Brad Spanked: Chapter 12

Nineteen year old Brad Tomkins just stood there staring with disgust at his side of the dorm room. It was a mess! He had only started his freshman year of college a few months ago and already his possessions seemed to be taking over his side of the room. He turned to looked at His best friend and roommates Grant's side of the room. It was neat as a pin. Grant and Brad had been friends since childhood and if truth be told the room represented them perfectly. Grant was good looking with white blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and a lean defined build while Brad had the darker good looks with sandy brown hair, dark eyes and a thick beefy muscular build. Both were in great shape and very athletic. Brad excelled more at wrestling, which had earned him a partial scholarship to college, while Grant was a star track athlete The difference was that athletics came naturally for Brad while Grant had to work harder to get the same results. Therefore Brad tended to be a little lazy and coast by on his looks and athletic ability while Grant learned that responsibility and hard work are what earn you rewards.

Grant who was pulling a t-shirt on said, 'I can't believe your gonna stay in on a Saturday night and clean your side of the room.'

'Don't remind me.', said Brad. 'But, it needs done. I can't find anything. I guess I'll just dive in. Maybe I'll start by pulling all the shit out from under the bed.'

'Good luck,.' laughed Grant as he tucked his tight white t-shirt into the top of his jeans.

The weather was unseasonably warm for late fall so Brad was dressed in just a small thin pair of white soccer shorts. His massive frame appeared to be pouring out of the small garment. The small shorts seemed to dig into his massive thighs. As always the shorts clung to Brad's meaty backside like a second skin. But that was something Brad was used to. His whole life he had trouble finding pants that would fit over his super sized butt. Everything hugged and cradled it and these shorts were no exception. They were actually so thin and tight that not only was Brad's underwear line visible but you could actually make out the color, pattern and cut of the brief . It was almost as if he were wearing invisible pants. Grant noticed this fact as Brad bent over to pull stuff out from under his bed. As Grant zipped up his hooded sweat shirt he watched his best friend bend over, ass high in the air. Brad's small shorts strained across his too full ass giving Grant a perfect view of those juicy ass melons. It was obvious to Grant that Brad was wearing a very scant pair of orange and white striped bikini briefs. But these bikini briefs were so small. Grant couldn't help but wonder if it was that the briefs were small or Brad's ass was just that large. Grant remembered even as a scrawny kid Brad still had that perfectly round bubble butt.

Although he couldn't explain it Grant had always be enthralled by Brad's over plump ass. The way it stuck out so far from the rest of his. It's perfectly round shape. The way everything he wore cradled and hugged it. Then there was that skimpy underwear Brad always wore. Grant had actually asked him about it one time in the locker room when some of the other guys were laughing at his skimpy under-pants back in high school. Brad told him that because of the size of his butt they were just more comfortable because they had larger leg bands and stretched more. Grant never really understood that and always just thought that Brad enjoyed showing off his big booty but never said so to his friend.

The strangest part of Grants fascination with Brad's rear was the fact that Grant was straight. He had never looked at another guys ass like he looked at Brad's. He had never had any sexual encounter with another guy. He didn't even have sexual fantasies about guys. But there was something about Brad's ass that could just draw him in. Make him look. Make him want to see more. It was hypnotic. So he watched as Brad bent over. His small orange and white bikini was being swallowed by his monster cheeks clearly visible through his shorts; his ass moving from side to side as he dug around under the bed. Grant was mesmerized But Brad's ass seemed to have the same effect on everyone. And this was not a fact wasted on Brad he knew this and used it to his advantage whenever possible.

As Grant watched Brad's massive booty dance he was drawn back to a time in High School during gym class. Everyone had to run laps. As always Brad's shorts were way too tight. Grant was right behind Brad when all of a sudden there was a loud RRRRRRRRRIIIPPPPPPP! And Brad's extra plump milky white ass came bursting out at Grant. Grant gasped as he saw his buddy's bare buns encased only by the thin white bands of his jock. Grant remembered how the coach still insisted that Brad had to finish his laps even with the seat of his pants split. By the time Brad got through arguing with the coach everyone else had finished their laps and Brad was forced to run his alone as the rest of the guys watched him do this, big plump buns on display, jiggling and bouncing. Some of the guys made mock cat calls while others just discussed the size of Brad's massive posterior. But all Grant could do was stare at his buddy's fat exposed buns as they bounced around the track.

'HELLO!!!' Grant was brought back to the present by the sound of his friends voice.

'What?' Grant asked Brad who was now standing in front of him waving a hand in his face to get his attention.

'I asked you what time you were supposed to pick up Betty for your date. Are you okay?'

Now fully back in the present Grant answered, 'Yeah fine. I was just thinking about something. I'm supposed to pick her up at 7:00.'

'Well, you better get moving. It's 7:03 now.'

Grant looked at his watch. 'Yikes. Gotta run. Have fun.'

'Ha. Ha. I'm sure I will.' said Brad to Grant's back as he ran out of the room.

Brad cleared a spot on the floor and sat down diving into his work. First he picked up an old shoe box and removed the lid. Inside were various trinkets from his high school days; mostly photos and other small mementos. He found the tassel to his graduation cap. He picked it up and looked at it. Then he looked down and saw a picture of himself with his father. In the photo Mr. Tomkins was smiling from ear to ear as was his son and they both had their arms around one another. Brad was dressed in a maroon graduation gown and his father was dressed in tan khakis and a navy blazer. They were in front of the house.

Brad remembered this photo and this day well. Just two hours after this picture was taken the smile that illuminated his fathers face would be replaced by a look of rage. Brad sat back and remembered the day in vivid detail. It was his high school graduation. He, Grant, Jason & Nick had all planed to moon the audience at graduation. They all agreed that they would wear nothing under their gowns but black jock straps. They planned to do this at the start of the ceremony. When Jason gave the signal they would all turn their backs to the crowd, lift up their graduation gowns and give their family and friends a shoot of their jock clad buns.

The ceremony was being held out on the football field on a bright spring day. The field was full of friends and loved ones as the graduates took the stage. The time came and Jason gave the signal. However, what Brad was unaware of was the fact that his buddies had set him up. Brad turned and lifted his gown bending slightly at the waist and sticking his fat ass out for all to see. He started shaking his plump rump at the crowd. Then he realized that he was the only one doing it. Grant, Nick & Jason were all standing there facing the crowd, looking at Brad and laughing. That's when it hit him. His buddies had set him up. He felt like a fool. His face reddened as he now somehow felt embarrassed at being the only one mooning.

Everything from that point on happened so fast. He heard cat calls and cheers from the crowd mixed with outrage. He heard things like, 'That is one massive butt!' and 'Look at the way it spills out of that jock!' Mr. Arden, the principal stood up and tried to quiet the crowd. Then from out of no where Brad felt a hand on his arm. 'Bradley Tomkins!' bellowed his father as he yanked Brad down off the stage. As Lawrence Tomkins dragged his son off the stage and through the crowded football field somehow the hem of Brad's gown got caught up in the waist-band of his black jock strap. So, as Brad was literally dragged through the crowd by his irate father his over stuffed ass was bared and visible to all.

As father and son made their way through the crowd Brad heard more talk about his massive rear. Things like 'Way too large!' and 'Looks like the leg bands on that jock may give out!' Brad felt a hand graze his bare buns as he was dragged through. He turned to see the smiling face of his art teacher, Mr. Henson. Mr. Tomkins dragged Brad into the school building and down the hall. His gown still caught up in his jock and his huge ass mounds on display. Brad was led into the boy's bathroom where his father began to lecture him on being irresponsible and acting like a child.

'Today is your high school graduation, Brad!' you're 18 years old. You're not a child anymore. You need to act like a man!!'

Brad hung his head, 'I'm sorry, sir.'

'Sorry doesn't cut it this time Bradley! I think you need to understand how wrong this was. And as much as I hate to say it I think if you're gonna act like a child you need to be disciplined like one!'

Brad's ears perked up at that, 'Disciplined like one?'

'Yes.', said his father. 'I'm sorry but you brought this on yourself. Turn and face the mirror. Put your hands on the sink.'

Fear shot through Brad, 'Why?'

'Don't ask question. Obey me!'

Finally realizing exactly what was about to happen Brad turned from high school wrestling stud to whinny kid, 'But Daaaad.'

'Bradley!!!! That is enough. Now is not the time to argue with me. I am very angry!!! Now do as I instructed you to do.'

Brad knew he had no choice really. So, he hung his head and turned to face the mirror and grabbed the sink. In the mirrors reflection he watched his Dad. Mr. Tomkins pulled the hem of his son's gown free from the jock strap and pulled the gown high up on Brad's shoulders so that everything was bared from his shoulders to his feet except for the tight black athletic supporter. Mr. Tomkins raised his hand high and brought it down hard on his son's ample backside. Brad's meaty ass jiggle under his father's hand and the the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the small restroom.

'Stick out that ass boy!' yelled his father. 'Push it out as far as you can for me.'

Brad gulp but didn't resist. He knew that would only piss his Dad off further so in stead he just leaned forward and spread his legs slightly pushing his meaty rump further out for his father. Lawrence brought his hand down on his son's exposed ass a second time as the restroom door opened. Mr. Tomkins turned to see who had entered and Brad looked in the mirror as Principal Arden entered the room.

'I'm very upset with your display out there, Brad.', spoke the principal. 'There is talk that you may not be able to graduate.'

'What?', said Brad. His bare ass still high in the air and exposed as he looked back over his shoulder.

A lustful gleam entered the principals eye as he realized what was taking place right before him, 'However, I see that your father is doing what he can to drive the point home that what you did was wrong. So, I may be able to see my way clear to let you graduate. However, I think I should stay to monitor your punishment to ensure that you receive the proper amount.'

Was it Brad's imagination or was his principal leering at him with lust. Fuck yeah he was. Mr. Arden just wanted to see Brad's big teen ass bared and display. He actually wanted to watch Brad get his ass spanked. Well, he knew his Dad would never agree to that.

'I think that's a fine idea, Mr. Arden.' said Mr. Tomkins.

'What?!' exclaimed Brad.

Mr. Tomkins brought his hand down hard on his son's ass as he asked, 'You don't have a problem with that do you Brad?'

Brad knew better than to argue, 'No, sir.'

With that Mr. Tomkins really began to spank his only son's bouncing bare bottom. Mr. Arden moved back slightly. From the angle Lawrence was standing to spank his son he could not see the principal but from the reflection in the mirror Brad could see him clearly. And Brad could hardly believe his eyes as his principal openly leered at his over sized exposed caboose, licking and biting his lower lip with lust. Brad was humiliated.