Teodor is far from happy at the state of the kitchen and decides to deal with Lukasz in the best way possible. By the looks of it Lukasz was on the way out as he is wearing shorts, quite a healthy lad.
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But that makes no difference to Teodor and he gets the lad over the counter and starts to wake his ideas up. Lukasz has a super butt and in the tight shorts he has that spankable brat look. They are soon down and the tight black boxers again show off this lad’s assets well. Teodor is more intent on teaching a lesson and by the look on the lads face, it’s a lesson that getting though.
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A final bare ass spanking and Lukasz is not looking quite as chipper as he did at the start. It’s been a good session for this particular brat. .
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Utterly used to paid staff at the villa, and sicophantic flunkies everywhere else, doing all chores for him, completely concentrating on conversation and entertainment with mates, lazy luxury-lad Lukasz only knows the few chores his (only) cadet academy term trained, hence is clueless about kitchen hygiene and didn’t think of asking his roommate for advice how to do such chores to sirely satisfiction.
Like academic lacunes on campus, in the House this is a kind of ignoble ignorance knaves’ humblehound-hides pay dearly for, harvesting heeps of harsh hits, promptly paternalistically prescribed to piously present the penitential poor-performer-puerile-posterior perfectly-perilously for a pittiless, plenty, protracted portion of pittiful-to-proper-performance-pressing pristine-pink-to-pained-purple-painting pants-down punishment.
Perhaps perplexing, putting-up with pantsing and painful punishments for ‘petty’ performance problems is the part the pup patiently proves prepared-for better then the ‘proud’ positioning of punitive protocol. After all, at home his pants (or all clothes) are taken-down while he stands by a page flunky, for his lazy convience (changing, go to bed, hygiene …) or sexual service, in cadet academy sycophants played the page part and one was ordered to assume the punitive position head-down, here he must stand for a whacking and first drop shorts himself, then have his boxers yanked-down by Sir, yet resuming the erect position he still gets a spontanenous erection from, as-always agreeably associating it bare-balls with blowjob-enjoyment, by-now bewildered he begins to become bashfull of his barely-betters-beheld boyhood, beyond boner-blossoming, his barely-bad-behaved-brat-buttocks-and-boy-hole becoming the brightly-burning business-end of bitterly-busily-bared-bottom-biting bad-boy-behaviour-bettering by brutal bumbler-bum-black-and-blue-beating.
He’ll get ample opportunity to turn and learn, for after bare-balls kitchen-cleaning catch-up chores, senior Sir shall send him, shivering stripped-starkers, to fetch successive implements to intimately-intimidatingly clutch CP-conveniently between his clothless-klutz-cones during chores in other rooms, cracked-down copiously causing ‘cute’ crimson-cur-cones in countless cases of clumsy-cleaning-correction, to his humbler House-mates’ delight to be exercized over and over all-over on all Teodor-days the next two weeks, halving their CP-risky chores-rosters, so his room elder is permitted to put-on petty portions of (scarse) soothing creme before bed, to his surprise like other juniors he gets it OTK, starkers, soft Sir staring at his spontaneously-scare-similarly-seed-swollen-sex-shaft-stiffie and savouring the same stirred by sensing stripped-subject-squirt-skin-&-seminal-swelling stroking soothing Sir’s.