underneath the sofa.

Thwack! Brad jumped up as he felt the sting of the leather strap against his thong-clad ass. Professor Adams pushed him back down, saying, "Hold still!"

Professor Adams brought the strap back down on Brad's tender ass, causing Brad to scream in pain. Lana's Dad continued to strap the poor young man watching his big, firm, jock ass turn from white to pink with each swat. The pain was intense and Brad couldn't help but squirm. As he did so, his meaty ass wiggled seductively.

As Brad squirmed his leopard print pouch dug into the arm of the chair. As much as his ass hurt, Brad had to admit that he was becoming aroused. He could feel his cock stir and grow. With each whack brad could feel his Dick get harder and harder. Now it was popping out of the waistband of the skimpy thong.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Brad's big melons were now turning from pink to red. "Oh! Please Professor STOP! I'm sorry! I BEG you!” pleaded Brad.

"Take it like a man, Brad!" ordered the Professor.

"But, Sir if you don't stop I'm gonna cum!"

"What!? You Pervert!" And with that, the Professor began the strap Brad harder.
Brad began to kick and squirm. And much to his surprise and shame, he could feel tears forming in his eyes. THWACK! With that last hit Brad lost it and the tears came rolling down his cheeks. And if that wasn't enough, he could feel a stirring in his balls. He knew it was only seconds before he shot his load, but he no longer cared. The release would be great.

Professor Adams continued to whip the youth, watching his big, sexy ass jump with each swat. And as Brad jumped, his big dick would grind into the arm of the sofa. THWACK! came the next hit. Brad screamed, "Oh, YEAH!" And with that, he blew his load. He could feel the warm goo shoot from his dick and out onto the Professor’s sofa. Brad tensed up clenching his massive ass cheeks.

The Professor stopped spanking Brad, "Stand up Mr. Tomkins."

Brad did as he was told. That's when the Professor noticed that Brad had shot his load. Professor Adams was furious. "I want you to get dressed and get the fuck out of my house! You are never to come near Lana again, or you can expect more of the same. And I better not hear anymore stories involving you or any other female students either!"

Brad hung his head, "Yes, sir." His cock was beginning to soften but still sticking out of his leopard print thong. Brad was covered in his own cum as he pushed his dick back into the little thong and struggled to get his massive ass back into his jeans. He pulled his shirt and boots on and without a word turned and left Lana's father sitting in the living room.

The whole ride home, Brad could feel his ass stinging. But more than that, he could feel a stirring in his jeans again. Maybe getting spanked wasn't so bad after all.