I was halfway through getting changed after my weekly swim at my local leisure centre this morning when the door of the mens changing room burst open and a flushed youth fell through carrying a table tennis paddle followed by an older man in his late thirties.
"Inside now boy" the man snapped at the youth as he pushed the boy between his shoulder blades causing him to stumble, "how dare you embarrass me! You are going to pay for this big-time; now get in that shower"!
The youth looked nervously at me, the sole person other than him and the man I assumed to be his guardian in the changing room, before turning to the man following him. "Please Coach, Im trying my best".
It was then that it struck me who it was. The boy – if one can call an eighteen year-old youth a "boy" – was the County Table Tennis champion, Daniel Hennessy, and the man was him was his coach Jackie Hewitt. I had only been reading about Hennessy the day before in my local newspaper which had advertised that he was due to defend his title at my local leisure centre around the time I took my weekly swim; me - being the silly arse that I am - totally forgot that the boys match was due to take place when I arrived at the centre as I would have watched the pretty young thing play before taking my swim, and must have had my eyes closed as I passed the umpteen signs advertising the County Table Tennis Quarter-Finals on my way to the changing room from the centre reception. I was rather pleased I hadnt seen the signs now; had I done so I may only have seen the boy play from a distance, but now I was seeing him close-up, and very pretty he was too!!!
My eyes were open now as they surveyed the boy: he was hot! Indifferent to the boys embarrassment at being admonished in front of me his coach simply ordered him to "do as youre told"!
Hennessy pulled his navy T-shirt over his head and off to reveal his hairless but nevertheless well-defined chest and torso, and brought his right foot up to his muscular thigh to untie his shoelace before pulling off his training shoe. Boy, was he awesome! I had only ever caught a glimpse of his torso before – in a rather poor-quality photograph of another newspaper – when he was returning a serve, but his beauty was overwhelming and I fixed my eyes upon him.
Sensing, quite rightly, that he was being watched, Hennessy briefly looked back in my direction before turning back to his coach. "Please, not here, theres someone watching" he said.
"Dont mind me pretty boy" I said without thinking. It was only after I said it I realized what I had said. Silly arse I told myself, the boy probably thinks Im a paedophile and will report me to the police.
"You heard the man" said his coach, "now get your kit off and in that shower! We havent got all day you know; the press are waiting outside to interview you when you surface so you had better look good and put a brave face on your defeat or whats coming next will pale into insignificance to what you will receive when we get back to my place"!
Hennessy looked back at me, clearly embarrassed that I was watching every move he made, as he raised his left foot up to his crotch to untie his other shoelace and pull off the other shoe. Next, keeping his back to me, he pulled down his navy Adidas shorts revealing his awesome lily-white bubble-butt, before raising each of his legs again in turn to pull off his white Adidas ankle socks. With wearing nothing underneath his shorts he was now stark bollock naked. I was so mesmerised by Hennessys beauty that I had quite forgotten I was naked from the waist down whilst my hands had become stuck doing up a button in my shirt until Hewitt said "Looks like youre enjoying the view of the boy as much as I am"! Hennessy turned his head towards me and glanced at my crotch.
I glanced down and saw my _c_o_c_k_ standing to attention and poking out from underneath the tail of my shirt. "_f_u_c_k_ me" I exclaimed with embarrassment as I hastily pulled the flaps of my shirt over my erect member.
"Sorry man" Hewitt said, "the only arse Im going to _f_u_c_k_ round here is Young Daniels when hes decided to freshen it up a bit; arent I Danny Boy" he mocked. "Its surprising how sweaty a boys pussy can become, even playing in cotton shorts! Come along now Hennessy, the longer you keep me waiting the harder your punishment will be"!
Hennessy picked up a towel and was about to wrap it round his waist when Hewitt snatched it out of his hand. "You wont be needing that" he said firmly, "theres no screaming girls round here to hide what the Good Lord gave you to share with another man, and you neednt worry about drying yourself after your shower as Im going to paddle your arse first for making such an exhibitionist of yourself out there! As you know from bitter experience your paddling will hurt more when your arse is wet, but a sore arse is what you need to remind you that actions have consequences"!
Hennessy didnt say anything but hastily passed me and made his way to the communal shower stall: so fast I didnt get a chance to see if he was circumcised or not. "Youll need these, dont forget" Hewitt called after him holding up a bottle of shower gel and a bath sponge. My eyes followed Hennessy; his arse looked as appetizing as an oasis would to a dehydrated traveller in a desert. The boy turned sideways – but still insufficiently towards me for me to get a good look at his tool – and Hewitt threw him the bottle of shower gel and sponge in turn.
"Well caught" Hewitt said as Hennessy leaned forward to catch the bottle in both hands, "theres nothing wrong with your eye-hand co-ordination when you put your mind to it; you were just bone-idle out there this morning boy, and there is only one cure for idle boys and that is a good paddling"!
Hennessy ignored him as he stepped into the communal shower stall. Any moment now I half-expected the changing room door to burst open as other centre-users made their way in to change but it did not and, as if by some divine act of mercy, I had the boy all to myself or, at least, to share with his coach.
I kept my eyes on Hennessy all the time he stood in the shower. Clearly sensing that he was being watched, he tried unsuccessfully to keep his back towards me and Hewitt as he washed his hair and his arse before soaping himself up underneath his armpits, until Hewitt called out to him "Turn around you horrible little bastard; you are going to have to face the music before too long"!
Hennessy turned round giving me, for the first time, a full-frontal view of his manhood. "Very nice", I thought to myself as I surveyed his semi-erect _c_o_c_k_, "very very nice"! Watching him shower reminded me of being back at school and changing after games when I would stare at other boys in the shower, all the time anxiously wondering whether my own feelings for them were written all over my face as inwardly as I wanted to suck the marrow from their pubescent boners, whilst simultaneously denying my homo_s_e_x_uality to anyone who asked if I was gay. The boy, clearly embarrassed at having to expose himself to two older men – both in their thirties – closed his eyes as he smeared shower gel all over his chest and six-pack and lathered it into foam. The view was electrifying; my own _c_o_c_k_ started leaking pre-cum as I inwardly yearned that much more to be behind the boy, wrapping my arms around him to soap his chest, his torso, and oh yes his _c_o_c_k_ and his balls for him from behind before allowing my hands to slip into his crotch and around the top of his thighs before slipping around the small of his back to allow me to knead his buttocks as a baker kneads dough when making bread and finger-_f_u_c_k_ his awesome arse.
"Dont forget to wash your _c_o_c_k_ boy" Hewitt shouted at him. Keeping his eyes closed Hennessy sponged his tool with his right hand as his left hand manipulated his scrotum. "Underneath your foreskin" Hewitt ordered. The boy pulled back the helmet of his tool and gently sponged the glands of his _c_o_c_k_ as he briefly opened his eyes to check he was still being observed before closing them again in embarrassed silence as he realized he was. "Make sure its clean down there" Hewitt shouted at him, "I will probably feel like some cream after Ive paddled your arse"!
"Lucky bastard" I said to myself, "I sure as Hell would like to give the boy a blow-job"! I half-expected Hennessy to protest but he didnt which made me all the more curious as to whether he was, or wasnt, you know what I mean!
"Turn round" ordered Hewitt. Hennessy did so, so his back was once again towards us. "Now give your arse a good clean".
"Ive already washed there" shouted Hennessy, "it was the first area I washed after washing my hair".
"I didnt see you" snapped Hewitt, "so you had better do it again. It wont hurt you to do it again anyway to make sure its nice and clean for what it has got coming to it and quite possibly inside it if you learn to behave yourself"!
"So you are" I said to myself as I continued to survey Hennessys arse. No wonder Hennessy had told the press he had no interest in girls and was too busy concentrating on passing his A-levels; just how many journalists, I wondered, had read between the lines and understood what he meant by passing his A-levels I dont know!
As I bent down to pull up my briefs and jeans I felt a finger gently rub the crack between my own buttocks. Shocked, I turned round and saw Hewitt smiling at me. "I didnt see you wash your arse either boy" he told me, "perhaps you should join our friend over there and satisfy me that your arse is clean before I paddle you for your insolent behaviour this morning"!
"Id love to but I really must get going" I said hastily, stupidly not realizing until after I had said it that I had deprived myself a once-in-a-lifetimes opportunity to be paddled by the infamous Jackie Hewitt. Without expressly stating how, Hennessy was on record for stating that Hewitt was a very strict coach who was very firm with him if he judged his attitude and or performance to be unsatisfactory.
"Suit yourself" Hewitt replied, clearly offended that I had not taken up his offer. "Wider Hennessy" he barked at the boy as Young Daniel pulled his ass-cheeks apart and sponged-up his crack, "thats better; I wouldnt want to think you had missed anywhere important"!
I pulled up my briefs and jeans and finished buttoning up my shirt. Unsure quite what to say or do next, I cleared my throat and, still fixing my eyes on Hennessy, nervously said "Hes a nice kid".
"Naughty but nice .... as the old cream cake advert used to say" replied Hewitt, "one of the best Ive ever had. Dont tell anyone will you, but I actually prefer it when Daniel loses a game – particularly to an amateur – as I dont feel so guilty pummeling the boys arse before screwing it. Tell me, do you play table tennis"?
"No" I replied, somewhat shocked that he should confide in me that he liked to abuse the boy; his sixth sense must have been working overtime as Ive always thought of myself as straight-acting unless I appear more gay than I think!
"Would you like me to teach you? I mean, you and Young Daniel could play against each other or rather with each other if you know what I mean, and I could practice my own forehand and backhand moves as I swing the paddle against your butts! We could all play against or with each other – just like one big happy family – and whoever wins could get to paddle the loser"!
"Im afraid that will probably be me" I said, "I havent played table tennis since I was Daniels age or younger and still at school".
"Thats okay with me" replied Hewitt, "but so that you dont feel that your arse is getting all the attention, Im sure I could invent a few extra rules to make sure our young friend over there loses a few games so you can practice your own forehand and backhand moves when you paddle his butt as Im sure as Hell not going to let you paddle mine, otherwise it may soon become as unexciting a game for you to learn or to play as it is for me to watch that hideous little game we are purported to have invented".
"You mean football", I asked.
"Or soccer as our American cousins call it to distinguish it from their rather silly game of American Football which looks like robots attempting to play rugby" Hewitt said, "well, are you game?! If so, we can exchange addresses and phone numbers, and we can arrange a few mutually-convenient dates and times for you to call at my place for some coaching sessions. Initially it will be just me and you so your arse can familiarize itself with a paddle, but if you show the right attitude – with the aid of a helping hand from me to guide you – I shouldnt think it will be too long before I can arrange for you to be coached alongside our friend here"!
I was so excited that part of me wanted to say "Yes Please" but part of me was still too apprehensive that I said "No", but quickly added "I mean not for the time being that is, Im rather busy with starting a new job, but you can have my e-mail address".
"That will do" replied Hewitt. He took out a pen and pocket-sized notepad from the breast pocket of his polo-shirt and wrote down the Yahoo e-mail address I dictated.
"And yours", I asked.
"Dont worry about that. I will be in-touch with you in a day or two" he said, "is your first name Christian or Christopher"?
"Christopher" I replied.
"Do you have a surname"?
"Luke" I replied, "but Im no Saint"!
"I know; I saw that this morning when you first set your eyes, or should I say your _c_o_c_k_, on Young Daniel .... you dirty little bitch! I will be in-touch then Luke; just be sure to call me Sir when you reply to any of my e-mails or when I start coaching you or you may find yourself with a sore backside sooner than you think".
"Yes Sir" I replied, "how much do you want for coaching me"?!
"How much do I want for coaching you", Hewitt exclaimed. What do you think I am: a pimp?! No boy; the only payment I expect from you is payment in kind in terms of respect and your better than best performance at all times, with the liberty – within agreed limits – as to how I can punish you if I am dissatisfied by your attitude or performance. Does that sound okay to you"?
"Sounds okay to me" to me I said, "do I need to bring anything with me"?
"Nothing other than yourself and appropriate kit by which I mean a plain white cotton T-shirt, pair of plain white cotton shorts – the shorter and tighter the better as I always like to see the outline of the arse Im sure to paddle in due course – pair of plain white sport socks and a pair of training shoes. I know that table tennis, unlike lawn tennis, is normally played in coloured – as opposed to all-white – kit, but until you start playing professionally like Daniel and are required to wear coloured kit when playing in public I prefer my boys to wear white as its much more clinical. In addition to your kit you will need to bring some shower gel, face cloth or sponge and a towel with you as you will be expected to shower after each session. All other equipment – including paddles and balls – will be provided although you can bring your own paddle if you wish though I would like to inspect it first to see if it is suitable. At the start of each session I usually conduct a kit inspection to make sure you and your kit are clean once youve changed out of your street clothes before we begin".
"Where will my coaching take place" I asked, somewhat apprehensive that he might examine, coach and or paddle me at the leisure centre.
"At my place. I have two table tennis paddles in my garage and you can shower, or rather you will shower, in the main bathroom under my supervision afterwards. If we decide to take things further after a few sessions I may decide to give you an enema and watch you empty your bowels before the start of each session – as I always do with Daniel – so you wont need a loo break halfway through, and your rectum will be clean and empty in case I need to decide to _f_u_c_k_ it later, but thats only if we both agree. Im not looking for _s_e_x_ as such as I already have Young Daniel to satisfy me _s_e_x_ually but if you want to take things further than coaching and paddling we can. Any other questions"?
"How long will each session last"?
"Probably about three hours. You can allow ten minutes or so for me to examine you and your kit as I like to do a thorough job and have you in your birthday suit for a few minutes before we start to help set the scene. Irrespective of whether or not we decide to have _s_e_x_, your rectum will be examined at this stage so be sure your arse is clean or you will be given additional punishment later. I will then probably put you through some warm-up exercises, e. g., press-ups, sit-ups and the like, to improve your overall fitness levels and personal stamina for about twenty minutes, prior to your actual table tennis coaching which takes about an hour, by which time Im sure you will have given me sufficient justification to spank you before you take your shower and I put you over my knee. As I expect you know a spanking or paddling always hurts more on a wet arse than a dry one, so your attitude and or performance will be monitored each session and if it is worse than the previous session you will be paddled before you dry yourself rather than afterwards. After paddling my boys I usually like to make them stand in the corner with their face towards the wall and hands behind their heads for a while to allow the cool air in the garage to soothe their warm butts before letting them get dressed in their street clothes and having a drink together before letting them go home. We can liaise with each other concerning mutually convenient dates and times as I suspect you work and I have to, unfortunately, to pay the mortgage".
"How many other folk do you coach"?
"Two. A guy from Redhill and another from Maidstone but Daniel is my favourite as the other two come to me primarily to be paddled whereas with Daniel what takes place after his coaching session is of secondary importance to him. It just happens that the boy is a _d_a_m_n_ed good _f_u_c_k_ and enjoys being _f_u_c_k_ed"!
"Are the other two gay"?
"Oh yes! I dont coach straights – horrible little _s_h_i_t_es as they are – as the only payment I accept is payment in kind, and I only have a maximum of four pupils on my books at any one time so I can give each their own personal attention. Daniel has all the makings of a professional table tennis player when, unlike today, he applies himself to winning, whereas with the other two its a way of reliving their schooldays with a strict P. E. teacher".
"I think the latter is how I view things".
"Thats fine with me. Daniel is usually around so he is as good a person as any to measure your performance against and, since hes the teachers pet, you will probably find yourself being spanked alongside, or instead of, him. Any more questions"?
"I dont think so. I can always ask when you e-mail me or before we start", I said.
"Sure" Hewitt answered, smiling approvingly. "Okay Hennessy that will do" he shouted at Young Daniel, "stop scrubbing your arse in front of two old queens or youll get a reputation for being a proper little scrubber if you havent already, and come here so we can examine you"!
Hennessy stopped sponging his arse and briefly rinsed the soap off from all over his body before presenting himself to Hewitt. "Hennessy, meet my good friend here, Christopher Luke".
"Nice to meet you" Daniel said enthusiastically, offering me his right hand. He no longer appeared anxious that I suspected anything hitherto unpronounced about his relationship with Hewitt.
"Nice to meet you too" I said as I shook his hand, wondering how many other times he had found himself in a similar situation.
"Do you play table tennis too" Hennessy asked.
"Im about to teach him" interrupted Mr Hewitt before I could say anything, "I thought maybe I could give him a few lessons and then you could play against each other; after your performance today boy I think you need someone of your ability to encourage you to play better or suffer the consequences of playing badly; does that make sense to you"?!
"Yes Sir", Hennessy replied less enthusiastically.
Hewitt smiled knowingly. "Very well boy" he continued as he sat down on the bench, "you know the only thing that remains for me to do – or here at least, as I think we had better wait till I get you home for the other in case we are disturbed, and we dont want your fans or your folks reading in the press what I like to do to you do we – now assume the position"!
Hennessy nervously looked at me and then at Hewitt before bending over and spreading his legs wide apart before pulling his buttocks apart.
"Christopher my good man, would you kindly examine Young Daniels bottom to make sure it is clean prior to me punishing him" Hewitt said.
"Who, me" I asked surprised. I was not expecting this, least of all in a changing room of a public leisure centre – any moment now someone, probably a newspaper photographer or reporter will burst in and find me in a compromising position with Hennessy and my reputation will be ruined – but Hewitt was adamant. "Well I dont see anyone else around here with that name do you", he said sarcastically looking round the empty changing room, "come along my good man, the boy here still has to do a press conference to attend to explain how he lost against that rather delightful Chinese boy, and if you dont hurry up I suspect Chinese Stir-Fry will be in to shower and get changed and Young Daniel here will be deprived of having the exterior as well as the interior of his arse toasted until he gets home! Im not asking that much of you after all, just that you probe between the cheeks of Young Daniels arse and inside his rectum to satisfy me that it is clean and ready for subsequent use. You shouldnt need a glove as his arse should be nice and clean, and I gave him a couple of enemas before his match so his rectum should still be empty"!
Hennessy turned his head sideways and looked at me nervously. I hesitated for a few moments before Hewitt said impatiently, "whats up, havent you fingered a boys arse before; it looks like you will need some remedial education when I start coaching you?! Believe me boy, I dont suffer slow-learners gladly"!
"Its okay" said Hennessy, "you wont hurt me; Im used to it .... just get on with it as the longer Mr. Hewitt is kept waiting the worse it will be for both of us".
I nervously stepped forward, wondering whether I was awake or in a dream – and a very pleasant dream at that – as Young Daniel pulled his ass-cheeks apart for me to allow me to probe between them and pucker his anus with my finger. It felt good. As he winced I felt slightly envious at being denied Mr. Hewitts pleasure of paddling him for whining. "Maybe" I thought to myself, "if I play my cards right, Hewitt will allow me to either suck the boys _c_o_c_k_ or even _f_u_c_k_ the boy myself"!
"Are you satisfied with the boys rectal hygiene" Hewitt asked.
"Yes, I think so Sir" I said, reluctantly withdrawing my finger from inside Hennessys rectum. I glanced at my finger; it was clean.
"Very good" replied Hewitt, "stand up straight Young Daniel so Christopher can examine the rest of your boyhood and satisfy himself and me that you are not neglecting your personal hygiene elsewhere".
Hennessy stood upright. Unsure what to do I glanced at Hewitt. "Very well Christopher, examine the boys _c_o_c_k_-and-balls".
I was beginning to think whether this was a set-up as still no-one had entered the changing room in the last twenty to thirty minutes all the time I had been there since returning from the swimming pool to get changed and in-spite of Daniel being there; surely to God there must be some other male out there, other than me and Hewitt, who obviously wanted to catch a glimpse of him, or at least wishing to access the room to get changed. Where were Daniels fans or the press, or were they waiting for me to play with him before making an appearance, but why would anyone want to discredit me or use an aspiring professional table tennis player to get at me?! I literally had to pinch myself that I wasnt dreaming before nervously cupping Hennessys balls in my left hand and holding the head of his erect _c_o_c_k_ in my right hand.
"Not like that you fool" Hewitt snapped angrily, "like this"! He slapped Hennessys _c_o_c_k_ and waited for a few moments whilst the boy recovered from the shock and lost his erection before cupping Hennessys balls in his right hand as he roughly pulled back Daniels foreskin with his thumb before pushing it back over the head of the boys tool after briefly examining his glands for cleanliness. Daniel yelped with the pain. "Shut-up boy" Hewitt snapped angrily at him, before turning to me. "I can see you very definitely need some remedial coaching Luke, now do it properly or Young Daniel will not be the only one to be paddled this morning"!
The tone of Hewitts voice implied this was no longer a game but he was serious. Unprepared for a spanking – as much as though I had always dreamt about being given one by an older dominant guy, and knew I deserved one – I hastily cupped Hennessys balls in my right hand and gently pulled back the boys foreskin to examine his glands underneath. The force Hewitt used when doing so made me glad I was circumcised as my thoughts momentarily returned to my pre-circumcision days when rolling my foreskin back and forth to enable me to wash away any smegma was extremely uncomfortable.
"No need to be so gentle with the boy" he snapped. "Now then, have a good look and tell me are you satisfied that it is clean and there are no signs of any smegma or anything else under there that shouldnt be there"?
"Clean as a whistle" I replied, quickly returning to reality as I pulled Hennessys foreskin back over the glands of his _c_o_c_k_.
"And are you satisfied that, by feeling his balls, the boy has not been playing with himself or allowing someone less deserving than ourselves to play with him"?
"Yes .... I mean No .... I mean ....", I said.
"What do you mean" Hewitt snapped.
"I mean Yes it appears he has not been playing with himself and No I suspect he has not been allowing others to play with him" I said, anxious that to suggest otherwise may have prompted Hewitt to punish Hennessy that much more severely. It was difficult to ascertain whether Hewitt was playing a game – in which masturbation or infidelity was a crime against ones master – or not.
"Very good" Hewitt replied, "okay Christopher you may let go of the boy". I did. "Very well Hennessy, it would appear that you have got off lightly today boy, so lightly in fact that I dont think it has occurred to you the seriousness of your offences, not only of losing against Chinese Stir-Fry, but also your earlier insolence in questioning my authority to punish you whenever, wherever and however I please, so without further a do let me remind you of the consequences of your misbehaviour. Over my knee now boy"! Daniel bent over Hewitts knee. "Watch carefully Young Christopher" Hewitt told me, "this will be how you will be punished if ever you question my authority as your coach or neither your attitude nor performance meet my prescribed standards".
With that, Hewitt picked up Hennessys table tennis paddle from off the bench and began to paddle Hennessys arse with it, fast and furiously:-
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Hennessy was soon crying like a baby and begging Hewitt to stop, but the more the boy cried the harder his coach, my new coach, seemed to paddle him, turning the boys arse from lily-white to the colour of a cherry tomato all-over in no time. I mentally counted the number of times Hewitt paddled the poor kid and suspected Hewitt was doing the same as he gave Daniels paddling his full attention. After the fortieth stroke, Hewitt stopped and began gently rubbing Hennessys arse as he told the sobbing boy "I am very disappointed in you Young Daniel; you have the potential to be a great player, and yet you allow yourself to lose against some unknown entity. Well I have news for you boy, you allow yourself to be beaten by some bloody Chinese Stir-Fry and Ill paddle your backside until it is fire engine red and so hot that you will be able to cook some bloody noodles on it and need a fire engine to extinguish the flames from your rear"!
Hewitt turned to me. "Are you watching carefully" he asked.
"Yes" I replied nervously.
"Yes what" he snapped angrily.
"Yes Sir" I replied automatically without thinking.
"Thats better! I shall deal with that episode of insolence at your first training session with me! You may not be able to play to Young Daniels standards but there is no excuse for disrespect; is there Hennessy" he said lightly patting Hennessy on his inflamed rump.
"N....N....No Sir" sobbed the boy. With that, Hewitt paddled Hennessys arse again, harder than ever:-
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
After a further forty blistering swats with the paddle Hennessys buttocks had turned purple.
"Almost there, just another twenty to go to round it up to 100 fine swats" Hewitt said remorselessly, confirming my suspicion that he had indeed been keeping a mental count on the number of times he had paddled the boy, as he briefly stopped paddling Young Daniel and began gently rubbing his sore butt. Hennessy looked up at me briefly before Hewitt angrily pushed his head down towards the floor. My _c_o_c_k_ was rock-hard with fear. "Feel the boys arse now" Hewitt ordered.
I gently rubbed Hennessys butt. It was, quite literally, hot! "Nice, eh", asked Hewitt, "I bet you cant wait till its your turn! I cant either but there is only so much pussy one can have in any one day without being greedy .... I thought to myself as I saw you watching Young Daniel shower earlier, now theres one arse I think deserves a paddling"!
With that, Hewitt paddled Hennessys arse again:-
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Finally, it was over! Hewitt gently rubbed Hennessys red, hot, sore and inflamed rump for a few minutes before kissing it, and ordering Hennessy off his lap to get dressed, which he did with some difficulty before turning to me to say "Ill be in-touch; take care kid". With that, both Hennessy and Hewitt left the changing room to greet the anxious press outside the changing room.
Tearful defeat for Hennessy as County Champion takes a beating was the headline in my local evening newspaper today. I wonder how many of those journalists knew just what a beating Young Daniel had, quite literally, taken at the hands of his coach or that the reason he had been crying was perhaps more to do with punishment from Hewitt than losing the match, and how long it will be before I receive my summons to appear before him before my own misbehaviour today.