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The Farmboy Gets A Paddling at Junior High, Part 2
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A FARMBOY GETS A PADDLING IN JUNIOR HIGH
(Part 2 of 2 )
With the coach still standing in position behind the boy
and the boy still standing, more words were exchanged between the
two. The boy had to look over his left shoulder to speak to the
coach. The boy then reached back and pulled the tail of his
shirt out of his jeans.... not the front, just the back tail
of the shirt. When he let it fall it covered all of his small,
Levi covered butt. Then the coach placed a hand on the boy's
left shoulder and gave a small push. The boy bent over and
grabbed his knees.
The coach must have said something else because the boy
stood up again and repositioned his feet wider apart, then bent
back over again grasping his knees. The coach lifted the shirt
tail and folded it back over the boy's back. You could see the
top band of his underwear and part of his back, and of course,
his butt was now fully exposed and sharply outlined by the tight
Levis that strained across the anxiously awaiting young bottom.
Coach Mann rested the paddle on the boy's butt for several
seconds, brought it back way behind his head then landed a hard
lick to the boy's bottom.
He jumped straight up and grabbed his butt with both hands,
a cheek in each hand. You could tell that the full force of the
sting was being felt in his bottom. The coach pushed the kid's
left shoulder again, indicating that he should bend over for
another. The boy spread his legs wide (I'd guess at least a full
yard apart) bent over and grabbed his knees. The coach again
lifted his shirt tail out of the way and repeated the exact
process again. He placed the paddle on the boy's butt for a few
seconds, brought it back, then THWACK! landed another fiery lick.
With the second lick the boy again jumped up and grabbed
his ass. This time he was crying. He was really kneading his
asscheeks with his hands, squeezing each cheek hard as his butt
flexed and squirmed in his jeans. That really impressed me at
the time.....he didn't just rub his butt like most people do, but
kneaded those cheeks as though he were in incredible pain!
Coach Mann must have told him to bend over again but it was
obvious the boy did not want any more. Mann shouted something at
him and was pointing a finger at him. Finally the boy spread his
legs again and bent over for a third fiery lick.
The boy jumped up again and started working on his ass once
more. He was crying like a baby now and we could see that his
face was all red and tear-stained. Coach Mann walked in front
of the boy, said a few words, then walked out of the room leaving
the sniveling boy in his misery.
After the coach had gone, he picked up his wallet and
handkerchief and returned them to his pockets. Then he
unbuttoned his jeans and placed his shirt tail back in its place.
While his hand was back into the seat of his Levis you could tell
he was rubbing his ass some more. By now he had stopped crying
but his eyes were real red and his face was wet with tears. He
wiped his face on his shirt sleeve, gathered his books and
left the room. The whole thing had not taken very long at all,
but boy was it ever hot!!
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