Even though it is the holiday season Matthew could not keep out of trouble for a few days. Dimitri who is usually in high spirits is really annoyed and has to deal with the lad in the best way, a good traditional over the knee spanking.
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Life would be a lot easier for Matthew if he behaved himself, but he cannot manage even the holidays without messing up. A good start on the jeans gives way to the set on the figure hugging boxers. Matthew is moaning and has to reach round to try and protect his rear, but Dimitri is not going to stop.
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A good bare ass spanking ends this seasonal spanking for this wayward guy. Will he make it all the way to twelfth night without messing up again? Let’s wait and see!
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After several days of dark and gloomy weather and even more dark and gloomy news, it was the kipper’s knickers to log on to JS this morning and find young Matthew getting his bottom well and truly smacked! And laid over the knee in, first of all blue jeans and then oh YES!! Short and truly figure-hugging black Calvin Klein boxer-briefs, the most perfect spankingwear! You can’t beat a good, old-fashioned over-the-knee spanking at the end of the day and this morning’s episode screams that fact from the very heights of Spankers’ Heaven!
We have seen Matthew recently in some slightly slacker briefs, albeit coloured pants and spankably short – and they are great! But this morning’s selection from what we have learnt by now is Matthew’s well-stocked pants-drawer, takes a lot of beating! And I guess, in a different sense, you could say that is exactly what is happening, LOL!!!
Thank you, BBFC! This is spanking at its bum-smackingly brilliant best!
There seems to be no end to poor prize-puppy Matthew’s utterly-undeservedly-upended ‘seasonal comeuppances’ misery: with all other knaves gone home or to campus events for the holidays, all Dimitri’s meanly-bored attention focuses on his absolutely-abjectly-available angelic-adolescent-allAAs-arse, agonized and attire-abandoned again and again.
Previous Dimitri-day, he had his hapless humblehound-heinie horribly-harshly hell-hot-heated for ‘wearing his elf hat the wrong way’, whatever that means, it’s probably a passepartout; this morning moment-one he’s meanly ‘promised’ pitiless pantless-posterior-pain-purple-pounded punishment for wearing none, although Teodor agreed to let all knaves box their hats yesterday.
After this swiftly-swatted, supreme-stripling-seat-soreness-spelling ‘stripping warmup’, he’ll be wearing reindeer antlers bare-balls (nothing else, with little heating except hell on his hell-hot-hits-heeps-hard-handled hurdies) and fetch each implement in turn to suffer on all four, to ‘earn his elf hat back’, only to fetch all attributes again, same order of woods and leathers, on naked knees for frockless fanny-floggings over furniture, OTK, corner time, next furniture … This painfully-protracted process is probably taking ‘carroling’ care of most of Dimitri’s ‘bored day’, beating bared-boarder-boy-bottom black-and-blue, blazingly blistered.
Sir still contemplates how to interrupt it for one or more sessions when Matthew can do all the chores, in his mates’ collective absence (mostly getting it good at home), elf hat on again, boxers-on-ankles-only, doubtlessly direly deserving of dejectedly-dick-dangling-deemed-dogsbody-derriere-dermis-dearly-dooming ‘due deserts’ dished-out to diehard discipliner Dimitri’s dulls-days-distracting delight.