Like all guys Lukasz seems to have a thing about taking his time in the bathroom, it should not take so long to get ready for filming but it does.
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So Teodor has to take matters in hand and show the lad what a delay means. So as soon as the door opens Teodor grabs the lad and gets him leaning over the bath and lands a few heavy swats.
The towel he is wearing is soon off and the lad is getting a great bare ass spanking.
Lukasz takes this hard lesson well and has a look on his face that says he will not be doing this again. His glowing ass shows the reason for this change in attitude, and its an attitude that all lads need to stop unless they want to find themselves in a similar situation.
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I’m hoping that one day Teodor will slip up, get caught and need a serious bare-bottom spanking of his own on that magnificent behind of his! And if Dimitry gave it to him, well that would really be something, wouldn’t it!
Home at the luxury villa, Lukasz rarely suffered bodily pains, except lazy aches and sports injuries, in both cases relying on a faithfull flunky for soaping him in the shower, soothing/relaxing massages, plaster, creme or whatever and the drone-dreaded diverting distraction thereafter, ususally making the knave strip for some sadistic game and/or sexual service, on top of ‘daily’ -mostly nocturnal ‘standard service’ servile submission to squirt-Sir.
Here in the House however, he has no flunky (rather finding himself expected to act like one over and over, obediently offering the orbs for ongoing ordeals) nor access to any paraphernalia, so seeks in showering and soaking some simpler soothing for his frightfully-frequent and fiery flogged-fanny-aches, far-longer to (over)compensate for lack of every other consolation – or distraction luxury, something he still misses almost half as much as the ability to sit comfortably, which he always assumed a minor part of his lavish birthright, but(t) will learn over time and teen-tail-torment here to covet keener then costlier comfort kinds one can easily forget about indefinitely, a blazenly-black-and-blue-beaten boy’s burning brat-butt being beyond-ignorable, often keeping a sorely-sorry-spanked squirt sobbing in bed, scared-stiff a shriller sound should be spotted by a Sir, sure to sentence the sounding scarlet-seat-sufferer to a supplementary savagely-severe spanking-session, submitting starkers, seen by similarly-spankable sleep-shortened squirt-peers, some smiling, some sympathizing.
So the sizzling-spankee-seat-sting-somewhat-soothing-shower-savouring sire-turned-servile-squirt is supremely shocked, simply stunned and shattered, when suddenly senior Sir sternly shouts to skip showering and scoot, sensing seemingly-silly, his sex-shaft standing-up scared-stiff siring-seed-swelling, swiftly softly submitting to the so-surely-spelled supplementary soon-stripping and stat-spanking session, sole solace: Sir seems satisfied to soundly smack sans-attribute.
Suddenly, finally, he stops feeling far-apart from fellow floggable-fledglings, from outsider becoming a House knave in naked naughtiness-nurtured nates and miserable mind moaning meekly-man-mounds-mounted, ready to caringly commiserate with crimson-coned comrades: ‘tourist’ playtime is over, his abject asinine arse on the lava-lividly-lashed line like theirs, longing to learn licked-louts-life-lessons like them how the please their brutally-bared-brat-butt-beating betters or at least displease them less. He’s red-rearing-ruefully ready to eat humble-pie as humblehound all-round, worrying about their next spankings as soon as the sting is his steadily-spankable-squirt-seat somewhat subsides, seeking to sweetly show superiors-savored submission, seen by spankable-similars as same scared-stiff-shivering sort, seeking solely to stand the standard of juniors, to stern Seniors’ and Sires’ satisfaction.