sir."

"Falsification of your time sheet is grounds for immediate dismissal."

"No, sir, please." pleaded Brad

"What other choice do I have?" asked his boss.

"Couldn't you just give me a warning or some other form of corrective action?" begged the youth. "I just wanted a few extra hours so I could buy some concert tickets. I promise it won't happen again."

Mr. Hagar looked Brad up and down. Staring at his young muscular frame, "Well, there is one thing I could do but you may not like it."

"Anything!" said Brad.

"I could spank you."

"Not again," thought Brad. His ass always got so much attention. But, if it saved his job it was worth it. And truthfully Brad didn't mind all that much. "Okay." said Brad. "But then I get to keep my job right?"

"Yes, provisionally." said Mr. Hagar. "But you'll have to lower your slacks to your ankles."

This came as no surprise to Brad. He figured the old pervert would want to see him in his underwear. Brad began to undo his uniform slacks and pull them down, struggling to get the tight slacks over his massive melons.

"Maybe you should remove your shirt, too," stated his boss.

"Whatever. Like he needs me to remove my shirt to spank me. The old fucker just wants to see my body. Like I care," thought Brad as he unbuttoned his orange uniform top and removed it, revealing his smooth muscular young chest.

Now Brad stood before his boss with his pants around his ankles, wearing just a very skimpy pair of blue and white stripped bikini briefs that were riding up his muscular ass cheeks. Brad felt as if he were on display as Mr. Hagar ogled his well-defined body.

"Okay bend over and grab hold of the counter right in front of the cash register and stick out that big fat ass." instructed Mr. Hagar.

Brad did as he was told. As he bent over and stuck out his ass, his massive cheeks seemed to swallow his little bikini. Mr. Hagar picked up a metal spatula from the counter that was waiting to be put away. He raised it high and brought it down hard on Brad's tender ass.

"Ahhhh!" winced Brad.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Over and over, Mr. Hagar brought the cooking utensil down hard on Brad's ass. Brad could feel his monster cheeks burn like they were on fire. With each smack Brad would flinch causing his skimpy little bikini to ride further up his crack, exposing more of his big gluts.

"Okay now stand up straight," ordered his boss. "I want you to lower your briefs."
Brad was embarrassed and blushing, but did as he was told. As he did his large cock and lower hanging balls came flopping out. He was semi erect. Brad always got hard when spanked, though he didn't understand it. And was he crazy, or did Mr. Hagar just lick his lips as he stared at his dick?

"Grab that counter again," instructed his boss."

Brad did as he was told. Then Mr. Hagar began his assault on the poor young man's ass again. And like each time he had been spanked in the past, the more intense the pain got the harder his dick got.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

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