This was the first spanking story I ever wrote. It was posted on alt.sex.spanking on December 16, 1994 during my sophomore year of college, shortly after I delurked on the newsgroup. At the time, I actually was an assistant football coach at my high school, which is what led to my eventual nickname of Coach Chris on a.s.s. (I only coached that year and the following year).
The story isn’t based on any particular facts or specific people, but in my mind, its set at my high school, which was not a Catholic school but was a private co-ed school. I believe I came up with this fantasy during a lackluster game that year, considering the possibilities of a bratty cheerleader getting herself in trouble. However, as I mentioned in my original intro on a.s.s., my team won the league championship that year.
There’s one last thing I should point out. This story was written well before I ever played for the first time in real life (aside from one brief single-swat experience in high school), so the spanking part was purely from fantasy and if any of it seems unrealistic to you, chalk it up to inexperience.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
A Spanking at St. Catherine’s
“Touchdown Harrison. The score is now Harrison 29, St. Catherine’s 25, with 13 seconds remaining.”
Dave Grant watched as the Harrison running-back accepted the adulation of his team mates and the cheer of the crowd. The 27 year old St. Catherine’s coach thought, “Well, there goes our chance for a league championship. Again.” 13 seconds wasn’t enough time to score another TD, short of a miracle. And when Johnnie Daniels fumbled the ball on the kickoff return, right into the hands of a Harrison defender, the whole team knew that the William H. Harrison Patriots would be the league champs.
As the quarter buzzer sounded and the Harrison fans began to cheer in earnest, the dejected St. Catherine’s Tigers jogged off the field to the team room for the traditional post-game talk.
Later, as he leaned against the gym, Dave thought back to the game. The guys had played a heck of a game. Harrison was the number one school in the area, and their running back was reportedly being recruited by USC, Notre Dame, and Michigan. But it still hurt to lose, especially such a key game.
Nearly everybody had left the school. The Harrison bus was just pulling away across the street. The other coaches had already retired up the street to The Cue Ball, the local bar, where they were drowning their sorrows of another season without a championship. A couple of players walked past Dave with remarks of “See you Monday, Coach.” Dave patted them on the shoulders and mouthed the usual “Good game, fellows.”.
A couple of minutes later, as he was getting ready to go up the street and join the other coaches for a brew, Dave heard voices from around the corner of the gym.
“I don’t know why we even cheer for those guys. I mean, this is the fourth year in a row that they’ve lost to Harrison.” Dave recognized the voice as belonging to Danielle Roberts, a senior, captain of the cheerleading team, and one of the girls in his 6th period gym class. Danielle, along with several other students, was also one of Dave’s mentor group. Every teacher at St. Catherine’s had a group of students whom they “mentored”. Danielle and Dave had always had a good relationship, mainly because Danielle’s older brother, William, had been a classmate of Dave’s.
“C’mon Danielle. They put a lot of time into football. Its important to them. The least we can do is support them. And Harrison’s a tough team”, said Melody Rodriguez, one of the other cheerleaders.
“Mel, be serious. They aren’t that good. I bet we could have won if the guys had really wanted to. Or if the coaches had wanted to. Maybe we should hire Harrison’s coaches. I mean, look at all the bonehead plays they called. And all the dumb things the guys did. Like Johnnie. What a dumb move, dropping that ba… Oh, uh, hi Johnnie.”
Dave had been stepping around the corner to say something to Danielle, and saw Johnnie Daniels coming out of the locker room just as Danielle put her foot in her mouth. Danielle glanced at Johnnie, Dave, and her friends with a worried look on her face, and then hung her head shamefully. Johnnie, who was obviously upset about the game, tried to maintain some composure as he walked past the cheerleaders, but the hurt expression on his face was obvious to all. As he walked past Dave with a mumbled “Later Coach.”, Dave turned and put his arm around Johnnie’s shoulder. “Hey Johnnie, don’t be too hard on yourself. Aside from that fumble, you had a great game. You can’t be perfect every day. Go home and get some rest.” Johnnie said, “OK, Coach.”, and resumed walking.
Dave then turned and walked towards the group of cheerleaders. “Melody, Tonya, would you please leave. I’d like to have a word with Danielle.”
“OK, Mr. Grant.”, said Tonya.
“See you girls Monday.” After the other girls had left, Dave turned to Danielle.
“Danielle! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! That was extremely callous and unprovoked. What the heck (Dave wanted to use a harsher word, but this was a parochial school) were you thinking?”
“Uh, Dave (Dave let his mentor group call him by his first name), I mean, I, uh, wouldn’t have said anything if I had known he was there. But its true! That was a dumb move.”
Dave stared icily at Danielle. “Miss Roberts, that attitude is completely unbecoming in a member of this team’s cheerleading squad. Johnnie did not deliberately fumble that ball. I think you owe Johnnie a major apology. In fact, I expect to have a written apology letter on my desk Monday morning. I will see you then.”
As Dave started to turn to leave, Danielle said “But, Dave, I thought you were coming over for dinner tomorrow night. Will’s going to be home, and he wanted to see you.”
“No, Miss Roberts, I won’t be coming over. Tell Will I’ll call him.”
“Dave. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get you so upset. I mean, what can I do to make it up?”
“Danielle, you were extremely rude and insensitive to a member of this team, to one of my players. And you insulted the coaches, including me. Did you think about that?” Dave asked. At that, Danielle blushed bright red and dropped her eyes to the ground, realizing that Dave had overheard her remark about the coaching staff.
“Dave, I’m really really sorry. I didn’t mean it. I, uh, I was acting stupid. I didn’t mean to insult you. You’re my friend.”
“You’re right you were. That was incredibly stupid. And no, Danielle, I’m not your friend. I’m your teacher.”
With that, Danielle started crying. “Please Dave, don’t be mad. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I acted like such a brat. Can’t you please forgive me. I know I was stupid. I just didn’t think. Please don’t be mad.”
Dave looked at the sobbing cheerleader standing in front of him. “Danielle, I don’t think I can forgive you right now. You’re right, you did act like a brat. I think you’d better go home now.”
“Please Dave. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I’m very very sorry.”
“What are you going to do Danielle. You can’t take back words you’ve already said. I think you’d better just think about what you’ve done, because I can’t think of any way for you to make this up, to me, or to Johnnie.”
“Well, uh, Dave, you, uh, you could punish me.”
Dave, who had been turning to leave, snapped his head back around at Danielle at this. “God,” he thought, “what does she mean by that?”
“Uh, Danielle, what was that?”
“Dave, you could, uh, you could sp-sp-spank me. Would that make things better?”
Dave’s head was swimming. Did this girl really just offer to let him spank her?
“Look, Danielle, I don’t know. I mean, you probably deserve a good spanking for what you said, but I don’t think it would be right for me to give it to you.”
“Please, Dave. I just want to make things OK. I was dumb, I was a brat. If a spanking from you will make things OK, then that’s what I want. I don’t want you to be mad at me. Please Dave.”
Danielle was crying again. Dave could see that she was desperately sorry.
“OK, Danielle, come with me.”
Dave walked into the coaches offices next to the gym. He glanced around to make sure no one else was in the building, but everybody had already left the school. Danielle came in, shutting the door behind her.
“Danielle, are you absolutely sure this is what you want?”
No, Dave, I don’t want a spanking. But if that’s what it takes to make you forgive me, then its OK with me.”
“OK, Danielle, but this isn’t a game. I’m going to spank you, and I’m going to spank you hard. And it will be over when I say its over. Understood?”
“Ye-Yes, Dave, uh, Mr. Grant.”
“OK, Danielle, take your panties off.” Danielle reached up under her short cheerleading uniform and slid the uniform panties down. Dave pulled his desk chair out from his desk and sat down. He opened the desk drawer and removed a wooden ruler, setting it on his desk. Danielle’s eyes widened at seeing the ruler, and she let out a small gasp. Dave turned the chair and pushed away from the desk.
“OK, Danielle. Lay across my lap.” Danielle said “Yes, Mr. Grant.” and knelt next to the chair, bending across Dave’s lap. After she had pulled herself into positing, Dave reached down and flipped up her short skirt, exposing her firm ass. Dave had caught a glimpse or two of her tight, panty-clad butt a few times during her practices. He always felt guilty looking at a student that way, but he had to admit that it was rather nice. But this was neither the time nor place for that.
Dave raised his arm, and brought his palm down hard on Danielle’s upturned cheeks, right across both of them. He felt her ass bounce slightly under the impact, and Danielle let out a small breath. Dave brought his hand down again, this time connecting with Danielle’s right cheek, then again on her left. He continued in this fashion, alternating between right, left and both, and moving up and down her ass, from the top down to where her cheeks met her thighs.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK.
Dave brought his hand down again and again across the naughty cheerleader’s bottom. Danielle was beginning to mutter “Owww.” and “Ohhh.” with each slap, and she was beginning to squirm as well. After about 10 minutes of this, her ass was bright red.
“All right, Danielle. You can get up, but we’re not done yet.” As she got to her feet shakily, Dave turned the chair and picked up the ruler. Again, Danielle’s eyes widened.
“Please, Dave, don’t spank me with that ruler. You can keep spanking me, but don’t use that.”
“No Danielle, you will be spanked with the ruler. No arguments. Now, go over to the wall. Lean forward, place your hands against it, and spread your legs. After Danielle had complied and was in position, Dave stood and walked over to her.
Danielle, I want you to tell me how many times you should be spanked with the ruler. And I want you to be honest. Think about how you hurt Johnnie, and how you insulted me.”
After a moment of silence, Danielle meekly said, “20 times, Mr. Grant. I was very bad to both Johnnie and you.”
“OK, Danielle. Let’s get this over with.” Dave raised her skirt, again exposing her now reddened ass and stepped to Danielle’s side, bringing the heavy wooden ruler back.
Dave brought the ruler across Danielle’s bottom again and again. By the fifteenth stroke, Danielle was sobbing. As Dave brought the ruler down the final time, Danielle was fully crying, both from the pain and from her guilt. Dave took her by the shoulders and stood her up. Danielle threw her arms around Dave and said “I’m so sorry. I was awful. I never should have said those things I did. Do you forgive me?”
“Yes, Danielle, I think we can put this, uh, behind us now. But, I still expect that apology to Johnnie. OK?”
“OK, Dave.”, said Danielle.
“Uh, Danielle, just one question. How long has it been since your were last spanked?”
Danielle looked at Dave and said, “I’d never been spanked before, Dave. That was the first time.”