Viktor is leaning out the window watching what’s going on in the street. Trouble is it’s one of those bright cold days that autumn brings and even though he is only wearing a Tshirt and boxers the apartment is freezing cold.
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Dimitri goes mad when he sees this, not just because of the temperature but the cost of the heating bill, so he sets about warming the lad up the best way possible, a paddling.
Some good swats on his boxers start things off and by the time they come down Viktor has a glowing butt.
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Dimitri knows how to paddle a lad and any lesson across well. With his butt throbbing Viktor heads off quickly, so quickly he forgets his boxers – maybe his ass is warm enough not to need them.
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What a fantastic start to Thursday morning, to see young Viktor, once again perhaps unwisely standing around in his underpants, and then being led by his ear to ‘the seat of learning’ and forced to bend over it and have his very prominent bottom smacked hard with Dimitri’s very functional-looking paddle!
I don’t recall whether we’ve seen Viktor in this particular pair of boxer-briefs before, but as spankingwear, he couldn’t have made a more perfect selection from what we know to be a well-stocked pants-drawer! Short enough to frame the lad’s bottom beautifully for smackng, a great shade of blue, with a lovely sheen that seems to enhance the boy’s spankability! I would love to see him laid over the knee in them! Possibly he has been before now – if so, my apologies for not remembering.
Just every so often I find myself thinking, are our spankers maybe a little hard on the boys? But then the sensible part of me kicks in and says, don’t be ridiculous, van Spanking! Boys need discipline and the number of times we see Viktor taken in hand for a good spanking shows that very clearly! Nature endowed lads with buttocks for the express purpose of punishment – that is quite evident from the way their bums are fleshily padded and packed with nerve ends! Perfect for the administering of a time-honoured remedy for naughty behaviour! I suspect that boys have been getting smacked ever since they had bottoms!
On this occasion, Viktor looks as though he’s learned his lesson, but then he always does! Time will tell…
After Teodor explained to Dimitri there’s hardly any point in ‘study motivating’ a bovine brain like Viktor’s, one might expect his academically AAs-averted asinine ass-arse should stop suffering serious super-risk of stripping and severe spankings study-sake, but(t) the bumbling bratt is born to bodily embody two maximes: there’s no limit to human ‘bovine’ stupidity and everything comes at a price, ‘biting one in the arse’, especially a dumb one’s jumbo-rear.
Despite a patriotic (=Brexit spinning) effort to support the Glasgow COP26 host country’s climate-care-consciousness captain-status, which the Sirs’ house supports by substituting for airco on hot days by ordering the knaves to stay starkers indoors, shorts-only outdoors except where a specific dress code applies (there commando), without compensating for swats-tariffs based on at-least-partially clothed castigation, while Teodor convinced Viktor’s school to make that shorts-commando-only on hot days, the numbskull still didn’t catch on the (inter)national effort is to save fossile fuel faithfully, so Dimitri (who probably cares more for the cash cost anyway) was fully-furious to fucking find the fuckup-wayward whippersnapper ‘willfully’ wasting warmth at a wide-opened window.
While the worthlesss, wickedly-wastefull worm wriggles woefully-wailing-woken when well-whooped, praying in vain his profusely-pain-purple-paddle-pounded posterior passed plenary punishment, perhaps plus the principal’s preferred privacy-privated-perky-puerile-privates-pinching-pleasure, pouting pitifully-perplexed at the proclaimed pitilessly-protracted painful proper-punishment program:
from now on, on all days in heating-season, he has to fetch this ponderous paddle each morning after the others get drssed and each evening before bedtime, boxers-on-ankles, getting a paddle-dozen ‘reminded of his task’ before shuffling his round to inspect each window and other warmth-outlet in the house, reporting each open one and the fellow knave responsible, who’ll get a trouserless three-tail-tawse-torrent-torment to true tears, or if none is found that round Viktor gets the same on his own asinine ass-arse.