Gym Class Humiliation

In the final part of my senior year in high school, I was eighteen years old, playing softball in third-period PE class.

I got angry when I struck out and threw the bat, nearly striking another student in the head. The coach was furious and ordered me to the bench and told me I would get five swats when I returned to the locker room.

I've had a lifelong interest in spanking play, but this was not part of my fantasy, knowing it would be excruciatingly painful.

Sitting on the bench, I was scared and embarrassed because the whole class seemed excited, knowing I would get paddled.

Despite my apprehension, my mind drifted back to past spanking play with friends and, just recently, the only spanking I ever received from my father.

It had been my birthday, and I had to attend an award ceremony for my mother. But I didn't want to go. I kept whining it was unfair and procrastinating. So finally, my Dad told me to take a shower and get ready. So, still naked and wet, I decided to jack off in the bathroom.

Dad came in naked for his shower. He lost it when he saw what I was doing, yanked me over his lap, and spanked my wet bare butt with his wood hairbrush. Then the ultimate humiliation, I ejaculated.

When we got back to the locker room, the coach, who was authorized to administer corporal punishment, ordered me to remove my shoes, socks, and T-shirt. The coach told the other twenty-three students in the class to get ready to go to the showers but to stay put until he got back.

I went to his office and bent over his desk. I was scared, but I also noticed that my cock was stiffening.

All I had on was a jockstrap and a thin pair of cotton gym shorts. There was no padding. I knew it would be painful.

When the first swat from his paddle landed on my butt, it seemed as loud as a gunshot, and then the pain was even worse than I could have ever imagined. He left his door open, so every guy in the locker room heard the paddle hit.

The coach was in no hurry. He put his hand on the small of my back, pinning me down on his desk. He rubbed the paddle back and forth on my butt for probably 15 seconds which left me shaking and wiggling my butt in a vain attempt to assuage the ever-increasing burning sensation.

While he was doing this, I could feel my cock stiffen even more.

The second swat was even worse. My butt was stinging, and it felt like it was on fire. When he started rubbing the paddle on my butt again, my cock became fully erect, and my balls were tightening, signaling an approaching orgasm. It was going to happen again.

I was beginning to panic, and the fear only made it more arousing. I was thankful for the jockstrap and hoped the coach couldn't see my erection. I was desperately trying to suppress my arousal mentally, but I knew it was a losing battle.

I repeatedly heard myself moaning and saying, " Oh God, No" on the third swat. Finally, my body stiffened and shuddered as the orgasm and ejaculation took total control of my body, leaving me lying limply over his desk.

The coach knew what happened because he halted the paddling and said, "are you finished?" He gave me the last two swats in rapid succession, even more, painful following my orgasm.

The coach escorted me back to the locker room because I assumed he wanted to get a look at the results of his handiwork. Twenty-three guys me with towels around their waists and grins on their faces waiting for what came next.

The coach ordered me to remove my gym shorts and jockstrap and hit the showers. When I pulled my jockstrap off, the locker room erupted in laughter.

My cock was sticking straight out with a stream of cum dripping out. To make matters worse, because I ejaculated in my jockstrap, my cock, balls, and pubic hair were covered with cum.

The coach said, "Cut the laughter; the boy had an accident." That's when I noticed that a good percentage of the guys had tented towels.

The coach made sure I was humiliated by ordering me to turn my back to the class, announcing for all to hear, " If any of you guys have any thoughts about throwing a bat, take a good hard look at Randy's butt."

The coach looked down at my cock and balls, smiled, and said, "You need to take that jockstrap home and wash it." More laughter erupted.

Standing there naked in front of the whole class and the coach with tears in my eyes, a bright red burning butt, and dripping cum was about as humiliating as possible.

And it didn't help that when the guys dropped their towels, I was staring at a lot of young hard cocks. My punishment and total humiliation turned them on.

When I was in the shower, I noticed quite a few guys looking at my butt while laughing and whispering.

Several still had erections. Then there was Jefferson. A big football player with a big hard cock. He said, "You must like having your ass paddled. I'll bet you'll like this even more."

He pinned me against the wall and pushed his hard cock against my butt crack.

His action caused a combination of laughter and shock. I struggled to get away from him, yelling," Get the fuck off me." Jefferson just laughed while continuing to grind his wet soapy cock against me.

He laughed and said, "Stop by my house after school, and I'll make you come again." He squeezed my butt and then went back to showering.

Unknown to Jefferson, despite my resistance, I liked the feeling of his cock pressed against my butt, and it made me hard again.

I got dressed and headed for my next class. Sitting was not going to be pleasant.

The Principal called me to his office. I was afraid he would paddle me too, but he just talked to me. He said, " I heard about you throwing a bat. So everybody got a clear picture of the consequences of unsafe and unsportsmanlike conduct."

As you might imagine being 3rd period, most of the school knew what happened by the end of the day.

The fifth period was the worse. The coach was also my history teacher. As I left school, I saw him talking to three other male teachers. They were looking at me and laughing.

Afterward, I got many questions from friends, and even my girlfriend asked why getting paddled made me cum. I played dumb I told her I had no idea why it happened and said I didn't want to talk about it. Her mother was the Principal's secretary. Whenever I was at her house around her parents, I felt embarrassed.

I often wondered if word of my gym class punishment had gotten to my father. He never indicated that it had

After graduation I and my best friend, who was fascinated and turned on by what happened to me, engaged in some reciprocal spanking and masturbation play. We both enjoyed it, but that ended in the Fall when we went to different colleges.