was open, Scott pulled out the three books that Brad was planning to "borrow". "And what do you call this, Brad?"

"Look, Scott, I was gonna bring them back first thing Monday. I just needed them for my report," explained Brad.

"I see it as stealing and I'm sure campus security will agree with me," said Scott heading for the phone.

"No!" pleaded Brad, chasing Scott to the phone as his big exposed ass bounced up and down. Then Brad knew what he had to do to get out of this. He only hoped it would work with Scott. "Look, Scott, can't we work this out between us? I'm sure you can come up with something." And with that, Brad turned his bare gluts slightly in Scott's direction.

"Well, maybe we could work something out," agreed Scott with an evil grin.
Brad just grinned, "I'll do whatever you say, Scott."

"Good we'll start by having you call me Mr. Penlow from now on," said Scott as he headed for the door and locked it. He then flipped the sign from open to closed. "I think you need a lesson in respect Brad. You need to learn to respect school property as well as me."

"Yes, Sco...Mr. Penlow."

"That's a good boy. Now I think the best way to drive my point home is through the seat of your pants," said Scott

Brad gulped, "Yes Mr. Penlow."

"Now drop what's left of those pants," ordered Scott.

"Yes, Mr. Penlow," said Brad as he unbuckled his belt. He then undid the button and pulled down the zipper. Since his ass was totally ripped out of his pants they weren't hard to wiggle out of. Now Brad stood before the librarian in just his light blue t-shirt and gray thong.

"Okay Brad bend over the research table," was the next instruction given by Scott.

Brad turned his big rump to Scott and headed for the table. He then bent over the table, sticking his big mounds out as far as he could. Scott eyed his beefy ass up like a dog eyeing a bone. He then came up behind Brad and reared back his right arm and brought it down hard on his fleshy posterior.

"MMM!" moaned Brad

"Now you need to respect school property," said Scott as he brought his hand down again.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Brad began to shift from foot to foot as the pain started to build. As he moved back and forth his big loaves jiggled back and forth. He was moaning in a combination of pleasure and pain. Scott just kept spanking away.

"I want you to count each whack I give you, Brad. Out loud," ordered Scott as he brought his hand down on Brads thong-clad ass yet again.

"One," counted Brad.

"I can't hear you. Louder."

"Two," Brad raised his voice.

"That's good. Keep going," instructed Scott.

"Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven....", Brad continued to count as Scott continued to spanked his meaty jock ass.

The sound of Brad's exposed ass flesh being slapped echoed off the walls of the empty library. Brad's ass was now glowing from the beating he was receiving, but he kept sticking his big cheeks out waiting for the next blow and counting. Then as had happened