Turning his jockstrap clad bottom a rosy hot red with firm hand smacks.
The sign of a perfect friendship.
Coach said I’d be wearing his jockstrap for the spanking.
And in that moment as I was winced, purveying the damage dealt to my bare bottom, I thought: “Damn, am I lucky to have found a big brother like him.
face the wall and wait, buster … this is gonna hurt