Fifty-Five and Still Think of Revenge!


by Garry

I was paddled, as were many other guys in my high school class or other team members. Our coach was a very young coach. Our school was very rural and small so we got lots of teachers right out of teachers college. Most of them were great. Our coach, about age 22 at most, was coach for everything. We only participated in three sports--9-man football, basketball and baseball. He seemed to love (too much) his new found authority. He used paddling too much.

He paddled your bare butt hard with only your jock strap on--over the knee--and the other guys in the locker room of course watched. He could make us all cry or be real close to tears and certainly doing the typical 10 yr old spanking routine--lots of shouting "I'm sorry, I'll obey,"

"please stop,"

"Oh God it hurts"--stuff like that. For a smaller man than many of his players he really could bring alot of sharp pain to a bare ass of any of us in a short time. I hated the pain, the humiliation, etc. I must say that although I would really never do this--I can picture myself and my teammates spanking the hell out of his bare ass as he had to beg the same way we once did.

I must say he may have done us a favor--we became the closest team any team could have been. We should not have suffered too much embarrassment, 'cause we all acted the same when we were over his knee. He played no favorites. No one was brave or could hold back. We did well as a team of our size. None the less, he used spanking way too much. And yes, at least in our dark secret side, a lot of us would enjoy giving him a hard spanking, bare butt, in front of the group, as he gave us!


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