Gym Class Part III III


by Woody Woodshed

Prelude

The following story contains part three of a mostly true-life experience from my junior high days in Texas in the early 70's. I have taken dramatic license to include myself as the recipient of the corporal punishment with William. (It's my story and if I want a whipping I can get a whipping....so there!) If the whole truth were told I was one of the students standing outside listening to the muffled sounds of the paddle rhythmically striking William. I remember trying to talk to him as he walked out of the office, but he ducked his head and walked rapidly away. William's and my second paddling did not occur, but the rest of the story is true.

Some to the names have changed, not to protect the innocent, but simply because I suffer from CRS decease and I can't remember anybody's name.

I only got one pop in my entire junior high career and it was kind of anti-climatic and not worth mentioning.

I turned and looked a William and saw that his eyes were still blood shot. He was still rubbing his butt. I knew that there would be some kids waiting for us outside the door and I wanted to act like the spanking did not bother me. Yea right. I forced my hands from my butt and wiped my face with my shirt. I looked at the door, but made no move toward it. William did not seem to be in a rush either. Scott opened the door and I saw about six kids standing outside. I would have been one of them if I weren't the star attraction. They stepped back and let Scott walk by. I walked out following William.

"Man did you two get it."

"Did it hurt?"

"I bet you listen to Scott now, I know that I will."

They were still talking as I walked rapidly by. Kept my head down so that they couldn't see that I had been crying. I headed for a safe haven inside a bathroom stall. I pulled my gym pants down and could feel the welts on my butt. I started to sit on the toilet so that I could pee, but the toilet seat hurt too much. I stood up and peed standing up like a man, or a boy whose butt is too sore from a spanking to sit down.

I wanted to go to my locker and get dressed to go home, but I could not face the other kids yet. I tired to sit down on the toilet and after several tries I was able to sit semi comfortable. In fact, as long as I did not move around I was rather enjoying the feeling on my butt. To this day I cannot explain that feeling. My butt was warm and hurt, but I felt good about myself. Too embarrassed to see anyone though. When I did move I was reminded of why I did not like being spanked, it just plan hurt. I hid out in the bathroom stall until I didn't hear anyone in the locker room.

I went to my locker and got undressed for my shower. As I walked into the shower William was walking out. He looked somewhat better.

"William, I'm sorry that I messed with your shoes and got you in trouble."

"OK, I'm sorry I started fighting with you and got us a second.... you know."

"Yea I know, I hope it's not as bad as the first one. My butt is sore."

"It's red too."

I think that slipped out. I'm not sure William wanted me to know he had looked at my butt. As long as he was just looking at the damage it was OK. I preferred girls' butts. (They were just starting to develop them at my age.) William rushed off without another words. I stared at his bottom as he walked off. I couldn't believe how red it was. I couldn't wait to get home to look at mine in the mirror.

Home. Oh my, how was I going to sit down without my parents noticing? I took a quick cold shower and decided that I would have to spend as much time in my room as I could until my bottom was not so sore. I wondered how long that would take. The cold water did feel good on my butt.

I got dressed and walked home. Mom was working the evening shift and my older sister was the only one home. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I pulled my pants off and turned around to the mirror. Man did my butt look bad. You had to look real close to find the five different paddle marks, but I looked real close. It was mostly red, but there was some purple, and even some white spots. I kept feeling the raised welts, enjoying the heat. There was an initial shock when I sat or moved real quickly, but I was strangely enjoying myself now. I was still scared of the next spanking, but had a real funny feeling. I spent most of the afternoon in my room, working on a school project that was not due for over a week. I just did not think I wanted to be around anyone. I made it through supper without anyone noticing that I had a sore bottom and returned to my room.

That night I relived my spanking over and over in my mind. I'm not going to say what came up, but in the sixties we were warned that it would make us go blind.

In the morning I got up and examined my butt in the mirror. Most of the red was gone, but there were two black and purple bruises. I went to breakfast and sat down quickly without thinking and the pain resurged. I'm sure that I jumped, but no one noticed.

At school I tried to avoid the subject, but a few kids from gym asked me how it was. I told them that it HURT what do you think? I was reminded of my spanking every time that I shifted in my seat.

At lunch I saw William.

"Man that was bad. And now I grounded this weekend too."

"You told your parents?"

"Yea, you didn't?"

"No way. I just hid in my room all evening."

"Well, I had to tell my mom. I was late getting to the car and he I jumped when I sat down."

"It can sit easier now than yesterday."

"Me too. I'm not looking forward to Friday."

"Me either." I lied. I was for some reason looking forward, or was at least excited about a second spanking. I did not understand this. I was scared though.

When gym class came I dressed out and joined the class in roll call.

"For those of you who did not believe me yesterday about getting five pops for not listening to me just ask William or Woody. I'm telling you that they did not enjoy their visit with Coach Plumber yesterday. Now I expect you all to be on your best behavior. William and Woody have another visit with Coach Plumber scheduled for Friday for five more pops. If ya'll don't behave you can join them."

I could feel everybody staring at me. Now they knew that I was going to be spanked again. Gee thanks Scott. Needless to say the entire class was on its best behavior. It's not real fun being the class example.

That night I was able to join the family again. I still could feel the remnants of the spanking whenever I sat down, but the pain was subsiding. There was only a little light red markings on my bottom and the two now black and blue bruises.

I repeated my Tuesday night visual and dreamed of the spanking come on Friday. I was scared of Friday, but wanted it to get here at the same time.

Thursday was uneventful at school. Not even William mentioned our Friday fate.

Thursday night was a restless one for me. I was too excited or scared to sleep. I told myself that I wanted to watch Coach paddling me. And I wanted to try to stay in place during the entire spanking.

On Friday morning I did my "butt check" and found no more red. The two bruises were fading and I could sit without any pain.

My school day was not a real good one. I was more focused on the spanking at the end of the day than what was going on in class. I was called down twice for not paying attention in class. Mrs. Johnson even warned me that she would send me to the office if I didn't pay attention. That snapped me out of it for a little while. I knew a trip to the office would mean I would be getting the paddle from the assistant principle.

I saw William at lunch.

"Are you ready Woody?"

"No but it going to happen anyway."

"I've got two pair of underwear on."

"Are you crazy. What if he catches you?"

"He won't."

"I hope not. We'll make it. Are you as scared as me?"

"You bet. See ya later."

Two hours to gym class. I had to try real hard to concentrate on my classes. For some strange reason I decided to just wear a jock strap under my gym shorts.

When the bell rang from my six period class I visible jumped. It was time for gym. Of course I had to pee again. I hurried to the locker room and went into the bathroom real quick. I then went to change. William needed two pair of underpants but I could take it I didn't need any. I put on my jock strap and then my gym shorts. Of course I had to pee again. I stepped into the bathroom and while I was peeing I remembered how bad the first spanking hurt. My memory was restored. I decided to go get my underwear on. When I stepped out of the bathroom I saw the clock and realized that I did not have time to change. I was going to be late to roll call and I would be counted tardy. I could not afford that.

After call roll Scott reminded me and William of our appointment for pops at the end of class. As if we needed a reminder. We went out to play softball, but my mind was not in it. I kept thinking why did I leave my underwear off? Was I stupid? Coach Plumber was going to tear my bottom up. And of course ten minutes after class started I had to pee.

"Scott, can I go to the bathroom?"

"Can't it wait?"

"No, I've got to go really bad."

"OK, but come straight back."

I walked back to the building and went to the bathroom. I thought about going to the locker room and putting on my under pants, but decided it would be too risky. I walked back out to the ballgame. William did not talk to anyone and stood by himself mostly. I tried to play the game, but I could not keep my mind on it.

"OK, time to go in."

Time for my execution you mean. I had to pee again. William walked over to me and we walked next to Scott.

"Scott, I have to stop at the bathroom again."

"Woody, you have a bladder problem."

"I think I'm just nervous. Coach Plumber spanks real hard."

"William if you have to go you go too."

We got to the building and I went in the bathroom and tried to pee. I was too nervous and I couldn't. When I got out in the hall William was standing there waiting.

Coach Plumber came out of the gym with Scott and walked to his office.

"OK boys the paddle is waiting, let's get it over with."

We walked into the office and Coach went and got the paddle out of his desk.

"You two know why you are here. Five pops each for fighting. I also want to let you know that for the rest of the year anytime you two get in any trouble in my class you'll be getting five pops. So I don't want to see you back in here."

"No No sir."

"Woody, you are first this time."

I almost peed on myself. I didn't think I would be first.

"Let's go you know the routine."

Reality hit. I did no want to get a spanking. What had I been thinking? This stuff hurts. Where were my underpants?

I rubbed my butt one last time and walked over to the desk. I bent over and grabbed the edge of the desk. My gym shorts puffed out and I could feel cold air going up the leg onto my bare bottom. Stupid me. William had the right idea. Two pairs not no pairs.

Remember, you want to watch the coach. I turned my head his way, relaxed as much as I could and got the death grip on the edge of the desk. Coach stepped up next to me and placed the paddle on my butt. I tensed and started to look away. I looked back at about the time that the paddle pulled away from by butt. I saw Coach pull the paddle all the way back and then it was coming forward at a high rate of speed. I tensed just as it hit.

Whoosh WAAAAP

Unh

He hit me right on one of my bruises and it hurt. It stung like the first spanking, but it HURT more. I had seen enough. I turned my head back forward and dropped it down. I had a growing lump in my throat; I had to pee like a racehorse, and my butt HURT.

Stay relaxed, don't jump up, you can do this. The paddle was back. Then it was gone.

Whoosh WAAAAP

Owww

The sting, the pain. It was worse than before. The lack of protection from my underpants and the existing bruise combined to make a very bad situation worse. I looked toward William to let him know this was even worse than before, but the tears had already started. I stretched my butt and moved my legs in place. It was back. Time for the third pop. How could I have even looked forward to this for a few seconds? My right leg shook. The paddle was gone and

Whoosh WAAAAP

Unh

I took everything that I had to stay down in position. It stung, It hurt, It stung. I never wanted to go through this again.

I flexed the muscles in my leg and raised the right leg up to my knee. I put it down and raised the left leg. Tears were now dripping down my face. My eyes burned, my nose was runny.

"Woody."

I relaxed and the paddle was resting on me again. Then it was gone.

Whoosh WAAAAP

I let out a choked yelp. My butt now stung like a swarm of wasp had attacked it. Hold steady only one to go. I closed my eyes tight, wanting to reach up and wipe the tears away. I promised myself that I would not get into the situation again. The last one.

"Here the last one, hang on tight it's going to be a hard one."

I let my knees half buckled and I shuffled my feet. As soon as I got my feet back straight the paddle was there. He pulled it back. I felt the breeze as it went half way forward. I could see him pulling it back again in my mind. I closed my eyes tighter and bit my lip

Whooooosh WAAAAAAAAAAP

IT HURT. I jumped forward so fast that I hit my knee on the desk. I had my hand rubbing my butt and I was dancing around the room. Tears were streaming down my face. I did not even try to stop them. When the sting subsided I quit dancing, but continued to rub my butt. I wiped some of the tears from my face and saw that Williams's eyes were already watering. He was shaking.

"William, your turn."

I put my face in one hand and rubbed my butt with the other. I did not even see William assume the position.

Whoosh WAAAAP

Owww

I tried to look up, but my eyes were still burning.

Whoosh WAAAAP

I heard William whimper. I was still having trouble seeing. I was wiping my eyes with my shirt when

Whoosh WAAAAP

I jumped. I could feel a tingling on my butt and a deep pain. William bowed forward and rose on of his feet. He was crying too. The paddle was on its mark and then it was pulled back.

Whoosh WAAAAP

William jumped up and then caught himself. I wanted to leave so bad. The noise from his spanking made my bottom feel even worse.

"William you have one last really hard one."

William bent back down and put his hands on the desk and then half stood up again. He adjusted his feet and got back into position. The paddle was ready. Half a swing back and then forward then back all the way and

Whooooosh WAAAAAAAAAP

William collapsed on the desk and cried. I started to cry again. Coach said nothing.

William finally got up and wiped his face.

"I hope this is the last time I have to pop you two. Just remember how bad this was if you think you want to try something again."

Neither of us answered. I just hung my head down.

When Scott opened the door the same group of kids were there. I just knew they could tell we had been crying. I didn't hear anyone say anything as I walked into the bathroom.

I pulled my pants down so that I could pee. The cold air felt good on my bottom. I hid out again until I could not hear anyone. I hurriedly got dressed and went home. Of course the first thing I did was a "butt check". It was a deep read. There were now several black and purple bruises. This would hurt for a long time. It even hurt when I sat on the bed.

I could not avoid supper and it was apparent that I had difficulty sitting. I had to fess up. (To getting a pop for bumping into another student.) I guess my parents thought I was sufficiently punished because they did not add any to it.

I did have a self-imposed punishment because I could not sit on a bike seat for three days. It was still uncomfortable to sit in class on Monday. The second spanking, on top of the bruised underwear less bottom was defiantly worse.

Of course after reliving the spankings at night a few time I started to think of Mrs. Johnson's threat about paying attention in her class. It's also a wonder that I did not need glasses.


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