I knew that this day would come. I'd been waiting the time out with nervous anticipation. Counting down the hours similar to the way I count to myself the number of swats that Coach has so often expertly placed across my tight little ass. I usually run through those past feelings as I make the drive to Coach's office. I like to think back on my own remembrances of boys getting paddled in grade school and junior high. I like to think of the times that I should have been in the principal's office with them if only the circumstances had fallen another way. I like to think about the paddling that Coach has awarded to those Alabama school boys, each hard whack richly deserved. And I especially like to think about the past times that Coach's board has lit up my ass. But this time Coach was coming over to my house .... and yes, I was sure that he was bringing along his paddle.
I was already feeling the stirrings in my briefs as I opened the door and lead Coach into the living room. He was as masculine as ever, dressed in a ribbed sweater shirt and black jeans. His thighs and butt filled out those jeans so nicely and his hot chest and big biceps were clear to the naked eye. I can well imagine the anxiety that some of those young men at school must feel as they imagine the swinging power in Coach's baseball and weight trained arms. I like to think about the butterflies in their stomachs as Coach pulls their discipline permission slip, tells them what they already know, and then pulls his paddle from its resting place.
Coach has got two paddles. One is a solid trusty old oak one made by a school janitor from a broken piece of school furniture. It's got a long handle and ample coverage on the business end. That's the one that introduced me to my first official Alabama school paddling and I'm sure introduced a lot of other boys too!. Burns straight through a pair of jeans and cotton briefs and leaves a lasting impression! Coach's other paddle is much newer with a little shorter handle but with holes drilled through the business end. I imagine that those young men who have been deserving (lucky) enough to have heard its swoosh and then the loud crack haven't set too comfortably afterwards. I wasn't sure which one Coach had brought in his big bag, but I knew that my dick was growing harder as Coach hugged me from behind and told me what a naughty boy I had been!
I knew that I'd been naughty and frankly was planning on being even naughtier. I'd asked for, maybe even been begging for the licks because I knew how hot they would be to both Coach and myself. I didn't wait long to see Coach leaning over and pulling out the paddle with holes. For some reason it looked a little bigger tonight as I glanced at it while I bent forward pointing my ass straight back. Coach positioned himself to my left, bending his knee slightly for me to grab hold of as he placed the paddle across my white dress pants. I thought that I felt him holding the top of my pants with his left hand as the paddle drew back from my ass and quickly and loudly swatted across my buns! Whack! Whack! WHACK!!
The burn was just starting to rise back up through my pants as Coach reached around and quickly pulled my belt loose. I soon was standing there with my pants around my knees with Coach pulling my thin white bikinis back just enough for him to survey the results of those sanctioned swats. Not enough! No, I was back across Coach's knee feeling his hand spanking me like a little boy. I could feel my buns getting warmer where it was covered by the briefs but it was really stinging good as Coach smacked across the leg opening and hit that bear skin on my cheeks and upper thighs. Stung even more as the paddle whacked those same places a dozen more times. Had I learned a lesson?
Coach must have thought so because he raised me back up and wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling me tight against his chest and body. My hot spanked buns were pressed right on his crotch. I could feel the stiffness pressing out from his jeans and it became more pronounced as I started squeezing and thrusting my butt against the outline of Coach's big _c_o_c_k_!
"I need to feel some of that hot boy ass on my dick!" Coach was whispering in my ear and pulling me back closer. Thrusting his hips to meet my rubbing.
My breath was quickening as the heat that we were generating started to spread. Yeah, this was what I'd been dreaming about for weeks. Feeling my hole quiver in anticipation of getting _f_u_c_k_ed by Coach's big thick _c_o_c_k_! The adrenaline was starting to flow as I thought about my hot reddened buns warming Coach's _c_o_c_k_. Thinking about how full of cum his balls were and how that heat would help make them explode! I was already riding on Coach and we still had our clothes on.... but not for long. Coach's hands slipped around my waist and lifted up, pulling my dress shirt and tee shirt up over my head. I kicked my pants off and went for coach's belt as he pulled his shirt off. I grinned as his beautiful hairy chest came into view .... and grinned even more as he playfully slapped me with the end of his belt .... ummmm ... I remember some licks from Coach's belt one time and my dick grew harder as Coach gave me a wicked little grin too .... maybe next time.... but for now the hormones were raging ....really bad!
Coach was right behind me as we hurried up the stairs to my bedroom. Oh man I knew that Coach had a clear view of my brief covered buns as I went up in front of him, and I knew that the same redness that was showing down my leg would be visible for all the boys at the gym to know that I'd been paddled. And I knew that knowledge was making Coach even harder!
"Suck on Coach's _c_o_c_k_!" I was on my knees licking at the thin briefs that covered his swollen _c_o_c_k_ and caressing his buns with my hands. "I'm going to _f_u_c_k_ your little boy pussy!" Nothing could make me smile any more than to hear those words and to have my mouth kneading my Coach's _c_o_c_k_ head through his underwear. Its outline was distinct and made even more so as my tongue licked along the shaft, slowly reaching for his aching balls. Man I knew they were heavy with cum just waiting for a chance to explode in my tight boy pussy. Man I was ready for a hard pounding and Coach's _c_o_c_k_ was too as it popped from the top of his briefs. Yeah that _c_o_c_k_ wanted out and it was soon standing straight up as Coach stepped out of his briefs! My mouth was watering as I tossed my briefs aside and rubbed my hands up Coach's hot ass while he slipped the rubber over his throbbing swollen _c_o_c_k_.
"This is what I like best ... _f_u_c_k_ing your tight hole!"
"Yes, Sir! I love for my Coach to _f_u_c_k_ me HARD!" I spread my legs apart, bent over and pushed my rounded ass back. Coach stepped forward and I could feel his hard _c_o_c_k_ at my crack, just above my little boy hole. I pushed back and raised up just enough to feel the pressure directly on my hole. Man just moments, I thought as I took a breath and pushed back thinking how much I love Coach to be inside me. My little hole is tight and didn't seem to want to budge but just as suddenly Coach's _c_o_c_k_ slid through.
Oh man it's heaven. I could feel my hole uncontrollably tightening around Coach's whole _c_o_c_k_ as it pushed farther in. "_f_u_c_k_ me slowly." Coach told be as he stood still waiting for my ass to start thrusting back onto his _c_o_c_k_... impaling myself on his man meat. Yeah I was _f_u_c_k_ing my Coach's _c_o_c_k_ and then he was _f_u_c_k_ing me!
All I could think about was how wonderful it feels to have my breath taken away. Such a sensation to be completely filled. Such a sensation to feel Coach laying me down on the bed and beginning to go full stroke!
It was even hotter to look to the fireplace mirror that I arranged to angle down so it shows an unobstructed view from the bed. I looked over as we first laid across the bed and saw the red stripe down the side of my ass with Coach pumping on top of me. It didn't take Coach many seconds to make the scene even hotter as he turned us diagonally to the mirror where Coach's hot masculine muscled ass was clearly visible. My dick was getting harder and wetter as I watched Coach spreading his legs so the whole action was visible.
"You're such a naughty boy." Coach kept saying to me as he _f_u_c_k_ed harder and harder.
"God Coach!" was all I could say over and over as I watched and felt his balls slap into my ass... his _c_o_c_k_ pound even farther! I was both a participant and a spectator to that hot scene and so was Coach! We were seeing clearly what those other boys on the team had seen as they spied on Coach _f_u_c_k_ing me! No wonder they had jacked on their dicks so hard! Yeah, I was getting hotter and hotter as I watched Coach looking in the mirror. I squeezed my hole tighter as I saw him watching as his ass cheeks opened and closed as he pumped harder! Man his crack opened up quickly exposing his hot man hole and then shutting back as his _c_o_c_k_ plunged deeper! It was just like watching a porn movie shot from my favorite angle (butt view) but yet being in it! Yeah THIS was a real fantasy come true with my Coach who was into it as much as me! _d_a_m_n_ it was a huge turn on and I could feel Coach getting closer! I could see it in the mirror too as that cum and eroticism boiled up and literally exploded! I could watch the intensity roll over Coach's body as his cum _f_u_c_k_ing filled my ass! What a spanking .... What a _f_u_c_k_ing...What a man! After the last time when Coach came twice I didn't think it could get any better ... but obviously I did learn something from this spanking.