assault. Brad began to kick and scream as he felt his cock grow despite the pain.

Then Dr. Marky took the hand he wasn't spanking with and inserted his middle finger in Brad's tight asshole. Though the good doctor had had his finger there only moments before for the exam, this was somehow more personal. The doctor massaged Brad's prostate as he massaged.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Brad had been in this position before and knew he was moments away from busting his nut. He thought he should warn the doctor. "Please doctor I'm gonna cum. Doctor please!"

But Dr. Marky just ignored him and spanked harder. The doctor then inserted his finger deeper. Brad squirmed, kicked, and moaned. The college jock was under the doctor's control, but could hold back no longer. One last Crack! And Brad erupted in a sea of cum filling his white nylon bikini with his own love juices, which spilled out onto the doctor's pants.

Dr. Marky stopped spanking and removed his finger from Brad's love canal. "Stand and get dressed."

Brad did so quickly as the doctor continued to speak. "That's mild compared to what you'll get next time. Understand?

Brad nodded.

"Good, now get out of here!"

Brad darted from the office, practically running into Nurse Farrell on her way back from getting some lunch. As Brad walked across campus, rubbing his burning ass, he wondered if Nurse Farrell had noticed the big wet cum spot on the front of his running pants.