A Farmboy Gets a Paddling in Junior High

The junior high school I attended was an old stone building that stood between the elementary school and the high school on the school grounds. There was no cafeteria in the old junior high building, so those of us who were in the 7th or 8th grade had to eat in the elementary school cafeteria. This elementary school cafeteria was only 20 or 30 yards from our building, so when our classes let out for lunch, we would wait outside standing in line.

One day, a couple of friends and I were standing in line a little further back than normal so that we were actually next to some of the lower windows of the old junior high building. The lowest floor of this old building was about half basement and half first floor. It wasn't entirely underground, but it wasn't the main floor of the structure either. The rooms down there were usually used for storage, and only rarely as classrooms.

As we were standing in line talking and cutting up, one of my friends suddenly said, "Hey, get a load of this!" We looked through the window next to us and there was a 7th grader who was about to get a paddling from Coach Mann.

Coach Mann was the assistant boys basketball coach and taught 8th grade English. My friends and I were all 8th graders at the time and we had Mann for English. I was also on the junior high basketball team.

At one time or another we had all gotten paddled by Coach Mann. He did not give licks as often as the other coaches, but boy did they ever STING! He always used a very long, narrow paddle, maybe half as wide as the boards the other coaches used and maybe 3 to 4 inches longer. The total length was at least two and a half feet, I would estimate. He never left bruises and even the red marks and welts did not last long compared to those of the other coaches or the assistant principal, but the STING from his licks was really INCREDIBLE. Hardly anyone could stay down to take licks from Coach Mann. Usually after the third, you had to stand up and grab your ass.

I had no idea who the boy getting the licks was. He was short, had a head of full light blonde hair, blue eyes , and was really cute. He looked younger than a 7th grader, but I could tell by the books he had stacked on the floor by the door that he was taking 7th grade classes. I think he was wearing a blue cotton work shirt, the kind mechanics and gas station attendants wore. He had on old brown dusty cowboy boots and an old, faded pair of Levis. Nice tight 501's. He had a small, firm body, and a really nice butt packed into those Levis. His left jeans pocket bulged with a wallet and he had a large red handkerchief in his right one. He looked for all the world as if he had just stepped down off a tractor.

We had missed the preliminaries. By the time we noticed what was going on in there, both the boy and Coach Mann were getting ready to get down to business. To this day, I have no idea what the offense was. There was an old teacher's desk in the front of the room and a straight-backed chair. The rest of the room was full of student's desks stacked to the ceiling in storage.

Mann had his infamous paddle in his right hand and the blonde boy was standing with his back to the coach. The coach nudged him into an open area to one side of the teacher's desk and in the front of the classroom. The boy's back was still to the coach. Then Mann stepped back and to one side. We couldn't hear anything, but the coach must have told the boy to empty his pockets because as the coach was standing there, the boy reached back and pulled his red handkerchief and wallet out of his pockets and placed them on the floor at his feet.

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 moved 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 ass.

He jumped straight up and grabbed his butt with both hands, a cheek in each hand. You could tell he'd felt the full force of the sting in his butt. 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 guys 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!!