By now Evzen should know the rules of the house, but like all lads he is in a world of his own. Wandering into the kitchen, where Teodor is on the hone, wearing only a towel and diving into the fridge for a snack is something he should know is not allowed.
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Teodor is in no mood to just let this pass and reprimands the lad as he makes him stand by the counter and get a spanking. This is the only way to make lads understand what the rules are and obey them in the future. As the session goes on it is clear that Evzen is getting not only a hot ass but a hard dick and struggling to understand whats going on.
Always great to see guys questioning themselves as to why they are horny when spanked. But no matter the questions he is soon in the zone and dumps a load on the kitchen floor. With his ass glowing after the paddling Evzen is told to go, Teodor is stuck for words when he sees what’s happened, the lad goes to his room to try and work out what happened.
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Still feeling ‘robbed’ of his sugar daddy funds, Evzen firmly felt ‘evidently entitled’ to endless effectively-exacting copious compensations in candy kind, helping himself to extra shares of treats, which the juniors let him get away with, taking turns sacrificing a meagre treat-share, hoping to keep him ‘off their (bare-beatable brat) back(side)s’, until Matthew’s sub-Sir-elevation offers them fair-share redress.
Meanwhile, the rude robber got so used to gaily getting away with such sweet-tooth self-service, he ‘helped himself’ shamelessly and spontaneously, even in senior-sirely presence, which was noticed, not ignored, hence strict Sir seized the opportunity to practice plentifully pounding the paddle-leather. Sir hadn’t used it for quite a while, but(t) seeing it polished properly-painstakingly by a puisne puppy promised a ‘particularly pittiless plus-pounding’ for any perfection-perturbation with any attribute in the ass-arse-agony-affliction-arsenal readily rekindled fond masterly memories of wielding it before his House days happily-hard-handedly as handler of army training for off the record, plenty of punisher-pleasuring privately-private-privates-privacy-privated pantless-posterior-pink-to-pain-purple-poundings.
So after checking ever-errant Evzen’s repeat-offender-raids rudely reocurring really-respectlessly right-here, the rigid rearer readily realizes right-there ruthless regime-respect-restoration is really required, right-away and regularly. So the rotten rascal is rapidly read the riot-act, receiving right-on a rebel-rear-red-raw-rearing-sample-reminder,
but(t) it’s only the overture to an ongoing obediently-offered-ogre-orbs-ordeal on-all-four after dinner, as disrobed-derriere-dolefully-damning due deserts-dessert-doom, when the blunt thief must crawl naked past all other knaves several times around as they pass-on in turn belt, hickory-paddle, tawse, switch and martinet for two dozen from each, finally each abused junior gets another vindictive go with the weapon of their choice for half an hour, such sweet revenge sans sugar daddy, while Evzen gets no more candy-share, completely confiscated as ‘contrite’-commanded refugee boys charity contribution for the duration of the Ukrainian war plus a year.