Brad Spanked: Chapter 15

It was parents weekend at the university. Unfortunately due to some last minute business deal Brad Tomkin's father wouldn't be able to make the 2 hour drive up. But Grant's father would be able to make it. In fact Brad & Grant were waiting for Grants' father, Mr. Harper, to pick them up. He was stopping by to take them out to dinner.

Grant's parents had divorced when he was young and he had been raised by his mother. His father moved two hours away and he didn't get to see him as often as he would have liked. That was one of the reasons Grant had chosen Albright University, it was less than five miles from where his father lived. He had considered living with his father instead of on campus but the allure of being on his own and rooming with Brad was just too great so he opted to live on campus.

Summers and holidays Grant would stay with his father. But after the divorce Grant's father never came back to town to visit so Brad never had the chance to met him until his first month at college. Even now as Brad and Grant sat in their dorm room waiting Brad couldn't help but remember the first time he met Grant's father, quit by accident. Brad hadn't been at the university very long and had taken a job working at a burger joint for some extra cash

Brad's shift at Burgers-N-More had run over and he was running late. He was hoping to get in a workout at the gym before they closed. He could probably make it but he'd have to hurry. He brought his gym clothes to work with him so to save time he changed into them in the back room before heading out. He wore a tight grey cotton/lycra T-shirt and old school grey cotton running shorts. The shorts were too small and way too tight leaving nothing to the imagination. Underneath his shorts Brad wore a bright orange jock and every time he bent over the shorts would ride up over his well padded buttocks revealing not only the orange straps that framed his butt melons like an X rated picture frame but also the the bottom quarter of his smooth white booty. He grabbed his gym bag and hopped in his car and took off.

Brad knew a short cut on some back roads that he thought could save him some time. He glanced down at the digital clock on the dash board. It was 7:45 P.M. If he could get to the gym in the next 15 minutes then he'd have an hour for his workout before the gym closed.

First Brad heard the siren and then he saw the flashing red and blue lights. 'Shit!',said Brad. He was being pulled over. He looked down at the speedometer he had been going 55 MPH in a 25 MPH speed zone. He would have to do some fast talking.

Brad pulled his car over to the side of the road and the patrol car pulled up close behind him. Brad watched in the rear view mirror as the officer emerged from the vehicle. Brad noticed that he was tall, well, muscled and tan. His eyes were shielded behind a pair of mirrored sunglasses. His dark blue uniform clung to his muscular frame as he swaggered toward Brad in a cocky manner.

'License and registration.', said the officer as he stuck is hand through the window.

Brad decided to play innocent,'Is there a problem officer?'

'License and registration.', repeated the officer without any expression.

Brad could see this would be a tough one. He started talking, 'Look Officer my name is Brad Tomkins...'

The officer cut him off, 'Brad Tomkins?' You wouldn't be the Brad Tomkins who wrestles at the University would you?'

The officer recognized him. Maybe this would get him out of a ticket. 'Yes, Sir. That's me.', answered Brad grinning.

'My son goes to Albright University.', said the officer.

'Oh', said Brad feeling that this would be an easy ticket to beat. 'Really, Sir, who's your son? I'm sure I know him then.'

'Grant Harper.'

'Grant? He and I are roommates, sir. We have been friends for years.', Brad couldn't believe his luck. He would be able to get out of this ticket and he wouldn't even have to use his ass this time.'

'Yes, Grant has told me all about you. Your the young man who was always splitting out the seat of his shorts in PE in high school. And if I remember correctly you had a wrestling match where your singlet split. Apparently you have one colossal ass. Now license and registration please.'

Stunned Brad asked, 'Your still gonna give me a ticket?'

'You were going 55 in a 25 MPH zone.'

'I know but I thought...'

Allowed his sunglasses drop to the tip of his nose Officer Harper peaked over the tops of them cutting brad off and saying,'I know exactly what you thought. You thought that since you were my sons friend I would let you go and all would be forgiven. Well, that's not gonna happen you broke the law and there are consequences. License and registration please.'

Brad knew he was defeated. Dejectedly he turned and began rummaging through his gym bag for his wallet. His wallet wasn't in the pocket of his pants so he sorted through the bag only to come up empty. He realized that it must have fallen out of his pocket in the back room at Burgers-And-More when he was changing. 'Fuck' he thought. He turned to his buddies father and said, 'Officer I'm sorry I don't seem to have my wallet. I think I left it at work by accident.'

There was a long silent pause before Officer Harper said, 'Out of the car.'

'What?', asked Brad confused.

'You heard me out of the car. You were speeding and now you are driving without a license. You are in some serious trouble. So, get out of the car.'

Brad looked the officer in his mirrored sunglasses unable to read his expression and slide out of the drivers seat. As he slide out his tiny shorts rode up over his big booty causing his ample rear to pop out the bottom, his jock visible as he stood there.

'Hands on the roof of your car, legs spread.', ordered Officer Harper.

'What?'

'Do it. I'd hate to have to add resisting to your other charges.'

Brad gulped as he turned his back to the officer. That is when he got his first look at the backside he had heard so much about and he was shocked to see just how big and meaty it was. Never had he seen a guy with such a perfectly round meaty bubble butt. The way his shorts rode up over it and the bottom portion peeked out at him was enticing and the orange straps en-casing it really made it pop out. Office Harper licked his lips and said, 'Damn that is one big ass you have there kid.'

Brad couldn't believe his ears. While it was true that many a man had perved on his ass he would never have expected it from a buddies father. But at the same time what did he care if it could get him out of his ticket. He decided to play along. 'Yes, sir I know. I is massive.'

Still eyeing up Brad's bottom like it was Grade A beef Officer Harper said, 'I bet you have one hell of a time finding underwear to cover that big thing.'

Brad had to stifle a grin. This guy really was perving big time. But he would play along so he arched his back ever so slightly to make his over stuffed cheeks stick out even further. Then he wiggle his lard ass slightly. Then playing innocent he said, 'Yes, sir I do. Traditional briefs don't give enough leg room and they dig into my fleshy cheeks and hurt, boxer don't offer me any support for my large nuts so I am forced to wear stretchy little bikini briefs but while they give me the support I need they barely cover my ass, leaving most of my big buns exposed. Sometimes I find it easier to just wear a thong or a jock like I have on today.'

Brad's plan to tease his buddies father was working, Officer Harper was distracted and hot hearing the teen talk about his own fat ass so open and lewdly. 'I need to frisk you.', said the officer finding his voice.

Brad knew this was unnecessary but continued to play along. 'Yes, sir.'

Officer Harper wasted no time. He went straight for the young man's ass and began feeling up his plump rear end through his thin little shorts. The cheeks were firm with just the right amount of jiggle. Putting aside all pretense of a true body search he obscenely felt up Brad's ample caboose. He allowed his hands to slide up under Brad's shorts and feel his bare bottom underneath. His checks were smooth to the touch.

'I need to do a more thorough search', said the officer as he grabbed the waistband of Brad's shorts and yanked them down leaving the sexy teen in just his bright orange jock below the waist on the side of the road. Brad was shocked but said nothing just continuing to play the game. He was glad this road was not well traveled. Once the shorts were down Grant's father ordered Brad to step out of them and to resume his original position which Brad did without question.

Officer Harper began feeling up Brad's fat ass. He even hunched down so that his face was level with Brad's ass. He began kneading Brad's buns like a baker with dough. He parted Brad's plump ass pillows with some effort to see his puckered ass hole which winked back at him. The fondling went on for several more minutes before Officer Harper rose to his feet and slapped Brad on the ass causing it to quiver.

Then everything happened so fast Brad barely knew what was happening. Officer Harper grabbed his left wrist and slapped a pair of handcuffs on. Once Brad was aware and turned to protest the officer was grabbing his left wrist and slapping the other bracelet on it so that Brad's hands were cuffed behind him. Now Brad began to protest, 'What the hell? Why are you cuffing me?'

'You were speeding and driving without a license. I need to run you in. You need to be punished.', said the officer as he led Brad to the cruiser leaving the teens shorts on the ground and him in his jock. His big buns waddled as he walked. Officer Harper opened the back door of the cruiser.

Just as he was about to deposit Brad in back Brad got an idea. 'Wait Officer. I know I deserve some sort of punishment. But can't we work something out.' At this he bent over slightly and shoved out his big bottom.

Officer Harper was starting to understand what Brad was talking about but now it was his turn to play the game. 'What do you have in mind?'

'Well, my father always says 'spare the rod, spoil the child'.'

'A spanking?'

'If that's what you think I deserve, sir.', Brad said innocently.

Officer Harper considered this. 'I suppose that could work. You'd still be getting punished for breaking the law so you wouldn't be getting away with anything.'

'Yes, sir'

'Fine.', said Grant's father as he dragged Brad to the front of the cruiser. His hands were still cuffed behind his back as the officer bent him over the hood. Brad was facing the road with his bare rump aimed at the woods behind him. Officer Harper kicked his ankles out so that his legs were spread wide. Brad let out a muffled 'Oooommph'. The cop was wearing leather driving gloves with the fingers cut out. He raised his hand high and brought it down for the first time on the eighteen year olds well padded man cakes. The leather of the glove added an extra sting and when the officer pulled his hand away a perfect pink hand imprint was left in the middle of his lily white buttock.

A shiver went through Brad. For some reason he could never explain he always seemed to get off on having his large caboose spanked by a strong firm hand. And while he was straight it and had tried to introduce some spanking play into his relationships with various girlfriends none of them had been able to spank him with a strong enough hand. It was only the strong hand of a man that could delivery the kind of discipline the teen needed. And fortunately Brad was lucky enough to find himself in situations where this could be accomplished.