It was a good day. The team had won 4-3, and he had scored one of the goals. On top of that it was a beautiful day, and he was fifteen.
John romped through the locker room, tearing back and forth between the clothing stalls and the showers. Loud triumphant calls of victory echoed off the tiled walls as the assistant coaches tried to ferry the boys into the streams of mildly warm water.
"Come on you hooligans, the cricket team is in next, and I need your smelly hides out of here now."
John started. He'd forgotten today was the start of the practice games for cricket, and that Jim, the man who was head coach for both the boys soccer league as well as the adult cricketers, had promised him he could play in the practice games. John really liked him immensely. He was not pretentious or overbearing for an older man. He had said on several occasions informed the boys to simply address him by his first name. None of this coach Barnes nonsense. He talked with John often about things, and had even taken him out to tea on occasion after practice. John liked to stay after soccer, helping to set up the wickets, and gathering the equipment. Jim didn't treat him like a little boy getting a treat, but as a useful participant in the goings on.
John quickly made a beeline for the showers, gently pushing aside a sea of naked teenage flesh. He let the luke warm water flow over his tight muscular body, before soaping up and rinsing. Rick, a nice red headed Irish fellow handed him a towel as he exited.
"Good shot on goal there Johnny," he spoke, slapping him upon his tight butt as he waltzed by. John thanked him, quickly covering his privates as they swelled slightly from the playful blow. His mind drifted to the times he or his brother Patrick had been spanked, or to the many storiesd he'd read on the subject. He glanced around him to see what the others were up to. The toilets were only separated by walls, no doors keeping anyone out. He quickly jogged to the stalls, his member hardening as he replayed a spanking his brother had received.
They had been visiting their friend Vincent in America, and had both screwed up and received a well deserved, and very thourough spanking. Later that week, Vince had caught Patrick looking up porno on the net, and had three times previous forbid him to do so. Though reluctant to spank the boys, the floodgates had already been open, and so with no hesitation, took him over his knee and swatted his bare, naughty backside for at least thirty seconds. Although he couldn't see Patrick's butt from the doorway, from the expression upon his face, the job was getting done. Unfortunately Vince made him leave the room after he'd finished spanking his little brother.
All these things rolled through his mind ad he stroked his fully erect dick, his testicles pulling up into his scrotum, as he shot his boy load all over the sink. A familiar voice brought him back from the blissful region of orgasm.
"You'd better watch out for that Johnny boy, if the head man catches you, your butt will be stinging for days."
Johns eyes shot open, focusing on Ricks beaming smile. He quickly covered his crotch with a towel, his face reddening. " Thanks," he quietly answered back. Once he was sufficiently flaccid, he walked back to his locker, thinking about what Rick had said. He'd heard rumor that Jim had punished some of the players for that sort of action, even some of the older players in their twenties.
As he put on a clean jockstrap, a hand touched lightly upon his shoulder. He jumped, his mind on other things. Jim stood before him, his face placid, devoid of any intelligible emotion.
"John would you please join me in my office when you've finished dressing. Don't forget, your in the game today."
John smiled, happy in the memory that he was getting to play in an adult cricket match. John whistled as he slid on his uniform, his mind playing around what Jim might want to see him about. John knew exactly what was required of him, he'd done it often enough. What could Jim want to see him about? It dawned upon him that Jim might know about his little escapade in the lavy. No, impossible, how could he? Rick was a decent lad, and wouldn't peach on him. What about someone else? That prat Steve Hawkins was a right crawler, he'd pony up the information with little or no torture. Well, he didn't want to jepordize his position, so he'd just suck it in, and see what was up. He picked up his towel, preparing to toss it into the soiled linen, when who's skinny butt should appear than Hawkins. When visiting Vince, he'd been shown how to expertly apply a rat tale to someone's butt. Of course, his visit to Jim might have nothing to do with him. Oh well, better to err on the side of caution. Hawkins must have leapt three feet in the air. John giggled to himself as he tossed the weapon into the linen basket.
John swallowed nervously as he knocked upon the door to Jim's office. He could see Jim's silohette through the frosted glass. He shifted slightly, his head coming up. "Enter."
John opened the door, placing his head and shoulders only, not wishing to commit his entire body to possible danger. "Hey Jim, what's up?"
"John, come in please." John tried to maintain a grip on his smile, reminding himself that he'd been here many times, and shouldn't worry now.
"John, we have a small problem. It seems you and some of the other lads were seen smoking behind the goals the other day. Cigarettes are bad enough, and the others are of course older and responsible for their own actions. When I was your age, I took a fag now and then, but it's come to my attention, that pot was involved. This is something I can't deal with, not from men on my team, especailly before a practice, and never before a game. Now your probably thinking that I'm singling you out because your a boy. Nothing could be further from the truth. The others will be paying for their transgressions, same as you. I just though due to your youth, I'd make your punishment, private. Now, go fix the wickets, and place the equipment on the field. By the time you return, this lot should have cleared out." With that said he turned back to his papers. John knew his butt was doomed. Jim had told him on more than one occasion that a growing boy needed a good thrashing once in a while.
John set a record finishing his duties. He wanted the other lads gone, but needed desperately to finish before the older guys arrived. It would be horrible enough for the other teens to know he got paddled, but he'd be mortified if the adults knew. They'd see him as a little boy, being spanked for naughtiness. He'd never live it done. He most likely set a land speed record back to the locker room. Much to his relief, silence reigned. As he strode towards him immenent demise, the echoes of his footfalls mocked him. He tapped gently on the door, hoping that somehow Jim wouldn't be there.
"Come in." John opened the door, slipping in, sitting down upon the chair that Jim had obviously put out for him. He continued his paperwork in silence, seemingly as if John weren't present. John shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his mind conjuring all sorts of horrible images of what was to come. Despite his worry of the pain to come, his penis flexed slightly, as if thinking of becoming a full member of the goings on. John tried to will it back to a relaxed state. He liked Jim, respected him immensely, but it would be appalling to have to stand before him with a huge erection. Fortunately, he had a good ten minutes before Jim spoke .
"John, your a good kid. I respect you as I do any of the adult lads. I consider you a friend, and would be proud to have you as my son. You are dilligent when it comes to your tasks, and I truly value your assitence, there fore, rather then suspend your privilages, I would do for you as I do for all the other lads, to help you stay on the right path." With that Jim stood, and moved his chair away from his desk, gesturing for John to stand before it. John stood, and gingerly moved towards the desk, touching his bottom, sure in the fact that soon he'd want nothing to do so. He leaned across the desk, preparing himself for the chastisement to come.
"Bare John, all my boys take it bare. It's the only way to insure a proper correction."
John swallowed dryly, unzipping his cricket slacks, and sliding them down to his knees. He placed his fingertips into the waistband of his jockstrap, in preperation of joining his trousers.
"That will do John, I've complete access to your backside." John was sincerely happy. If he were to get erect now, at least the pouch of his jockstrap would hide it. Of course as Jim pointed out, his butt cheeks were free and away a very clear target. All this ran through his mind, to be interupted by the feel of wood colliding with his ass. He shot forward , the desk halting his flight, his dick painfully crashing into the side of it. He raised his hips up off the desk to avoid a repeat of this.
"Good show John," Jim said, "take it like a trooper." Jim must have mistaken his adjustment as a show that he raised up so to make the blows more effective. They continued to rain down upon his backside, the cricket paddle easily encompassing both sides. This paddling rivaled the bath brush Vince had used. Even more frightening was that with each blow, his dick gently brushed the top of the desk. John knew that if he came now, it would ooze through the fiber of his jock. He raised higher, standing up on his toes, his calves protesting against the strain. Swat after swat, rained down, heating up his abused butt. Finally after fifty blows, it was over.
"Good show John, you took that well. Some of the older lads don't have your composure." John's erection took a mammoth leap as he imagined the older lads, their muscular buttocks streched out over this desk, being reddend as his were now. Jim seemed to notice this. "Why don't you go into my lavatory and take care of that, it must be uncomfortable."
"But I thought...." John began.
"Yes, it's definitely an action that's best left in the home. But, since you took your punishment so well, I'll overlook it this once."
John smiled, snatching up his pants and zooming into the small toilet, closing the door quietly behind him. John wanted to make this short, since Jim was being so nice and allowing this. He imagined the eighteen year old lads on the cricket team, bent over and crying their eyes out, and begging for mercy. John hadn't been totally nonvocal, bur he was determined not to beg for leniency. He wanted Jim's respect, and he had done it. He closed his eyes as he tightened his hold, running his hand up and down the shaft, imagining a tight eighteen year old butt on the punishment line. It didn't take long, and then John hurriedly cleaned up, pulling his pants up over his still stinging buttocks. As he exited the bathroom, he was shocked to see the office door open. Jim's voice echoed throughout the locker room. John gave a sigh of relief that his spanking had been over before the others arrived.
The game went well, John's team winning, he even scored some runs. As he collected the equipment, he thought back on the day,. He was still getting to play on the practice team, and since it wasn't professional, Jim said he might get to bat in the reguler season. As he entered he carefully put away the equipment, and waited for the older lads to finish washing up. His butt was still bothering him, his uniform having rubbed against his naked butt the whole game. He slid them down, gently massaging the sting out of them.
"Hey look lads," came a voice from behind, "Johnny boy has earned his stripes."
John looked back aghast, not even thinking that any of the other players might have been using the toilet. He was grabbed and hustled before the team, most naked for the showers, others undressing, and even a few drying off. John was whirled around, so that his well spanked bottom, was on view for all. Cries of "Well done," and " Good for you mate," came along with pats on the shoulder, and a few gentle taps on the ass.
"Come along then, your one of us. Strip and get showered, you've earned the prize." Totally confused, John began removing his clothes, a little embarrassed to be the only teenager amongst these more mature men. He wondered if he measured up. But as they escorted him to the shower, he realized by sight that being older didn't mean bigger. No one seemed embarrassed, or even gave it a thought, they were all one big happy crowd.
"Ok, hurry up lad, this is dangerous, and we don't have much time. Welcome to the big league." John was walked up to eight guys standing next to each other, realizing that it was all the guys he'd smoked pot with. They smiled at him, and then as one, whirled around, revealing bright red asscheecks, more colored then his for being just done. John's flaccid pecker did a jump, followed by a whoa from the assembled.
"Quiet you lot, or the head man will hear." John was handed a bar of soap, and following suit, soaped himself all over. At this point, the eight began to pump away at their privates. "Go for it lad, you earned it."
John hesitated, slightly taken aback. His member was full engorged, so there was no problem there. Soon the words "last one off gets a smack from everybody," and John was off. His balls were so tight he thought they might pop out his nose. Terror at a blow from each of the assembled, argued with his mounting pleasure. Each hurrah as one of the others finally spurt was working at his confidence. As despair nibbled at his mind, he discharged for the third time today, to the shouts of "get Derek". As his senses returned, the team cheered him, letting him know he was one of them, even giving him the honor of the first smack. Derek had the tightest buns he'd ever seen. He wasn't sure how hard to hit, and his blow bounced off those perfect halves, barely making them move.
"What are you a girl," asked Derek. John responded with a second blow, Derek making a big effort to make it seem like he felt it. Again the team cheered him, and then they went after Derek, causing his already reddened ass, to turn a serious shade of crimson.
As he walked home, his butt now only slightly smarting, John thought the day was really beautiful.