Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2018 22:07:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: Nick Green <nick867g@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nicky's Spankings 2: Coach Hall

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Coach Hall

I have gym for 7th period, my last class of the day. After running around
outside playing soccer, Coach Hall told us all to hit the showers. But I
didn't feel like taking one, so I just got dressed. But one of the kids
told on me so Coach called me into his office and yelled at me for not
doing what he said.

Coach Hall is an older guy, around 50, I think, with a lot of white hair
and short beard. Tall, too, Looks like a grandpa and always serious with a
mean scowl on his face.

I said I was sorry about not showering but I wasn't that sweaty. And
besides, I didn't want to be late for my bus home. He made me wait on the
couch in his office and said I could take the late bus. Then he left to get
the rest of the kids out of the locker room.

After everyone left, he came back into the office and told me that I needed
to do what I was told to do. Every boy has to take a shower, he said, or
they become smelly and unhealthy, and he wouldn't be doing his job as a
coach if he allowed that. So he made me take all my clothes off, right
there in his office while he watched, and with his hand on my shoulder,
marched me into the showers. He followed behind me and I heard him say
something, but not sure what.

He turned the shower on, pulled me under the water and started soaping up
me up. He soaped up my hair, then made me hold my hands up as he washed my
body. Then turned me around and told me to open my legs so he could clean
my "slutty butt," as he called it. I don't know why he called it that but
he spent a few minutes rubbing the bar of soap between my cheeks, taking
his time. It kinda of felt good and I had to lean against the
wall to hold myself up. I also realized my cock was as hard as a
rock. Coach has big hands and it felt like one hand could cover my entire
butt. He reached around with his other soapy hand and washed the inside of
my thighs, working his way to my balls. Then he touched my cock and I
moaned. He smirked and whispered in my ear, "that's a good boy. Get hard
for Coach."  I moaned softly as he nibbled my ear, stoked my
cock and then pressed a soapy finger against my hole, rubbing all around
it. I felt him stick the tip of his finger in and out, which made me groan
even more, and I couldn't help but push my butt towards him.

He teased my hole and I was moaning like crazy and making other noises,
just like Mr Roberts made me do last week. Then he stopped but told me not
to move. There I was, leaning against the shower wall, dripping wet, trying
to catch my breath. He left the shower but came back carrying a small gym
bag. He stood next to me and watched my reaction as he pulled a red bag and
rubber hose out. "What's that for?" I asked. He just grumbled and said
being clean means being clean inside and out, and that's what he aimed to
do.

He connected one end to the shower, then made me lie on the shower floor on
my stomach, spread my legs open, and told me to raise my butt in the
air. He dabbed something slippery on my hole and spread it around with his
finger. I couldn't help but start moaning again. Then he slid the other end
of the hose into my butt.

He waited a minute or so, so I could get used to it. Then he turned the
warm water on and I felt it pouring into me. He knelt down and held my butt
still with one hand, and worked the hose with the other. He'd let the water
run, then stop. Then start. Then stop again. It wasn't long before I felt a
lot of pressure, and I said I felt very full and had to go to the bathroom,
so he stopped the water and pulled out the hose, but he slid his finger in
its place, so it wouldn't leak out. He continued rubbing and grabbing my
cheeks, even reached under me to stroke my hard cock. He told me to go
ahead and try pushing the water out; I tried but his finger was too big.

So I laid on the floor for about 10 minutes. All this time he was telling
me, "Was it worth it, Nicky? Because you were too lazy to take a shower, I
have to spend my valuable time making sure you get cleaned up. Like I don't
have anything better to do!"

After another few minutes, he lifted me off the floor - finger still inside
me - and took me to the toilet. One hand was on my hard cock and he slowly
pulled his finger out, told me to sit and push. It wasn't easy because he
was still holding my dick but the water finally came out and I felt very
different, almost lighter. He lifted me off the seat and made me bend over
and said to spread my legs. He wiped me like a little baby then took a few
moments to inspect my butt area, and apparently was satisfied with the job
he did. He gave me a few slaps then practically pulled me back into the
shower to wash my butt again. But he didn't play with me, like before. He
tossed me a towel, told me to dry myself off and then come back to his
office. I watched him walk out of the showers as I caught my breath and
calmed down.

I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist and went back to his
office. My cock started to get soft again, and as good as it felt, I was
hoping I could just get my clothes and leave.

When I entered his office he was standing up, arms folded and looked like
he was about to lecture me again. He didn't say anything for a few moments;
I just looked down at the floor. Then he walked over to me, pulled the
towel off and looked at my naked body. Then he picked me up like I was a
child, held me close and started kissing me, working his tongue into my
mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms over his shoulder as
his big arms held me tight. I felt his hands under my naked butt,
supporting me easily.

It felt good, my naked body against his clothes and I could feel myself
getting hard again, as he pushed his body against mine. I felt his cock
press into me -- it seemed huge! I wondered if he'd show it to me...

Then he carried me to the couch, sat down and before I knew what happened,
had flipped me around and turned me over his knee. I tried squirming away
but he was too strong for me; one hand held me firmly in place and his
other rub my back and worked its way to my butt. (At least the couch was
much more comfortable then Mr Robert's desk.)

Coach was talking as he rubbed me, saying that he heard how Mr Roberts had
to punish me and that I obviously didn't learn my lesson. He said he agreed
with Mr Roberts that I had a "spankable" butt and I softly purred and
inched my butt slightly higher. Coach just smiled and said, "that's my
slutty boy, raise your butt for Coach." With that he started spanking me --
not hard but steady, all over my butt. It didn't hurt at first and he
stopped often to rub my glowing butt, working his way down between my
legs. I felt him rub my balls and lightly tease my cock with his fingers.

Then he returned to the spanking, harder this time, the noise of his big
hand slapping my butt echoing in the small office. I'm glad no one else was
around because as embarrassed as I was at that moment, it would've been
worse to have the other kids see me that way.

He kept his left hand on the small of my back, anchoring me in place,
forcing me to stick my butt up higher as he kept spanking me. I felt my
butt get hot and I started whimpering, saying "Please Coach, please stop. I
promised to take showers from now on, promise..."  But he just chuckled and
said kids will say anything to get out of their punishment.

The spanking kept going, slightly increasing in intensity. He never struck
me too hard and mainly focused on the center of my crack; his hand was so
big, he hit both cheeks at the same time. I knew my cheeks were turning
red. I was squirming with my arms stretched out in front of me. He told me
to bend my legs at the knee which he said helped make my butt stick higher
in the air. I was so turned on but I was also starting to sob and begged
him to stop, when I heard him spit into his left hand and reached around me
and grabbed my cock. I gasped when I felt the warmth of his spit on my dick
and despite myself, started humping into his hand. His other hand still
spanked me; not as hard but as sore as my butt was, it was hard enough.

I felt so confused; it hurt so much but felt so good. Then he stopped and I
felt his right hand reach for something, heard a lid pop, then felt liquid
pour all over my butt and thighs. He pushed my legs open and rubbed a gel
all over me, soothing my butt and making everything feel so smooth and
slippery. My sobs were mixed with moans as he opened my cheeks and rubbed
my hole, and I knew what was coming next...

Coach gently worked his entire big finger into my hole while I was still
over his knee. He pushed itin so deep, I felt completely full, His other
hand was still stroking my hard cock and I just couldn't keep still. I
started pushing against his finger, begging him to keep fucking me with it.

"What a naughty, slutty boy you are, Nicky. If anyone deserved to be
spanked and have his hole filled with my finger, it's you. But it feels
good, doesn't it? Especially with a clean butt."

I think I nodded yes, I'm not sure.

His finger was much bigger then Mr Roberts but with all that gel, he slid
right in and out, in and out. My breathing got even more intense and I
wondered if this is what it felt like to have a dick inside of me.

I knew I couldn't last much longer and when Coach knew I was close to
cumming, he firmly pressed up against the button inside of me and stroked
it a few times. That was all it took and I started shooting all over his
lap and couch. I bucked my butt up and down, groaning while he stroked all
the cum out of me. I saw stars until finally I just collapsed, still draped
over his knee, my cock dripping with cum, his finger still inside of me.

After a few moments he gently pulled it out, reached for a towel and turned
me over on my back. He lifted my legs and wiped me down, like I was getting
my diaper changed. Then he lifted me up on his lap, facing him as I
straddling him. He kissed me some more as I wrapped my arms around his neck
and felt his hands rub my sore, reddened behind.  He said I hoped I learned
my lesson and if I didn't, we'd have to do this all over again. And next
time he'd spank me harder. I promised I'd take a shower but part of me was
excited about the idea of being over Coach's knee again.


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