The most memorable and severe spanking of my life occurred as a boy of 14 at the hands or should I say paddle of the gym coach. The story of how I arrived there is as follows:
Up to that point in life I had been a model kid. Sure, I was occasionally taken across my dad's knees but for the most part I was a good son. Then I fell in with the wrong crowd and was getting in trouble at school. Mr. White, a favorite teacher of mine, had noticed the change in my behavior and when he caught me smoking in the boy's room he finally intervened. I thought I was going to get it right then but instead he told me to see him after school.
Once the bell rang I reported to his classroom. He explained that he had thought long and hard about how I had been acting lately. Matter of factly he told me I had a choice. He would either call my dad or I could accept whatever punishment he deemed fit. Having been spanked by my dad, I decided to go with Mr. White's punishment. At the worst he couldn't possibly paddle me as hard as dad would since he was a much smaller man. Having chosen, he told me to come prepared for punishment one hour before school started the next day.
As I walked to school the next morning I wondered what would happen. Mr. White met me at the front door then led me to the gym. I wondered why we were going there. Once inside we headed to the coach's office. Mr. Mosely, a tall athletic man with large arms and a barrel chest was sitting at his desk with an oversized ping pong paddle lying on top. Yep, I was going to get a paddling but I still couldn't figure out why we were in the gym. Then Mr. White explained he thought Coach Mosely could do a much more adequate job of paddling than he could. He also explained that I was to take my paddling on the bare bottom. I started to protest but Mr. White reminded me of his offer to call my dad. Reluctantly I agreed to the paddling.
I was then lead into the gym, to the gymnastics horse. At this point I was ordered to remove my pants and underwear. How embarrassing it was to stand there with my bare white ass exposed while Mr. White lectured me. Finally I was told to bend over the horse and spread my legs shoulder width apart. This was humiliating. I was totally exposed but I didn't have long to dwell on that before the first whack of the paddle landed in the center of my bare bottom. It sounded like a firecracker exploding inside the gym. I gasped at the sting of the paddle but I was determined I wouldn't cry. The next four blows came about 5 seconds apart. As tears started to come, I heard Mr. White say I should be warmed up now and ready for the real paddling.
At that point the paddle really started working my bare ass and upper thighs. In the position I was in, legs spread wide, even my ass hole was being paddled. The sensation was incredible. As I bucked with each blow of the paddle, there wasn't one inch of my bottom missed. I had never experienced anything like this across my dad's knees. Coach was paddling so fast and furiously that I couldn't count the licks. It wasn't long before I started crying and then pleading for him to stop. I had learned my lesson but he showed no mercy to my now raw red bottom. Finally after about 25 more blows, Coach Mosely let the paddle rest against my scorched butt. After I caught my breath, he delivered one more final whack. I was sobbing so hard now I almost didn't realize the paddling was over. I now knew what the expression "blister your bottom" meant.
I jumped around rubbing my throbbing, crimson ass like a 5 year old. Never in my life had I been spanked so hard or for so long. I was then placed, still bare ass, in the corner until I could pull my self together. After about 15 minutes I was allowed to dress. By then it was almost time for school to start.
It was a very long, painful day having to sit on my sore, blistered bottom for nearly 6 hours on hard wooden desks. It was several days before I could sit comfortably but I never forgot the lesson I learned that day. I was back to being a model student and son and despite the paddling, Mr. White remained my favorite teacher.