want you. The problem is my daughter didn’t and you tried to force your desires on her. That's where you made your mistake. Now I have two choices. I could inform the University of your activities. In which case you'll probably be kicked off the wrestling team. If that happens you'll lose your scholarship. Or I could take care of matters myself. You make the choice."

Brad thought about this for a moment. He couldn't lose his scholarship and he knew Professor Adams was tough enough to take this matter all the way. What did he mean by ‘take care of matters himself?’ "Well, I guess I'd rather we took care of this between us, Sir."

"That's what I thought. That's why I asked Lana to step out for a while. Now stand up."

Brad stood as he was told.

"Fine. Now when all of my children were growing up if they were to act up I would give them a good sound spanking," stated the Professor.

All of a sudden Brad saw where this was going. It wasn't the first time he had been in this situation. Now the Professor was going to use this as an excuse to ogle and fondle his hot ass. But considering the alternative, what choice did he have?

"Now I want you to strip down to your underwear."

Brad blushed again, "Do I have to strip? Can't you just do it over my pants?"

"No!" stated the Professor. "Those jeans will give you too much protection. Strip NOW!"

Brad knew he had no choice, so he started by pulling his tight white T-shirt over his head, exposing his rippled stomach and big pecs. He then pulled of his boots and went to undo his belt. All of a sudden he stopped and looked at the Professor, as if to say, "Please don't make me do this." Lana's Father just stared at him with a stern look so Brad continued to disrobe. He unbuckled his belt and undid the button on his jeans.

He then pulled the zipper down slowly as Professor Adams watched. He then began to peel the tight jeans off. He had to struggle a little to get them over his massive cheeks. Finally he did and pulled them off.

Now Brad stood before his girlfriend's Father in nothing but a pair of white calf length socks and a leopard print thong. Brad always had trouble finding underwear to fit his big ass. Boxers offered no support. And most briefs were too tight and rode up his massive cheeks anyway. So a thong seemed to be the obvious choice for him. However, if he knew he was going to be forced to strip in front of Lana's Father he would have worn something else.

As Brad stood there, he felt even more exposed in his little thong than he would have even if he had been naked. His big butt sticking out from the little material of the thong made Brad feel vulnerable.

"Okay," spoke the Professor. "Now bend over the arm of the sofa and stick that big ass up high in the air."

Once again Brad blushed as he turned his back on the Professor, showing his meaty jock ass to him as he bent over the arm of the sofa. Professor Adams came up behind him and rubbed his firm young ass. Then he pulled a leather strap out from