As soon as school was out on the afternoon that Mr. Thomas had given me three licks, I raced home. I got to the house and told my mother that I was very tired and was going to take a nap. I locked the door to my room, ripped my clothes off and looked at my deeply bruised butt in the dresser mirror. I had been in the throes of a massive non-stop boner from the moment Mr. Thomas had told me that he would burn off my detentions for me. Now, at home in my room, it was time to masturbate.
I imagined the look in his eye as he told me to bend over. I imagined the sound of his voice as he told me to bend over. Most erotically of all, and most shamefully of all, I remembered him telling me after the paddling that he wanted to do it again, soon. My hand was on myself, and blam! I had the most intense orgasm of my young life.
Fifteen minutes later, I was at it again. I could not resist it – my penis got hard as I was lying in bed, savoring the warm tingle that was permeating my rear end. My mind replayed the scene again, and my penis sprang into another throbbing erection. My hand was in motion, and then blam! it shot off again.
My parents did not notice that anything weird was going on. At dinner I acted my usual sullen teenager routine, and I did not have to answer any embarrassing questions.
As soon as the plates were off the table I was on my way back to my room for another hand job. And then another one after that. And yet another one before I was finally able to drift off to sleep at two in the morning. Wow, I was thinking as I finally dozed off, I jacked off five times in one evening. Wow.
For the next few days at school, I was afraid to face Mr. Thomas. He seemed to understand, and in spite of his rap to me about having a good attitude, he did not pay me any specific attention in gym class for the next two weeks.
The erotic intensity of the experience began to wear off in a few days, at the same time that the warm tingle on my butt faded away. By the following week, I was back down to my old routine of masturbating only once a night. I even started to fantasize about females again.
I was horribly conflicted about the experience once it was a week into my past. I had no particular desire to think of myself as gay – in those days homophobia was an overwhelming social norm that would have been mortifying to transgress. I knew I still liked girls – I had a girl friend and my penis got monstrously hard when I made out with her. I also took comfort in still enjoying the paddling fantasies that involved women teachers. I especially liked imagining that one particular teacher would take things into her own hands. I would test myself by using that fantasy to masturbate to, and I passed every time.
I did not understand homo_s_e_x_uality at the time, and bi_s_e_x_uality was a concept that I had not really even heard of in those very repressed times in Texas. Not knowing what to think about myself, I felt awkward and fundamentally embarrassed in front of myself. I was miserable, but I was intensely aroused _s_e_x_ually, all the time.
Then, late at night, trying to sleep, the image would return. Mr. Thomas taking me by the chin and telling me that he wanted to paddle me again, soon. Boom! My penis snapped to attention again, and my hand reached for it, as though it hand a mind of its own.
By the third week, I began to wonder what it would take to get licks from Mr. Thomas again. I absolutely could not help myself.
It only took a couple of days for me to figure out my next move. I needed to get in trouble by myself during PE class. It would have to be something that would not get me sent to the office or expelled, but serious enough for Mr. Thomas to decide to give me licks again.
The school had installed a soda machine that year in the boys locker room. We were allowed to buy a coke after we took our showers each day. There was a strict rule of not buying a soda before taking your shower. My idea was to sneak into the locker room during the PE class time when I was supposed to be out on the playground, playing touch football. I had hid the coins for a Dr Pepper in my sock, and it was really a thrilling experience to be standing in the empty locker room with the guilty treat in my hand hoping yet fearing that Mr. Thomas would come through and catch me.
I got away with it the first time I tried the stunt. And the second. On my third try, it was actually getting boring to sit on a bench in the locker room, nursing a Dr. Pepper. My mind was actually off on another tangent when Mr. Thomas came in from the playground.
He was startled at first to see me where I did not belong. "Hey, Davies! What are you doing in here? And what the hell is that you got there?"
I stammered, "Well, sir, it was pretty hot today, and uh, well, I thought Id come in here where its cool and have a Dr. Pepper."
"You know thats against the rules, Davies."
"Well, uh, yes, sir. I know it is."
He snorted derisively. "Toss that thing, and lets go to the gym office."
I walked over to a garbage can and then started to chug the soda.
Mr. Thomas snapped, "Hey, I didnt say to drink that thing. I said to toss it. Thatll cost you an extra lick."
I threw the can away and followed him out of the locker room toward the gym office, the scene of the most erotic experience of my virgin life. My penis was as hard as steel and already leaking.
In the office, Mr. Thomas did exactly had he had done last time. He closed the doors and retrieved the Plexiglas paddle with the holes drilled in it. With the paddle in his right hand, and the blade resting in his left, he smiled at me, and said, "All right, Davies. I know what this is about. I see that bulge in your crotch."
I could feel my face blush and my skin turn beet red.
He took the paddle and pointed it toward my private parts. Slowly he moved it toward me, and eventually pressed the end of it into the shaft of my penis that was stuck down the leg of my gym shorts. I thought I was about to ejaculate right then and there.
Mr. Thomas pulled the paddle back and said quietly. "Dont be embarrassed, Davies. I was the same way when I was a kid. Lots of guys are. Its ok. Its not something that you can talk about in mixed company, but its all right for you to get a hard pecker from getting licks. After I bust your butt, Im gonna let you go into the bathroom and let you shoot your wad."
I started to say something, but I was not even sure what I wanted to say. But Mr. Thomas put the finger of his free hand to his lips. "Shhhh. Dont say anything.
"Davies, I know you got into trouble on purpose again because you wanna get licks. I want you to know that it is not necessary to get in trouble. Ill give you licks. Real good licks. Just like I used to get from my basketball coach. Every couple weeks or so, Ill bring you in here for a little paddling. I dont need you disrupting class or anything – Ill just give you licks whenever I think you need some. Ill surprise you. You wont ever know when its coming next. Itll be great." He was really getting enthused about the idea of paddling me over and over again.
Just as had happened on my first encounter with him, he was going too fast and too weird for me to feel happy about what was going on. He was right about me trying to get licks, but I still did not appreciate his attitude. Licks every few weeks? With him "surprising" me? This sounded like a lot more than I had bargained for.
But I was too terrified to try to object.
Now it was time for him to swing the paddle. I assumed the position.
"Ok, Davies, Im going to give you some real punishment this time. You really got out of line today, and you really deserve some heavy paddling. You have four licks coming for the abuse of soda privileges, and your bonus lick for not following orders when I told you to dump the Dr. Pepper.
"This will probably be close to the hardest licks I ever give you. Sometimes, Ill just give you some love taps like you got in junior high athletics. Youll never know when Im gonna get you, and youll never know until you feel the paddle hit your butt what kind of licks youre gonna get.
"Sounds exciting, dont it, Davies?"
I did not dare saying anything but, "Yes, sir."
So I bent over and looked at my tennis shoes and he drew a bead on my butt. Wham! Wham! The paddle tore into my butt with a fury. I could hardly hold my position. Then to my surprise and horror the next two licks struck me across the middle of the thighs, causing much greater sting. Finally, Wham! The last lick came to the butt and knocked me forward.
Tears were running down my cheeks as I was in agony. It really, really hurt.
Two weeks to the day passed with Mr. Thomas pretending that I did not exist. I would show up on time for PE class, change into my gym suit hoping nobody would notice my erection, and then leave at the end of class without taking a shower for fear of anybody seeing my woody.
True to his word, he surprised me with the next paddling. I was on the playground playing touch football, for once without any thought of licks or Mr. Thomas on my mind, when I glanced to the sideline to see him walking toward me. "Hey, Davies," he called out, "I need to visit with you."
I stepped out of the huddle with my team and looked toward him. My penis was growing my the second. "Ok, Mr. Thomas, Im coming."
I trotted toward him. He said, "Its time Davies. Lets go to the gym office and take care of some unfinished business."
I was really scared now. The last paddling had left deep dark bruises all over my butt and legs, and it took a full week for them to fade away. I could not help feeling _s_e_x_ually aroused, too, but the fear was a much stronger emotion at that time.
We got to the office and he got out the paddle. This time he said nothing at all. I almost refused to bend over, but I remembered those rumors of his black belt. I did not know what else to do, so I bent over for him again.
This time, he gave me 25 "love taps," light licks that barely stung at all. They did build up a nice warm glow, and my penis responded intensely.
Mr. Thomas took me by the chin again, smiled, and said, "See there. Easy as pie. Every time I give you licks, it is going to be a surprise."
He was true to his word. There was no pattern I could figure out. No sense to his attitude. One time he paddled me three days in a row, medium licks, pretty hard licks and then love taps. Another time he ignored me for three whole weeks before bringing me back to the gym for five real scorchers – almost as hard as that maximum dose he gave me for drinking a Dr Pepper out of turn.
For the next four months this affair continued, with me masturbating like mad after every encounter. It was miserable yet it was ecstatic.
Suddenly, by late spring, Mr. Thomas stopped paddling me. He had let me go as long as three weeks with giving me licks before, so I wasnt really concerned about the situation until an entire month had elapsed. There was only a month and a half left in school year by then, and I just did not understand what had happened.
Maybe Mr. Thomas had started paddling another boy.
So, it was back to plotting some way to get licks again. I wanted to come up with something that would show him how I felt, getting ignored like that.
I decide to get into trouble with one of my regular teachers, and provoke her to send me to the office for an assistant principals paddling. They always gave their licks in the gym – the same place where Mr. Thomas worked all day long.
Surely, I thought, Mr. Thomas would get jealous if he could see me get licks from one of the assistant principals. Surely, I thought, that would make him notice me again.
End of part II.