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Never Skip Pre-season Training by Baddlad17
It was a hot and sticky night; the recent weather had been very warm, sunny and oppressive.
Regardless it was Thursday night and with only a few weeks to go before the start of the new season, I had ordered the lads to report for the first pre–season training session.
I am the new coach of a semi–professional footy team. I used to be a player myself, but as I am now over the hill so to speak, I no longer play. I was still physically fit though. Standing six foot three I had been a goalkeeper, a position which had allowed me to play until I reached forty. Suddenly the strain on my body started to become noticeable. It could take me days to recover from a match, so after some soul searching, I decided it was time to hang up my boots and gloves and become a coach.
That had been two years ago, my passion for the game has not diminished, I left my club unsure what to do, then after a few months I made the decision to do my coaching badges. Once I had completed my training I returned to my old club as an assistant, now I had attained a new position as coach/ manager of Brent United, a small, semi-professional club in the heart of the country.
There were some good players on the books and lots of ability. The previous coach had allowed the team to slip a little, results towards the end of last season had not been good. The chairman and the board heartily sick of the slide dismissed the previous guy. I had been brought in to Smarten the team up and get them back on track. The chairman made it clear he expected results and it did not matter how I got them as long as I did. His words
Any means necessary rang in my ears.
Despite being weeks yet till the start of the new season, I wanted the lads to be as physically fit as possible and to be prepared for the onslaught once we got underway. I had rung every player personally earlier in the week, introduced myself and requested their presence at the training ground at six-thirty where I would present myself to every member of the squad and get to know them. I also made it clear I intended to put them through an intense session so I could assess their ability.
I ticked off the names of the lads as they entered the changing room and was a little concerned to note two missing. Ryan Connor was the team’s centre forward and an excellent finisher. He had scored twenty eight goals last season and was a pivotal member of the squad. Also absent was Tony Wilkinson, a central defender who had played for the club for three years. I asked the others if they had any idea where either player was, but no one seemed to know, or if they did they were not saying.
Regardless, I went through my introduction, spelling out to the team what was expected and what I would demand from them. Commitment, dedication, a willingness to work, reliability and to work as part of a team. I wanted no prima donnas in this squad. I sent them out on the field and we started the session, pushing the missing lads to the back of my mind, for now.
After training the lads arrived back in the changing room, hot and sweaty from their exertions, they stripped off and hit the showers. I was soon amongst them soaping up and rinsing off. This surprised them as it was not something the previous coach had done. But as I pointed out to them, we were all blokes together and I had nothing to hide from them. I also made it clear I expected honesty and openness from them.
As we dried off Steve Anders the team captain came up to me,
Gaffer, I have just received a text from one of my mates. He is in The Bell tonight. I told him earlier that the team were training, so I would not be in the pub till much later. He said he was surprised to see Connor and Wilkinson having a beer in the garden. I am a bit pissed off with them, boss, and feel they have let the side down. Do you want to come with me and confront them?
Two of my best players had chosen to go to the pub rather than attend the first session of the season! I was more than pissed off with them, I was very angry. How dare they, I thought! I immediately thanked Steve for his offer and said I thought that would be a good idea, as I needed to speak to them as soon as possible.
I also pointed out to him that it was my intention to discipline them for missing training. Steve looked at me questioningly before informing me that punishing players for missing practice was something the previous coach had not bothered to do. Instead he had delegated it to the captain leaving him to give the lads concerned a bollocking. I could see that’s what had been going wrong and change was needed.
This was the reason I had been brought in, and before long the squad would learn a new era had begun. From now on things were going to be done my way or else! Wilkinson and Connor would be the first to discover the fate awaiting any player who screwed up on my watch. It would not be very pleasant but maybe it would get the message across that things were going to change, and quickly.
We drove the short distance to The Bell public house; on arriving Steve led me through to the back to confront the lads still sat in the beer garden, with two empty glasses in front of them and a third half full. Ryan and Tony stood up sheepishly as we approached, both a little apprehensive as they took in the angry expression on Steve’s face.
Don’t bother with any excuses. This is the new gaffer and he will be dealing with this. Over to you boss.
I looked from one to the other as I took a seat on the bench opposite them. Tony Wilkinson was almost twenty-four years old. He stood six foot two with a crop of dark hair. His strong manly face sported two day stubble. I could tell he was trim and well-toned. Beside him sat twenty-year-old Ryan, He stood around five feet eleven with very dark hair and eyes, his long lashes enhanced them, making him appear very attractive. He looked a cheeky chappie who could get into mischief easily. I sensed this was Wilkinson’s idea, but both lads were adults and Connor would have to take the consequences.
Right you two, I will make this clear, here and now. I don’t give a shit if you are the best centre forward and central defender in the league. When I call a training session I demand you turn up, on time and be ready changed, into your strips to start. That is non-negotiable; I will only accept excuses if you are ill and I expect a phone call at least an hour beforehand. It is certainly not acceptable to miss training and come to the pub, that is for sure. So I am giving you both an option. I cleared my throat and prepared to inform them of their options,
You will both present yourselves at the club tomorrow evening for a special training session. In attendance will be just the four of us that is providing Steve can attend?
The team captain nodded his assent.
Right then, six pm sharp and don’t be late. If either of you fail to turn up or refuse to do exactly as you are told then I will be more than happy to terminate your contracts. After the session is over you will both receive a penalty award for missing tonight’s training. What that penalty is and how bad it becomes will depend on your attitude tomorrow, and how much effort I think you have put into it. The choice is yours. So can I expect you tomorrow night or not?
What do you mean by a penalty? said Ryan who suddenly seemed to be concerned as to what was going to happen. I smiled at the lads before informing them that they would soon find out. They both reluctantly nodded their agreement at which point we left, informing them they had five minutes to drink up and get out of the bar or else.
As we left they began to swig down their ale, a little afraid of what might be in store for them. I had a feeling even the captain would be shocked at what I had in mind, but I had the backing of the club. The chairman had been clear: any means necessary.
My old gaffer at my first club had known how to keep order and how to discipline his players. I would be paying him a visit before going to the club tomorrow night. I had decided to take him up on his offer to let me have the tools of the trade. I reached round and gently rubbed my own arse as I thought back to those far-off days and those painful times in his little office. He had known how to deal with smart-arsed players. He had offered to show me how to use them and it was my intention to do so. These lads would smarten up sharp, or there would a lot of sore arses wandering around the changing room.
I left Bill Turner’s house with the tools just before five forty. He smiled and wished me luck as I packed them into my kit bag and headed off to the car. I could see him waving me off, a satisfied grin on his face. I entered the changing room just before six to find all three players waiting. I noted Connor and Wilkinson had changed ready to start, Steve had also put on his kit and was sat with the lads when I arrived.
I won’t keep you long lads. Steve take them out to the pitch and get them doing some warm up exercises. I want a strenuous session for these two, they need to burn off the calories from last night’s beer. I watched them head off before I went into the office and extracted two long slender canes. I ran my hand along the length of one feeling surprised how light it fell. My knob began to swell as I recalled the times this very rod had slashed across my own arse as a young player. Bill Turner was a hard taskmaster and he knew how to make a player perform. Placing the canes on the table I extracted the large rubber soled pump. How many times had that thing burned my backside in training? The smooth sole was very flexible, White fire the lads had called it. It certainly set your arse on fire, but it was no longer white, a kind of off grey colour and very old. How many arses had it burned over the years I did wonder?
It was over an hour later when we finally returned to the cool sanctuary of the changing room. Connor and Wilkinson were hot and sticky having sweated profusely doing punishment runs around the track, not to mention all the other exercises I had put them through. Steve Anders had joined them in some of the exercises, showing his commitment to me as captain.
Right lads that is the end of the session. You have now made up for missing last night’s training. However that is not the end of the matter. Years back when I was a player at my first club, the coach had a good way of dealing with any player who broke club rules, slacked or failed to attend training. He knew the best way to deal with athletic young men. Tell me lads, did either of your dads ever deal with you the ’old fashioned way‘?
I watched a look of bewilderment cross their faces for a moment before Tony Wilkinson suddenly realised what I meant.
By old fashioned, do you mean did he leather me when I was growing up?
Yes, that is what I mean. Did either of you ever get a taste of the slipper, belt or even the cane?
Ryan looked bemused while Tony’s face displayed the expression of someone who was remembering a painful memory. Ryan’s response as I expected was a resounding no, but Tony proceeded to tell me he had been walloped with a belt till he was sixteen. Steve also seemed a little bemused, unsure where the conversation was going. I decided at this point to go for jugular.
Well lads, the penalty award I said you would receive is along the lines that your dads would have given you. And if you had gone to school at the same time as I did, your PE teacher and possibly headmaster would have given you if you had played truant from your lessons. What you did last night is the same as playing truant. So what I propose is to deal with you in the same way as my old coach and yes my PE Master dealt with me when I failed to turn up for training.
What the fuck? You are not serious man, no way, no way, Said Ryan,
You have a clear choice lads. Either you take what you deserve or you can leave now, never to return. And Steve, as of now corporal punishment will become part of the disciplinary procedures at this club. It is my intention to give every player the choice of taking cp or leaving the club. I am sure most of the squad would rather have a short sharp shock than face the sack, but it will be their own decision.
I will give you lads five minutes to decide. At the end of those five minutes if you choose to take what is due I expect you to be standing outside my office. If you are not there I will assume you have chosen to leave and will proceed to deal with your dismissals for gross misconduct. Steve can you come along to the office as well? I want you to witness the punishments if they choose this route.
As I walked off, I overheard Ryan and Tony arguing. I could tell that Wilkinson was prepared to go through with it, Connor was less so.
Five minutes later I opened the office door and was surprised to find all three of them standing outside. I looked on and smiled as I took in the sight of three young men still dressed in their kits from the training field, two of them would very shortly be bending over and I was going to savour it. I asked Steve to come in and I sensed his shock as he noticed the canes and the old plimsoll on my desk. I picked up the slipper and tapped it in my hand.
From the next training session Steve I will be using this on any player who fails to pull his weight in training or during a match. For more serious infractions I shall use one of these.
I picked up a cane and slashed it through the air. Steve jumped in shock. I could tell though that the guy was a little excited at what was about to happen. Something that was obvious by the bulge at the front of his shorts.
I shouted for the lads to come in and smiled as they appeared hands behind their backs, heads down in a typical naughty schoolboy fashion. I put down the cane and picked up the large slipper once more.
Right then, as this is the first time I will go a little easier on you. I am awarding you six with the slipper, be aware that the slipper will normally be used for more minor offences and not pulling your weight. For missing training I would normally dish out twelve strokes of the cane. So think yourselves lucky. After you have had the slipper I will give you four each with the cane, just so you know what to expect. Is that clear?
They both nodded at me, I noted they both looked afraid. Looking across to the captain I could see an obvious bulge in his footy shorts as he savoured what was about to happen.
Right then, as you have been physically punished before I shall start with you Wilkinson. Stand in front of the desk and bend over, reach across, try to grip the far side.
I watched as Tony stretched his six foot two frame across the desk, his muscular buttocks tightly encased in his footy shorts for my ministrations. I had one final shock for them though. I walked behind him and gripped onto the hem of his shorts and yanked them down clear of his buttocks exposing his naked arse cheeks, tightly framed by his jockstrap. I heard Ryan gasp and utter a swear word as I tapped the target before me with the large rubber soled pump.
Stepping back I raised my arm high before swinging the weapon down ensuring I flicked my wrist and followed through. As the first splatt of the plimsoll landed dead centre onto his left cheek, I heard the guy gasp and his head shot back as the pain exploded across his arse. I quickly landed the second onto the same spot and then a third at which point I heard Wilkinson groan. Stepping back I looked at the red inflamed left cheek. It looked sore. Taking aim I targeted the as yet untouched right buttock and proceeded to give him another three very hard swats. With each swat I got a grunt and could tell that after the last one had landed, he had felt it.
Up and stand to the side. Connor your turn.
Wilkinson stood up, giving his red arse cheeks a good rub as he did. I watched as Ryan reluctantly lowered himself across the desk. Once again I gripped the hem of the shorts and peeled them clear. Unlike Wilkinson’s hairy bum cheeks, Ryan’s backside was white and smooth. His cheeks presented a tempting target as I tapped the slipper on his left buttock. I glanced at Steve who looked to be in a high state of arousal. My own knob was swelling in the highly charged atmosphere pervading the room.
Connor struggled to take his punishment. He squealed after the first swat and stood up as the second one burned across his backside. I ordered him back down, threatening him with extras. Once back in position I cracked a third one which emitted a blood-curdling scream from his throat. The three strokes to his right buttock produced a similar response but somehow he managed to stay down. I doubted he would do so for his caning so I had a plan in my mind. I watched as he stood there in tears rubbing his burning arse. Placing the slipper on the table I picked up the cane and swished it.
Wilkinson, I said tapping the cane in my hand. He resignedly bent back over the desk offering his already sore arse up for further treatment. I stepped back, took aim and cracked the cane hard across the middle of his backside. The response was immediate. A loud howl rang out and he shook violently across the desk. The following three strokes emitted further cries and yells as the cane cut into the already sore, inflamed flesh. After the last stroke which I had landed right on the crease, I allowed him to stand up and watched as the guy stood rubbing his very sore bottom. Despite his age he was clearly in tears and just could not let go of his bottom.
Connor. I watched as the lad almost on the verge of crying bent over the desk.
Anders and Wilkinson, I want you to grip onto Connor’s hands and hold him in place, I doubt he will stay down for this.
Ryan began to plead as the lads gripped his arms, holding him across the desk. I tapped the cane on his red swollen cheeks before raising it high and cracking it dead centre. As predicted Ryan howled like a banshee. He struggled to free himself, but the lads kept a tight grip on him. I delivered the remaining strokes quickly. After each one he howled loudly. After the last stroke was delivered to the crease of his arse cheeks he screamed. It was obvious he had never been disciplined before. I nodded for the lads to let go and he was up immediately, dancing around the office gripping his buttocks tightly. After a couple of minutes he calmed down at which point I summoned both of them to stand in front of the desk.
Pull your shorts back up Connor. Now I hope you have both learned your lesson. Be warned if you wish to remain on the team this is what to expect if you fuck up. I bent the rod before them as a warning.
Now then, hit the showers, you are dismissed. Remember next week’s training starts at six-thirty on Thursday and I expect you ready to start then or else you know what will happen.
I dismissed the lads and watched them go, rubbing their fiery arses. My knob was swollen solid and would require attention soon. I gave my cock a little rub and prepared to deal with it when I became aware that Steve was still stood there.
Need a hand there, gaffer?
The tent in his shorts made his intention clear. At a nod from me he was on his knees slipping down my shorts. He eagerly took my swollen manhood between his lips and began to blow me. As he did he pulled himself off, within a minute I had exploded into his mouth and he had spilled his seed onto the floor. I felt a wave of release as he swallowed my sperm down his throat, I jerked as the spasms of ecstasy surged through my body.
Once we had calmed down he stood up and wiped his cock clean with a piece of tissue.
I wanna feel that slipper on my arse, gaffer, and then that cane.
His meaning was clear. An hour later, once we made sure the block was completely empty, I gave Steve what he wanted, six hard slipper swats and six hard cane strokes. I lashed them hard across his naked arse cheeks. He took it well and gratefully thanked me. Once he had recovered we had a mutual masturbation session.
I had a feeling that this new job was going to turn out ok and I was looking forward tanning many other players’ arses in the near future. As for Steve, well we had both discovered something we enjoyed and many nights, long after the rest of the squad had left, I would deal with him and then we would have some fun. The future looked good and I had no doubt that before long the club would be back at the top.
Story ©MMXIV by Baddlad17, and used here by very kind permission of the author.
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