He dries me off tenderly, then sinks to the floor and takes my cock in his mouth.”Who the fuck are you?” I say, before I can stop myself.He looks up at me with those blue twinklers. “I’m your coach, Johnny. And if you tell anybody about this, I’ll have you thrown out of school.”“Oh.” I wanted to laugh but didn’t.“Do you understand me?” This new tone in his voice makes my cock jump.“Yes, Sir.”“Show me your room, Johnny.”I lead him to my unmade bed.“Your room’s a mess, Johnny. I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.” His voice is a gruff, thrilling whisper. “You’re naked, Johnny,” he growls, “That’s against regulations. Go get your jock strap.”I pull it out of the dresser drawer and slip it on.“You’re a pretty boy, Johnny. That’s going to get you into trouble. See what you do to me, Johnny?” He stands by the bed, stroking his big cock. “Get your ass over here.”“Yes, Sir.” He pushes me down onto the bed and hoists up my butt.“It’s lesson time, Johnny. You have to learn.” He whacks me across the ass, and I yelp. “Hurts, don’t it, son?” He whacks me again.“Yes, sir.”He spits on his palms, spits on my ass, and administers, resounding, stinging whacks to my
