I always played soccer when I was a kid. When I was 12 I made the local select soccer team for boys ages 11 and 12. Steve Peterson was our coach, and he was usually a pretty nice guy, but he didn't tolerate any fooling around during practices. They were supposed to be a serious time, and we were expected to take it seriously.
One day me and another kid named Brian decided to put some vaseline on one of the balls as a joke. This was so the goalie would be unable to catch it, and if he got it all over his goalie-gloves then it would make them slippery so he couldn't catch the balls without any vaseline.
It was a pretty hysterical sight watching the ball slide right through the hands of the goalie, but Steve our coach didn't think so. "I want to know who is responsible for this, right now!"
Brian and I were the only ones still giggling. "Oh, I should have known the two of you were involved. Go inside for the remainder of the practice!" he told us.
Brian and I couldn't stop laughing as we walked into the locker room and sat there waiting for the rest of the team. They finally came into the locker room about twenty minutes later, and most of us were having a good laugh. I was standing, facing my locker and didn't see Steve come up behind me. Very quickly and without warning he yanked my shorts and underwear down. I was startled and began to turn around thinking that one of the other boys was just playing around, but Steve wrapped his arm around me.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
This was totally unexpected. Steve was holding me tightly around my waist with my head bent down to his side, and he was repeatedly smacking me on my bare buttocks with his hand. And these were no playful smacks either.
"Oooowwww!" I immediately began to cry, stomping my feet on the floor from the sudden intense pain. The rest of the team was watching, some whispering their comments. My penis was visible to the others, flopping up and down. "Please stop! I'm sorry!" I bawled. All I knew was that my bottom was on fire and I would have done anything for him to stop. While he was smacking my behind I suddenly began to feel the head of penis between his fingertips, but it was of no concern to me.
He gave me about twenty-five swats and finally ceased. I stood there bawling in front of everyone, and it was very embarrassing. I noticed the little purple head sticking out of my penis and realised that Steve had pushed my foreskin back. I slowly pulled up my underwear and shorts and faced my locker, too ashamed to face the others.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
"Aaaahhhhhh!" Brian howled as Steve went to work on his naked buttocks.
"I'll," WHAP!, "teach you," WHAP!, "to do something," WHAP!, "like that," WHAP!, "again!" WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
"Yeeeeooooowww, my butt!" Brian screamed in pain. I caught a glimpse of him getting it. He was also bent over with his head to Steve's side. Steve had his arm tightly around Brian's waist in a vice. Brian's butt was facing me and his little, pink asshole was clearly visible as Steve's hand struck it.
After Brian was spanked his bottom was dark red all over. He danced around and I could see that Steve had also pushed his foreskin back as he had done mine. Brian sobbed as he pulled up his underwear and pants.
"I hope the rest of you boys have learned from this!" Steve announced.
About a week later we were in the locker room after practice once again. Once again Steve headed my way. "Johnny, I want to see you in my office after the others leave," he told me.
It didn't take long for the locker room to empty out. I walked to Steve's office, wondering what he could have possibly wanted me for. I knocked on his door and he called me in, telling me to sit down.
"Johnny, I would have thought that after last week you would know the behavior I expect during practices," he told me.
"What did I do?" I asked him.
"You know how I feel about horseplay during practices. Over the past two days you and Robbie have done nothing but fool around," he said.
"I'm sorry," I told him. "But it wasn't just me."
"I'm aware of that Johnny, and he will be dealt with also," Steve told me. "But you know that when you break a rule on my team that you have to suffer the consequences, and since I have already given you one spanking, this time I plan to make sure you can't sit down for week!"
"But that's not fair!" I yelled.
"Would you rather not play the next three weeks?" he asked.
"No," I mumbled.
"Okay then," Steve replied.
Steve took my hand and pulled me up from my chair, which he then sat down in himself. He turned me facing him and slid his fingers in my shorts. "Do you have to pull my shorts down?" I nervously asked.
"Yes Johnny," he said. "I want to see your fanny when I'm spanking it."
He pulled my shorts and underwear down together. He took my arm and made me lie across his knees. I could feel my hairless dick and balls against his bare knee. He rested his hand on my bare bottom, and I waited in anticipation of what I was about to receive.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
"Ooooowwwwww, please stop!" I begged him.
But his hand continued to fall. I was really crying hard and kicking my legs up and down, but he managed to keep me in place and strike my bottom repeatedly. I can't say how much it hurt because it never felt like anything I'd ever felt before. He spanked the middle of my bottom, then alternated cheeks, then spanked my asshole, then spanked the middle again, then spanked the lower part - I was in so much pain. He spanked me repeatedly for six or seven minutes. I had stopped screaming, and my body went limp over his lap.
Steve gently lifted me from his lap. My penis was very stiff, and he placed his fingertips around it and began to stroke it. "No, pleeeeze don't!" I begged him.
"Ssshhhh, it's ok!" he said. I noticed he had the vaseline on his desk which he had taken away from Brian and he opened the jar up and stuck a finger in. He leaned me over and put his finger between my crack, gently pushing it deep up my anus. He stroked my penis some more, and after two minutes of sliding his finger in and out of my butthole and stroking my dick I had my first orgasm. I didn't shoot, but it still felt good, although I was scared to death.
Later that evening when I checked my butt I noticed bluish-purple marks all over amidst the reddness.