Coach Whips My Ass


by Alan Katz

It was in the middle of that February when I started partying with a lot of the other guys on the team I'd gotten friendly with. We were doing a lot of drinking, cruising around the back roads too fast, some of the guys were even doing meth. There was a bar about 20 miles outside of town where the owner wasn't too interested in your ID, just if you could pay for your booze. One Friday night I went to the bar by myself, the other guys all had dates or something else to do. I got pretty tanked up on beer and shots and left around 1 a. m. On the way back to school I almost hit another car going the other way, and ended up in the ditch. The other car stopped and came back, the guy got out and came over to my car.

It was Coach Stuart. Uh oh!

He took one look and he could tell I was ripped. He was REALLY pissed off, yelling about how I could have killed us both, what kinda asshole kid was I for getting tanked up and then driving, etc. Also that I could get thrown out of school, lose my student aid, even get arrested for DWI and go to jail. He opened my door and dragged me out. He was a pretty big guy, about 6'1" and husky, and I was only a 5'8" kid so he had no trouble pulling me out of the car. He pretty much dragged me to his car by the scruff of my neck and put me in the passenger seat. He got in and we drove back to campus, with him yelling at me the whole time. I was getting sobered up cause he was REALLY mad and yelling real loud and I was starting to think about how much trouble I might be in.

When we got back to school he didn't drive to the dorms, he drove to the lot behind the gym pool building. We got out and he unlocked the building, he flipped on a couple lights and yelled at me to get down to the locker room and take a shower until I sobered up and then he'd "deal with" me. He went into his office and I went down to the lockers, stripped, and got in the shower. It felt really good even though I was afraid Coach was going to make me take a note to the Dean or even call my folks and tell them what I'd done. I stood under the shower probably 15 minutes, then I shut it off and went back to my locker. My clothes were gone! All that was there was a couple towels and my athletic socks. I looked around but I couldn't find my clothes anywhere. So I toweled down, put on my socks, wrapped a towel around my waist and went up to Coach's office.

He was sitting at his desk in his sweats. My clothes were folded on top of his desk. He told me to sit down. He was still REAL pissed, I could tell by the way he almost clenched his teeth while he talked to me. He said something like "I'm going to give you a choice Matt. You're a goood student and a good wrestler, but you're acting like a spoiled brat. I'm not going to take the chance that you'll drink and drive again, kill yourself or somebody else. So I can either call your parents and send a report to the Dean recommending that you be expelled, or I can punish you myself. What's it going to be?" I didn't know what to say, I already felt like a little jerk sitting there practically naked in front of Coach, and I was scared to death of getting thrown out of school. I asked him what he meant. He reached into his bottom desk drawer and brought out a wood paddle and laid it on the desk, he said "I used to have a spoiled brat of my own at home. He's not spoiled anymore thanks to this," and he tapped the paddle. Then I REALLY freaked out. I thought he must be some kind of pervert or something, I was 19, way too old for a paddling. But if I didn't take it he would get me kicked out. I was scared of how much it would hurt too, since I figured out pretty quick that he took my clothes cause if I took the paddling it was going to be bare-butt. He could tell how scared I was, he said a little bit nicer, "Look Matt you have to understand that what you did was very serious, it could even have been fatal. I know you don't want to be paddled. That's the whole point. If you know what will happen twice as bad if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I'm betting you won't do it. Once it's over, the whole incident is over. I won't refer to it again, I won't tell anyone what you did, and I won't treat you any differently than the other boys on the team."

So I said OK, even though I was really afraid.

He stood up, picked up the paddle and told me to follow him. I got a good look at the paddle on the way down the hall, it was about 16 inches long, maybe 4 inches wide, it had three big holes about the size of a silver dollar right down the middle, it looked pretty scary. I had been spanked by my dad a few times, but only with his hand on my pants.

We went into the "B" gym which was set up for gymnastics. He told me to take off the towel. I did, I was embarassed a LOT, it was one thing to be naked in the locker room, but not like this. He told me again about how it was important to understand that you have to get punished when you do something wrong, but I didn't reall hear most of it because the whole time he talked, he slowly rolled up his sleeve on his right arm until it was almost up to his armpit. Boy did he have BIG muscles. I knew it was going to hurt a LOT. He told me to bend over a pommel horse that was right next to me, so I laid down on my stomch between the handles with my butt stuck up, waiting for it.

WHACK!!!!! Jesus, it felt like he hit me with something red hot!! I let out a yell that echoed all over the place. _d_a_m_n_ it hurt! I jumped, not much cause only my toes were touching the floor. Then the next one, WHACK!!!! OWTCH JESUS!!!!!! My butt felt like somebody poured boiling water on it! I couldn't believe how much it hurt!!! I yelled again even louder. The next one, WHACK!!!!! O MAN RED BURNING HOT!!!!! I let out a yell that was almost a scream, jesus it hurt like I never knew ANYTHING could hurt! My ass was so hot I almost expected to smell meat cooking! I couldn't take it, I slipped back off the horse and spun around holding my sore butt with both hands.

Coach told me to get back on the pommel horse. I couldn't say anything cause I was afraid I would start crying if I tried. I just shook my head and looked at him. He said "If you can't take your punishment I'll have to make sure you take it." He told me to stand exactly where I was, and not move an inch. He went back to the equipment locker and came back with a handful of jumpropes, took hold of me by the back of my neck and pulled me over to a vault horse -- it's like a pommel horse but without any handles. He picked me up under the arms and laid me down lengthwise on the horse with my legs straddled on each side of it, they were spread so far apart it almost hurt. Then he took the jumpropes and tied my wrists together under the horse, and tied each of my ankles to the big bolts that dogged the horse to the floor. I did start to cry then, I was so afraid. And I was really afraid he might hit my nuts, cause I could feel cold air on them, they were laying down between my spread legs on top of the vinyl cover of the vault horse. Then it came. WHACK! OWWWWWW!!!! I yelled! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! Oh my god it hurt so bad I couldn't believe it! He was hitting my bare butt fast and HARD, no breathers in between, I was crying like a little kid and yelling my head off every time that paddle blistered across my bare behind. My butt was hot hot HOT, I was wiggling like a fish on a hook trying to get away from it but I was tied tight. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I didn't think here was that much hot burning stinging sore PAIN in the world. He just kept on paddling my bare ass hard no matter how much I struggled or yelled. I guess he had given me about forty whacks when even through the burning in my butt I realized I was about to shoot my load, rubbing all sweaty against that slippery vinyl must have made me hard but my butt hurt so bad I hadn't noticed it. I panicked, I had been pleading for him to stop but now I was really begging, I didn't want to get spanked anymore and I SURE didn't want to shoot in f! ront of Coach, but it was too late. Just as a hard WHACK! smacked across my sore butt, I felt it start and I couldn't stop it, it shot out hot against my stomach while he kept whacking my behind, oh man, at least five big squirts. Weird too cause even as much as my ass hurt it felt so frigging GOOD when I shot, even though Coach was still paddling me while I did. After about 4 more he quit. He walked up to the front of the horse and siad "I hope we won't have to repeat this Matt." I was still crying, I said "I promise", he reached down and untied my hands, then went around and took the jumpropes off my ankles and told me to get down. Oh man I was SO afraid of what would happen when he saw the mess on me and the vault horse. I got down and he just looked at me, he COULDN'T have missed it cause all the little hairs on my stomach were plastered down with my juice, it was in my bush, and it was a big puddle on the horse,, even starting to run off the side. He didn't say anything about it, just told me to go take another shower, get dressed, and go back to my dorm.

That was my spanking experience. WEIRDEST experience of my life.


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