Teodor is fed up with Taavi being a lazy brat, his tardiness is something that needs to be addressed. So he decides to deal with the lad in the best way. He calls in Taavi who has a little attitude as he saunters up, this is met with a grab and he is bent over the counter for his spanking.
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Taavi looks put out in that way all lads do but it makes no difference, and when his jeans are down and his firm little butt is spanked on boxers he starts to get the message.
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By the time he gets the bare ass set he understands completely.
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So when he is told to do the dishes at the end he hops over straight away, with a final swat to the ass, without pulling up his underwear and jeans. eager at last. *
When grumpy gramps-guardian Gregor sent teen Taavi to tutor Teodor, the boarder knave could barely believe his luck, landing in a ‘portal to paradise’, no more (except on hellish ‘holiday’ home!) endless chores in the house and back-breaking field toil with sturdy straps hanging all-over the homestead to sorely-soundly swat the shivering stripped-squirt-seat severely-scarlet-striped, smashing scores of swats superbly securing slavish submission, seeking semi-solace at school and several pittance-paid (odd) jobs, where he had better hope to be merely spanked by hand, sometimes not even on the bare, until gramps notified those betters ‘the naturally-naughty knave needs it bare-balls, the more, the better to remember his place’.
While in the dirt-poor home village knaves always got a damned-good ‘demo derriere doom dozen’ each time some strict Sir instructed them, even for daily duties, and risked several severer spankings for the tiniest flaws or faults, fatally flailed frockles for flogger-fun too as hosts couldn’t afford another treat for any visitor, here he had mates to share chores and actual time off to study and even relax, a luxury he never knew, let alone learned to manage, so he grew ever lazier, laughing at ‘lazy lickings’ like this three-tier hand-spanking, setting the worst example.
Luckily, gramps called Sir soon-after to check on his charge, apologized and explained, so the Sirs could confer to clean-up their act of applying appropriate adolescent-ass-arse-agony-abundance, senior Sir sending several sturdy straps (alas for his mates, not personalized) and scaring the squirt stiff he can be sent home for the weekend whenever Teodor feels his attitude abominable that week, gramps will gruadually counsel ‘snotty city-sissy’ Teodor on good old-fashioned farmer-firm discipline, priceless to perfect the properly-plentiful practice of puerile-pantsed-posterior-punishments, making Taavi feel ever more at home ‘light’, many mates meeting a more miserable manner of man-handling by meekly-mounted-mounds-meat-martyrdom, more and meaner!