Last week I grinned as I clicked that send key and shot off the copy of "Paddle Burned ..." to Coach. A devilish grin, as I hoped that Coach's _c_o_c_k_ would grow hard as he read and relived each detail of our previous hot session. I watched the story disappear from my screen and fantasized about Coach's hand reaching down to free his _c_o_c_k_ as it swelled larger and longer with each memory provoking word. I imagined the pre cum leaking from the tip, glistening for a moment before his fingers rubbed it around his _c_o_c_k_ head, as his mind slowly drifted from the words to his own vivid memories of those sights, sounds and feelings, and back again. I imagined Coach closing his eyes and pulling up those images of my paddled red ass and his big _c_o_c_k_ parting those red hot mounds. I imagined him cumming, spurt after _f_u_c_k_ing massive spurt ... and I felt satisfied that I was about to turn my Coach on once again, even as he sat in his house, complete with wife and kids, while I sat hundreds of miles away.
I shot my load that night and went to bed thinking that it would be weeks before I'd be called to Coach's door. Thinking that those hot memories were going to have to hold me until I could get recharged with the real thing again. Yeah, I'd take my own store bought paddle in the meantime and whack my ass three or five times to get that physical sensation while I look at Coach's picture, read some of his paddling descriptions and jack off but it sure wouldn't be that unknown intensity or the chemistry of having my muscular built coach wielding the power. I knew that Coach had a busy summer lined up. Besides the on going athletics at his school he had lined up two out of town camps. Things didn't look too promising until one of Coach's buddies said that the accounting sounded like a fantasy.
Seems that Coach has some online buddies whom he shares my little teasers of our discipline sessions with. Now while I've always written these to show Coach how hungry his team captain is, I also found this hot when Coach told me. I look at it like the word going around school after that familiar wood meets butt sound echoes down the hall. Yeah, suppose that makes me harder to know that those other coaches and assistance are witnessing, so to speak, called in at the last minute for that formality as Coach lays the wood across my ass and then smacks his balls against my buns!
I laughed as I thought about fantasy. Ummm.... what would be a good one?
"Coach I got something to tell you." The room was silent because I had been late and Coach was waiting with that familiar paddle in his hand. It was the varnished oak one drilled with half inch holes. Sturdy and swift. Coach and several of the other coaches had received them as presents several years before from the head coach. I don't know about the other paddles, but Coach had put his to good use on several young men's bubble butts including my own. I've been hard many a night thinking about the five young men who I know felt it.
"Get on up there!" Coach had his foot resting on the end of the bed as I perched myself across his knee, the position sticking my ass up and out. Coach knows that I'm a voyeur and always places me in front of a mirror where I can be a witness and a recipient at the same time.
Coach had the paddle resting across my lower cheeks. I had those butterflies as I felt it slowly rubbing back and forth across my 32" Levi's as Coach contemplated his aim. I moved my head from side to side to obtain the best possible view. "Coach, is going to be paddling his own briefs." I let out the secrete that had excited me on the way over.
"Is that so?" I could feel Coach pulling on the top center loop of my jeans, pulling them up into my crack, tightening then across my vulnerable little butt. My eyes were looking straight back at my faded, worn jeans and I speculated in my own mind that Coach had caused some of the wear himself. I could see the reflection of Coach's intent look as the slow rubbing stopped and the paddle reared back, seemingly in slow motion ... but not.
WHACK! The energy raced across my lower cheeks as I heard the noise and watched the jeans flatten. WHACK!! Coach held the jeans tight against my buns as Coach laid that swat lower. I could feel the back of my upper right thigh crying out that it had gotten paddled! Man that one was felt! My dick was hard and pushing against Coach's thigh but even it hesitated a moment to take note of the throbbing in back of me. I kept my eyes glued though to the hot reflections of this boy bent over Coach's knee with the paddle once again on the upswing. WHACKKK!! I'd though that I'd seen a little hesitation, but then Coach's arm delivered that last swat with authority! My ass was burning as was my thigh with Coach's signature pattern. Coach likes to gives at least one low enough where the recipient can't hide the fact that he got paddled.
"There's your school swats!"
"Yes Sir, I can see why some of those boys don't want to come back for a second dose."
"But some of them come back multiple times!" I smiled as Coach said this, and I smiled more as Coach dropped my jeans down past my knees. Coach's hand grabbed the waistband of the black briefs above my crack and pulled them straight down. Coach surveyed my buns for a moment before the briefs were returned to their original position and Coach was again lifting his foot up and guiding me back to my original position. "I thought that I was missing a pair of briefs! Did you snitch them from Coach's Bag?"
"Yes Coach. I wanted a pair of your underwear. I wanted them because they had been so close to your dick and ball and your ass." I'd though for days, no weeks about wearing them and letting Coach paddle his own underwear as if it were his bottom in them. I worn them once before as I tried to get a paddling, but that day Coach had other things on his mind.
This day Coach just had a HOT spanking on his mind! I was back across his knee in an instant and that paddle was setting fire to his my briefs just as fast. WHACK ... Whack ...WHACK.... WHACK .....WHACK ... WHACK... I tried to keep actual count of the number but after a few the fire clouds my mind and it can only concentrate on two things, my ass and that paddle.
"Yeah Coach, paddle these bad boy buns hard! Make them feel just like those jocks you've paddled!" You wouldn't have thought that it had been just two weeks since my last paddling, but I wanted this session to really stay with me while Coach would be gone to camp.
"BAD boys get paddled on the bare!" Coach wedged the briefs together up my crack and exposed the bare red skin to the paddle! The black briefs created a nice contrast to the red. WHACK WHACK WHACK! Man that lower right cheek was absorbing the majority of the wood's might. IT STUNG BAD! But my dick was stiff and leaking against Coach's leg.
I felt Coach's hand reaching forward toward that swelling. Coach squeezed on my dick and then with his other hand pulled the briefs past my burning ass and took me across his lap for a quick but intense dose of hand spanks. My dick was freed now and continued to rub across Coach's thigh as my ass moved to greet each hand spank
"Yeah that's my boy ... get that butt up here!" Those hand slaps were targeting my lower cheeks and they were becoming redder and hotter. I could see Coach's dick getting harder as he stood me back up. Coach stood there silent for a moment, observing the situation. I was standing with my jeans around my feet and my briefs around my knees.
"Take those off." Coach motioned to my jeans as he pulled his dark Henley shirt over is head and tossed it aside. Coach stood there looking very _s_e_x_y in a ribbed gray tank top and snug 34" Levi's. My mouth began to water as Coach flexed his arms upward and his left biceps grew big and hard. I put my hands around his waist and leaned over until my lips touched his bulging biceps. My lips gently kissed his skin and my tongue slithered along the outline of that muscle. I grew hotter as he pealed the tank top off, revealing his tanned, hairy, muscular chest. My heart began to beat faster and the sweat trickled from my brow as his hand reached down toward his jeans. My eyes lingered on the line of hair trailing from his chest down to his belly button down to his hand loosening the top button of his jeans. My mouth followed the same path.... licking and sucking in his left nipple, gnawing it ever so gently but still so firm. His nipple was hard, I could only imagine how hard Coach's _c_o_c_k_ head was. I wanted it but Coach was holding back. He pushed my head toward his belly button. A quirky smile came over me as I began to kiss and probe his cute little button ..... just as I have kissed on Coach's hot asshole so many times!
Coach finally moved his hand back to his jeans, and as he lowered the zipper down, his jeans spread open like a curtain on a stage to reveal the main performance. Coach's blue bikini briefs were bulging, only barely able to hold in his thick manly _c_o_c_k_. I could see its head peeking so slightly out the side, and that was where my mouth went. I had to feed the hunger that had built inside me. I could taste that familiar flavor of Coach _c_o_c_k_ as I licked and sucked at it, but Coach wouldn't let his team captain have it yet.
"Stir my balls. Get that cum churning!" Coach never has to ask twice. Especially of his team captain. Anything that Coach wants, any favor that he needs is a pleasure for his little spank and _f_u_c_k_ boy. I know Coach was moaning inside as he reached for the paddle and bent forward, rubbing my back with one hand while the other slapped the paddle down one cheek and then the other.
"Whack me hard, Coach!" The fresh sting energized my sucking.
"Lets get you up here." Coach stepped from his jeans as he leaned me forward on the bed. There was my red hot ass centered in the mirror, ready as Coach swung the paddle. It really sang and echoed! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I was watching each swat connect, begging inside for Coach to make it count, and man he did!
"Put that butt up!" Coach commanded as he snapped his wrist and sent the paddle singing to its target. I held my dick and watched as the bright red on the top of my thigh burned and became dark red in the instant the paddle kissed my ass! Yes, I'd be feeling this paddling for a couple of days when I sat down!
Coach could see it too but still gave me a couple of more good swats straight across the ass. "You've got a mark back there." Coach whispered as he tossed the paddle aside and laid his body on top of me.
"Like that article said, paddlings leave marks but marks fade away." I could feel Coach's _c_o_c_k_ pressing hard against my hot buns as I started to thrust and tighten my cheeks against his bulge.
"I've got to have some boy pussy!"
Oh yes! I nervously reached to hand Coach the lube and bent over to get a rubber from my gym bag. I felt his big fingers probing my little pink hole. Ummm it felt good but something much bigger was coming.
"_d_a_m_n_, you've got me excited .... I can barely get this rubber over my _c_o_c_k_ head!" The rubber was stretched thin. You could barely see it as Coach's _c_o_c_k_ was totally engorged. "Backup on to it." Coach had placed the tip of his _c_o_c_k_ right at my hole. I was bending over, my legs spread and my butt pushed back. I could feel that resistance and I know Coach could feel it to as I pushed and pushed and then the resistance broke and his big _c_o_c_k_ slid in, all the way. My asshole sizzled as his _c_o_c_k_ pushed that sphincter miscle apart. My hot ass cheeks gripped Coach's shaft heating him up as he laid me forward face down on the bed and began to pump .... _f_u_c_k_ing deep in and almost all the way back out. My hole tightened to keep Coach's _c_o_c_k_ head from leaving its warm hole!
"Oh Coach! _f_u_c_k_ me good .... yeah _f_u_c_k_ this ass that you just blistered! _f_u_c_k_ this ass like those boy in the black jocks needed to be _f_u_c_k_ed! Oh God!" Coach was pounding my ass good. "_d_a_m_n_ Coach you know how to _f_u_c_k_!"
"Coach needs some jock ass every now and again! Got to teach you boys to stay in line!"
"Yes Sir!" I tried to look back again to catch Coach's buns thrusting his _c_o_c_k_ into me but instead I raised my ass up to _f_u_c_k_ against Coach's crotch as I watched Coach looking back in the mirror at his ass and smacking each of his buns with the paddle!
"Nice to feel that tingle!" The words barely left Coach's mouth when he shuddered and his thrusting slowed. Oh yes! Coach was going to explode! His _c_o_c_k_ had been throbbing and there was no holding back! I tightened my ass muscles and squeezed my hole pumping back on his rigid _c_o_c_k_. My hole was stuffed but wanting all of Coach! He was cumming and he started _f_u_c_k_ing hard again as Coach cum shot wildly from his _c_o_c_k_! I knew that rubber was overflowing!
Oh man we were hot!
"Jack off for me" I was stroking my dick as Coach walked back from the bathroom. I was admiring the two pink spots on Coach's muscular ass as I stroked. I always like hearing about paddling, either ones Coach has witnessed, given, or received.
"Coach, can I give you one swat?" I smiled, hoping.
"Okay" My dick was ready to explode! I picked up the paddle that had just blistered my ass and Coach bent slightly forward. There before me were the most perfect masculine muscular bubble buns that I've ever seen. Whack!! The swat went quick and his bubble buns immediately displayed that single red stripe with a small circular spot on one cheek from one of the paddle holes. I sure wouldn't smack Coach hard, but I think it stung.
I started stroking harder.... looking at Coach looking at his eyes .... thinking about which of the hundreds of questions that I'd thought about asking Coach to ask. "Tell me about the first school paddling you got."
Coach had barely gotten the first words about his sixth grade coach out of his mouth when my imagination was too much and my load flew .... Wow! I'm glad Coach decided that we needed this session before he went to camp! Can't wait till he gets back!
Fantasy? Only if you're not there.