, you immediately feel exposed and vulnerable, as a cool rush of air touches your jockstrap-framed bare butt. Coach walks behind you, then issues your final set of orders...now bend over and grab your ankles. Slowly, but surely you obey. Here you are in the middle of coachs office, with your pants down around your ankles, bending over with both hands firmly gripping your ankles, your bare butt fully exposed. You stare straight down at the floor, waiting for the paddle to do its job. Youve spent many a day staring at the floor while a teacher or principal punished you, but never like this. You think to yourself, how many times do I have to look at this _d_a_m_n_ floor before I get the message? When will I learn how to stay out of trouble? Your thoughts are cut short when you fell the cold blade of Coachs paddle rubbing back and forth across your butt. Goosebumps raise up all over your body and your butt begins to tingle in anticipation of the pain thats about to come. Coach then gently taps your bottom a couple of times, perfecting his swing. Then, he draws back. In a split second, the loud POP of wood meeting bare butt skin suddenly thunders through the office and a searing wave of stinging pain erupts across your butt. You squeeze your ankles hard, squint your eyes, and grit your teeth. Your butt cheeks clench a couple of times. Never have you felt such pain! Without warning or a breather in between, Coach rears back and slams that board into your naked ass again. Once again, the unbelievably loud and crisp sound of butt meat getting swatted with a board echoes through the office, and you imme! diately feel an even sharper stinging sensation across your backside. This time, your head pops up and your hands ride halfway up to your knees. Your butt is quivering like crazy and it feels like it is literally on fire. Again with no warning, the third and final lick is applied to your sore buns. The sound, the sting, and you let out a loud grunt of pain. Youve had all you can handle, but you dont dare get up until Coach tells you to. Coach walks around to his desk and puts the dreaded paddle back in the drawer. He then tells you to get up and get out of here. You quickly raise up, and pull your gym shorts back over your scorched butt. As you walk out the door, you massage your butt cheeks with both hands. The sting has now turned into a burn, and it feels like it just keeps getting hotter and hotter back there. You think you could probably fry an egg on your butt its so hot right about now!
Once you walk back into the lockerroom, your friends gather around and ask you about your ordeal, but you dont feel much like talking. Even though youre in pain right now, you suddenly get a feeling of great pride and accomplishment. You just took a hard paddling from one of the most legendary paddlers in school history, and you lived to tell about it. Not only that, but you walked out of that office with your head held high, without a tear in your eye. You had taken your licks like a man. Not once did you cry out and not once did you get out of position. Youre proud, but in serious pain. Coach had taught you a valuable lesson that day...a lesson that youll never forget. In life, there are consequences to your actions. And in Coachs class, those consequences are always a very red and very sore butt.