Teodor goes to get a soda and guess what, it’s all gone. Left with just an empty bottle he is far from happy. The culprit is Matthew and the lad is called in to face the music.
Standing at the scene of the crime Matthew gets the paddling that he rightly deserves. Of course using things and not replacing them is something a lot of lads do and for some reason never seem to learn to correct.
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Shorts down and the red boxers hug the lad’s ass, they show it off well and when Teodor grabs them and pulls them up a bit into a wedgie the result is wonderful.
Of course the bare ass spanking is what Matthew really needs, and gets, and his smooth little butt gets the paddle treatment. In the end the lad walks away looking hurt and Teodor is left to a glass of water. Has Matthew learned a lesson, possibly.
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CoVid college campus contamination is such a bitterly-boys-butts-biting bitch! Teodor expected to lift Matthew’s punitive regime, back to ‘soft spanking’, after Christmas exams, but(t) quarantaine-causing contaminations cleared the clever kid’s campus, college closed completely, short of safely-sickness-spared staff to sit serious exams.
So no senior Sir’s sweet sirely smart sweetie-pardon this year either, only a long holiday in the house, most mates still studying, so-long making him the only permanently-present poor plentifold-pained butt of both bosses’ bully business, bitching, baring and bountifull beatings, working out on his adorable, always-absolutely-abjectly-agony-available adolescent-all-AAs-angel-arse their frequent financial frustrations over costly CoVid-contamination consequences.
Constantly crushed by conscious culpability and cringing crimson-coned, the quasi-Confucian-completely-compliant cutie can’t quite cope with this cruel, CCs-conform CP-collecting condition, constantly craving for consolation colas. Customarily it clears his copper-throat and a cool can calms cream-like cruelly-crimson-covered cur-cones, kept-ready copiously in the kitchen.
Currently, cash-costs-cuts constrain cola can consumption considerably. Caught holding the last-seen can to his castigated cones, cutie catches curs-cursing senior Sir’s cruel attention, called to come contritely cope with copious castigation, converting his clothless cones ‘Christmassy’ cola-can-cover-crimson, ‘counting coups’ completes the Christmas-twist as CP-controlled carrol-cries conjuring jingle-bells joint jingle-balls.