Boy Spanked By Coach's Balls II


by Buttman's Butt

I walked into my motel room knowing that my young, hunky Coach was right behind me. He was carrying his gym bag, and the handle of his old solid oak paddle was protruding from the end. I always wondered what thoughts go through the stud athletes minds as Coach walks into the locker room with that paddle. I can imagine the nervous quivering in those "lucky" boys stomachs and backsides as they get called out and told to empty their pockets. I wonder what they are thinking when they look at Coach's strong muscular arms and see him holding that paddle down by his right side. I bet they know that after years of coaching baseball that Coach can, and regularly does, swing a powerful WHACK! Yeah, I was thinking about those red stripes rising across a guilty boy's firm muscular buns and spreading a little farther as Coach applies each swat, burning a lot more as each succeeding swat comes a little quicker, and definitely a lot harder than the last. As Coach set his bag down and started to remove his shoes and watch, I knew that it was my lucky tight white ass that Coach's paddle would be kissing with some good loud smacks.

Man, it seemed that it had been so long since I had felt Coach's firm caress, even though little more than a week had passed since I played hooky, and received an appropriate dose of old fashion discipline for that infraction .... and well worth it to recharge my memory cells. Wow, what a week of waiting! And sitting here now, it's hard to believe that only another week has passed since I was bending over for a second double dose of Coach's motivation techniques.... from his paddle and his big _c_o_c_k_. I don't think that Coach has had to discipline many boys twice in a week .... but you see, I enjoy showing Coach the hot, naughty side of this numbers boy, a side that most people would never imagine.

As much as my time perception had been distorted, it was crystal clear that I was with Coach! Especially as he wrapped me in his arms, hugging me tightly. I had one sock still on and one in my hand as he held me and walked me toward the bed, it's silly but I didn't know what to do with the sock I was holding as he guided me face down onto the bed. I could feel my dick stiffening as he pressed his hot body against mine, mounting my firm ass. His hands cupped my arms as I felt his hips gently thrusting, and his bare feet caressed mine. "Coach is going to _f_u_c_k_ his boy today. Is that ass ready?" Coach whispered by my ear. I loved it!

"Yes Sir, I've been waiting a long time to feel Coach's big _c_o_c_k_!" Man I could already sense his big man meat and I was totally devouring the feel of his hard muscles rubbing against my toned body, holding me, controlling me.

"I brought your old friend with me today.... don't want you to forget it." Coach walked to his bag and pulled out the old solid oak paddle. "I bet that old janitor who made this paddle was proud every time he heard its swats echoing down the hall."

Man, Coach was getting me hotter! I could picture those young boys taken out in the hall, out of sight but not out of ear shot. Coach put his foot up on the bed and I positioned myself on tiptoes, firmly against his thigh. I was getting harder as I looked back and saw the paddle swinging toward my jeans covered ass. Whack! It had hit at a slight angle ... firm across both buns but slightly lower on the right. Whack! Whack! The second and third landed with a pronounced thunder... my tight little ass was becoming really hot. I could feel that sting changing over to a burn. WHACK! Coach directed that paddle right up under my ass cheeks. I could feel my self lifting up against his thigh. WHACK!! My dick was getting harder and started to throb. The fifth and last swat was even more pronounced, HARD and BURNING, aimed and delivered exactly in the same spot as the previous swat. Oh man, my lower cheeks were stinging but good! Just what I should have gotten in school. I imagine that Coach's upswats can really set the pain of a paddling and make those young eyes tear up.

Coach stood me up and placed the paddle aside. That was a good paddling, just what was needed. Coach reached around and unfastened my jeans, dropping them down to reveal my plain white briefs. They were white, stretched across my tender buns, but there was a definite red glow at the bottom of the leg opening. Coach's hand reached down to feel my hard dick still very excited from the attention paid to my ass. Yeah, I wanted Coach to know that I was turned on! and then he pulled the back of my briefs out and down, just momentarily flashing my blistered red butt for Coach to see what the other team mates would be snickering at in the locker room!

But snickers would be for later, now was for enjoying the rewards of discipline. Coach stood in front of me in a black mesh undershirt. His hands were on his belt unbuckling it and then unfastening the top button on his jeans. My eyes were trained directly at Coach, staring at his nipples beneath the mesh, watching as he slowly undressed. My heart skipped as his zipper slid open revealing Coach's hard man _c_o_c_k_ straining against a pair of thin leopard print bikini briefs. I had kicked my jeans to the side and walked over to embrace Coach, to kiss his ear, his shoulder, to massage his muscles. I felt Coach's touch urging me down, guiding me to his big _c_o_c_k_. What a smile to know what awaited my lips. God I wanted Coach's _c_o_c_k_! Coach didn't need to urge me any further. My lips surrounded its head and my tongue pressed against its slit though still sheathed in those animal briefs. As my tongue touched Coach's _c_o_c_k_ head I could taste big drops of pre cum soaking through to my mouth. Ohhhh I was is heaven trying to engulf Coach's _c_o_c_k_, trying to get more, trying to steal my tongue through any opening in those briefs, licking and nuzzling his cum laden balls, my hands wanting to strip Coach completely naked but still knowing I ultimately need Coach's permission. That's the good boy.

But a good boy can still be bad ... sneaking onto Coach's hard _c_o_c_k_ as he straightened it upright. Sucking it down my willing throat until Coach stepped back to his gym bag, opened it, and brought out the paddle with holes! Oh, ..... I was going to get two different paddlings. Guess I hadn't thought that Coach had brought along both! My briefs were quickly disposed of and I was laying across Coach's lap. I could just see my bright red buns in the mirror as I lifted my ass up. I watched the paddle with holes appear in the top of the mirror as Coach raised it up and my ass soon felt the stinging burn as he whacked it squarely across my ass. Man I watched that paddle rise into sight in the mirror and then felt it swiftly descend against my crimson ass, over and over. Its difficult to explain the tremendous sting my butt was experiencing as Coach delivered a continuous, nonstop paddling. Yeah, my red globes were bouncing! There wasn't any set number of school swats at this stage, no .... this was meant especially for the team captain .... to make sure that his ass was good and hot for a repeat ball spanking. WHACK! Whack! WHACK! WHACK! There was a steady echo in the room! Everyone knew that I was getting paddled and paddled bare ass! Man that's a real feeling ... being bent over .... your asshole exposed, kind of quivering.... you can feel that cold air on those parts that are usually covered .... you're nervously waiting, swallowing .... and then that hard searing burn lays into your bare skin radiating across your tender cheeks ....you hear that loud unmistakable wood against bare ass WHACK! and the paddle lifts back up high for yet another WHACK!. Most of the athletes would be counting down to themselves, "three more licks, you can take it" but a few, like me, just think about how hard and wet our dicks have become! WHACK! Ohhhhh Man, does that ever smart!

Coach stood me up, pressing his extended dick pouch firmly against my ass crack. He could feel the fire he had lit in my buns, even through his briefs, as they surrounded his _c_o_c_k_. Yes, Coach likes to feel the heat radiating from a set of blistered buns. He likes to feel that heat on the shaft of his _c_o_c_k_ and on his balls, knowing that it's even hotter when he's plunged his extra large _c_o_c_k_ deep inside his team captain's tight hole. I was thinking about his _c_o_c_k_ pounding my hole as he held me tight against his _c_o_c_k_. Soon ... but not before the building passion was stoked even more! Coach put the paddle down on the bed and laid me down.... I took a deep breath ..... my tongue moistening my lips as I gazed at Coach's _s_e_x_y body. He was right above me.... just out of reach from where I laid. I reached up stroking his arms running my hands down his back, pulling him forward, placing my open mouth over his left nipple .... sucking, kissing, kneading his hard nipple with my tongue... listening as Coach moaned with pleasure... Heaven ....YES! My hands traveled up and down his back as my mouth explored the front of Coach's hot body. His hard _c_o_c_k_ throbbed deep in my mouth as I pulled him closer my hands beneath his waistband exploring his crack ....kneading his firm ass. Coach turned and placed his hot ass in front of my face. I was ready to devour it! Kissing first the exposed skin and then the inside of his thigh! My tongue pushing under the leg opening toward Coach's sweet pink hole. I had a naughty grin as I grabbed the briefs and held them to the side, just past the lower side of his crack it was just enough so I could feast my eyes and my mouth on that hot manhole .... my tongue probing , pushing in tight twirls at the entrance ...Man, I could play with Coach forever...

"Are you ready to get spanked by Coach's balls?"

"Yes Sir!" I could feel the temperature rising as Coach pulled his _c_o_c_k_ free from the briefs and I swallowed his engorged member down my throat. My nose was buried in Coach's pubic hair as the muscles in my throat contracted around Coach stiff meat. As I sucked, Coach moved us a bit to the side to get a better look at the action in the mirror... I just got more into the action ... lifting my head backwards, feeling his _c_o_c_k_ head tight, trailing against the back of my throat and then leaning my head forward again drawing it back in over my cupped tongue and past my tonsils .... over and over, playing that animal rhythm in my mind ... enjoying Coach in my mouth. Yeah man, I could see the look of extreme pleasure as he pulled his dick away from me .... reaching for the lube.

I was bending over and smiling as Coach stuck his finger deep in my hole. He felt my ass hole contracting, gripping his finger as he worked to lube and relax my hole. I'm sure Coach was imagining how it would feel to slip his _c_o_c_k_ head into that tight grip. I knew that it would only be moments before Coach unrolled the transparent rubber onto his big _c_o_c_k_ and I'd feel it pushing its way past my muscle... Oh man .... going over that first hill released my breath, Coach's _c_o_c_k_ was all the way in! I looked back and saw his ass beginning to thrust .... Oh God it's great! Coach pumping into my ass and me _f_u_c_k_ing back ... watching his buns flex and feeling Coach become part of me! Man I was still smiling but catching my breath as the strokes came harder!

Coach remained embedded in me as we moved forward onto the bed. Laying me on my stomach with my ass hiked up, Coach began taking longer, slower strokes ..... oh man, feeling his _c_o_c_k_ easing almost all the way out and then slowing filling me back again. God he's great! "YES _f_u_c_k_ ME COACH!" I could only look forward holding Coach's arm, panting as his hips began to thrust harder!

I think it makes Coach _f_u_c_k_ harder knowing how he has just applied the discipline that a bad boy needs and knowing first hand just how much a hot ass can burn. Yes sir, there are definite rules and definite consequences that can't be avoided for young men who test those rules. Coach could see the redness of the buns he had spanked as he turned me over and entered me with my legs on his shoulders. He could see the pinkish red of my little boy pussy gripping his _c_o_c_k_ as it plowed all the in, slapping, spanking his heavy balls against the tender lower ass cheeks that had received so many kisses from his paddles.. God, my hole was kissing tight, holding a firm grip as Coach's dick pulled back out .... it was uncontrollable Coach's thick _c_o_c_k_ fits soooo tight that I can imagine the suction inside of me as his _c_o_c_k_ pulls back, almost out and then plunges back, slapping his balls against my ass with each stroke!

I was being taken through some hot enjoyable paces. Coach had several times said he would _f_u_c_k_ me every which way but loose. And Lord, I have never been _f_u_c_k_ed like this. Sweat was pouring from every inch of me as he turned me to my side and started banging nonstop! Man, Coach was definitely teaching his normally quiet boy to verbalize! "Ohhhh God" ....I begged Coach to spank my ass hard .... begged him to feel the heat that he was creating in my boy pussy! Begging for that HOT load of Coach cum to shoot straight up my ass! Yeah I wanted to know that I'd given Coach lots of pleasure! Coach continued _f_u_c_k_ing hard, harder, and then I felt the monetary release in the pressure of Coach's thrust and felt his slight tremble as his throbbing _c_o_c_k_ began to empty that huge load .... spurting and spurting as Coach continued thrusting deep .... it seemed like minutes as his orgasm overtook both of our bodies! Oh man! Oh Coach! What a day! Though the hot flame from the paddle on my ass may fade, the hot memories grow stronger.


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