He should be getting ready to go out but Jan is taking his time, he is still in a towel and chatting on the phone when he gets a coffee in the kitchen.
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Dimitri is shocked at this laid back approach and sets about the lad with the paddle. Getting him over his raised knee he paddles Jan The towel is soon off and that wonderful muscular butt gets the spanking treatment it needs.
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Jan struggles and kicks as his rear end gets hotter and he even has to reach round to try and protect himself. But Dimitri always carries on to the end no matter the protests. No surprise that jan fees the room quickly at the end.
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And again Dimitri strikes to teach sexy but lazy bottom of Jan a lesson
Jan still struggles desperately to learn Dimitri’s house rules, as they differ so weirdly from the pragmatical way he was raised and duly disciplined by dirt-poor-family-code.
Here he’s perched and paddled for phoning underdressed and dressing-up last minute,
at home knaves were woodshed-whipped for wearing anything without expressed order or permission, let alone their school or team uniform or precious ‘Sunday frock’, a clean towel would be a rare ‘over-dressed’ treat only the patriarch is used to, one either kept on his sweaty clothes from toil (when it’s not worth changing or rather undressing) or slipped into (just) indoor shorts worn to tatters handed-down longer then grandpa can remember, or most often remained bare-balls as long as one’s globes glowed from getting grilled gruesomely good, which was usually longer then needed to get whooped again.
Jan never feels more at home then OTK, as that’s how knaves learn everything in the barn bunkhouse, warnings and reminders included, or over an object for ‘proper’ floggings,
but(t) can’t make head or tail of this city-sissy perching, completely confused if he should stand straight like corner time (often hands folded in neck) or simply submit head hung-humbly down to ankle-level like OTK, and shivers scared-stiff he may seem willfully uncooperative as spankee, which at home was woodshed-wipping-worth half-way-to-hell.
Thank God for his kind, city-smart roommate, who avidly agrees to explain everything in private sessions, with bare-balls boorish bumpkin Jan shower-wet-starkers OTK, so he can concentrate on the lessons ‘homely-relaxed’.