Chapter 2
“A good team is run on discipline, Alfie. I don’t suppose you know anything about running a team.”
Alfie shook his head.
“Of course you don’t. Ever play any sports yourself, son?”
Alfie shook his head again.
Coach heaved an unimpressed sigh. “Doesn’t surprise me. It’s clear you know nothing about discipline and even less about how to be a good teammate. On a team, everyone knows his place. What’s your place again, Alfie?”
“To serve?” That was what Coach had said before.
“And not to…” Coach prompted.
“Perv,” Alfie finished, flushing.
Even now his dick, tucked safely in a jockstrap, was trying to find a way out of the safety of its jockstrap.
Alfie couldn’t wait to be back in his dorm so he could put his hands on it.
He wasn’t sure about corporal punishment, which sounded pretty pervy if you asked him, but if it would get him out of here and into some privacy, then he was all for it.
And the way Coach was looking at him, which was still harshly but now also sort of kindly, as if he was sorry about how much he needed to hurt Alfie but was going to do it for Alfie’s own sake, made something dark and hungry twist in Alfie’s balls.
“I want to be a good teammate,” he told Coach, which was true in a way it hadn’t been half an hour ago.
“That’s a good boy.”
Alfie’s cock gave a little jump. He clenched the sides of his wood chair as hard as he could, willing his hands not to start stroking right there in Coach’s office.
Coach pushed his own chair farther away from his desk and patted his knee with one large, heavily knuckled hand. “Bring yourself on up over my lap then.”
Alfie rose uncertainly to his feet. He wasn’t sure how he’d imagined Coach disciplining him, but he definitely hadn’t imagined being in contact with Coach when it happened.
He willed his cock to go down, but the increasingly annoyed way Coach was looking at him as he hesitated had the opposite effect.
“You’re not making this any easier on yourself,” Coach warned.
“Couldn’t I just lean over the desk or something?”
“If you were more of a man, I’d say yes.
But what you are, Alfie, is a misbehaving brat of a boy who somehow got the idea he was a man.
I aim to disabuse you of that notion and teach you what you really are, which is the least important person in this organization.
And as such, you’re going over my knee. Now put your butt where I told you to put it, and I would advise you to do so promptly because every minute you delay doubles your punishment. ”
Alfie tried to do some quick math, but it was useless without knowing what number he was starting from. Still, if there was one thing he knew, it was that even a very small number became a big number fast if you kept doubling it.
He sprinted across the last few steps separating him from Coach and practically threw himself over Coach’s lap, limbs flying every which way until Coach grabbed him around the waist and hauled him into position.
Alfie’s balls ended up smashed between Coach’s hard thigh and the weight of his own body until Coach shifted him again, this time sending him sprawling forward with an ungainly oomph.
Now his package was wedged between Coach’s legs, which were spread to support him better.
All he could do was hope Coach hadn’t noticed his erection.
He wasn’t exactly built like a bull, and the jock kept what he did have corralled.
He was distracted from his thoughts by the quick downward smack of Coach’s right hand.
“Stop wiggling. I haven’t even hit you yet.”
That wasn’t strictly true, but Alfie got the point. He took a deep breath, willing himself into stillness, and held it. Waiting.
“I’m doing this for your own good,” Coach said.
“To teach you your place so you can be proud of doing your work well instead of ashamed about your disgusting behavior. And for the sake of the team, which is my responsibility. So I don’t care how much you scream or kick or cry.
I’m going to deliver the discipline you need. ”
Alfie thought he might start crying before his punishment even began, but then Coach did begin, quickly, without any warning at all.
Just slapping his hand down over and over on the seat of Alfie’s sweats.
After the initial surprise, which took his breath away, the thwaps weren’t really so bad.
They raised a sort of diffused heat on his ass, but the impact was muffled and not particularly painful.
He began to think he would be able to handle the spanking pretty well—that the embarrassment of the situation was the worst of it—and with his fear abated, his mind turned once again to how many times he was going to jerk off once he got home.
There was so much to jerk off about. The guys in the shower, having his torso all up against Coach’s chest, that little lecture about not being much of a man. Fuck, he was horny.
After only a minute or two, Coach stopped. Alfie released a long breath, pleasantly warm and almost happy. That hadn’t been bad at all.
“I guess that’s enough of that,” Coach said. “About time we got started.”
Got… started? Alfie cranked his head around to look up at Coach’s face just as Coach grabbed the waistband of his sweats and dragged them down over his ass.
“Ack.” Alfie reached back to try to stop their descent, but Coach was both too quick and too strong for him, and all Alfie managed to do was wrap a futile hand around Coach’s wrist, which Coach easily shook free.
“Well, lookee what we’ve got here.” Coach tapped Alfie’s ass with one pointed finger.
“I was only going to take you down to your shorts, this being a first offense, but someone decided not to wear shorts today.” He twanged one of the elastics framing Alfie’s otherwise naked ass. “Are you a jock, Alfie?”
“No,” Alfie muttered. He was still trying to get hold of his pants so he could pull them back up, but all he was actually doing was twisting around in a way that caused the pouch of his jock to rub against Coach’s inner thigh.
“If you’re not a jock, then you don’t need a jockstrap.
” Coach twanged the elastic again, which hurt.
Alfie stopped trying to reach for his pants and instead tried to protect his ass but Coach just grabbed his hand and used it to wrench Alfie’s arm into a really uncomfortable position.
“Trying to entice your teammates into looking at your ass?”
Alfie shook his head.
“Well, regardless. You see where it’s got you. You’ll be taking this spanking bare-ass.”
“But you already spanked me.”
Coach laughed. “Boy, that was a warmup, which you can thank me for. Go on,” he prodded. “Say it.”
“Thank you?”
“That’s right. A little gratitude will take you a long way in life, Alfie. I didn’t have to warm your ass up. I could’ve gotten right to it. But I always take care of my team. You remember that.”
Alfie was finding it difficult to be grateful that Coach had given him a pre-spanking spanking, but then Coach started hitting him again, and he understood better.
It hurt. No more muffling, no more diffusion. Coach’s hand slapped down like it was made of wood—hard and unyielding—producing a loud, salacious cracking sound with each smack as if Alfie’s ass were being broken right in half.
What had been a pleasant warmth quickly became a searing heat.
Alfie yowled. And kicked. All the things Coach had said he would do except cry until Coach stopped working the plump flesh of his ass cheeks and moved to the more tender skin of his upper thighs, and then he did cry.
He begged too. Begged and begged for Coach to please, please stop. To have mercy.
When Coach finally did stop, he was a mess, choking on snot and tears, his pants kicked all the way down to his ankles and his dick almost raw from how hard he’d been grinding against Coach’s thigh.
He heaved in a breath before bursting into a fresh wave of tears, so relieved he’d made it through this ordeal.
“There now,” Coach said, giving his rump a tender tap. “If you hadn’t tried my patience by dragging your feet over here, you’d be done now.”
“Wait,” Alfie said as the spanking began again, freshly painful after a moment’s respite. If what had happened so far had been the original punishment, and if his punishment had doubled even once, then that meant…
“I can’t,” he sobbed. “I can’t, I can’t.”
Coach stopped, thank heavens, but he only said, “I’m going to make a man out of you yet, Alfie,” before starting right back up again.
Alfie sobbed, his ass beyond hot, beyond red, beyond anything he would have imagined himself capable of bearing.
But it didn’t matter what he was capable of bearing because Coach forced him to bear it.
On and on the spanking went, across his ass and down his legs, until Coach shook out his hand and said, “That’s about all I’ve got in me,” which made Alfie cry even harder.
As if the pain in Coach’s hand could possibly match the pain in Alfie’s everything.
His balls ached worst of all, as fiery hot as his ass from being squeezed and pressed and ridden all over the planes of Coach’s muscled thighs.
He still wanted to go home and jerk off—maybe even recall the earlier, easier part of the spanking while he did—but he wasn’t sure he would be able to get off after having been backed up for so long.
“Up you go,” Coach said with a last tap on Alfie’s ass that had him scrambling to obey before Coach decided to start spanking him again.
He moved so fast he forgot about not having on anything except a jock until he was on his feet between Coach’s knees with his cock pointing straight at Coach’s hard abs.
Maybe Coach wouldn’t notice?
Coach sighed. He’d noticed.
“Alfie,” he said, disappointment heavy in his voice. “Were you perving on me while I was administering discipline to you?”
Alfie shook his head.
“Lying will only get you deeper in trouble, son.”
“I can’t help it,” Alfie squeaked. “I didn’t mean to.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He tried to cover his erection with his hands, but Coach barked, “Hands at your sides,” so he stood, the cheeks on his face as red as the cheeks of his ass, as respectfully as he could, while Coach contemplated him sadly.
“You really can’t help it, can you? You’ve got a deep streak of man-lust, and this environment is just too much stimulation for a pervy boy like you. If I let you back into my locker room tomorrow, you’re going to go right back to perving on those men, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” Alfie admitted. “Probably,” he said more truthfully. “Yes.”
“All right then. Understanding a problem is halfway to solving it.”
A flicker of hope returned. “You’re not going to kick me out?”
“You’re not the first hopelessly horny guy I’ve had in my locker room. Always remember, Alfie, if you don’t give up on you, I won’t give up on you. Let’s try something else, all right?”
“All right.”
Whatever Coach had in mind, it would have to be easier to bear than a spanking.