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5 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter Four
By: Jack Date: December 4, 2020, 4:56 pm
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Chapter Four
The last week of school s‍ucked.
It wasn’t just because it was nearly Christmas and everything
just seemed to be taking forever. It’s because there were
finals and crap all week too. And despite that, we still had to
suit out and work out for gym.
It might not have been so bad, but we had a warm, sunny day, so
Coach Ardacks decided we should do some running.
I don’t really mind running too much. I mean, I play soccer and
baseball, so I understand speed and endurance can be important.
It’s just that running circles around an old middle school track
is not high on my list of thrilling things to do. What’s worse
is that it’s like nine days until Christmas - there’s supposed
to be snow on the ground and we should be out building snowmen,
not running, even if we’re having to wear sweats instead of
shorts.
We ran a mile, then sprinted a quarter, then took a water break
and did wind sprints, then shuttle runs. After that, we had to
run a stadium mile. Usually that was the last thing Coach made
us do, so I was hoping we could have some free time or shoot
some hoops or something.
Some of the guys took forever to do it, which kind of sucked if
Coach was going to let us have free time or something. Some of
the guys were really fast. I tried to push myself a little.
Everyone had to shower after class, so it’s not like there was a
point in not getting sweaty, but I didn’t want to take my next
test feeling all sore or nuthin’ either. I never tried to stay
at the very front of the group, ‘cause those guys were rockets.
I did keep up with Cooper Scott and his friends for a while.
Even though this was the first year Cooper and I had classes
together, I’d known him for years. He played baseball and
soccer, too. We’d only been on the same team once, when we both
ended up on an expansion soccer team, but you get to know the
guys on the other local teams if you play for a while.
Cooper was cool, but he was more than that. Coop’s Dad was into
comics, and Cooper had read a lot of them, and he could tell you
almost anything if you had questions about the movies or TV
shows or stuff. He was really smart, and could explain math
better than Mr. Baxter, and he knew a lot of good books to read.
He was also cute as a bobwhite.
Cooper was also kind of small. I mean, he was in seventh grade,
so he had to be twelve, but he was only like 4’8” and maybe
sixty-six pounds - pretty small. He had really messy hair, like
that guy who plays Newt Scamander, but his was a kind of dark
blond, and he had green eyes. He was still a little kid -- I
mean, his balls weren’t any bigger than my little brothers’ -
but he did play soccer and baseball, and he had some really good
definition to his chest and nice calves and a sweet little butt…
Yeah, he was cute as h‍ell.
I kept up with them on the main run, but they started pulling
away from me on the sprint, and I didn’t even try to keep up on
the shuttle runs. By the time I had caught my breath and taken
another quick water break, they’d already disappeared into the
bleachers.
To me, the stadium run isn’t as bad as shuttle runs, so I
settled into it at a decent pace. I was about halfway through
the first set of bleachers, when i heard Coach ‘Ardas‍s’
yelling at someone. I looked around, didn’t see anyone right
there, so I stopped to listen.
“... pping class is skipping class. It doesn’t matter if it’s
math or English or P.E. - it’s wrong, and it doesn’t matter if
it’s the entire class or just trying to hide when you’re
supposed to be running laps. You’re all lucky I don’t send you
to the office right now, understand me?”
There were some muttered replies that I couldn't really
understand or tell who was saying them.
“Then get your rears back on the field and consider yourself
warned.”
I got back in motion, and tried to get to the top pretty close.
I didn’t quite make it in time to see them on the ramp, but i
turned around to see three boys who had just come off it, and I
was surprised to see one of them was Cooper. The other two guys
- David and Tony - were okay guys. I had English with David,
and I knew he lived next door to Tony and that Tony and Coop
were cousins, but I hadn’t really known either of them that
long.
I kept my pace on the rest of the run and left those three
behind me. The entire time I was running, I was also thinking
about what Coach had said. In his class, a ‘warning’ could mean
a couple of things, and I was really wondering how he’d meant it
this time.
Our P.E. class was a mix of seventh and eighth grade boys, and
we had two coaches. As I came off the track and started to cool
off, Coach Grabowski made a mark in his grade book.
“Good job, Merrick. Cool off and you can have free time ‘til we
whistle.”
I was breathing kind of hard, so I just waved and nodded, so he
knew I’d heard him. I walked around a minute, then grabbed some
water. Some guys were playing Horse. They’d just started, so I
just jumped in at the end of the line.
Maybe fifteen minutes went by. A couple of guys had already
horsed out, but I only had an ‘H, O’ when the coach whistled.
Randy grabbed the ball to return to the rack, and we all headed
towards the locker room.
I hadn’t worn shorts, because Coach told us we’d be running as
soon as we walked in. I slid out of my orange, school
sweatpants and folded them. I peeled off my long-sleeved,
black, Under Armour tee, and folded it, which left me standing
in just my boxerjock, which made me giggle a bit.
Lou, the guy with the locker next to me, gave me a look.
“Nothing,” I replied to the implied question. “It’s just
they’re so strict about what we wear and the colors and
everything, then I’m standing here in neon yellow boxers.”
Lou was pretty quiet. He just smiled, shook his head, and bent
to start unlacing his trainers.
I slid out of my boxers and jumped in the showers. It’s not
like there wasn’t a ton of hot water, but I liked to get it done
quick, before everyone started crowding in. Not only did it
give me more elbow room, but it let me look at the guys going in
and out without having to worry about hiding my stiffy.
I stayed in the shower long enough to warm my ears, and wash my
stinky spots, then I left as several guys started in. I grabbed
a towel, and looked where Lou was just sliding out of his jock.
He wasn’t cute or anything, but he was pretty well hung and
circumcised, and I just liked looking at him, sometimes thinking
about what it’d be like to suck him.
I was drying my hair when I saw Cooper, Tony, and Dave all walk
in with Coach Ard‍ass. I half expected him to send them
to shower, but he walked over to Grabowski and took the grade
book.
“Yates, Shields - hit the showers’, Coach called out, drawing
the eye of every guy in the locker room. “Scott, this is your
third warning. Grab the position.”
There was a collective gasp. No one in the locker room doubted
what that meant. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only one who was
trying to watch closely while pretending not to.
I realized my di‍ck had done more than twitch, and I
quickly draped part of my towel in front of me, while turning to
face my locker a bit more.
Coach stepped into the office, dropped the grade book on his
desk, and reached atop the supply cabinet to grab The Burner.
Even though we called him ‘ardass, him and Grabowski weren’t
really that strict most of the time. Usually, if you didn’t do
something just totally blatant, they didn’t care about a little
horsing around - not as long as you respected them. Every once
in a while though, someone screwed up or caught them at the
wrong time.
Every one of us had gotten a good look at The Burner at one time
or another, even if not that many of us had felt it. It was a
solid two feet long, four inches wide, and about 5/8ths of an
inch thick, with 23 holes running in a two-one pattern down it’s
length. It was a dark, reddish brown, and even I wasn’t curious
what it felt like.
Cooper was wearing black sweatpants with an orange school
hoodie. He stepped up to the bench outside the coaches’ office,
put his legs right next to it, then leaned across it, resting
his palms against the wall of the office, which put him standing
nearly in a toppled ‘L’.
I’d known to put my sweats on over my boxers, because I’d heard
Coach tell us we were going outside. It made me wonder if Coop
had an extra pair of shorts under his sweats.
Coop was wearing those sweatpants with elastic at the waist and
legs. Even with him bent nearly ninety degrees, the pants
bagged up enough I couldn’t really see much of what I knew was a
beautiful little b‍utt. I stood there, enrapt, waiting
for Coach Grabowski to tell us to turn our backs, but he seemed
to forget, and, even though I liked Coop and felt really bad for
him, I was bewitched as Coach ‘Ardass moved into position and
lifted the paddle. I’m not even sure I was trying to pretend to
be drying off.
Coop bending over did not present a large or high target, but I
guess Coach was used to dealing with things like that. He took
careful aim, the paddle rose into the air, then ‘thw-pow!’
Coop howled an ‘oh!’ before he managed to choke it off. He
managed to stay in position, but you could see how tense he was
- his arms were nearly trembling.
There was a long pause, and I think the entire locker room held
its breath when The Burner started rising again. Even though it
only went to shoulder height, it seemed to rise and rise and
rise before finally stopping. There was a brief, eternal wait
while the paddle hovered at its peak, then, at some sign
knowable only to Coach, the paddle whipped down again.
Shpock! Echoed around the locker room. I jumped, then quickly
yanked my towel back into place, glancing nervously around to
see if I’d been exposed.
I carefully finished drying myself, and even more carefully slid
into my boxers.
Cooper was moving slow and carefully - obviously slow, as he
walked over to his locker and started to undress. I tried to
dress at least as slowly as he was undressing. Once I got my
pants on, I sat down and pretended to rethread one of my shoe
strings.
Coop must have been aching. He slowly pulled the sweatshirt
over his head, folding it and putting it into his basket, then
toed off his sneakers. He slid his thumbs into the waistband of
his sweats, and slowly moved them down his legs. I couldn’t
hear him, but his face looked like he hissed as he flexed his
butt. He managed to step out of the sweats without much extra
motion, then he picked up the sweats and shoes, and slowly stood
upright.
As he put those clothes in his basket, I realized he’d done the
same thing I had, and the only thing he’d had under his sweats
was a pair of blue BCG compression shorts. After a long
second’s pause, his thumbs went into the compression shorts, and
he did the same thing again.
I was really torn when those shorts slid off, revealing that
perfect little butt. I can’t describe the color - it was like
two tomatoes, if tomatoes were a dull, angry red instead of
shiny. It started more than halfway up his cheeks, caught the
very top part of his legs, and there was about an inch that was
even darker, where the two swats must have overlapped.
I had to close my eyes for a moment. My d‍ick was so hard
it felt like it was straining. I shivered at the feeling, then
opened my eyes to see Coop going by me.
I sighed, wishing I could think of another excuse to stay, but I
just couldn’t. I stood up and reached for my shirt when I heard
a commotion. Before I could turn, I heard Coach yell out
“Trewitt!”
John Trewitt was an eighth grader and a jerk. He wasn’t like
Pete. Pete just had a dumb sense of humor, especially when he
had an audience. At least he could be cool sometimes. Trewitt
just acted like a jerk. It was a real shame, because he was
really pretty good looking. He was already almost as tall as
the coach - probably like 5’10” or so. He had kind of medium
dark blond hair on his head and a thick patch about the same
color around his d‍ick. I wasn’t sure what color his eyes
were, but he had just enough freckles to be cute without looking
like a hyena. He was pretty well hung, too. He didn’t have
real defined muscles, but he was solid, and he had… Well, when
someone said ‘bubble butt’, I thought of his.
I turned to see what was going on - I felt safe now, because
everyone left in the locker room was as well. Trewitt was
standing there in all his glory - naked and wet. Cooper was
just past him, facing away from the shower, and looking pretty
pissed.
“Go ahead, Don - you’re already warmed up,” Coach Grabowski
said.
Coach Ardacks nodded, and turned back towards the showers.
“Trewitt, up here. The rest of you - get moving. No tardy
passes today. If you’re late, it’s your own problem.”
I watched while Trewitt reached for a towel. Coach had reached
back into his office and had The Burner in his hands again when
he snapped.
“I said up here, Trewitt, now.”
“I’m getting a towel, so I can dress.”
“You don’t need to dress, you need to do what you were told.”
“You can’t paddle me bare a‍ss,” Trewitt exclaimed.
“The rules say I can’t make you undress for a paddling, boy.
Nothing says I have to let you dress if you’re already bare. As
a matter of fact, the way they’re written, I could be violating
the rules by letting you change how you were dressed when you
got in trouble. Now move.”
“No!” John said, trying to be forceful, but nearly whining.
“You can come up here now, or I can drag you through the halls
and let the principal decide the issue.”
Being dragged through the hall would be horrible, but being
taken to the office was even scarier - if the principal decided
against you, everyone knew it meant extra swats AND detention.
The entire locker room waited to see what he’d do. After a long
moment, when the tension was as tight as a rubber band about to
break, Trewitt walked to the front.
“Do you see any wrestling mats down, Trewitt?”
“No, sir,” John answered in barely more than a mumble.
“Are you wearing a chin guard?”
“No, sir.”
“Then can you think of any acceptable reason for you to put your
hands on another student?”
Trewitt just shook his head. In return, Coach gestured with the
paddle.
Just the motion was enough for Trewitt to get in position. His
legs were spread wide enough I could see his balls between them.
Apparently Coach did too, since he had the boy move them a bit
closer together.
The paddle came up, then back down, carefully aiming before
rising up again. Trewitt was so tense he seemed to be
shivering.
I had time to notice that his a‍ss was almost as perfect
in complexion as in shape - missing the freckles that covered
his face and arms. Just as I noticed that, I heard the whistle
of the paddle cutting the air.
FWAP! The paddle landed loud and Trewitt screamed. The paddle
rose, displaying a stripe across the middle of Trewitt’s
as‍s that was pure crimson. It must have been agony,
because there was no question Trewitt was shaking.
“Have I made my point, or do we need another swat?”
“N-n-no, sir,” Trewitt answered, obviously through sobs and
tears. “You did. You did.”
“Go dry off and get dressed.”
Trewitt stood, even more slowly than Cooper had, and made his
way over to the towels. I watched, stunned, as I saw how red
and wet his face was, but even more stunned by the fact that he
looked nearly half hard.
As I finished dressing, I had two thoughts. I felt like my dick
was about to explode, and I wondered if maybe I could splash a
little cold water on it without anyone noticing, and I wondered
if I could find a way to talk to Trewitt and maybe see if there
was anything else we had in common.
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Re: 5 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter Fou
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By: Zyngaru Date: December 5, 2020, 10:06 am
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Ah! They wonderful days of PE.
I don't know if the schools I went to, three different junior
High schools and one high school, had the "No undressing" rule
for a paddling. I know that in my PE classes the coaches
usually paddled us right out of the showers, so we were
bare-ass. I remember some boys being paddled only wearing their
jock strap. Not wearing a jock strop when you dressed out was a
paddling offense. We had to pull the waistband of our gym
shorts down to show the waistband of our jocks. Some boys tried
to get away with wearing their briefs instead of jocks and it
very seldom worked out for them.
So I loved this chapter. because it brought back so many
memories. Those memories just flooded right in. Things I
hadn't thought about in years. So yes, this chapter was very
realistic with my boyhood memories.
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Re: 5 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter Fou
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By: Adric Date: December 8, 2020, 7:50 pm
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This chapter certainly brought back memories. PE class in
general and the locker/shower room in particular were often an
intense experience. It was the one class where the teacher
could paddle you anywhere you happened to be without paying any
attention to what you were wearing or not wearing at the time.
I didn't see many fully naked paddlings but the ones I did see
were memorable. They were usually for horseplay in the gang
shower, for which you'd get called out wet and naked for a
paddling right in the center of the dressing room where everyone
could watch. Really good job on this chapter.
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