down. Danny started to protest and fought to keep them up. Tim grabbed the boy’s chin again and said something that caused Danny to relent. He let his father lower his briefs. I couldn't believe how red his ass was. It matched the red in his briefs.

It must have finally broken him, because now Danny was kicking with each swat to his exposed ass. As he kicked, his legs spread wide apart and opened the globes of butt. The poor boy’s asshole became noticeably visible. Here he was; 18-years old, hot as hell, spreading his meaty ass and showing off his hole. Damn, I was hard as a rock!

I caught a glimpse of his face. It was red and wet. He was crying. This beefy bodybuilder was crying at being spanked over his father's knee. Tim continued for a few more minutes. When he stopped, he had Danny stand. Now, the kid’s back was to the window and I got a good view. Danny's shoulders would raise and lower as he continued to sob. His big melon ass checks quivered, as he stood fully naked before his father. His ass was a tomato red all over.

Tim pointed to the corner. Danny waddled over to it with his skimpy briefs still around his ankles. He stood facing the corner as Tim stood up and headed for the door. As he left the room, Tim said something to Danny. I continued to watch as Danny stood in the corner and his sobs began to subside.

He stood like that for nearly half an hour with his ass peaking out at me. At last, Mr. Macmillan came back in and said something. In obvious pain, Danny slowly pulled up his bikini briefs. Tim said something else and gave him a fatherly hug before leaving.

Danny didn't finish his workout that day. After his father left, Danny removed his briefs and laid face down on the bed and applied lotion to his big round sore ass. He fell asleep lying there.

Danny's workout resumed the next day. It appeared as if all had been forgotten, with the exception of the red ass cheeks peaking out from underneath his tiny white briefs.

In a few days all the redness was gone and he hasn't received another spanking from his dad. But, the curtains still haven't been closed since he moved in and school doesn't even begin until next week. This means that there are four years of possible spanking ahead for me to witness. I wonder how Tim would react to poor grades. Only time will tell. And I'll be waiting with binoculars in hand.