Dimitri has to deal with Taavi again and his patience has worn very thin, he has decided to paddle the lad bending over the table.
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This impish little guy is always in trouble for something, he cannot manage to behave for a minute. Dimitri paddles the lad on jeans and boxers before getting down to Taavi’s fuzzy little bare ass and by this time the lad is complaining all the time.
Dimitri does a thorough job on the mischievous lad and even as he leaves at the end he gets that one last swat to bring the point home.
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Once again, it is a thrill and a pleasure to watch little Taavi being made to bend over to get his cheeky bottom smacked!
Although I love seeing young Taavi laid over the knee for a spanking (as I do any other boy, especially one wearing coloured underpants) I particularly enjoy watching him having to bend over, because being bent with his torso almost at rightangles to his smackable legs brings out the pertness of his bum most admirably!
Never one to take his punishment quietly, Taavi gasps and grunts his way through a smacking that might have brought tears to the eyes of a lesser boy, making repeated and ineffectual attempts to protect his smarting hindquarters and ease the pain brought about by Dimitri’s well laid-on spanking-paddle – culminating in that one hard SMACK! of dismissal as the little rascal scampers away from the scene of his well-deserved thrashing!
Being thoroughly experienced in the discipline of young lads, it always amazes me that Taavi never seems to learn his lesson! There again, with a boy as spankable as that, would I really want him to…?!
Although the knaves’ modest ‘keep contribution’ covers everything else, clothes are excepted, Sir being in charge only of ordering/yanking them on or (rather) off their abject arses, cloth comes covered from home in kind or cash.
Taavi always suspected his guardian (who tolerates no questions from kids, woefully woodshed-whipped for any such ‘backtalk’) of being a bit of a scrooge (in fact it’s a bad one), as his modest wardrobe is selected based only extremely cheap (not second- but(t) umpteenth-hand) and (thus proven) near-indestructible, never mind comfort, fashion or looks.
As underwear fabric is far less tough, he has standing orders from home, unless explicitly countered by spanking Sir, to take ‘drop trou’ as ‘all down, bare-balls’, yet Dimitri enjoys baring the blushing brats often himself, with up to a dozen swats on undies, as above, so to prevent those wearing out, his next holiday home Taavi saw his confiscated all at home, at least for this term, having to come commando as jockstraps are an ‘obviously frivolous waste’,
and Sir absolutely agreed after the scrooge wrote to simply give him that intermediate dozen trousers-on-knees before lowering-further and ad-lib add an eerily-exposed extra dozen for ‘aberrant attire’, adding Taavi’s though family ‘anyway always benefits from extra severity suiting super-solid-squirt-sterns’, as indeed all his and kid kin’s previous teachers and tutors had been happy to be told in writing and assumed true at a standard rate of extra half – or full implement dozens (and OTK) in primary viz. secondary classes.