is due to the fact that he has a healthy fear and respect for my paddle. It is not too late to help your son, Mr. Mannix. But, you must do it through the seat of his pants. As long as he lives under your roof you call the shoots and not him. Take back the control."

Trevor was speechless. He didn't know what to say. It was true Danny was never in trouble at school, only at home. Had he really failed his son by not spanking him? Could he have been wrong? "Coach I want to do as you say, I just don't think I can. Will you step in and help me?"

"What do you propose?"

"Well, I just don't think I can bring myself to spank Danny but maybe if I could bring him to you when he gets out of line you could sort of take over that role in his life. Administer that discipline that he needs."

Once more the coach thought on this. "If I were to do this I would need you total support and I would need the authority to discipline as I see fit."

"Yes, agreed. And Danny can remain on the team?"

"Okay. You have a deal. Call him in here so we can explain the way things are going to be from now on," instructed the Coach.

Trevor leapt to his feet and dashed into the hallway. By this point the locker room was almost completely empty except for a few young men. He ushered his son into the Coaches office. For the first time Coach Davis got a good look at the youth. His hair was tussled from having spent the night in jail and having slept on it. His t-shirt was wrinkled and his jeans were dirty. Obviously the kid had a great time last night goofing off and drinking but today he was feeling the effects. Still with all this going against him, he was still one gorgeous young man. He was muscular, had great bone structure, wavy dirty blond hair, and big blue eyes. Not to mention one of the biggest, roundest, most muscular bottoms you'd ever seen on a teen-age jock. The weight training had really paid off on him.

Coach Davis & Mr. Mannix proceeded to tell Danny of their new arrangement. In the beginning Danny just stood there with his typical "dumb jock look" on his face, but, by the end it, that was replaced by panic and shock as he stammered, "You mean Coach is gonna spank my butt when I screw up?"

"That's right, son," replied Mr. Mannix. "Coach Davis will be taking over the rule of disciplinarian in your life."

Danny gulped as he thought of this. His handsome face scrunched up because he knew what was to happen next. He watched as Coach Davis pulled his paddle down off its perch on the wall. It was 20" long, 1/3" thick, with holes drilled from the end to about four inches from the handle. It had been made by an old custodian from an antique filing cabinet and used to keep jocks in line for over 15 years.

"Now Danny you know the drill. Normally I would make you strip down, draw the curtain and order you over my desk," said the coach. "But, today will be different. I want your father to witness this. I want him to learn how to administer discipline to your