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This is a fictional that story involves spanking and young ladies. If that
offends you or you are under eighteen please do not read.
This is # 7 in the Screaming Eagles series.
This part is told by Coach Strickland. (And I suggest you ladies pay
attention, you know who I’m talking about)
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SCREAMING EAGLES-----THE NEXT SEASON VII
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I reflected on the spankings I had given Debbie, Kelli and Pattie. It seemed
I was on a course to be dispensing corporal justice all over the county to
young ladies. My gray matter wandered to the absurd. I wondered if I would
need a business license soon. My mind wildly flashed to a scene at the
county clerk’s office as I applied for the business permit. “And what
category of business is that sir?” I imagined one of the clerks asking
politely. What would I say to that? “Uh, ma’am I’m in the correction
business.” And hope she thought I said Construction business. In my madness
the clerk asked another question. “Sir, here under company assets you have
listed three paddles and strong right hand. I’m not sure I understand that
entry, sir. What kind of business did you say that was?” I cleared my mind of
such thoughts and returned to grading some papers.
Last season had been fun and exceeded all of my expectations. I was even able
to suffer with a smile Principal Montroy’s comments about how she built the
team and turned it over to me as if success was assured.
The girls had responded well to my disciplinary methods and we had
established a special bond of friendship. They sought my advice and
counseling long after the season was over. I resumed being just another one
of the teachers and was flattered when I received a few feelers from some
colleges about possible coaching positions. They soon dried up and I forgot
about them. Still I reflected to my self it would be fun to Coach at the
college level.
I reviewed the list of girls that had signed up to try out for the team this
year. I felt myself give a deep sigh. Thirty two girls names were scribbled
on the list. Far more girls than I could take, wanted to be part of the team
and the perceived glory that was part of last year’s season.
I wasn’t sure how much the new girls knew of my disciplinary approach and
what they were getting themselves into.
Thirty two shinning faces were looking up at me with a mixture of eagerness
and apprehension. Five of the girls were returning from last season. The rest
were all new to what was going to happen. As instructed they were in their
regular gym uniforms, the first thing I was going to do was reduce the pack
by a few by running their fannies for a while around the track.
“Ladies.” I said to the group. “We’re going to start off with some light
running this afternoon and then see where we go from there. If at any point
you wish to change your mind about being part of the team you are free to
leave. All you have to do is walk off the floor, but once you do that’s it.
You can’t come back this season. Now let’s get started with some running,
shall we?”
Thirty minutes later we were down to 28 girls. I then told the group about
the practice for this Saturday and three more girls re-evaluated their
priorities and found Basketball wanting. Two more practices and we had our
team. The thick play book and maneuvers that had to be memorized convinced
the last two that it wasn’t going to be as much fun as it had sounded at
first.
I looked over the roster and my notes on the girls. This was the team that
was going to see if it could get to the State Championship. In Three short
months we would know. There was a lot of work to do and not much time to do
it.
------GIRLS RETURNING FROM LAST YEAR-----
Debbie Wilson Co-Captain 5’ 5” Forward 4.0 Student Always
hustles on the court. Good sense of humor.
Popular. Still Spanked at home. Respected as team leader.
Pattie Dixon 5’ 4” Forward Dark hair, bright smile, Flashing
green eyes, slender build, awkward. gives best effort.
Only child, being raised by Mother (Becky). Sometimes troublesome at home. Spanked
at home.
Kelli Anderson 5’ 5” Forward Bright blond bleached hair, average
build, full bottom some discipline problems in school 2.6 Student.
Capable of better. Paddled twice by principle last year
Jennifer Phelps 5’ 3” Forward and Guard Blond hair Blue eyes
Classic cute blond cheerleader type. Mildly stuck-up. Never been
spanked at home. First spanking of her life last year from the Coach.
Dad on overseas assignment (Ed) Mother (Cyndi)
Tina Smith 5’ 3” Guard 3.8 Student Excellent basketball senses
Hard worker on and off court. Eager to please.
Very sweet genuinepersonality.
--------NEW TEAM MEMBERS------
Sarah Riddle 5’ 5” 3.6 Student Nice kid, good effort. tireless runner
soft Southern accent. Follower type.
Tilly Stuart 5’ 2” Sense of humor, likes practical jokes
Only girl in a family of older five boys as a
result a bit of a tomboy. Good attitude, good hustle
Dana Smith 5’ 3” 3.6 Student non athletic gives best effort
Never cries when spanked.
Adrian Fulton 5’ 4” Paddled three times by Principle last year. Gets
into minor trouble on a frequent basis. often pushes the limits.
Jill Riggens 5’ 3” Spanked at home, bit shy, cries easily. Slender
build. Very light complexion.
Elizabeth Long 5’ 6” 3.0 Student, popular in school, Dark Brown eyes
long wavy light brown hair.
Stacie Hanson 5’ 4” Spanked at home Blue eyes Temper. sometimes
smart mouth.
Anna Jones 5’ 3” 3.7 Student Editor of School paper. Almost
never gets in trouble.
It was a small team I mused to myself. We had lost our center from last year
and now our tallest girl was five foot six and couldn’t jump worth a damn. On
the positive side they were quick, and slim and could run like lightening.
There wasn’t an ounce of fat on these girls having been raised for the most
part on farms they had worked and had chores since they were old enough to do
simple assignments. They weren’t afraid of breaking a sweat. And they could
run, better and longer than any girls team I had coached before. They also
seemed to have heart and a desire to win. Which was a good thing as the only
way we were going to win was to be faster and better prepared that the other
teams.
One advantage we did have and would need desperately, for the most part they
were smart and quick to learn. To win this year we would need good plays that
took time to learn and girls who could think quickly in crunch time and not
panic. We wouldn’t be a rebounding powerhouse that was for sure.
As I was looking the roster over and going through my play book and deciding
which plays would work best for the team and their strengths and throwing
into the trash the plays that called for a center. I heard a knock on my
door.
“Yes” I called out and in came Lori Nelson, the sports reporter from the
local Gazette.
“Hi, Lori, what’s up too early for the press we haven’t even had our first
real practice yet.” I said pleasantly.
“No, articles, not today anyway, I need a favor.” She replied sitting down
across from me. “Sure what can I do for the Gazette ace reporter?” I asked
with a friendly smile.
“I want to be on the practice squad again. This year I want to be with the
team from start to finish.” I was set to list the reasons this wasn’t
possible when she began talking. “I know it’s a bit of a conflict with my
reporting but just think what a story it can be and the girls like having me
there. Also over the summer I took a course on coaching basket ball at the
University, I can help with the team. Please it’s really important to me.”
I thought over carefully what she was suggesting. She opened her mouth to
speak and I waved to her to wait as I leaned back in my chair to contemplate
what she was suggesting. I considered the question for almost three minutes
while she sat across from me with a pleading look. It was true that the girls
did like having her around, it was like having a big sister and she was
always available to talk to them about things that couldn’t discuss with me.
Her acceptance last year of taking the same punishments as the rest of the
team had bought her a lot of credibility. To add to the mix was the fact she
had driven 45 miles one way every day for almost six weeks to take the
coaching course suggested she was serious. I sure could use some assistance
from time to time.
I opened my brief case and slid a permission slip over to her to sign, as my
answer. She smiled, signed it and handed it back. “Lori, you remember what
you said last year that if you had joined the team at the beginning of the
season that I would have wore you out with the paddle.” She smiled at the
memory. “I remember Coach, I know what I’m getting myself into. I fully
expect to get a number of paddlings this year, I’m a big girl. I’ll take my
chances along with the others.”
“Lori, I want you to understand, it’s more than just that now. If I make you
an assistant Coach you’ll have additional responsibilities and that means
I’ll hold you accountable, do you understand what I’m saying?” She blushed
and cleared away any possibility of misunderstanding. “Coach Strickland I
understand and accept that I have given you the authority and right to spank
me at any time in any manner you see fit for any reason you deem appropriate,
does that about cover it?” It did. So I added one more name to the practice
squad, and we had a new assistant coach.
Lori Nelson ---Reporter 26 years old
Cute face full breasts small cluster of freckles
firm breasts, long blond hair.
The next day it was time to select another Co-captain to serve along with
Debbie. It was always my preference to have a senior and a Junior as captains
at any time, this ensured that I would always have an experienced Co-captain
as each new year opened. By custom a large part of Debbie’s responsibility
would be to train the new girl to be prepared to help guide the team next
year when Debbie was gone. Selecting the Co-captain would be a choice made by
Debbie and myself.
I had three names on a list and Debbie had three names on her list. I placed
mine on the desk and smiled as Debbie looked eagerly to see what names I had
written down. We both knew that to a large extent Debbie would defer to my
wishes after having had her say in the matter. Also of concern to her was her
responsibility to see the girl learned the responsibilities of her new
position as Co-captain. If she made a serious error or wasn’t trained well
enough Debbie knew full well she could be getting a paddling right along with
the new girl. The responsibilities were great and carried rewards as well as
risk. Thus the selection process was very important to Debbie.
The names on my sheet were: Sarah Riddle, Stacie Hanson, and Tilly Stuart.
“Why them?” Debbie asked. I gave her question some thought, my choices
were made mostly on instinct and guesswork based on a number of years around
girl basketball players. “Sarah, because she gives a good effort, never
tires out and I think she may be about ready to break out of her follower
mold. Stacie, because I like her temper, she won’t quit easy and even though
she’s a bit quick with her mouth she has a good sense of when to use it,
might be helpful in motivating the other girls. Tilly, I selected her because
I think she’s kind of a rough and tumble kid who won’t get shaken up the
first time she gets knocked to the floor.”
“Let’s see your list.” I smiled as it was turned over. One name matched my
list and by virtue of that fact, Tilly Stuart the smallest girl on the team
was going to be the Co-captain.
Five minutes later a concerned looking Tilly was standing before us. Tilly
hadn’t been on the team for long but she knew getting called into my office
was rarely a good thing. I glanced at Debbie who had a poker face on that
would have done a river boat gambler proud. Tilly noticed this and figured no
good was going to come of this meeting. Her tongue darted out nervously and
went her dry lips. She fidgeted a bit and then spoke on a soft insecure
voice. “Yes sir, you wanted to see me?”
“Tilly, there is a position of great honor and responsibility that we award
every year at this time. The position of Co-captain for the team carries
great responsibilities. It calls for a leader and someone who will take
responsibility for themselves and the team.” I watched as Tilly’s face
turned from clouded concern to a neutral expression and then slowly as the
disbelief fell away and she realized I was talking about her, joy spread
across her face like a wildfire.
“One last thing Tilly, before you leave.” I said. “By custom on my teams
Debbie is partly responsible for you and your training. Next year you will
help me run the team as she will this year. But until we win the first game
of the season she has my authority to take corrective action as she sees fit
in any matter relating to you and the team. Do you understand?” I asked her.
She gave me a puzzled look as if maybe I had been too vague so I rephrased
it. “Tilly until we win the first game as part of your training to be a new
Co-captain Debbie has my permission and your acceptance by virtue of the fact
you’re taking the position, to spank you if she believes it helpful to the
team effort. Sort of a Co-captain initiation you might say. Do you accept
this condition and the role of Co-captain?” She nodded her understanding and
acceptance, her bright ear to ear smile returned.
The next afternoon I held our first team meeting of the new season. I
introduced Tilly as the new Co-captain and Lori as a practice squad member
and part time assistant Coach. Both were well received.
“Girls.” I began my opening. “You have heard many rumors about what happens
during our practices. You have each taken home a permission slip and you and
your parents have signed it. That permission slip gives me the right to
administer any type of spanking any time I see fit for almost any reason.
Does any one have any questions or objections to that?” Silence, as all
bright eyes were hanging on my every word.
“You will have a players only meeting after this meeting to decide if you
want to have a policy of what happens here stays here. That will be your
choice.”
I looked at Debbie who nodded her understanding that it was up to her to run
the meeting and inform me of the outcome. I continued. “I have decided to
discard the two wood paddles I have and ‘Stinger’ will remain in the school
display case having earned his rest after a long season during which he
performed every task assigned with honor.” I waited while the giggles died
down from the Seniors.
I opened a paper bag and announced. “I have however selected a new assistant
for the season.” I pulled out a black Leather paddle that had a nice handle,
the business end was shaped like a ping pong paddle but larger. A gasp went
up from the room as they realized what it was for. I handed it to Debbie.
“Please pass it around the room, girls this will be the only time you get to
touch it, the next time it will be touching you.” I took a few minutes, as
it was passed from one nervous hand to another. Some of the girls barely held
it passing it quickly to the next girl while others took the handle and made
a short movement with it as if they were trying it out.
I got to the next point. “You have no doubt heard that I don’t always spank
through clothing, this is true and you should expect to receive numerous bare
bottom paddlings during the course of the year, at first it will be
embarrassing, but you will get used to it, just ask the Seniors.” Another
twitter of giggling. “you have chosen to be part of a team that wants to
claim the State Championship for the school and Frost Prairie. It won’t be
easy and everyone will have to be committed to this goal. With dedication and
your best effort we have a shot at making it happen.”
I’m going to take a few minutes and you’ll have your first player’s only
meeting. You can ask Debbie any questions you might have, after that we’ll
get a tradition out of the way as each of you will get your first paddling.
Then we’ll get your sore fannies out on the court and start going through
some drills.” As I turned and walked out the door I noticed some mouths fall
open with surprise at this announcement and stunned looks.
“Come on, Lori, this is a players only meeting.” I told my new assistant who
got up and followed me out. We waited in the gym setting up the drills while
the meeting took place. “Lori, when I paddle the girls I’m going to include
you too.” I told her. “Yes sir.” She responded.
Fifteen minutes later Debbie came out. “We’ve decided to keep the same policy
as last year, we figure what goes on here is no one else’s bee’s wax.” I
nodded. “Is everyone ready for their paddling?” I asked. Debbie smiled and
said. “See for your self.” The three of us entered the locker room and there
before me were all the girls of the team, they were about two feet apart and
had their backs to us. To a girl their shorts and panties were at their knees
or ankles. When we entered they all together bent over and placed their hands
on their knees. Debbie quickly took her place at one end and slid her shorts
down and bent over.
I looked the scene over and knew I was witnessing the first decision as a
team and their signal to me of their commitment. Lori knew what was expected
and went to Debbie’s side and was soon as bare bottom as the others.
I picked up the leather paddle and looked over the fourteen bare Female
bottoms before me. “Truly a Coach’s work is never done.” I thought to myself.
I moved to the right of the first girl Tina Smith and placed my hand on her
back, I felt her give a small shudder, Tina had been on last years team and
knew very well what was coming. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK Her fanny was red
after only four swats. Her fingers were gripping her knees tightly as she
strained to maintain her position. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. “Run laps Tina.” I
ordered. She puled up her shorts and was off.
Pattie Dixon was next. I wondered what she had done at home now as I looked
at the tell tale fading red signs of a recent spanking. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,
SMACK, Her dark hair waved back and forth with each swat. SMACK, SMACK,
SMACK. And she was released to run laps with tears filling her crystal green
eyes.
Adrian Fulton was next, as one of the newer girls she was nervous and had
trouble staying in position as I approached her. I placed my hand on her back
just below her shirt which had risen up slightly. WHAP, SMACK, WHAP, SMACK,
She didn’t move even a little, but then I supposed that a girl that had been
[addled by the principal three times last year should be able to maintain
through this paddling. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
I went down the line administering sound but not harsh paddlings to each of
the girls until there were only three left. Lori and my two Co-captains.
Lori was next, I smacked the paddle down a bit harder on her fanny, reasoning
she was older and should be able to take a bit more. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,
SMACK, Her hair fell to one side as she wiggled her fanny, tightening it and
then releasing the tension. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Satisfied that she had
gotten her fair share she was allowed to scoot off to join the others. I
watched her struggle to the door trying to pull up her shorts over her red
bottom as she went. Her shorts finally made it up as she exited.
I made Debbie and Tilly scoot together until they were side by side with
their sides against each other. “Girls this is how closely I expect you two
to work together, side by side. With them that close together I began the
paddling. I rotated the swats in an uneven manner so that neither girl could
tell when they would ‘catch’ it or if it was going to be the other one. I
meant this as much as possible to be a shared experience that would be a
common bond that only they had.
Tilly was to the left, her slim bottom and slender legs were a close match to
Debbie’s who was only slightly heavier due to an extra year of maturity. Both
had white fannies and smooth unblemished skin.
I smacked the paddle down on Tilly first, she started to rise up from the
heat of the swat but quickly caught herself. The next swat was also on Tilly
and she gave a soft yelp. I then moved the paddle slightly in my hand and
delivered three stingers to Debbie. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. This had the
desired effect catching her by surprise, she had expected Till to get all her
swats first. “OOOPpps” She squealed in surprise. SPLAT, SPLAT Two more
spanks to Tilly. Both girls bottoms were red and I meant to make them
redder. I pulled the paddle back a gave three swats to Debbie and three to
Tilly as quickly as I could and there were delivered as crisply as any I have
given.
SWAT, SPLAT, SWAT Tilly remained bent over, her legs were quivering with
the impact I heard her sniffling and she gave out some yelps each time the
paddle landed. Debbie stiffened sensing that the next ones were for her.
SPLAT, SWAT, SPANK, Then I gave Debbie two more once again catching her off
guard. SPLAT, SWAT. The leather paddle almost made an exploding sound in
the near empty locker room when the swats landed squarely on their fannies
and the sound bounced off of the bare walls. With a quick irregular flurry I
evened out the spanks and stood back to view my handiwork. I saw two well
spanked female bottoms that gave evidence of my efforts. “Stand up girls, and
turn around.” They did as they were ordered. Both had tears streaming down
their faces. “You have been spanked together, now I expect you to share the
duties of being Co captains together. Pull up your shorts and join the
others. With that they drew up their shorts and scampered from the room.
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To be continued.............................