was you who stole my keys," stated the coach.

"I was gonna return it. Honest," protested Brad.

"All the same, you took it, and this could be classified as breaking and entering."

"No, Coach, please. I was just having some fun. I didn't mean any harm," said Brad as the cool night air tickled his wet body giving him goose bumps.

"We'll see what campus security has to say," said the coach as he headed for his office.

"No! Wait, Coach!", said Brad chasing after the coach, his massive butt bouncing as he ran. "Can't we handle this like...Well like before."

Coach Phillips stopped at the edge of the pool. He knew what Brad meant. When Brad was late for wrestling practice one time the coach spanked him rather than cut him from the wrestling team, "I don't know."

"Please Coach. Please I'm begging," pleaded the college jock.

Coach Phillips thought about this. He wouldn't mind spanking that meaty butt again. "Okay, get over in the grass."

"Sir?"

"Do as I say or I report you," said Dan.

What else could poor Brad do? He did as he was told and in a strange way was looking forward to this.

"On your hands and knees!" barked the coach.

"Hands and knees?" asked Brad.

"Did I fuckin’ ask you to question my authority? Do it!" snapped Coach Phillips.
With that Brad dropped to the ground on all fours his light blue Speedo wet and creeping up his beefy butt.

"Stick that big ass out!" ordered Coach Phillips. Brad did as he was told sticking his big rear up and out as far as possible. The coach brought a hand down on his right buttock. "Slap!" The coach's hand met the cold wet material of the Speedo causing a stinging in brad like no other.

"Ouch!" wailed Brad. "Please, Coach, let me change. My speedo’s wet and it makes it hurt so much worse."

"Take it like a man, Tomkins!" said Coach Phillips as he brought a hand down on Brad's left cheek.

Brad jumped, still on all fours, his ass pushed out. "That's better, Tomkins." Then the coach went in with a vengeance. The wet material of the skimpy Speedo caused such a burning Brad thought for sure his ass was on fire. The little suit continued to ride up on Brad, exposing more and more of Brad's muscular young ass. With each slap he'd jump causing his monster gluts to wiggle slightly.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Brad was whimpering and moaning loudly. Here he was, on campus, outdoors at the swimming pool, having his ass spanked again. He felt a mixture of pain, pleasure, shame, and desire.

"Take that suit off and get back on your knees," was the coach’s next command.

Brad was semi erect as he wrestled to get the little wet suit off his big ass. He had to pull it free from deep in his ass crack and wiggle out of it slowly, his ass swaying from side to side as Coach Phillips watched. Once the suit was off Brad back on all fours.

"Spread those legs a little further," ordered the coach.

Brad did so and as he did his massive cheeks spread apart, exposing his pink ass hole