Locker Room Paddling


by Marty <Wbadger74@yahoo.com>

As teenagers during the early 70's, spankings at home and at school were common occurrences for me and most of my friends. Around the age of 15 & 16 I got into several predicaments that earned me several school paddling(s) and subsequent whippings at home.

For my friends, and me, football was a big part of school life. As athletes we were expected to set an example for the school, and team. Being rude and kicked out of a dance party on a Friday night was not acceptable behavior. Unfortunately for me and my friend Jerry, one of the high school coaches saw us. We were oblivious to that fact though. We both went to school on Monday morning as usual and had just gotten to homeroom when our teacher told us that we were to report to the head coaches' office immediately. Jerry and me just looked at each other walked to the office wondering what was going on. When we got to the office we were surprised to see the head coach and one of the assistant coaches. In the next few minutes our predicament was explained to us. Our behavior was about to get us both suspended from the team but the coach gave us another option. We would not be suspended if we accepted a proper punishment to be determined at his discretion. We left the office having agreed to accept his punishment. We figured it could not be to bad, maybe three licks and lots of laps around the track. (Teacher/coaches were only suppose to give three lick at onetime.

We went about our regular activities and went through a fairly intense no pads team practice at the end of the school day. The coaches gave us the signal to hit the showers and Jerry and me headed to the locker room with everyone else. Before we could reach the building the head coach stopped us and told us to run laps until we were called. We figured that this was the punishment we had agreed to. After about twenty minutes of slow running, coach Tomas motioned for us to head for the locker room. Coach Tomas was one of the younger coaches on the staff and was more like a big brother to the younger players like Jerry and me. He stopped told us to mind our mouths because we were in serious trouble. We asked what was up and he told us that the head coach was going to make an example us. Much to our disappointment, he said he had to go to the front office and was not going to be around to intercede for us. We walked into the locker room and were surprised to see that all our teammates were still in the locker room even though everyone had showered. Before we could reach our locker, the head coach and three of the assistant coaches came into the locker room. The coach called us to the front of the locker room and he explained to the team what we had done and he was going to do about it. He then picked up a gym bag that one of the other coaches had brought in. He proceeded to pull out a paddle. We both had seen this paddle before but had never been spanked with it. It was made of mahogany and was about 30" x 5" and had a series of holes drilled throughout it length. We were then told to approach a bench that was bolted to the floor. There was a steel bar under the bench and we told to bend over and grab the bar. Remembering coach Tomas' advice, we did as we told. Jerry and me looked at each other and figured that we could survive the next minute or so even though we were just wearing gym shorts and jockstraps. The coach approached me first and tapped my butt with the paddle a couple of time and then cracked the paddle full force across the center of my butt. I could swear that he lifted my feet off the floor. The process was then repeated on Jerry. After we had each gotten three licks we figured it was over and started to get up. Before we could straighten up, the coach shouted for us to stay in place.

We then heard the coach explain that he could not give us more licks himself, but he felt that no one would complain if the other coaches had a hand in our punishment. It then sunk in that we were going to get twelve licks! In rapid succession we got our remaining licks. We managed to hold our tears and stood up slowly. We carefully started walking to our lockers but were stopped by one of the coaches. He jokingly suggested that we drop our shorts so he could see how our butt's had taken the licks. To our great embarrassment, the head coach agreed and he told us drop our shorts. When the coaches had all admired their handy work, we were told to turn around and show our butts to the rest of the team. No one said a word, except a smart-ass freshman that laughed at our embarrassment. Our only consolation was that the smart-ass was called to the front and got three licks for not taking the situation seriously. The smart-ass wasn't laughing after the first lick and was crying after the second. We were finally allowed to shower and everyone went home. We quietly showered and finally shed some tears in the privacy of the showers. As we were getting dressed a couple of our friends came in to see if we were ok. They helped us get our stuff together and we slowly walked home, pushing our bikes. (Neither one us had a car yet.) After walking a few blocks a pickup drove up behind us and honked. We noticed that it was coach Tomas. He helped us put our bikes in the truck and he gave us both a ride home. We really appreciated his help. When I got home my mom told me that my dad had called and said that I was to stay in my room until he got home. I then remembered that my dad always said that if I ever got licks at school, he promised that he would double the number at home. I was really scared and went to my room and decided to do my homework.

After the longest two hours of my life I heard my dads truck pull up the driveway. He came straight to my room and he already had his belt in his hand. He walked into my room and told me to get up. He told me about the call he had gotten from the coach and reminded me about what he had promised. I just looked at the floor, afraid to look him in the eye. He reached over and grabbed me by the hair and made me look him in the eye. He then turned me around and told to drop my pants. I hesitated for a moment and he cracked his belt across my butt. I yelped and quickly dropped my jeans and briefs. He took a long look at my battered butt and kind of laughed and commented on the good job the coaches had done but said he would have to finish the job. I almost started to cry and he told me to calm down because he was going give me reprieve, for the time being. He told me to get ready for super and to remember that I had a date with his belt. He then asked me how many licks I had gotten and I told him 12. He asked me if I knew what that I meant! I said yes sir and said it meant that I was going to get two-dozen licks with the belt. He didn't say when I was going to get it but I quickly forgot about it until he reminded a few days later. That is a whole other experience!


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