"Take him home, gentlemen," I told the mascot escorts standing next to me. "Roll him back to school, and this time watch your six!" I was referring to the last game when the mascot had almost been stolen by the rival fans when the guys had their attention on some local ladies.
I'm Professor Davis. I work at a Junior College in Texas. We offer most sports at our school and we have several traditions that go back for years. One of them is the rolling statue of our Cougar mascot. One day the administrators noticed my truck and the next thing I know I'm in charge of getting the mascot to the games.
Now for home games it's no problem at all to move the Cougar. There are 4 guys that bring out the wheeled cart, load him up, and then roll him out to the stadium. However, for away games, I have to hook up the trailer and transport him across Texas.
Junior Colleges with sports programs are never close together. If you've never believed how big Texas is, you need to come drive to an away game with me. The majority of our away games end up being overnighters in Texas, Oklahoma, Louisiana or Arkansas. We have played in New Mexico before, but that was before I got involved with the mascot.
Tonight, we were at home and thus, that part of my job was easy. The other part of my extra-curricular employment had me helping out with the cheerleaders and their equipment.
Now, before you start accusing me of being a perverted older man around a bunch of twenty year old college cheerleaders let me assure you that you do not need to speculate. I have, in fact, had sex with a few of them. I also spanked and nailed their cheer coach as well. But, in my defense, I have never, ever encouraged this or instigated the activity. Each time something sexual has occurred, they have come after me. Poor little old me, right?
Tonight, I didn't really have cheerleaders on my mind as we packed up. I was supposed to go back to the Journalism department and have some fun with Allison. She was the Journalism professor and we'd recently had a little fun in the darkroom lab.
I had seen her several times tonight, her camera to her face as she focused on the game. She'd been wearing wind pants and a jacket. The one time I had a chance to talk with her, she casually mentioned, "Just so you know, I'm not wearing a bra or panties under this outfit."
She had then smiled sweetly at me and gone back to photographing the game. Needless to say, I got a semi-erection and kept staring at her trying for visual proof of her being naked under her pants and jacket.
As we were loading up the poms and water bottles after the game, Allison had walked over to where we were all standing.
I saw her and smiled around the big mesh bag of poms. "Hey, Allison," I told her. "We're about done here. We just have to take care of a few things first."
The cheer coach, Kacey, walked up just then and giggled, "Yeah, tomorrow is Kelly's birthday! We have to celebrate!"
"Tomorrow is my birthday, too." I heard Allison say.
Oh no. Please don't go there. Please don't go there.
Kacey smiled brightly and innocently said, "Oh really? Well, you'll just have to come along with us and celebrate!"
Allison smiled and said, "Sure!" and holding up her camera, added, "I'll take pictures!"
Kacey looked at me and gave me a knowing smile and a wink of an eye.
An hour later, I'm sitting in the chair with college cheerleader Kelly balanced across my thighs. Her cheer skirt is flipped up and her spankies are pulled down. She's just received her third spanking from the other cheerleaders and her tight little ass cheeks are starting to turn a deeper pink on their way to red.
Allison is standing near Kacey, an amused smile on her face as she watches the spankings. I look down to watch Kelly's ass cheeks ripple from the last spanking. Her white thong is practically not there so I'm looking at her bare ass.
Kelly bravely took one from the big paddle, known as Bruiser. Then she took one for the Cougars. Hell, yes, I had a throbbing hard-on. Kelly's body heat and the fact that her bare butt was just a foot or so away from eyes had me very aroused.
Kacey, the cheer coach then stepped up and announced, "We have a very special birthday girl in the house tonight! Miss Allison from the Journalism department turns twenty-six tonight!"
The girls all cheered and ran up to hug Allison. She seemed to be enjoying the extra attention.
Kacey then said, "You know, Allison is a big part of our football games. She's taken some good photos of the games and also some wonderful pictures of the cheerleading squad. I think it's time she becomes an honorary cheerleader, don't ya'll agree?"
When the girls all agreed, Kacey told them, "Well, we just can't give her a proper cheer spanking in civilian clothes....suit her up, ladies!"
They surrounded Allison and took her to the back of the room and found a cheer uniform for her. They pushed her into the dressing room and told her to change. Meanwhile, I was left with Kelly sitting across my lap, and on my boner. Kyla walked up about then with the first-aid cream. She tossed it to me.
"Smoothly, now. Cover all of the pink and red areas." She said with a smirk. K elly squirmed a bit. "Hurry, Mr. Davis. It's really stinging."
I spent the next five minutes or so, slowly caressing a college cheerleader's bare ass cheeks with the lotion. Again, I know it sucks to be me sometimes.
Kelly did the same thing that Kyla had done to me when she got spanked. As she got up, she grazed her hand directly across my crotch and gave my cock a quick squeeze.
"That feels really good, Mr. Davis," she said softly. "...the lotion I mean."
"Of course, Kelly," I told her. "Happy Birthday."
As Kelly walked away, I stood up and adjusted my thick cock. I had barely stretched when there was a commotion from the back of the room. The girls all formed a tunnel for Allison as she came out of the dressing room. I was stunned.
Allison looked like she was a real college cheerleader. She was gorgeous. She was blushing as she walked through the tunnel of cheering girls. When she got to me, she did a little curtsy.
Cute.
"Spanking time!" Kacey squealed as she ran up to us. "Back into position, professor!" She pushed me backward onto the chair again.