Man, what a day Saturday had been! School had started eight weeks before and I went for seven weeks without a trip to Coach's office (not that I didn't want to be called in).... but now I was back for the second time in a week.
That previous Friday was still fresh in my mind and I could sense my butt twitching as I drove to this second appointment with Coach's paddle. I was thinking "what was Coach going to think about having to use part of his Saturday to discipline his team captain?" I pulled up beside Coach's truck thinking that I knew what was going to take place once we got in private. No witness for this discipline session. Guess that's part of the reason I smiled as I watched Coach step from his truck and momentarily lean back in to gather up the gym bag that I knew held his paddle. Yes, I knew I was going to get paddled, but watching Coach bend over and concentrating on how well his jeans brought out the muscular curve of Coach's ass caused my dick to stir, I was going to be stiff even before I felt Coach's hand on my shoulder guiding me into the paaddling position.
We walked into the room and Coach placed his bag on the table. He went into the bathroom as I removed my shoes, watch, and emptied my back pockets. I could hear Coach finishing up as I waited in front of the low dresser and mirror on the wall. I intently watched Coach's reflection as he pulled the paddle with holes from the bag. My dick was pushing a little harder against my thin white sports briefs, this time I'd worn this added thin layer instead of a jock strap since I wasn't wearing jeans. No, instead I had on some nylon pants that pulled tight against my buns as Coach placed his foot up on the dresser and bent me forward across his knee. I could imagine that the material creased deep in my crack as Coach pulled me up higher on his knee until I was standing on tiptoes with the base of my ass pointing straight out .... just waiting. My eyes glanced back at Coach's ass. I was thinking that if he was naked or in a jock strap, then from this position I could be looking straight at his manly ass crack. I suddenly shifted my focus to the mirror as a loud WHACK rolled across the room and the fire from Coach's paddle lit up on my ass! _d_a_m_n_, I looked straight ahead in the mirror at the reflection of me bent over, of Coach's whole hot muscular body and of the paddle arching back to the center of my ass WHACK! I kept my eyes dead ahead. I was enthralled by this view and with each new swat, the sting intensified and my dick pushed harder against Coach's thigh! WHACK....WHACK....WHACK!! The burn spread evenly across my lower cheeks as Coach methodically delivered one swat after another, each firmer and harder than the last. We had already surpassed the school sanctioned swats back at five but that was why there was no other coach witnessing- this was just between Coach and his team captain and the team captain had been assured of a blistered ass. When I felt number thirteen smack extra hard across my butt I knew that Coach had kept his promise and my butt knew that a paddling is a paddling, no matter how much you might like Coach.
I eased down from Coach's knee as he reached toward my belt and my fly. "Somebody's awful excited." Coach spoke into my ear as his hand unbuttoned my fly.
"Yeah" is all I could think to say as I turned my head, wanting to kiss on his ear, but feeling my pants drop to my knees. Coach grabbed my crotch with one hand and I watched the reflection as his other hand pulled my underwear away from my burning buns to check on the results.
Coach pulled me close to him unleashing an uncontrolled desire to hump my hot, paddled ass against Coach's crotch. I knew he could feel the heat even through my underwear and his jeans and that thought made my ass clench and rub harder against Coach's crotch. My aim was to make sure that Coach was as horny and as hard as he had made me!
I didn't have to work long! No, Coach is a virile stud who doesn't need much coaxing to sport a huge boner. I turned around to nervously unbutton the top buttons on his shirt as Coach unbuckled his belt and let the zipper down on his jeans. "I decided to be a little exotic today." Coach spoke as I dropped to my knees and watched his "animal" throbbing behind his jungle printed briefs.
My hands reached to pull his hips closer while my mouth pressed closer to his massive bulge. My lips were moist, wet, almost drooling as my mouth strained to kiss my married Coach's hot _c_o_c_k_. I licked up his shaft, wetting each inch, hoping to make the material dissolve as Coach pulled his shirt over his head. My eyes wide, gazed upward at Coach's hairy, muscular, tanned chest as my smiling mouth continued to gnaw at his hard _c_o_c_k_, sort of like a puppy with his bone. And like an excited animal my desires only intensified as Coach held me back, as we both worked to remove his jeans.
Once freed of everything but his briefs, Coach sat back on the edge of the bed and I pounced back on the wet throbbing impression. Coach leaned back, momentarily caught up in the pleasures of his boy struggling to get a taste of his _c_o_c_k_, his balls and his cum, but then as I gnawed at Coach's balls I felt him lean forward and slap my ass cheek with his hand. If excited me more and I arched my butt upward presenting a rounder profile to Coach's slaps. I imagined Coach gazing at my butt's reflection in the mirror each cheek still bright red as he picked up the paddle and began to slowly swat one cheek and then the other whack... whack.... whack.... whack .... all while I continued to nurse and churn the cum in Coach's balls.
Coach was getting close. All that spanking and sucking was driving both Coach and myself closer to an absolute need. My firm round buns were smarting and red, and my dick was sticking dead into Coach's thigh as he spread my legs across his lap and completed my discipline session one loud hand spank after another,,, spanking my hole my cheeks, and my leg. Each swat hurt, and echoed, but my ass kept raising up for more, meeting those hard slaps just like my ass was anxious to raise up and meet the thrusts of Coach's hot man meat. I'd taken my paddling like a man and now I was ready to feel Coach pounding my ass like he _f_u_c_k_s pussy! Yeah, that's what I was thinking as Coach pushed me back on the bed and stood over me flexing his hot muscles. That's what I hoping for as my mouth reached forward and pulled the top of Coach's jungle briefs back to where my eyes could finally see the tip of Coach's _c_o_c_k_ peeking over, its eye slit oozing crystal clear drops of pre cum! My senses exploded as I pushed my lips behind Coach's _c_o_c_k_ head and closed my tongue down on those drops of pre cum! I savored the taste of my hot man as Coach stopped teasing me and pulled his underwear off! My mouth engulfed his whole big dick as I swallowed it down .... one stoke .... two .... three .... four strokes.
"You're going to get _f_u_c_k_ed!" Coach pulled back and turned to get the rubber. I followed him and dropped back to me knees, kissing on Coach's hot ass cheeks as he rolled the rubber down his engorged _c_o_c_k_!
That _c_o_c_k_ was going to be mine all mine and I couldn't wait! I bent over on the end of the bed and turned to watch Coach step up and hold his blood engorged _c_o_c_k_ head right on top of my boy pussy. I had to breath deep and watch as Coach's powerful buns contracted and pushed his _c_o_c_k_ into my tight hot hole. God! It was starting to feel like heaven as Coach grabbed hold of my stomach and pushed in deeper while laying us down on the bed. At first I looked back in the mirror as Coach started pumping my ass but I had to shift my eyes forward and hold his strong arms as his pounding intensified! My ass was bucking upward, uncontrollably griping Coach's _c_o_c_k_ as it swelled thicker with each thrust.
"OH YES _f_u_c_k_ ME HARD COACH!" I didn't need to ask - no, Coach knows how to _f_u_c_k_ - to _f_u_c_k_ deep and hard! "Yes COACH I can feel it swelling bigger!"
_d_a_m_n_, I shouldn't swear, Coach might paddle me if my permission slip is signed, but I couldn't help it! It felt so great to have my Coach a part of me, plowing his _c_o_c_k_ deep in me, shooting his load of creamy, tasty cum in my ass. "I'm still cumming!" Coach had started exploding moments before and while he stopped thrusting, my sphincter kept squeezing, gripping and milking every drop from Coach's balls!
I turned over exhausted, a satisfied smile on my face. Coach had _f_u_c_k_ed me good!
"I want you to shoot me a load of that boy cum." Coach straddled me with his legs as I started to stroke my dick. "I know you're going to go home and jack off thinking about Coach's big _c_o_c_k_ _f_u_c_k_ing your ass ... so I want you to shoot that load now!"
Coach was right. I always get his hot cum from the rubber and then I jack off thinking about the sting on my paddled ass and the hot sensation of Coach's _c_o_c_k_ pumping inside me, the visuals of Coach's manly ass thrusting his _c_o_c_k_ and balls .... thinking about my Coach having experienced the paddle as a teenager ... and thinking about the young men who have bent over for Coach to apply three to five blistering swats. All those thoughts added up fast ....as I shot all over my stomach.
Wow, it was one hell of a _f_u_c_k_! I was smiling as I stood up and we headed to the shower but sort of lightheaded. Within minutes Coach was catching me as I fell and calling my name.... If you really knew how handsome Coach is you might tease me and say that I'd swooned like one of the girls in his class over such a stud... but then too, if you knew Coach like I do you might think he had _f_u_c_k_ed my brains out. Either way I found out what Coach thought about spending part of his Saturday disciplining his team captain.