"Go to hell!" I yelled at the Coach, and then I knew I was in for it.
"See me after class today young man!" he growled.
I had intended to make him mad.. to earn a spanking. Last time he had spanked me with his hand and a paddle, and I'd beat off to it for weeks afterward. Not only that, but after the spanking, I'd spied on the Coach as he and the basketball Coach screwed in the office.
As soon as everyone else was done dressing, and headed out, I made my way to the shower. I showered quickly and wrapped the towel around my waist just like last time.
I headed over to the office, and once again Coach Larson was sitting at the desk, while Coach Thompson was changing clothes. He had already stripped nude and was pulling up his tight white briefs as I walked in. I got a good look at his hairy ass before it was covered in cotton.
"Ah, in trouble again are we?" Coach Larson asked.
"Uh, yes sir." I replied.
"_d_a_m_n_ right he is. He told me to go to hell during drills this afternoon!" Coach Thompson said, turning around to face us, "I'm gonna bust his butt."
"Well, don't mind me, I'll just change and then do some work on the computer if ya don't mind." Coach Larson said.
"Sounds fine to me." Coach Thompson smiled.
Coach Larson stood and walked over to wear his street clothes were hanging and began untying his shoe. Just then Coach Thompson pulled out the wooden chair, and sat down.. and called me to him.
"Over here, now." he said.
He grabbed me, and yanked my towel down, tossing it aside. The next thing I knew I was stark naked jackknifed across his hairy thighs. From where I was I had the perfect view of Mr. Larson changing clothes.
He had both of his shoes off, and then his socks, baring his big feet. He slipped his track pants down, and then his t-shirt was pulled over his head. He was standing there in a jockstrap, and he casually reached back and scratched his very hair backside.
My dick started to harden immediately.. but that soon stopped as Mr. Thompson spanked my ass.
SMACK!
His hand slapped my bare cheeks, just like last time, and I wiggled across his knee.
Mr Larson pulled his jockstrap down and off, and turned to put it in his duffel bag. I had an amazing view of his dangling _c_o_c_k_ and balls.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Mr. Thompson spanked my very naked buns as hard as he could. Tears welled up in my eyes, he was spanking me a lot harder than last time.
Mr Larson stopped to watch a bit, his arms crossed across his big beefy chest.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
My butt was being toasted, and I maoned and tried to get away, but to no avail.
Coach Larson pulled on a pair of briefs just as Coach Thompson had and sat down at the computer desk. Neither man had any modesty at all.
SMACK! SMACK!
Coach Thompson soundly spanked my quivering ass, and soon tears were pouring down my face. I was crying and kicking as hard as I could.
"Ok, time for the paddling. Bob, could you hand it to me please." he addressed the other Coach.
"Certainly." Coach Larson said, and pulled the wooden paddle out of the drawer. He handed it to Coach Thompson and continued to face us as the paddle was brought down on my naked hiney.
He didn't bend me over the desk this time, he just held me across his lap and spanked away. My butt was on fire, and I could barely stand it.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK.
That was 10... he'd stopped at 10 last time.. but he made no effort to slow the pace.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK.
"Aaaaaaaah whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" I cried, bawling like a baby.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!
He slammed the paddle hard against my cheeks one last time, and I fell off his lap. I reached back to rub my butt, and it felt like it was on fire. It was the hottest thing I'd ever felt.
"That should teach you some manners." Mr Thompson said, and helped me up.
I rubbed my naked cheeks and bounced from foot to foot doing the spanked baby dance.
"Ye... yes sir." I whimpered.
"Hit the shower again if you want, otherwise, you're free to go." he told me.
"Thank you sir." I said, and stumbled out of the office.
Unlike last time, I didn't go to the shower, I headed to my locker and got dressed as quickly as possible, not even putting on my underwear or socks. I grabbed something out of my bag and headed back to the office. I peeked through the blinds again, and sure enough, they were both now buck naked and Mr Larson was sucking Mr Thompsons hard dick. I went over to the door, quietly, and felt the knob. Sure enough, it was still unlocked.
With my heart in my throat, I threw open the door, and lifting the camera from my bag up to my face, I snapped a rapid succession of pictures, and quickly ran out.
I ran all the way home, and when I finally got there, I uploaded the pics to my computer. Sure, I'd beat my meat to these, even now, my dick was starting to harden as I looked through the pictures... but I had a greater purpose for these. .... blackmail.
Authors note: Email me if you like my stories or have any ideas where you'd like to see this one go. In the next story, 2 coaches are sure to end up with VERY red butts..