Men Spanking Men

Towards the end of the senior year, Mike started to introduce me to morning maintenance canings. I would stop by on my way to school and either bend over a chair or grab my ankles for the cane. By the end of my senior year, I was used to getting 6 of Mike’s best over my jeans or my bared ass every single day.

There wasn’t a time that I didn’t come from the caning either. I always looked forward to my caning. Sometimes, I would be standing there with a woody.

After getting spanked by Coach Phipps and promptly kicked off the team, I spent the weekend in a deep depression. I was feeling a multitude of moods, but mostly fear. I didn’t know how many people knew. Joey asked me what was wrong. He was the first person that I told about the spanking. Joey was surprised about it. “If it was me getting my ass spanked, I would have shot a huge load all over him.” I showed him my butt, which was still burgundy in color.

I wished Joey didn’t mention that. I just realized that there was a point towards the end of the spanking in which I was actually hard when I hit the euphoric stage. I wasn’t sure but I believed that I did come on his leg. I also wasn’t sure but I believed that he was erect too. I seem to remember getting poked in the rib cage throughout the whole spanking. I checked the clothes I wore after the spanking. My underwear and there was a dried, still sticky spot. The inside of my t shirt was sticking too.

Monday, I tried to avoid going to school, but after my dad threatened me with a bareassed paddling (I was still really sore and avoided the Sunday paddling because of an early revival), I went to school. Nobody mentioned that they knew. The big news was that Coach Phipps was let go on Friday (the day I was spanked). After asking around, I found out that he was fired right after practice. I now remember that the principal was in the gym office when we came back to the locker room. That meant that he spanked me after being fired.