“I don’t give a crap what you felt like,” Tane growled. “This is a team sport. We pull together as one. We can fight and brawl in training, but each and every one of us have to know that we shake hands at the end and have that spirit of unity.”
“Borrrrrring!” Jacob said, a slight quiver in his voice betraying his nervousness. “So you got me in here just to give me some big teamwork speech?”
“No, boy, I got you in here to spank your ass good and proper,” Tane said, stepping toward Jacob and towering over him. “I’ll tolerate locker room sass up to a point. But you took things way too far. Now tell me your safeword.”
“You can’t do this,” Jacob stammered, his cheeks flushing red. “You’re not my… you can’t… you can’t whoop me!”
“I can, and Iwill,” Tane replied. “Safeword, now.”
“But… I promise I won’t do it again,” Jacob said, a look of shock in his eyes. “My safeword isturtle. But… this is bullshit!”
“Turtle?” Tane said, his hands on his hips and his cock beginning to fire into life.
“Yes, sir,” Jacob said, unable to hold eye contact. “Is it going to be on my bare…?”
“It certainly is,” Tane said. “Follow me.”
With that, Tane marched Tane over toward the black bench next to the free weight rack. Tane could see that Jacob was nervous and excited too… Jacob’s tight running shorts left very little to the imagination.
“Ten spanks on each cheek. And you agree to this punishment?” Tane said, watching as Jacob covered the prominent bulge at the front of his shorts.
“Yes, I agree,” Jacob said, his voice suddenly far more subdued.
“Good, now lower your shorts and stand there with your hands on your head,” Tane growled.
Tane watched as Jacob removed his running shorts to reveal that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Jacob’s cock was hard and bounced skyward as soon as his shorts came down.
Tane continued to observe as Jacob duly put his hands on his head and waited for further instruction. Gone was the arrogant, totally full of himself young superstar. This was a different Jacob now. This was the submissive version of Jacob. And Tane very much liked what he saw.
“Enough, now turn around, bend over and grip either side of the weight bench,” Tane commanded, his voice full of total authority and confidence. “This is going to hurt. But it’s what you need. And remember, you do have your safeword to use, should you need it.”
“Y-y-y-yes, sir,” Jacob said, bending over and holding the sides of the bench as instructed.
Tane took a moment and ensured that Jacob was fully in position. He saw no harm in making Jacob wait a little longer, the anticipation of what was to come all part of the disciplinary process as far as Tane was concerned.
After waiting a few moments more, Tane raised his hand and line it up with Jacob’s perfectly peachy left buttock.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” Tane bellowed, bringing his hand down and landing an inch-perfect spank right in the center of Jacob’s tender cheek.
Jacob hollered out in pain – but Tane wasn’t about to give Jacob any respite. This was Jacob’s first spanking from Tane, and Tane was determined to ensure that Jacob realized what arealspanking was like.
One spank turned into two, and two quickly became three, then four, then five and six. As the spanking continued apace, Jacob was crying out in pain but Tane could see that the boy was more than capable of holding his own.
“Bratty boys get their butts warmed,” Tane roared, landing a double spank on each cheek to round the spanking off in style.
“Awwwwww!” Jacob squealed, hopping from foot to foot as he struggled to handle the burning sensation on his sore bottom. “It hurts! It hurts!”
Tane couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Jacob taking his medicine as best he could. But rather than watch on as the boy realized the outcome of his actions, Tane new that it was time to apply some much needed cooling cream to Jacob’s lit-up butt.
“Come with me, boy,” Tane said, offering his hand – and this time receiving Jacob’s hand in return. “I’m going to make sure that you’re looked after.”
Tane took Jacob over to the far corner of the gym space and lay Jacob across some extra-thick yoga mats. As tenderly as he could, Tane began to apply some specialist cooling cream over Jacob’s exposed cheeks.
“This is for the most serious muscle tears, so I think it’ll be more than good enough for your butt,” Tane said, a tenderness in his voice and in his actions too as he continued to ensure that each and every inch of Jacob’s round butt was covered.
“Thank you,” Jacob replied, turning his head to the side and looking up toward Tane. “And… I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being such a silly little brat.”
“I accept your apology,” Tane said. “And when I say that, you know that I mean it. We’ve got a good team culture here, and I think you can play a big part in it. You’re a good boy, I know you are.”
