Brad Spanked

by BubbleButtLuvr

16 Nov 2006 19760 readers Score 8.6 (61 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


Brad Tomkins knew that he was getting what he deserved. After all, it wasn't the first time this had happened. His ass had been getting him into trouble all his life. Even as a young teen he had such a big round ass that it was hard to find pants that fit him.

It was in junior high that he learned the power of his big beefy globes. He'd hear the girls gasp as he walked by. They'd whisper things like, 'Look at that bubble butt,' and 'It's so big and round. The guys would kid him in the locker room before gym class, as he'd try to wiggle his huge ass into the little gym shorts. In fact, on more than one occasion during PE his massive cheeks came popping out of the back of his shorts as they split the seam of the shorts. Since the shorts were so tight to begin with he could never get briefs under them, just a jock. So, his bare ass made regular appearances in gym class. He noticed that even his teachers would take time to stop and stare. But, it wasn't until his senior year of high school that he really learned how to use the power of his hot butt.

Brad had Mr. Wilson for chemistry and was failing miserably. That's what made him cheat on the final exam. Unfortunately, he got caught.

He'd noticed Mr. Wilson looking at his butt more than once. By this point, Brad was used to this. Everyone stared at his ass, man or woman, straight or gay. All were in awe of it. That's what gave him the idea to 'earn' his passing grade. Brad stood before his teacher as the rest of the class filed out of the room and he felt the butterflies in his stomach.

'Cheating Mr. Tomkins? I'm disappointed in you, said Mr. Wilson.

Brad hung his head and dolefully replied, 'I'm sorry, Sir.'

'You should be. I hope you know this means that you fail and therefore will not be graduating with the rest of your class.'

Brad began to beg, 'Please, Sir, I know it was wrong. But, can't we work something out? I'll do whatever you say.'

Was that a spark Brad saw in his teacher's eye? This would be easier than Brad had expected.

'Well, Brad, since you bring it up, what do you have in mind?' Mr. Wilson asked with one eyebrow arched.

He's a smart guy thought Brad. He won't suggest it at first. He wants me to provoke it. In truth, Brad was enjoying the attention more than he thought.

Brad meekly said, 'Well, Mr. Wilson, you could always punish me couldn't you. I mean, what if one of your own children had cheated on a test. What would you have done?'

There was a long pause before Mr. Wilson spoke, 'If one of my own children had cheated, he'd feel my hand on the seat of his pants!'

Now, Brad knew he had him where he wanted him, 'Okay.'

'Okay what, Mr. Tomkins?' inquired the teacher skeptically.

'Okay, you can spank me,' The student stated flatly. Brad couldn't believe how easily the words flowed from him. After all, he had to pass this class to graduate and what else could he do. No one would ever know.

'That's highly irregular, said Mr. Wilson as he loosened his tie to cool himself a bit.

'But, if I let you spank me, I will pass, right?' Brad inquired.

The chemistry teacher said slowly, 'Well, I suppose we could work out something like that.'

Without pause, Brad declared, 'Then I want you to spank me, Sir.

The boy leaned over the teacher's desk sticking his mighty ass in the air.

All Mr. Wilson could do was stare. Here was this hot young eighteen-year old kid asking to be spanked. The tight jeans hugged the boy's ample ass. There was a stirring in the teacher's pants. He'd fantasized about this for so long. Now, here it was. If he was going to make this dream a reality, he had better do it right now. Either he would wake out of his dream or Brad would change his mind. He stood up and took a position behind the student.

'I want you to grab the desk and not let go,' Mr. Wilson ordered. With that, the teacher reared back and the first swat landed on Brad's big round ass. Brad winced in pain. The sounds of discipline echoed through the classroom.

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Brad was ecstatic and Mr. Wilson relished each blow that crashed onto the naughty student's butt. Yet, the dominant teacher wanted more. While he had the chance, Mr. Wilson was going to take full advantage of the situation. He was going to see all he could of this fine young man and his big firm ass.

'All right, I want you to stand and face me, Brad,' commanded the teacher.

The boy seemed confused, 'Stand, Sir?'

'Yes, came the stern reply. “Now, do it and drop your pants!'

This was something Brad hadn't expected. He stood and shyly faced the teacher.

'Lower my pants? stammered the flustered high school senior. “Sir, I don't know....'

'You have a choice of course, intoned Mr. Wilson. “If you choose not to lower your trousers, you can take the failing grade and graduate later.'

The teacher knew he had the student completely at his mercy.

This wasn't exactly what Brad had planned on. But, if it got him the grade, he'd do it. He reached for his belt buckle and unfastened it. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He then lowered the pants to his ankles.

Beneath his britches, the young man wore a very skimpy pair of red bikini briefs. So much of his young body was revealed. His T-shirt came only to where his jeans had been belted. The waistband of the tiny briefs was considerably lower. So, he was barely covered.

Mr. Wilson drank in the sight before him. So, much youthful manhood was on display. Not only did this young man have a big beefy ass, he also had an enormous set of balls that were straining against the red fabric of the bikini briefs

Nearly breathless, Mr. Wilson spoke, 'Okay, turn and bend back over the desk.'

Brad did as instructed without hesitation. As he turned, the teacher couldn't help but see that the briefs barely covered the boy's ass. Both of his round melons were exposed below the leg bands of his bikini. As the student bent over the briefs rode up even further. This was truly a sight to behold thought Mr. Wilson as he picked up where he'd left off.

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With each resounding slap to his buttocks, Brad would squirm and wiggle. His frantic movements caused the briefs to ride ever further up his ass crack. It almost appeared that the young man's big ass was swallowing the scanty briefs.

Mr. Wilson had to stifle a laugh as he thought to himself, 'Maybe that's how his ass got so huge, from eating underwear!' But, Mr. Wilson never paused his task to take in the scenery. The assault on Brad's ass continued non-stop.

At long last, the punishment ceased and an eerie quiet settled across the classroom. Mr. Wilson commanded the kid to stand and turn around. Brad obediently stood. But, he refused to turn towards his teacher.

'Am I to understand you said no, Mr. Tomkins?' asked Mr. Wilson.

Brad begged, 'Please don't make me turn, Sir.'

'Turn or fail.'

He had no choice thought Brad. So, he slowly turned to face his teacher. As he did, he hung his head in shame. His cock had grown to twice its original size. The top of the young meat had popped above the waistband of his red bikini briefs. There was a wet spot soaked into the front of the briefs. That's precum though Mr. Wilson. Clearly, Brad was enjoying this. Mr. Wilson jumped at this opportunity.

'Okay, young man, drop those little briefs and back over the desk, the stern command.

Brad knew better than to fight. He'd come this far. Why turn back now? So, he did precisely as instructed.

As he lowered the briefs, his dick and balls came flopping out. My goodness, this kid was put together nicely thought the teacher. Not only were his cock and balls huge, but also the balls were low-hangers.

With Brad back in position over the desk and his giant glutes as ready targets, Mr. Wilson began spanking again. He couldn't believe how red this kid's ass was becoming. But, he was taking it like a champ.

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Brad's muscular ass quivered with each stroke. The teacher continued the punishment. He watched the boy's ass turn redder and redder with each strike. Brad was squirming uncontrollably now. He was nearly in tears and about to beg for mercy. As the boy wiggled in responses to the discipline and his heavy nut sack swung back and forth. Finally, he could take no more and began to cry.

Brad was full of mixed emotions. It hurt and he wanted it to stop. But, at the same time he was aroused and dripping precum. With each swat, his dick was pushed forcefully into the desk. He could feel himself close to orgasm. Oh, god! He didn't want that. He would be so humiliated. This was bad enough.

As the tears streamed down his face, he pleaded for the teacher to stop. But, it was if his pleas were unheard.

This was it. He knew he couldn't stop it. Brad felt it coming, but there no preventing it.

CRACK

Down came the spank from the teacher. At that moment, Brad began to cum. He unleashed a torrent of scalding jism. It streamed down the side of the desk onto the floor. A few drops landed on the teacher's shoe. Brad screamed in both pain and ecstasy as he experienced the most intense orgasm of his life.

Mr. Wilson stopped abruptly. He walked around to the front of his desk and pulled a box of tissues from the top desk drawer. He threw the box at Brad. He told the student to clean up and get dressed.

Brad did as exactly as instructed. While the boy mopped his cum from the teacher's desk, Mr. Wilson announce that he had passed the course and would be able to graduate providing that he never mention this session to anyone. Brad agreed and was off.

Here he was just a few short months later. Brad was a proud freshman in college. He was seated just outside the coach's office waiting to be called in. It seems he'd been late for wrestling practice three times this week and most likely would not be able to compete this weekend.

As always, Brad had a plan. He had seen Coach Phillips staring at his ass the same way Mr. Wilson had. Now, all he had to do was....

To be continued...

by BubbleButtLuvr

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