Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 09:09:01 EST
From: B2655@aol.com
Subject: Stripping for Punishment - Part 2 (GM Authoritarian)

Stripping for Punishment - Part 2
by Terry
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My body weight was resting on my toes, and my calf and thigh muscles were
taut with the effort of supporting myself. I flexed my ass cheeks in silent
defense of the inevitable, as the coach tightened his grip on my leg.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

There was no preparation for the searing pain coursing across my clenched
bottom. I swear I saw stars and flames all at the same time. If the coach
hadn't had a firm grip on me, I would have fallen off his lap and onto the
floor. I clenched my teeth together with all my might to keep from screaming.
Hot flames were licking at my bottom, and I couldn't hold still. My whole
body twisted and turned in reflex. I sucked in huge gasps of air as I tried
to steady myself.

That's when I felt it. There was a powerful stirring in my cock. The coach
still held me by my boy cock, which somehow remained hard as steel. He was
using my natural lubrication to stroke and twist at my hardon. The pain had
been so intense I had quite forgotten he had a grip on my dick. I was
surprised to realize that the sound coming from my throat was a moan of
pleasure.

"That's right, lad. Concentrate on the pleasure in your cock. You took those
last strokes like the brave boy I knew you could be. Now just accept your
reward. We're going to make your cock feel better than ever before. You
deserve this."

His sexy talk played tricks with my brain. I no longer felt waves of stinging
pain all across my ass. Instead, my mind and body were flooded with
unspeakable pleasure. The coach continued to squeeze, stroke and twist my
slick boy cock. Just then I knew I had crossed a threshold from which there
was no return. I knew I was about to become addicted to this impossible
merger of pleasure and pain.

The sound of the creaking floorboards made me look up with a start. I had
forgotten that the headmaster was still in the room, much less that he had
been the source of five powerful blasts to my bottom. He strode over and
stopped right in front of me. I was staring at his feet. But it was the
coach, who never stopped stimulating my cock, who spoke.

"Aren't you forgetting something, lad? Have you quite forgotten your manners,
boy?"

What in blazes was he talking about? All I could think of was the coach's hot
strokes on my cock. I was consumed with waves of agonizing pleasure.

My eyes traveled from the headmaster's feet up his long legs, but stopped at
the sight of the paddle still held menacingly in his right hand. But what
startled me was that his left hand trembled as it clutched and pawed at his
crotch.

"Go ahead, boy. Thank your headmaster for your punishment. Let's hear some
sincere words of gratitude."

The coach had to be crazy! There was no way I was going to do any such thing.
Gratitude and thanks were the farthest things from my mind. The headmaster
had bruised and battered my butt with unexpected ferocity. And it had turned
the bastard on.

But the coach didn't get an opportunity to force the issue, as just then the
paddle fell from the headmaster's grip and clattered to the floor. The next
thing I heard was the footsteps of the headmaster rushing down the stairs and
out the door.

The coach chuckled as his right hand let go of my leg and started smoothing
and stroking my flaming ass cheeks. His voice became softer and more intimate
as he cooed words of encouragement.

"Sorry, lad. This scene must have been too much for the old fellow. He's
probably going to have to take care of some problems of his own right about
now,  matters that are best performed in private. Just try to relax now. You
need to get better control of yourself before we continue."

The coach stopped stroking my boy cock and just held it in a firm grasp. His
attentions were directed to my reddened bottom, which he patted and stroked
with lazy motions. His hand felt like heaven as it tamed the sparks still
tingling all across my battered buttocks.

"That's right. Take some deep breaths and hold still for me. Be a good boy,
now. Make me proud of you."

His words worked their own seduction on my brain and lulled me into blind
obedience. It was becoming clear that I would do whatever this man demanded
of me.

"Spread your legs a bit farther, now. That's right, open up for me. Don't be
shy. We need to see any areas that have escaped punishment, because I intend
to be quite thorough. You'll have an evenly punished bottom when we're
through with you today."

His palm felt its way all over my ass, stroking its way up to my waist and
then back down over my cheeks and all the way down to the tops of my thighs.
I trembled at his impossibly erotic touch.

"There, there, lad. Steady now. Just relax and rest your weight on my lap."

I melted onto his lap and felt my leaking cock press hard against the
scratchy fabric of his trousers. Now both of his hands carried out their sexy
ministrations on my reddened behind, which was slick with sweat. I was half
crazed with the pleasure of it.

The coach's hands tugged at my thighs, pushing them farther and farther
apart. I felt cool air licking about my boy hole, which clenched open and
shut at this unexpected exposure. His hands gripped my cheeks firmly and
spread them wide apart, revealing even more of my ass for his intimate
inspection. Just then he flicked at my hole with his index finger, and I
jumped in surprise.

"Okay, lad. You're going to have to help me out here. Reach back and spread
those cheeks for me. I want to be able to see all of you."

I choked back a sob as my hands went about their assigned task. My
sex-drugged brain didn't even consider resisting him.

As one hand stroked lazily across my back and sides, the other probed around
the opening of my boy hole. He pressed his thumb against the clenched opening
and asserted steady pressure, but not enough to enter me just yet. I
continued to pull and stretch my cheeks wide apart, reveling in this
unaccustomed attention.

"Yes, lad. This is the nerve center of all your cravings. You can feel it
opening up to me. It is my intention to make you recognize the full extent of
your need. We can already feel your ass lips  throbbing with excitement. Once
we train your ass thoroughly, you'll be crazed with desire for regular
punishment sessions. But as we expand your limits and endurance, we'll extend
your rewards in equal measure. I can already see that your boy bottom is
horny for discipline. The more you can learn to take, the greater the sexual
rewards. And before you know it, the pain of punishment and the pleasure of
sex will merge into one. And you'll become addicted. You'll soon be
completely out of control with need for this treatment."

My heart was pounding as the impact of his words sank in. I knew he was
right, and the realization scared me.

"But first we need to get back to the task at hand. What you need now is a
long, slow hand spanking to warm you up for the main event. I intend to
introduce you to the punishment strap, and it will be impossible for you to
endure it without proper preparations. So take hold of my leg and the chair
bottom, boy. And brace yourself for the spanking of your life. Just because
I'm only using my hands doesn't mean this will be easy."

Suddenly I'm worried. I know this is no veiled threat. But I'm also
determined to be brave for the coach   to show him I'm worth all this time
and attention.

The coach places a strong hand under my quivering stomach and lifts my ass
higher and higher until I'm stretched and balanced on my tiptoes once more.

"That's right, lad. Up we go. But I want your legs spread apart as far as
possible. Yes, that's it. Now just concentrate on staying in place. No
thrashing about. You're beyond that, boy. Show me what you're made of."

I clenched my eyes shut and let out a soft moan. I felt a tear trickle its
way down my cheek and onto the floor. This was the real thing. This was the
point of no return.

 -- to be continued.
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