yard to light up like a football stadium. "Shit!" screamed Grant as he took off back to the car. Not wanting to get caught, Brad and Kirk followed.

However, being barefoot, Brad had no traction and slipped in a patch of mud. Brad hit the ground face down with a thud, his loincloth flying up exposing his ample buttocks. Kirk didn't even stop to look he just kept running.

The neighbor’s dog began to bark and Professor Jenkins’ door flew open. The Professor came running out and was greeted by Brad's big naked ass lying in his front yard.

"Who's there?" asked the Professor running toward Brad.

Brad looked up is faced covered with mud. "Brad Tomkins," stated the Professor.

"And just what do you think you’re doing?"

"Nothing," Brad lied.

Then Professor Jenkins spotted the can of spray paint a few feet in front of Brad. "You were going to vandalize my home!"

"No... we were...I mean I was...", Brad gave up knowing he was caught. Grant and Kirk got away and he was busted.

"Get up and get in the house. We need to discuss this!" ordered the Professor.
Brad stood pulling his loincloth back down over his massive buns as best he could. That's when Professor Jenkins saw he was covered from head to toe with mud. "Hold it!" said the professor. "You’re not going in my house like that. Stay there."

Then the Professor went to the side of the porch. Brad saw no point in running; he had been caught already. All of a sudden Brad heard a rush of water followed by a cold blast from Professor Jenkins’ hose. Brad danced around trying to avoid the onslaught of water, but it was to no avail. His muscular ass jiggled slightly and peeked out from under his skimpy costume as he jumped around. Then the water stopped and he stood there, soaking wet from head to toe front and back. The cool October night air was chilling him. A slight breeze blew up his loincloth forming goose bumps on his big butt.

"Stand there on the mat. I'll get you a towel," said Professor Jenkins as he disappeared inside.

When the Professor returned he threw a towel at Brad and told him to dry off and get inside. Brad ran the soft towel all over his muscular jock body. He tried to soak as much water from the loincloth as possible. Then he stepped inside as Professor Jenkins shut the door behind him.

"You realize I should call the police, Brad?"

"Yes, sir but please don't," urged the boy.

"Then what do you suggest?" leered the Professor.

Brad knew where this was going. In the past he had been able to avoid trouble using his beefy ass. He had allowed some guys to spank him rather than face the consequences. He had a strong feeling that this was also the desire of Professor Jenkins, so he went for it. "You can punish me like my Dad used to."

Professor Jenkins perked up, "Oh, and how was that?"

"Well, sir, he'd spank me."

"Is that what you want, Brad? Do you want me to spank you?"

"Yes, sir. I mean, if it will get me out of trouble." Brad knew this would work and really didn't mind getting the spanking, but still he blushed slightly