High School P. E.

by Chris

This is fiction!

I had a high school P. E. teacher that treated me different from the rest of the class. He was my dad.

The first thing he did was to give me a different dress code than the rest of the class. The rest of the class were supposed to wear any kind of shorts or jogging pants and a T-shirt, and I had to wear a jock-strap with protective cup and a plain white T-shirt that didn't even come down to the top strap of the jock-strap. So anybody that wanted to see my butt, most of the time "red", could.

The second thing he did was that I had to exercise while the rest of the class played games, like basketball, cone ball, dodgeball -- wait, I got to play dodge ball but I was the only one that had to dodge, and they threw tennis balls at me from about 15 ft. away. It hurt like hell.

The third thing he did was that while everyone else was taking showers after class he took me over his knee right out in the middle of the dressing room shower area. He would then spank me till the bell rang, and I would have to then take a shower, get dressed, and get to my next class in 4 min. Needless to say, I was late everyday and for that I got "THE TREATMENT" at home every single day.

"THE TREATMENT" consisted of me getting spanked with a paddle the whole time my family was eating. (Of course, my brothers took their time so that I would get several licks with the paddle) I didn't get to eat dinner the whole time I was in his class.

Another thing he would do was to give me homework. He would make me do push-ups and stuff like that for about 4 hours every night. He wouldn't let me have a life.

I'm now 25 years old with 2 kids and a wife, and any time I'm at home I still get "THE TREATMENT". AND IT STILL HURTS LIKE HELL!

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