get dressed." Not that the doctor wanted that, but he felt that he had probably already taken this far enough.

Brad's erection had started to go down, and as the doctor left the room he pulled up his damp white bikini. When he looked up he noticed the doctor's keys lying on the counter, and an idea came to him just like that in a flash. He could use the keys to unlock the cabinet where the doctor kept the medicine. He could then get himself some diet pills for the energy he needed.

Brad made his way across the room, his beefy jock ass peeking out from the leg bands of the little briefs. He grabbed the keys and went to unlock the cabinet. He stuck the key in and turned. The door opened and he reached in to find the diet pills. As he did so the exam room door opened and in walked Dr. Marky. Caught--red handed.

"Brad!?"

"I...I'm sorry," stammered Brad

"What are you doing?"

"I...Look doctor, I've been so run down. All I need is a little energy boost to get me through the next couple weeks with work, mid terms, and my matches. I just thought..."

Dr. Marky cut him off, "No you didn't think, that's the problem. I'm disappointed in you. I would have expected better."

Brad hung his head in shame. He felt exposed, not just because all he wore was a skimpy pair of underwear that barely covered his manhood, but because he got caught and he knew he was wrong.

"Of course I'll have to tell Coach Phillips!" said Dr. Marky. "I'm sure you'll be kicked from the wrestling team. Probably even expelled. Who knows, there may even be legal action taken."

"No!" pleaded Brad. "Can't we work this out between us?"

Dr. Marky got a sly, fox-like grin on his face. He was hoping Brad would say something like that. Now he could take this a step farther. This young jock was in his control now. "Well, maybe."

"Great! I'll do whatever you say," Brad pleaded.

The doctor sat down in a near by chair. "Well if you’re gonna act like a naughty little boy we'll have to treat you like one. Over my knee!"

Why didn't Brad see this coming? That was everyone's answer when he did wrong--spank his meaty ass. But Brad didn't care. It got him out of trouble and he secretly sort of liked it. Not that he was gay. He still loved women, but he did enjoy a strong man's hand guiding him to do right. But Brad chose not to think about what that said about his sexuality. Brad placed himself across the doctor's lap, his big ass high in the air, only partially covered by the scant briefs.

Crack!! Dr. Marky's bare hand came down hard on Brad's brief clad ass. Brad flinched and moaned. "You’ve been very naughty," reiterated the doctor. He then began spanking with a vengeance. First the left cheek then the right. Stopping occasionally to caress the youth's firm young buttocks.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Over and over the doctor brought his hand down watching Brad's muscular ass jiggle slightly as his bikini rode further up his butt. Then Dr. Marky took the briefs by the small waistband and lowered the back of them to just below Brad's big butt muffins and continued his