to. You have put me in an awkward spot. The management expects me to do something about this. I promised them that you would be reprimanded. I'm just not sure what to do to punish you. I just thank God that Mary Beth hasn't heard about this."

"I don't know what more I can do, Dean. I've apologized and said I'd stop drinking. What more do you want?" Brad snapped back sarcastically. He was getting a little pissed off himself. Yes, he had broken a promise, but it was a promise he never really wanted to make in the first place--he had been forced into it by Dean. And it's not like he and Dean had never had a few beers together before. No, he didn't want to ruin Mary Beth's day. And he promised he'd stop. What more did Dean want.

"I ought to put you over my knee and spank your big ass the way Mary Beth used to when you were a kid and mouthed off like that to her!" came Dean’s response.
Brad could hardly believe his ears. Of course he had been in this position many times before. He had used his big butt to get himself out of many a jam with many different men, but he had never expected Dean to be one of them. "Look, if you spank me, will that be enough?" asked Brad. "Will you forget about the fact that I disobeyed you and can we just forget this ever happened? I really didn't mean to make things uncomfortable for you."

"Well, I suppose that could work. I could go back out and tell management that I reprimanded you and that could be the end of it, I suppose. Okay, yes."

With that Dean pulled out a folding chair that was tucked away in the corner. He then sat in it and motioned for Brad to stand in front of him. Next he instructed Brad to drop his trousers.

Brad gulped, "You’re kidding right?"

"Do I look like I'm kidding, Brad? Drop your pants!"

Brad couldn't believe what was happening. Here he was at his cousin’s wedding, being forced to lower his pants so her groom could spank his large behind. The teen unfastened his pants and pulled down the zipper. Next he pulled and tugged to get the pants down off his big ass. He finally wiggled his large butt cakes out of the pants and stood there before the groom in his scant zebra print bikini. The bikini hugged his every curve, giving his balls just the right amount of support and bounce at the same time. The tiny waistband was less then 1/2" thick and the back panel didn't cover much of the young man's over inflated ass cheeks.

"Okay over my lap," instructed Dean.

Brad did as he was told. His pants were around his ankles and his balloon like ass was raised high up toward the ceiling, while from the waist up he still wore his tuxedo. He was a ridiculous site over the knee of his cousin's husband. Dean smoothed out the back of Brad's tiny briefs and rubbed his cheeks in preparation. Then Dean raised his hand and brought it down hard on Brad's rump. Brad flinched slightly and let out a small yelp.

"Be quiet unless you want a crowd to gather as I spank your ass."

Brad definitely did not want that. He didn't mind using his ass