Hynek should be aware of the rules of the house by now, he had enough lessons. But there he is walking around in a towel, chatting on the phone without a care in the world. Of course, Dimitri sees this, and he wonders what goes on in these lads’ minds.
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There is only one way to deal with this and that’s to give Hynek another lesson in the rules of the apartment. Bending the lad over the table he sets about paddling him.
The towel is soon off and what a sight is revealed.
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The position is ideal and the lad’s butt is shown in the perfect position, what a glorious shape that is. The colouring up tells that the rules are being bought home well to this forgetful lad.
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Hynek was raised to really respect his esteemed educating elders (enjoying eerily-exterimities-exposed endurances endlessly) and obey (ordeal-offering the orbs) his betters (about every other male too), which he tries as hard here, honestly, as the heathenish hidings he got if any somehow felt disrespected or poorly, slowly … obeyed, which was often and harsh enough to grow a rhino-leather humblehound-hide the hard way (heeps of hell-hot helplessly-heightened-hiney-hits, haphazardly-humbly having hardship-harvested hard-ons like his happily-horse-hung-he-hood-heeding, haughty hiders hail hornily) and odediently offer it for orbs-ordeals on order, even on a wicked whim, finding his fledgling-fanny flailed frockless far more often then average peers for the same sins, and his OTK-ride-lectures lasting lustily longer as well, the fine-fun-floggable fate of the finest physique-fellows according to his guy uncle and most (over)enthusiastic discipliner, forecasting a fine, ‘funnily-flogged’ future, which felt like coming painfully and perversely-proudly true at home, schools and here in the house, yielding good grades and adjusted attitude, albeit with residual room for improvement by relentless rascal-rear-red-raw-ravaging.
Although still as clueless as Jan (and this contributor for that matter) how an athletic, angelic-teen’s adorably-attractive anatomy, attire-abondoned yet privates-privacy-protected, allegedly offends even the prudest public where no positive dresscode applies, he always tries to remember covering his crack musculature, but(t) finds that easiest to forget, especially when reminded of home, where dropping trou on the spot or reporting towel-only for spanking Sir to rip-off was the ordinary overture to obediently-offered-orbs-ordeals.
The strongest homely-memory-trigger here is a call from above his gay uncle, as long home holidays approach invariably to promise his favourite fun-floggable knave lodger a double, willfully-wicked woefull woodshed whipping, half way to hell and back the second day, any excuse will do and lord father never questions it meriting a two-day punitive visit to his eagerly-awaiting brother (the night spent off the sawhorse as freshly-flailed naked bed toy), today on account of his unsatisfactory reports home, lacking lovely lowly-lout-lower-limbs-lava-livid-lashing pictures or videos. Reading nemesis uncle’s number, Hynek instinctively stripped and toweled-up before answering respectfully with only yessirs and thankyousirs, but soon heard his chores-alarm-app and hurried to help his mate, realizing his error only when he spotted Dimitri -on damned duty that dire day- the domestic-discipline-destined dude decided to do the decent thing, rendering sure his phone recorded-live the reliably ‘respectless rascal’ rebel-rear-raw-reddening results to relish his uncle, happy holidays, which won’t spare him either woodshed whipping, but(t) maybe allows him longer off the sawhorse if uncle heeds and hears how hotly his humblehound hottie handles homely hiding here.