“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 theideahe 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 Alfiemanaged 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?”
