Jock Spank – Male Spanking

Love how his penis sits on the table. He needs milking. But that paddling sounds & his pain was pure hot

Although all House knaves are constantly called curs and commonly crossly-cursed ‘currish’, concerning countless causes for contrition contracting copious CP, canonization-candidate Catholic confessor Krystof is a paragon of piety, painstakingly pairing the permitted private petty pride in plain propriety with persisting preparedness to please and pleasure his preceptors at their paternalistic pleasure, piously presenting his puerile posterior for pantsing and painful punishments as prescribed, privately or publicly, particularly privates-privacy-privated. Plenty of paternal and priestly pantless-posterior-pristine-pink-to-profound-pain-purple-pounding-punishments for peccadilloes, properly putting the poor pup painfully-persistently in his perilous place, progressively produced a profound perception of proper puerile piety: pleasing is his prime permitted pleasure and prescribed purpose, the proper puerile place, pride the pernicious perversion of performance and puerile piety, pitiless painful penitence the perfect panacea for putting-right the pride-produced pernicious perversion of his petty puberal person, a ponderous paddle a perfect prop for the painful punitive proceeding.
Hence the humblest hound in the House here-too heartily hails his handlers hiding his huge-hurdies-hurt-heading, helplessly-heightened heinie, however hesitates how to hope his hellhound-harshly hard-handed hiders heed his half-horse-hung he-hood and he-hole-hovering. For the pious penitent pup, presenting the punitive paddle to his pittiless punisher is a ‘proud pleasure’, paralled by piously, personally or passively presenting promptly as prescribed his penitent-person privates-privacy-privated as plain proof of perfect penitence-preparedness. A particular pious-puerile pleasure and penitent-pride is providing his papa, priests or present ‘professional’ preceptors the prized purpose of paternalistic performance by pitilessly punishing or preventing puerile pride, perversion and plenty of peccadilloes by practically-periodically pantsing and purple-paining his perfectly-perilously-presented puppy-posterior.
Regarding resigning rascals to the ruthlessly-rigid-rod-rearing-regime, regular attention is given to knaves reluctantly realizing their abject arses are up for ably and amply (attribute-)afflicted ablaze agony as – or more often and at least on as many counts of CP-contracting causes then at home, previous school and other accustomed contexts, assuming these upstarts end-up upending eerily-exposed for endurance beaten into orbs-offering-obedience, ‘all ends well’ that ends exemplarily-upended. Actually, that’s another sad symptom of the most-common CP- misconception as merely ‘mechanical mind manipulation’ means to make meekly-male-mounds-mounted-mutts meet marks, mindfull of more meanly-metout meat-misery.
As the purposeful point of paining-punishments is pensative penitent puerile perception, not pure pounded-puppy-posterior-pain, it may be at least as hard for knaves used to copious CP (many before entering the House) to get their heads, hideable heinies and handler-heeded he-hoods around the complex ‘culture shock’ confronting curiously-contrasting CP-customs, comprising a code of conventions, ‘culturally’ conveying commendations, compelling and compliance. Thus for Krystof, till now when cringing clothless-cones-crimson-castigated, comfort came when the crossly-currishness-cursing castigator calmed-down and cleared-up, content at the corporally-corrected kid’s clear contrition. Krystof thus copes keenly with crimson cones, even copious cruelly-crossed-cuts, conditional on ‘collateral’ signs his contrition contents his caregiver, like fondly feeling his freshly-flailed-fanny or playfully pinching his privacy-privated-private-parts, but(t) bitterly dispairs as House rookie when strict Sir sternly stays stoic stripping and severely spanking his submissive seat, showing nor saying any sort of satisfaction, so the spanked sinner shivers sadly seeing seemingly his sufferance scarcely starts to suffice for filially finding forgiveness following a fiercely-flogged-fanny and fair-found fatherly flailer-fun.
Only later, when he softly seeks to sob his sorry sinner-self to sleep in bed, his room elder, who semi-symbolically softly smacks his still-sore, sticking-up stripped stern to stop the scolded sobbing sound, learns about his fears and appeases them, explaining Sir’s stiff-upper-lip spanker style, showing few emotions except rage requiring red-raw-rear-ravage, expecting eerily-exposed-endurance effective except explicitly elaborating, so no further licking or lecture means a lesson learned until evidence to the contrary gets you spanked again, dose-doubled, a royal relief. To help his frightened fledgling fit-in, the elder eagerly volunteers to mildly hand-spank him starkers OTK after any sirely, school – or Senior’s spanking all first term, while questioning which lesson he learned, and conclude his crimson-cones comprise comforting closure by kind caresses, creating a curious bond comparable to big – and kid step-brother.