Brad Spanked

by BubbleButtLuvr

20 Nov 2006 7726 readers Score 8.3 (26 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


Brad Tomkins was spoiled. At age 19 he had it made. His Father paid his college tuition, which covered his room and board. And he even got an allowance. However, Brad wanted more to which Mr. Tomkins responded, 'Get a job!' Which is exactly what Brad did. A local fast food place called, Burgers-N-More was hiring part time help and Brad landed the job.

'It's not ideal,' thought Brad but it's extra money. Brad especially hated the uniforms. They were dark brown polyester pants with bright orange button down shirts. And as always Brad had trouble fitting into the pants. Brad's biggest problem his whole life was his big bubble butt. The pants that fit in the waist were too tight in the butt and those that fit around his big ass were too loose in the waist and would slide off his ass. Finally he had to settle for a pair that fit his waist but fit his ass like a second skin.

He had only been on the job two weeks and had already split out three pairs of pants due to his huge cheeks. His first pair split his first day on the job. His boss, old Mr. Hagar, asked him to get some cups from below the front counter. As he bent down to get them his pants split right down the seam from the top of the waistband to right under his ball sac. Apparently the pressure his big butt muffins had applied to the seam had proven to be too much.

To make matters worse when the pants split they let out a loud RRRIIIPPPPP!!!!! As Brad's ass came bursting out. Customers as well as all his coworkers turn their heads in the direction of the rip. On top of that Brad had chosen to wear his red thong that day so it was his big bare ass that everyone got a good look at.

Brad had worn his uniform to work that day so he had nothing to change into. He asked Mr. Hagar for another pair of pants but his boss claimed not to have any. Brad had his doubts but had no choice but to believe him and work with his beefy ass hanging out all night. Mr. Hagar had him work in the back that night and it seemed to Brad that someone came back every minute or so for some reason. Each one—both men and women, were staring at his muscular college wrestler's ass. Brad knew he had a hot ass but this was ridiculous. After that Brad swore never to wear a thong under his uniform again.

That was two weeks ago and tonight Brad had to close alone for the first time. Well, he wasn't exactly alone, Mr. Hagar was doing payroll but closing fell on Brad. He had just finished wiping down the tables when Mr. Hagar came up behind him.

'Brad I'd like to speak with you.'

'Yes, sir, Mr. Hagar.'

'It seems that your time sheet is off.'

'Off?' asked Brad not making eye contact.

'Yes, it seems that you have given yourself 30 extra minutes at both the start and end of each shift giving yourself an extra hour a day.'

'I...I must have made a mistake,' stammered Brad

'Yes, I thought the same thing at first. But, the same mistake everyday for two weeks?' responded Mr. Hagar. 'Do you think I'm stupid, Brad?'

'No, sir.'

'Falsification of your time sheet is grounds for immediate dismissal.'

'No, sir, please.' pleaded Brad

'What other choice do I have?' asked his boss.

'Couldn't you just give me a warning or some other form of corrective action?' begged the youth. 'I just wanted a few extra hours so I could buy some concert tickets. I promise it won't happen again.'

Mr. Hagar looked Brad up and down. Staring at his young muscular frame, 'Well, there is one thing I could do but you may not like it.'

'Anything!' said Brad.

'I could spank you.'

'Not again.' thought Brad. His ass always got so much attention. But, if it saved his job it was worth it. And truthfully Brad didn't mind all that much. 'Okay.' said Brad. 'But then I get to keep my job right?'

'Yes, provisionally.' said Mr. Hagar. 'But you'll have to lower your slacks to your ankles.'

This came as no surprise to Brad. He figured the old pervert would want to see him in his underwear. Brad began to undo his uniform slacks and pull them down, struggling to get the tight slacks over his massive melons.

'Maybe you should remove your shirt too.' stated his boss.

'Whatever. Like he needs me to remove my shirt to spank me. The old fucker just wants to see my body. Like I care.' thought Brad as he unbuttoned his orange uniform top and removed it revealing his smooth muscular young chest.

Now Brad stood before his boss with his pants around his ankles wearing just a very skimpy pair of blue and white stripped bikini briefs, that were riding up his muscular ass cheeks. Brad felt as if he were on display as Mr. Hagar ogled his well-defined body.

'Okay bend over and grab hold of the counter right in front of the cash register and stick out that big fat ass.' instructed Mr. Hagar.

Brad did as he was told. As he bent over and stuck out his ass his massive cheeks seemed to swallow his little bikini. Mr. Hagar picked up a metal spatula from the counter that was waiting to be put away. He raised it high and brought it down hard on Brad's tender ass.

'Ahhhh!' winced Brad.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Over and over Mr. Hagar brought the cooking utensil down hard on Brad's ass. Brad could feel his monster cheeks burn like they were on fire. With each smack Brad would flinch causing his skimpy little bikini to ride further up his crack exposing more of his big gluts.

'Okay now stand up straight.' ordered his boss. 'I want you to lower your briefs.'

Brad was embarrassed and blushing but did as he was told. As he did his large cock and lower hanging balls came flopping out. He was semi erect. Brad always got hard when spanked, though he didn't understand it. And was he crazy or did Mr. Hagar just lick his lips as he stared at his dick?

'Grab that counter again.' instructed his boss.'

Brad did as he was told. Then Mr. Hagar began his assault on the poor young man's ass again. And like each time he had been spanked in the past the more intense the pain got the harder his dick got.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Brad's was beat red and burning but his cock was hard as brick and dripping precum. Brad began to moan. He was close to orgasm and knew it. Mr. Hagar must have sensed it too because he began to spank Brad's big butt even harder. Brad let out one last moan, clenched his butt cheeks and blew his load all over the counter. Mr. Hagar got in a few more whacks then stopped. He told Brad to stand and tossed him a wad of napkins.

'Clean up and go home. And if I catch you falsifying your time sheet again you'll get worse.'

'Yes, sir.' said Brad as he wiped his cum from his dick and wiggled his huge jock butt back into his uniform.

As Brad made his way from the store feeling the burning in his ass all he could think was, 'Old pervert!'

The End

by BubbleButtLuvr

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