Coach led me into the well lit bathroom, directing me toward the counter. My legs settled in about two feet apart as I leaned over and grabbed the edge of the counter. My eyes fixed straight ahead at the large mirror spanning the wall behind the bathroom counter. I couldn't help but look. I could have looked down at the sink, or to the side, but my eyes were drawn to watch what was unfolding. Yes, I was in "the position" as bad boys know so well and I could clearly see Coach standing beside me, his eyes looking down at my ass, taking careful aim at those upturned cheeks. I could feel my nylon pants stretched across my buns, a thin layer of protection between that firm white butt skin and Coach's paddle-with-holes. I had watched with some excitement as Coach retrieved that paddle from his bag, and having felt it's "sting" before, I knew what I was in for ... and I guess there was a little smirk of satisfaction on my face as I waited, and thought about the two young men who previously had the honor of submitting their firm young butts to Coach's paddle on the last day before spring break
Yeah, I figure that getting a taste of Coach's paddle had been the last thing on their minds, though the first thing on my mind. I had been lucky enough to inquire the day they got it if any more young men in Coach's class had gotten paddled. Coach had described to me in good detail of how those two couldn't keep their minds on school work and ended up thinking over spring break about those three hard, loud, and penetrating swats to their bubble butts. Swats that had to have left those high school buns red and sore. I had been jacking off for weeks just rereading Coach's words and picturing the whole scene. I had also been hinting to Coach that I needed to experience exactly the same school discipline strength paddling that he gave those young men!
As I watched in the mirror I knew that he was only too happy to oblige .... I watched the paddle arc backwards and up, and saw an intense concentrated look appear on Coach's face as he swung the paddle-with-holes hard across my ass ...whack! It's amazing how all the thoughts leave your mind as that wood sends its searing hot blast through your buns ... all you can concentrate on is that burn knowing that your ass has a broad stripe of red settling down from the surface. Whack!! Number two landed with precision .... man, Coach has the experience ....Whack!!! "There's three" I thought to myself but Coach still held my shoulder and the concentration hadn't left his face. WHACK!!! Right up under my cheeks! Man, my ass was blistering, and I didn't even have to see it. WHACK!! WHACK!!! Number six , exactly the total swats Coach had dealt out before spring break, now burned with authority across my sore bad boy's ass after spring break! Man that one hurt! I have defiantly learned, after all my school sessions with Coach, that the hardest and consequently the hottest swat comes at the end! It's also the swat that sends my dick to attention!
"I can tell you that those young men were plenty sore after they got it." I said to Coach as he stood me up and led me back to the bedroom. I think Coach knew that my pants were still seared to my cheeks, but he also knew that he had held back in the bathroom to avoid knocking the door frame. Coach put his foot up on the bed and held the paddle down to his side. I could see his knee formed for me and I could read the paddle's slight movement, and Coach's look, directing me to take my spot.
I wondered if Coach could feel my hard dick pressing against his thigh. I knew I could feel its head growing against my jock pouch as Coach methodically placed swat after swat across my tender butt. I counted ten, maybe twelve, well placed swats as the paddle tirelessly did its duty of making a boy think twice.
"Um, I can feel the heat from here." Coach dropped the paddle on the bed and held my punished butt against his crotch. His hand embraced my chest, drawing me closer, lifting my tee shirt over my head, and then reached down to my belt and slid my pants down over my hips.
I looked back as my jock strapped ass came into view. "My ass is pretty red."
"No, your ass is blistered! That paddle-with-holes does a good job." From the confidence in Coach's voice, I'd say that the male students at Coach's school are cursing the day that five oak paddles-with-holes showed up in the coaching staff's hands! After feeling it's imprint, especially given under field house, team rule conditions, some of those athletes might be thinking twice about trading Saturday school for swats!
"Go on and take your pant all the way off." Coach told me as he dropped his jeans to the floor and pulled his tee shirt off.
I stumbled as I tried to step out of my pants .... not concentrating on what I was doing but wanting to keep my eyes on Coach as he undressed. Yes! This is what I had fantasized about all my school life! Getting paddled by a hot coach or vice principal, seeing a hot coach naked in the locker room, and getting _f_u_c_k_ed by a hot coach! Of course at that time I couldn't have gotten anything but the paddling ...but now I watched the hottest man I could ever want, stripped down to his tank top and blue mesh bikini briefs walk over and set me on the bed.
Coach didn't have to say or not say things twice. He stood on his knees over me. One hand pushed up under his shirt exposing his ripped abdomen and rubbing his pumped pecs and nipples while his other hand reached into his briefs, rearranging his hard _c_o_c_k_ upright. I laid there for a moment watching, smiling ... but with Coach I can only restrain my urges for so long. and all that spanking heat, all those visual images only produces more heat. As my hands reached up to caress Coach's hard biceps my mouth focused toward the bulging head of Coach's big _c_o_c_k_. I let my tongue guide the way ... licking hungrily up the outline of his shaft. I knew that Coach's cum filled balls needed sucking below, but licking above lead the way to that sweet liquid of Coach's pre cum and Coach's man juice was what I wanted to taste! My mouth kissed at his _c_o_c_k_ head, sucking on it, pulling on the mesh briefs with my lips as Coach's throbbing _c_o_c_k_ pushed outward against the material. _d_a_m_n_, his _c_o_c_k_ had pushed the top of his briefs outward about an inch from his stomach and I slipped my open mouth around it, briefs and all! I knew that I needed to milk its head with the roof of my mouth, caressing the underside of his helmet with my tongue ... acting as if I was swallowing on Coach's naked _c_o_c_k_. Coach was throbbing ... and he told me so. It had been a week since he had cum so he was horny and full of hot cum. My mouth backed off, back down to munch on those big Coach balls ... playing with them through the briefs, through his ball sac. I kissed at his inner thighs, easing my tongue farther back, reaching to taste Coach's man hole.
Coach knew what I wanted as he raised his leg over my head and pointed his muscular ass in my face. Oh sweet jesus I love Coach's ass. I could see his crack through the mesh as it stretched across his spread buns. My tongue licked deep against the mesh, my mouth pressed hard against where I knew his pink hole was. I drew my face back and saw that the elongated wet spot that I had left opened the mesh material up like a window. My dick was getting harder as I gazed straight at the round peep hole to Coach's ass crack and massaged his legs! My mouth returned time after time to those hot Coach buns enjoying every taste sensation of Coach's body.
My Coach stood and his team captain, of course, followed. Coach peeled the saliva soaked bikinis from his body. Oh man, his _c_o_c_k_ stood straight and hard, and it felt so hot as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my still crimson cheeks against that stiff rod. I watched in the mirror as his hip gyrated and thrust his throbbing _c_o_c_k_ between my buns... so close to being penetrated but not yet. No, Coach was standing by the table in just his tank top... its tail just covering half of those muscular man buns, his legs spread apart with those big Coach ball hanging. Coach knew my fantasies and he slowly bent forward from the waist letting the shirttail inch upward, slowly unveiling his full ass. Man, my imagination hit high gear as I watched Coach assuming the position. As I dropped down to my knees I could imagine Coach's buns burning from the sting of his coach's paddle. Yeah, Coach knows how to give them because he actually experienced them through school. I was dripping pre cum as I kissed the base of his ass cheeks... Spreading those buns apart with my hands and sticking my tongue right against his rosy hole. _f_u_c_k_, Coach was turning me on from his moaning as my hands slipped to the front of his hips and pulled his ass back hard against my mouth and kisses.... exploring every available inch of Coach's stud ass! Yes Sir Coach's team captain is an ass kisser.... and loves it!
But Coach's bad boy is also a _c_o_c_k_ sucker and I was grinning as Coach stood up, turned facing me, pointing his straight as an arrow _c_o_c_k_ right at my puckered mouth. I was hungry to taste his meat, ready to bury my face in his pubic hair as I swallowed his _c_o_c_k_ down my throat. I could taste little drops of pre cum as I rocked my head back, drawing my mouth to the end of his _c_o_c_k_. I was coming up for air, but savoring those flavors that uncontrollably oozed from Coach's _c_o_c_k_ head. I could feel his _c_o_c_k_ expanding as my lips tightened around his _c_o_c_k_. I could feel it throbbing as I hungrily sucked and massaged his meat with my throat. I could imagine its head engorged a deep purplish red. I could feel that Coach's _c_o_c_k_ wanted to cum...
"Coach is ready to _f_u_c_k_ you. Are you ready to take Coach's big load?
"Yes Sir, Coach ... I want you to _f_u_c_k_ my blistered ass... _f_u_c_k_ it hard!"
"Yeah, I know that's what you want" I could see Coach unrolling the rubber over his rigid _c_o_c_k_ as I bend over, knowing that huge _c_o_c_k_ would soon be plunging in my ass!
"Ohhhhh" I moaned as Coach slipped it past my muscles. I could feel Coach's hips thrusting his _c_o_c_k_ deeper into my body and my body pushing back, swallowing and gripping his meat with my ass muscles. Lord, I looked around at the mirror... Coach's hot ass was centered in it, a perfect view of a man's ass thrusting and _f_u_c_k_ing. The mirror was hung at just the right height for me to see every inch of his hot ass and hairy thighs. I thought to myself that this was the same room where Coach first stuck his big _c_o_c_k_ into my team captain ass ... exposing his hole as he pulled back and then clenching his buns as he drove that thick _c_o_c_k_ all the way in ... _f_u_c_k_ing all the way against the back of my dick! I watched Coach's rhythm picking up and I saw, and soon felt, Coach pick up the paddle and slap it on the side of my right ass cheek ... smack!
"You like that don't you?" Coach questioned as he delivered three, maybe four more slaps to my ass all without breaking the rhythm of his _f_u_c_k_ing.
"Yes Coach" I was panting as Coach's _c_o_c_k_ pounded against my prostate. "I love getting spanked and getting _f_u_c_k_ed by Coach!"
Coach laid me face down on the bed and began thrusting long and hard. "I haven't cum in a week and here I am _f_u_c_k_ing a boy pussy.... _f_u_c_k_ing a red ass that I've just paddled and now I'm spanking you with my balls! Do you feel them slapping your ass?"
God yes I felt Coach and he felt wonderful.
"You're Coach's little whore aren't you? Just Coach's whore!" Coach banged harder and harder against my red hot cheeks.
"Yes Sir I'm Coach's whore boy ... I've been plotting and planning for weeks to get Coach horny enough to spank and _f_u_c_k_ my ass ..." I tighten down on Coach's _c_o_c_k_ as my breathing grew heavier.
I could feel Coach's breathing pick up too as his hips thrust faster. "Coach is close.... and has cum in your ass!" I can imagine the pleasure streaming... pulsing through Coach's body as the cum shot in huge spurts deep in my ass.... filling that rubber to capacity. I could feel my own pleasure building as I continued to stroke and squeeze his _c_o_c_k_ with my ass, milking every last drop of cum from his _c_o_c_k_ ... feeling satisfied that I had helped drain those aching overloaded balls for my Coach! Yes, what excitement! If only the other guys knew the pleasure that could come from taking swats instead of Saturday school they might be slipping all the coaches new paddles ....