I went to a small town high school where sports were religion and everyone expected the athletes to represent our town well. Our school also still used corporal punishment, but it was pretty rare by the time we got to high school. My junior year, our girls basketball team played our rival school and had been getting bad calls the entire game, which really upset one of our star players (we’ll call her Becca). I remember that she was a tall, slim girl with sandy brown hair, big ears, and great calves. Becca was benched earlier in the game for angrily questioning a call from the ref (a respected member of our community) and when our coach (a late 30s, early 40s mother of two, who’s married to another coach) put her back in the game, she got into a fight, used profanity, got a technical foul, and was ejected. Our town admires athletes with heart, but our home crowd actually booed her behavior, shaming our team.
After the game, everyone usually went to our local burger shack. I got there and realized I left my wallet in my gym locker and ran back to school before the janitor locked up. The school was still open and I heard a noise in the coaches office, which adjoined the boys and girls locker room. I peeped in and saw Becca’s exposed bottom getting privately paddled by her coach. She was bending over, gripping a short bench as coach, rested her non-paddling hand on Becca’s lower back, and lectured her about the shame and embarrassment she brought to our school and town with her “little display of attitude on the court”. In between sentences, coach would give her a lick of the paddle and wait a moment, as if inspecting her handiwork to see if she was achieving the desired redness on her “ass canvass”. Becca was still dressed in her jersey, but her shorts were around her black-sock, high top Nike-clad ankles, and her sweaty white panties hung right below her knees. Her bare lady parts and her honey-brown butthole were right in my line of sight as the wooden paddle heated her skinny, creamy-white cheeks. Her well defined long legs looked amazing in that taut position. I’ll never forget the sight. “Don’t you ever dare behave like that in my gym again…” Smack. “You understand, me?” Smack. “Behave like that and you won’t play for this school…” Smack. “I guarantee it…”Smack. “I don’t care how good you are, you hear me?”. Smack. “Shameful.” Smack. The smacks were tough, but Becca held her position, and only moved her hand continuously adjust her hair to back behind her ear.
Neither of them heard me or noticed me as I froze with rock hard arousal in the crack of the doorway behind them. Becca tried her best to grit and bear her punishment, but coach managed to produce her few silent tears and gasps via her enflamed bottom before Becca eventually broke and sobbed briefly. She even stopped trying to adjust her hair, which I know realize was just her way of trying to be defiant and maintain what little control she had in her situation. Once coach achieved her desired result, a few more licks were applied in silence for good measure before she told Becca to hit the showers and be at practice early to apologize her teammates. Once Becca stood up, it was odd to see how even though Becca was physically larger than her coach, she still had to submit her bottom to her for punishment. In our little society at that time, parents didn’t save their kids from consequences so it was unlikely that Becca would have any allies to save her from this correction. Becca rubbed her flaming buttcheeks as she hobbled out of the office to shower. She didn’t even bother pulling her panties back up. I assumed her ass was still too hot to the touch. I slipped out unnoticed and headed back to the burger shack, stopping behind the school to give myself a quick release while replaying in my head what I’d just witnessed, wondering if I should tell my friends.
After about an hour, Becca showed up at the Burger Shack, smiling as if nothing had ever happened. Her face held no evidence of her punishment, but I knew her roasted buttocks were probably still burning from coach’s well taught lesson. “Way to give em hell, Becca!”, our classmates cheered. Most of the students enjoyed the drama on the court. However the adults weren’t as thrilled to see her and let her know she had no right to speak to the refs as she did. I just kept thinking if only these people knew that she paid for actions and was hiding her red-as-jello ass cheeks under those bedazzled Levi’s. If only she knew that a random student had witnessed her bare anus and now had an accurate knowledge of where her shit came from. If only this entire situation could happen to me again in life. If only….
It’s been years, but it’s still a memory I revisit some nights to this day.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/pcw4ss/the_time_i_accidentally_peeped_on_a_coach