Training Swimmers

by TRAINS BOYS <trainboys@aol.com>

I coach the boys swim team. I've been coaching and teaching math at a medium sized high school in upstate New York for ten years. I swam competitively through college and I still compete in local masters competitions. I'm 37, about 6' tall, 155 lbs. and lean. I have hazel eyes and brown cropped hair (with a little gray) . My body is moderately hairy unless I'm shaved for a meet. I have a 7.5 _c_o_c_k_ with a fat head, and medium balls. I'm a top, and I like young bottoms. I train swimmers and I train ass. Usually at the same time.

My team is The Blue Raiders. We've been a local and state powerhouse for the last six years. I have 43 boys on my team aged 13-18. My team staff includes two assistant coaches (both ex students and ex team captains) a diving coach, a team manager, as well as volunteers, and meet officials.

Most of the boys on my team have been swimming since they were 8-10. Their bodies are lean and muscular, and they like to show it. You can tell how much a boy likes to show off by how small he wears his suit; How much smooth skin he wants to expose. My swimmers are in the 24-30 waist sizes. They have a choice of a regular Speedo or a skimpier Hind suit. The Hind suits tend to ride high in the rear, sometimes exposing the delicious curve of each ass cheek . They also have a seam that runs up the crack of the ass. Bigger boys with a bigger package to wrap favor the Speedos . The leaner boys like the Hind suits and even some of the bigger guys wear them in competition. Most of the boys have two or three practice suits and a team suit for meets.

The first time a freshman swims in my pool I have a good idea how tight his body is, _c_o_c_k_ size, how well his balls fill out the pouch, a really good idea about his ass, how deep it is, how smooth his legs are.

Every year there are new beauties. At least four or five to add to the 15 really beautiful boys I already have. My team is popular and team sports are mandatory in our school. Of the beauties there are always ones in need of special training or discipline.

Corporal punishment is still policy at our school. All punishments are carried out by a student's coach. We double as 'guidance counselors'. We are expected to keep our boys in line. Misbehavior, low grades, and tardiness are reported to a student's coach by teachers and assistant principals. While some coaches punish their boys with extra calestentics or running, most prefer spankings. On my team spankings are also given for being late for practice, low performance, laziness and any other _f_u_c_k_ing around. Missing practice or a meet is a bad idea unless you have a good excuse. And lying is the worst thing you could do, because I will get the truth out of you.

During the first week on my team a boy can expect to have a private meeting with me to discuss team rules. I include a free sample of the kind of punishment I deal out. For a few boys it is enough to keep them in line. But most end up across my desk or over my lap many times before they graduate.

I have a private office in the swimming pool complex. I keep team trophies, photos, newspaper clippings, and training gear like floats and kickboards stored there. There is a small metal desk that I bought from an old hospital. It's sturdy, stainless steel, and the perfect length and height to bend a boy over. If a student comes to my office for a meeting and sees an empty desktop he knows he's in for a session. There are three locking drawers that hide my other 'training' gear. The only other furniture in the room besides my spanking table are two heavy straight back wood chairs. There is a small enclosed shower in the corner.

Practices are at 6am and after school unless there is a meet. I usually have time for two quick spanking sessions after AM practice and two short and one long session in the afternoon. A short session lasts about ten minutes. A few minutes to discuss the problem and it's consequences. And then a thorough spanking. A standard spanking consists of swats with a wood ruler on a student's wet bikini-clad ass. Longer sessions are for boys who need more detailed attention.

The first session I have with a swimmer's ass is an indication of how turned on they are by spanking. All the boys joining the team are scared by stories the older students tell them about my "orientation meeting". By the first week every new boy has been sent to the showers with a freshly paddled ass. I save the hottest cutest freshmen for the end of the week by which time they've heard and seen plenty, and to know what to expect.

I spank five boys a day. There's usually a nice range in the menu. Sometimes a boy gets a double session- one AM and one after practice.

Morning sessions can be fun: a quick nasty scene that keeps a boy wound up all day. It's hot when I see them during the day still looking freshly punished and nervous about the possibility of another session.

After practice sessions are my favorite. By the end of a practice a boy's muscles are tender. Skin flushed. Exhausted, pliant, and usually horny. I swim the 500 m warm down with the team and then shower while one of the assistant coaches gathers the boys I'm going to work on They are left sitting, dripping wet, on a bench by the pool until I come out 10-15 minutes later . The anticipation is excruciating, especially for a new boy who has never been spanked before.

With 43 asses to spank it's no surprise that there are boys who get turned on. Spanking has always been used as a way to strip, spread and train a boy's ass. Often, the first time a boy is aroused by ass play is during a bare ass spanking. Sometimes they cream. And a few turn into very willing bottoms

My last (and longest) appointment of the day is often with one of my three bottoms-in-training. I've been working on these boy's asses since they joined the team. Two are 17 and one 18. The eighteen year old is the captain of the team: Phil Lamouraux. He helps train (and punish) some of the younger boys, as do my assistant coaches. When there are too many asses to discipline they always help out. Sometimes there are two or three boys being punished in my office at once. But mostly my sessions are private.

Today's after-practice was particularly hot.

First up was Mike Petsky. I don't get to punish him that often so it was nice to have some fresh meat. He is a senior, 18 and swims the 50 m free and the 400m relay with Phil the captain. He the type of handsome boy a Renaissance painter would paint. Dark hair, pretty eyes, and puffy lips. Still naturally hairless. About 6' 1" 165 lbs. totally ripped body. He has wide shoulders and a beautiful back that tapers down to a firm ass that his modest blue Speedo barely covers. The pouch of the suit is filled out nicely with big balls and a long _c_o_c_k_.

I looked at my clipboard "Mike Petsky please step into my office." He grabbed his bag and towel and followed me under the bleachers to the punishment room. I knew he was straight so I played it straight. It was an all-business session. I pulled the 12" spanking ruler out of the top drawer soon as he stepped into my office. "Strip down to your suit." Mike was wearing a pair of sweat pants and a T-Shirt. The shirt came up, revealing his tight six pack, and over his head. He placed it over the back of the chair. Then he pulled the string of the sweats and they dropped. While he was bending over to step out of the sweats I noticed that he was wearing two Speedos. Swimmers wear two suits during training to increase drag and resistance, making a workout tougher. Without me asking he pulled the cord on the outside suit and peeled it over his soon to be paddled ass cheeks. "Bend over the edge of the desk."

As he lay over the desk his back muscles flexed beautifully. "Grab the legs of the desk." This stretched him out real nice. "Legs apart, feet on either side of the desk." The desk is 22' wide so this stretched his legs and spread his ass. His suit hiked up, exposing a little assflesh . His cheeks squeezed and then relaxed in anticipation. I made him stick his ass up even more, a little final positioning before the spanking, this gave me a better view of his balls and crammed the Speedo up his deep crack . Then he got his first set. About twenty medium hard strokes evenly up and down each asscheek. The swats were about one to two seconds apart. Mike's plump juicy ass was bouncing nicely. His crotch smelled of chlorine and raunchy horny teen sweat. The combination of a wet nylon bikini and the sweat pouring down his back and ass made each crack of the ruler snap and echo. Thin nylon or lycra suits magnify sound and sensation when wet . You can see a kid's _c_o_c_k_ and balls really well in a bikini, it's easy to tell if a boy is getting turned on. Mike wasn't, but it didn't stop me from appreciating his ass. A nice piece of young trade.

I could hear him begin to pant, he had just about reached his threshold. I liked taking boys right to the edge. He's used to enduring pain, that's part of being a fast short distance swimmer, but the burn was multiplied with every swat of the ruler. He was nicely tenderized so I ended his first set with a rapid series of swats to the exposed assflesh at the bottom of each cheek. He winced and groaned, his ass clenched tight. It would have been so hot to have been inside him, his asshole tightening as the threshold of pain and pleasure was arrived at.

I made him hold his position. I had a few minutes to check him out, make him sweat. The punished parts of his lower cheeks peeked out of the leg openings of the Speedo. He would have to face the embarrassment of a red ass in the showers, and even if he didn't change out of his suit and shower, it would show that his ass had gotten paddled.

While still stretched out on the spanking table I lectured Mike on why he was being punished. He had been caught skipping class. Mike was enjoying a 'senior Friday' at the Mall when he had the misfortune of running into one of my assistants. After a three minute sermon it was time for a second set.

I repositioned his ass and started a series of fast light swats vertically across each cheek and into his asscrack. Even though I was paddling him lightly, almost gently, an even burn was spreading across his bottom. He was at his pain threshold almost instantly. I had him squirming. I was totally hard in my sweatpants. I finished with twenty strokes right between his cheeks. He was so tight I couldn't paddle the deepest parts of his crack or his anus unless I pulled his asscheeks apart. I controlled myself, knowing that more spreadable and willing boys were next.

When I stopped the silence was deafening. Because of the acoustics of the pool, the sound of a boy being punished echoes down the hall. Now only Mike's quiet sobs and panting could be heard. He went limp. Sweat was dripping down his legs and off his balls. He was totally raunchy. "OK were finished. Send the new boy in."

Mike collected himself and left my office wearing just his T-shirt and Speedos. I enjoyed the view of royal blue nylon stretched over his bright red assflesh. Even soft cotton sweat pants would be too painful on his bottom. He left his second suit on the floor of my office. It was worn thin, especially the crotch. I picked it up, relishing the musky scent, and put it into a drawer.

The knock on my door was my next piece of ass to punish. (CONT.)


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