fours."

Brad expected that Coach to want to stare at his ass, maybe even play with it a little. But, this confused him.

"What for, sir?" asked the boy.

"Do as I say, son. Or you’re off the wrestling team!" came the barbed reply.

Brad could see that the coach was quite serious and didn't want to anger him any further. So, he began to undress. He pulled the uniform straps over his broad shoulders and across his rock hard pecs, exposing his chiseled abs. When he got the singlet to his waist, he had trouble getting the tight garment over his gigantic butt. Even with the extra room in the custom-built seat, it still hugged his big globes like a second skin. Brad wiggled his ass in an attempt to get the thin of material over this glutes. The coach just watched with interest. Once Brad got it off, he stood before Coach Phillips in just his sneakers and jockstrap.

"Okay. Now, get up on the desk on all fours, Brad," ordered the Coach.

Brad was hesitant, but did as instructed. He climbed upon Coach Phillips’ desk and stuck his big ass into the cool air of the office. The athlete’s mind reeled. He didn’t know exactly what the coach was going to do.

Coach Phillips pulled a Ping-Pong paddle from his desk drawer. He slowly walked behind Brad and gently touched the youth’s ass. Brad jumped slightly.

"Relax, Brad,” said the coach soothingly. “This won't be so bad. Just take your punishment and you won't be kicked off the wrestling team."

"I don't want to be off the team. But, I don't think I want this either," Brad meekly protested.

"Well, those are your only choices: off the team or a spanking! It’s your call, kid," stated the coach flatly.

Brad thought for a moment. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. He figured the Coach would want to play with his ass anyway and this really couldn’t be too much worse. After all, he had been spanked before and got through it.

"Okay, sir.” Intoned Brad. “I'll take the spanking."

"Good." said the Coach as he raised the paddle.

CRACK!

The first whack came down hard on Brad's bare ass. He jumped more than a little. He had been caught off-guard. Coach Phillips began spanking first the left cheek and then the right. He moved back and forth. Brad's big cheeks jiggled slightly with every solid smack. The athlete’s ass began to sting as the coach continued.

Coach Phillips stopped and fondly caressed the young man's ass. It was hot to the touch and starting to turn pink. He then began spanking once again. Brad winced. He was starting to really feel the pain now.

"Okay, spread those legs further apart," instructed the coach.

Brad spread his legs as wide as he possibly could. His monster ass cheeks spread wide open exposing a patch of stark white skin that had not been spanked quite yet. It also revealed Brad's puckered pink asshole. Coach Phillips licked his lips as he turned the paddle around and began to massage the outside of Brad's hole with the handle. Brad moaned as the hot handle teased his boyish pucker. The Coach flipped the paddle back around and began spanking directly on Brad’s tender hole. The athlete screamed in pain as his most sensitive area