The kitchen is never a good place to have attitude for any lad, but Alejandro does not care. His back chat earns him a spanking fitting for a kitchen.
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He finds himself over the counter getting a spanking with a griddle. This is easy to hand and smarts like mad as he finds out. His lovely smooth butt takes the swats well and the look on his face says this is working well.
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A clip with a difference, a spanking definitely being ladled out here. Its no surprise that at the end he sits down on the counter and looks very forlorn, next time he will think twice about any back chat and attitude.
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Ay, auch, Alex and his ayayaaaay big mouth! Actually it often serves him well, noted by teachers as the front-row student most often asking clever questions and giving astute answers, actually as smartly as the AAs-ace looks, and the applauded scoring star of the school’s sharp debate team. It just lacks an off-switch, for he simply can’t help wise-cracking when there’s nothing to gain, even at risk of another ‘smart Alec spanking’, which all his educators endlessly enjoy exacting as CP on the nicest naked naughty-knave-nates near or far, like bystanders blissfully beholding the beautiful brat’s becomingly-bared boyhood, the finest fellow-family-jewels from the fanciest family far-around.
Although the rich grandee uncle, in whose classy castle he and high-born knaves-kin spend all Summer as reward for good grades, has a sizeable servant staff to slavishly wait on all aristocrats almost as in the Ancien Régime, even an illegal immigrant each as flunky to livery-strip and spank as they sirely please, when a comital cousin asked them all to help serve festive, royally-overprized dishes from the city’s finest restaurant, decoratively wearing fancy-titled nameplates, inherited medals, ancestor-borrowed uniforms, sabres and so on as a great gala gig, as big benefit for Ukrainian war victims, lord uncle having added his kitchen staff to cook castle specialities too anyway, Alex boasted they could do even better by helping prepare family-recipe deserts in the castle kitchen first.
After an empoverished cousin warned a summer job experience proved that’s horribly-hard work, Alex wagered he would do great as incognito ‘hired’ kitchen hand in the extended restaurant crew, only to discover those are also illegal immigrants, hence subject to stripping and spanking as staff sirely see fit, which is hard and often, especially with a sexy stud like him, who can’t help himself “serving his super-spankable stripling-stern on a sterling silver platter” by wise-cracking every time. In the eerily-exposed end, he ended ear-dragged and upended ever-again, bare-brat-butt-battered brighter-red-hot then the biscuits-batter and humblehound-hiney-hided hotter then anything out of the overburdened ovens.
Nevertheless, Alex won his bet, as the clueless chef ruled him good enough, unlike most illegals, to be re-hired at later major gala event catering. Now his losing cousin must not only chip in a second month’s allowance, a small discomfort as he normally saved up over half, but(t) also stand in as Alex’s flunky on the family’s traditional Saturnalian August 1, the annual only day-off for real flunkies. Generous and cheeky as usual, Alex intends to share his ‘fancy fated flunky’ with comital-blooded castle mate kinsman, all adolescent aristocrats as avid and able to actively apply the ancestral azote all-too-usually agonizing their abject arses at-home as-here to another aristocrat ‘at par’, agreeing to take turns with Alex, who has his humblehound to hide himself the even half hours, merrily making most-sure their mate’s meekly-mounted-male-mutt-mounds-meat meets much more misery from either half then admired, ambitious Alex has heroically held-out hunderdfold he-hood-heeded heinie-hiding-horror to win worthily.
Alas for all of them, as the grandee uncle castle lord afterwards finds-out it’s all about a bet, and always angrily applies the azote abundantly to all-attire-abondoned anal areas for any act of gambling, as all their accordingly-aching arses attested almost after arrival and playing puerile poker, punished by ‘strip poker’ scarlet-striping their soon-sizzling seats, sentenced second-time to severer-still spankee-sufferance-sessions the next day, stripped starkers before scolding senior Sir by their returned flunkies, who delight sneakily in the patriarch’s further command to copy the curs’ customary cruelty in copious clothless castigation, liberally laying-on the lash lava-lividly for long-lasting leathering of the lined-up lewd louts’ lower-limbs and lots of lickings lasting long-enough to ‘let the louts learn lasting lessons’ lining-up in-between for long, licks-livened lectures over the learned lord’s lofty lap, lesson after lesson lingering under implement after abolutely-abject-adolescent-aristrocatic-adolescent-ass-arse-agonizing-attribute assuring appropriate attrition after their ‘appalling anti-aristocratic asinine actions’.