Teodor has a special treat he keeps for those days when he needs to chill and relax. Butt when he goes to get one there is a lot less than there should be, someone has been helping themselves over the previous few weeks when Teodor is out of sight.
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Lukasz is called and asked if he has been helping himself behind Teodors back. Of course, he denies it, although the evidence is clear. The only way to deal with this is a good paddling OTK, a first for Lukasz, but a favourite of Teodor for dealing with wayward lads.
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By the time he has worked his way down to the lad’s bare ass, after Shorts and boxers, it is glowing well and the price Lukasz is paying for helping himself is clear, no wonder he jumps up at the end and scurries away struggling to pull up his shorts.
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My, my! I said that I thought that the next time Lukasz got smacked, he should be laid over the knee, and it seemed like BBFC thought so too! He looks like the kind of boy who needs that special humiliation that the OTK position brings and it seems to have wiped the smirk off his cheeky face that was rather a notable feature of his first punishment! His first time laid across the knee, eh? Well, the gods of Spankers’ Heaven being willing, it won’t be his last, by any means!
The severity of the discipline administered to young Lukasz seems to have been ramped up a few notches, with the leather paddle being well and truly laid on across the boy’s firm, well-rounded bum! The short black boxer-boxer briefs (my third all-time favourite colour for spankingwear!) offer the lad no protection from the paddle’s stinging attentions, as is evident from the redness of his very bare bottom when his pants are finally taken down! Good to see that the sit-spot is as red as the lad’s backside, guaranteeing that sitting down is going to be a highly uncomfortable experience for a while – in fact I can see Lukasz having to spend tonight lying in bed on his tummy! Well-deserved, I’m sure – I’m not expressing any sympathy for his predicament!
The naughty boy scampers away from the scene of his punishment, his face, demeanour and the hastiness of his departure without even the formality of pulling his boxer-briefs up, highly indicative of deep humiliation as well as of the pain of corporal punishment! As one who by early adulthood practically had knee-shaped grooves in his tummy, I can empathise with that embarrassment, the special embarrassment caused by being laid across the knee to get a smacked bottom and not engendered by any other way of bending over -say over the desk, over the chair or having to bend over and touch your toes! No, there’s something far more humiliating about having to bend over the knee to be spanked!
Lukasz looks thoroughly chastened after a good, hard spanking, spiced with some ear-pulling, and he gives the impression of a lad who has learned his lesson! But we’ll wait and see on that one – goodness knows, we’ve seen it all before…
While Lukasz still enjoyed his lofty allowance, the many places where he was a regular big spender made a habit of simply adding what he took without ordering, value doubled for ‘flexible service’, to his monthly or seasonal tab, so he rarely remembered carrying heeps of cash and thus now wasn’t even aware Teodor’s ‘treat’ decanter is no free option but(t) a jealously-guarded treasure, no (new) knave dreamed (except as worst nightmare) of touching it twice after Teodor pittilessly-plentifully pain-purple-paddled them pantless half way to hell for this ‘high treason theft’, doubling their discipline doses for at least a month.
Worried the wayward whippersnapper went-off-the-way wickedly-soon with worthy whisky, the wise worshipfulness-waker went for wickedly-well whielding whips whooping whiskey-worth-while warmest-warning-wise. Lining-up the least-lowly-lads, he lets lay on leather after leather on the lewd-lout’s-lower-limbs long and lengthy, loads of lash-licks landing lava-lividly, lecturing the lads the least-livid-lasher learns licking less-light the leathered-way too. Each leathering-lash is bountifully brined, its intimidating impact on the bare-balls-booze-bandit assessed by already-afire-ass-arse-additionally-agonizing-action, an as-he-was half and another smashing-in second salting by senior Sir.
While such finer details are wasted on rookies like Lukasz (plentifully preoccupied with the persisting piercing pain in his poor profound-purple-pounded posterior, while his palet is perplexingly poor for a pricy-premium-products-prone priviliged purse-past), fine liquors connoisseur Sergio can tell if not the quality as such, the price class of the ‘burglared booze booty’ from the fulminator’s fanatical fury in full-force-flogging the frockless finger-fiend-fanny ‘furnace-fried’, and in this costly case with great old oak-barrel-aged aromas knows everyone will have another go laying on wood implements, twice, first the resident arsenal, then each cuts a fresh switch to be assembled to Sir’s rod of wrath, which the bringer of the ‘sissier’ sally shall soon suffer first.
Sergio smirkily savours senior Sir staging this in the living, so he can slip into the crime site for a safe sip of the sinfull stuff each time it’s his turn to fetch, he’ll even reward unsuspecting Lukasz with a somewhat-consoling swipe of soothing creme.