Wes Smith, a strapping, straight jock, finds himself in a compromising position, disciplined by his boss in a sleek suit and tie. His muscular body tenses as he bends over the desk, boxer-briefs barely containing his firm bubble butt. The boss, wielding a cane, leaves red welts across Wes' white skin, the snap of the rod echoing through the office. Wes's face flushes with humiliation and pain, but his cock twitches, betraying his arousal. The boss, a sadistic smile playing on his lips, switches to a paddle, delivering sharp smacks that jiggle Wes's meaty ass.