One thought had dominated my mind during that week after Coach sent me a picture of some teammates in the locker room engaged in heavy horse play. The question Coach posed had played over and over in my mind, "What does the team captain think should happen to these young men?" I had studied that picture, looking close at the obvious signs of arousal in their speedos, knowing full well what should happen. .... sore, paddled, athletic buns. And knowing full well that Coach had used his paddle hundreds of times before on high school jocks just like these. Yeah, good firm reddened butts. I'd started to stroke on my dick imagining those boys dropping their shorts in the field house, bending over with their hands pushed against the wall, legs spread positioning their bare butts just right to wait for Coach's paddle to methodically enlighten those jock muscles. I'd thought up a good punishment plan where I as team captain would give the jocks five hard swats a piece over their speedos before Coach finished it up by administering those five additional swats across their bare asses. Yes Sir, hot thoughts to jack off to... and even HOTTER when I called Coach at his house .... both of us stroking faster and faster as he recounted stories of earlier school paddlings. As the cum erupted from my dick I knew that somebody definitely needed to feel the sting of those deliberate Coach swats, and all week I knew that somebody was going to be me.
School was officially out for the summer but that didn't stop me from visiting Coach's office. It was hot out and Coach was dressed in shorts as we walked into the office. I wore jeans, a blue tee shirt, and underneath a blue jockstrap. I felt my muscles hardening as Coach embraced me from behind, first caressing my chest and stomach and then slipping his hands into my front pockets, just inches from my stirring dick as he pulled my ass back against his crotch. Wow, I could have melted! Yeah I wanted to turn Coach on ... consciously tightening my ass muscles .... but Coach knows how to turn us both on ..... and I soon felt his hands in my back pockets, rubbing my buns but also removing my wallet and guiding me toward the mirror that he knows I like so much.
I was smiling as I bent forward and placed my palms flat against the top of the dresser. I could see my little smile as I looked in the mirror and watched Coach opening his gym bag. My heart beat a little faster as I saw Coach walking back over holding that paddle with holes firmly in his hand. I felt his hand as he took up his position to my left side... it would only be seconds now ... seconds that other boys nervously dread. I watched the reflection of the paddle raise up high and instantaneously felt it whack firmly across my jeans. I knew it was raising back up again but instead of watching the paddle I gazed at the reflection of Coach's handsome face. He had a serious intent look focused straight down at my upturned ass right where he was aiming that second swat WHACK! The warmth was starting to radiate across my buns as the paddle burned through my tight jeans to that bare skin they were "protecting". Well, it was more protection than the athletes in the locker room get. WHACK! Oh Coach! My eyes were still on Coach's reflection .... was he going to let me get off with a three lick punishment or was it going to be more? I got my answer as Coach's body moved with the momentum of the paddle and I felt another swat jump up straight under my lower cheeks. WHACK .....WHACK!!
Man, my ass was really burning as both swats hit with force on that tender spot, what a sting that swelled my dick hard against my confining jock pouch.
Coach lifted me up from my position and stood behind me, holding me and looking forward into the mirror. "What's this here?" Coach reached his hand down to my obviously bulging crotch, giving it a firm squeeze.
"It gets harder Coach when you give those harder swats."
"Then you'll have to get some harder swats!"
My stomach was getting excited as Coach unbuckled my jeans and dropped them down exposing the red roasting that paddle had already performed. Coach picked the paddle back up holding it down by his side as he put his foot up and guided me up and across his knee. Yeah, there I was, finally like those athletes with their pants dropped down, taunt but still quivering ass muscles framed by the leg straps of their jockstrap, ass cracked open at the base but retaining just the slightest modesty where the straps come together as cross hairs. Sweat starting to form on their brow as they await the licks that would color their buns. The only difference was that the hairs on my buns were already standing out against a reddened background.
Whack! Whack! Whack! WHACK! Coach wasted no time in applying harder swats to turn me on. I could sense Coach really flicking his wrist, adding that extra sting to each swat! I could sense Coach's dick swelling as he watched his paddle making my tight little butt the shade of red that all bad boys need to experience. Yes Sir, I was getting paddled and my dick was reacting to that hot sting and dream of getting it from my muscular, handsome Coach!
"Yes, I like using my new paddle" Coach had let me down from his knee. My butt was good and sore and my dick was stiff and dripping. Coach held my butt close to his crotch again and reached into my jock pouch to straighten my dick which was bent, caught straining against the blue fabric. "I think your ass needs cooling off.... what do you think?"
"I'd like that Coach." I was stepping out of my jeans and pulling off my socks as I watched Coach strip off his shirt and drop his shorts to the floor. My mouth was watering and I think my eyes said it too as Coach stepped toward me in a tight thong. I stared at his huge bulge. I was wanting what laid behind that thin fabric and as Coach stepped within reach I was on my knees showing him how his team captain appreciates the guidance that Coach gives. I can bet that quite a few of those other team mates dream of what I get to do with Coach. I wore an inner smile as my mouth gently licked on his outline of his _c_o_c_k_, sucking and drawing it closer to my eager lips. Within seconds Coach's _c_o_c_k_ was rock hard, pushing the front of his thong far away from his abdomen. My mouth encircled the sheathed tip and my eyes marveled at the sight of his thick shaft hard with desire. My tongue licked at those cum heavy balls until Coach let loose his meat from its thong cage.
My eyes watched with added anticipation as Coach placed his fingers in the waistband of the thong and brought it up and out over his blood red _c_o_c_k_ head and lowered them to a resting spot across the top of his muscular thighs, just beneath his hanging balls. It was such a _s_e_x_y sight to gaze from the muscle cut between Coach's hairy abdomen and his hip to his _c_o_c_k_ standing at attention from his cropped public hair. Too much .... I'd been waiting to touch the tip of my tongue to the moist slit of his dick, glistening with a tear of pre cum, waiting to feel the velvet skin, knowing that every inch beholds an incredible sensation for both Coach and me. I crawled forward, opened my mouth wide and swallowed his _c_o_c_k_ with a passion. "Yeah that's a good boy .... take all of it..." Coach moaned as my tonsils stroked from each side as my nose was buried hard against his pubic hair. Yes sir, Coach was all the way down, I sucked hard, imagining Coach grabbing hold of the back of my head, pulling me down harder and faster onto his throbbing dick .... _f_u_c_k_ing my mouth hard!
As I awoke from my thoughts I was still sucking hard but I also saw that Coach had picked the paddle back up. There may be extracurricular activities in Coach's office but it's always remains the prime site for discipline. Within seconds I felt the length of the paddle slapping down my left cheek and then my right. I continued to suck but while I did, I pushed my knees back on the floor, straightening and exposing more or my ass to the easy reach of Coach's paddle. I know how to gain from my discipline. Several more swats and my ass was burning again and my dick was stiffer. It got even harder as Coach turned his back to me bending over and exposing his muscular buns, gripping the single strap of his thong tight in his manly ass crack, I didn't need any further prompting, no sir! My hands were on the sides of his buns kneading them, massaging the lower cheeks, opening his crack a little wider. My mouth was open, watering, it was difficult to hold back. I was viewing my Coach's ass bent over in the position that Coach has placed multitudes of young jocks. I was closer and could see the outer edges of his manhole covered by that one thin strap. My dick grew harder as I placed my tongue dead center on the strap, and harder still as I edged my tongue to the side of the strap pushing it aside until I could feel his hole give slightly under the wet moist pressure of my tongue's assault. Yes, I licked and kissed, probed and sucked, seeing those masculine ass globes right in front of my eyes. I don't care what my teammates would say because I know they would be doing the same thing. My dick was drooling pre cum from knowing that it was me allowed to give Coach's ass this very close and special kind of attention.
I could have licked for hours but as I heard Coach moan I also felt Coach turning around, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling me up and across his lap. He again moved my dick in its pouch and positioned it firmly against his left thigh. I looked toward the mirror and dropped my right leg down.... spreading my cheeks wider so Coach would not miss my hole, my boy pussy.... yeah I could see my glowing ass raised up just slightly to present an inviting easy target for Coach's big hands ... there's no need to try to escape the discipline session. WHACK... WHACK.... WHACK.... WHACK... WHACK.... WHACK man the sound echoed from the walls and didn't stop for several minutes. My buns were getting fired up hot, and if the other teammates didn't know what was happening in Coach's office before, they sure did now! I thought that I could see some shadows crossing the window as they edged closer for a better hear and a clandestine view. I'd bet they were nervous peeking in ... knowing that in mere moments their asses could be as blistered as mine ....cause buddy, No one is exempt from team discipline!
I stood up from Coach's lap with a stiff dick and an ass that radiated fire from the tender spots around my hole. No need to fret because I knew Coach would cool me down as he had after each session before he stirred up a fire inside of my ass. Coach had removed his thong and laid on top of me, holding my shoulders as his hard _c_o_c_k_ rubbed between my crack .... his hips humping between my buns .... absorbing the heat he had created and teasing my hole. The feel of Coach dick head right at my little pucker hole drove me crazy with desire. My hips lifted up meeting his gentle trusts. I knew that just a little more pressure, just the right position, and it would pop. I closed my eyes and stroked Coach's arms ... it couldn't be long now before Coach would say the word.
My eyes darted between looking at Coach's dick and gazing up into his blue, blue eyes as he turned me over and slipped his dick into the side of my jock pouch.
"You've really developed some definition." Coach was looking at my body as his _c_o_c_k_ delivered short thrusts along side of my _c_o_c_k_.
"I'm glad you can tell Coach .... I've also been working hard to make my butt nice and firm for you. It's going to be really tight for Coach today."
"Yeah, we need to _f_u_c_k_ that butt of yours good today.... it's been a long time since Coach _f_u_c_k_ed his captain. Are you ready for Coach to _f_u_c_k_ you HARD and do a little spanking with my balls? Yeah, that's exactly what you need!"
I smiled as Coach held his hand on my stomach, telling me to stay put on my back. He walked over to the table where I had left a rubber and some lube. I stared at his ass as he stood there opening the package and quickly unrolled it down the length of his thick _c_o_c_k_. I saw him stroke some lube onto his _c_o_c_k_ and then he tuned to me.
My feet were in the air as his hand rubbed the remaining lube onto my waiting hole. His fingers eased in-between but he could feel how tight I gripped. It felt great and I know Coach was thinking how that tight hot asshole would feel surrounding and holding his dick. My breathing was getting quicker ... just moments to wait and then ahhhhhh Coach's _c_o_c_k_ pushed at and broke through that barrier. Coach was inside of me. Inside a tight world where he could plow and bang and _f_u_c_k_ as hard as he desired because he was _f_u_c_k_ing a man. It felt great as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Coach was taking me for a wild ride and I sure didn't want to come loose. No, I could clearly imagine coach's hot buns flexing up and down, pushing his _c_o_c_k_ deeper against my innards.
"I'm going to do some ball spanking! Your ass is going to feel Coach's big balls slapping your cheeks!" Coach picked me up and stood me up. I was bend over forward, just like for a regular paddling but one leg was up and one leg touched the ground. Coach's position matched mine and I soon felt the full length of Coach's _c_o_c_k_ ramming deep into my boy pussy! "Oh God Coach!" I was frantic as the pounding grew stronger and faster but I still tried to _f_u_c_k_ back against Coach's _c_o_c_k_. Sweat was starting to drip and I knew that those teammates weren't hiding anymore! No matter if they risked a paddling, they wanted to see Coach's big dick ramming into the team captain's hot ass!
Yes Sir, and Coach knew too! "You see those other boys watching you get your ass _f_u_c_k_ed? You see them jacking off over there ... just like you were planning on doing went they got paddled on the bare ass? Those boys are enjoying the show and so is Coach!" Coach had laid me down on my stomach but hadn't slowed. I could still feel his dick drawing back and plunging in as I worked to hold tight. Coach's arms enveloped my outstretched arms, cupping and holding my hands as his hips continued to buck, his ass crack opening and then squeezing shut as his _c_o_c_k_ buried itself deeper inside me.
Those boys were jacking harder too, watching and feeling caught by the energy in the room. "Those boys are cumming .... and so is Coach!!!!" I could feel the spasms take over as Coach's cum spurted over and over again. His muscles tightened, his hands gripped mine tightly as I continued to work my ass ....contracting .... pumping .... then relaxing..... trying to milk every drop of Coach's hot white cream. We both were exhausted but also re-energized. Was it over? This session .... but after all the years Coach has taught, he knows that boys can't seem to stay out of the way of a paddle. Anyway, we still have to take care of those team mates. What's the usual penalty for spying ... three, five, or maybe ten swats? I better let Coach decide.