Teodor has been out and around again, looking for some new faces. This time he has been lucky and found a candidate close by. After a discussion and a deal agreed, the lad heads back to the apartment with Teodor.
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The lad has never been spanked before and he is slightly nervous but that does not stop Teodor getting him OTK and laying on a good set. Jeans and then underwear get the treatment and the red glow is starting to show nicely round the edges of his boxers, the heavy hand is doing well.
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Then a bare ass finale and Evzen has been introduced to the team. The way he scampers from the room might say that this is enough for him, will he come back? We will have to wait and see.
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I would certainly enjoy seeing Dimitri give Teodor a bare bottom spanking he wouldn’t soon forget!
Now, that would be something to see!
I agree absolutely
So Evzen has never been spanked, eh? That makes him part of a phenomenon that seems to have been infecting the Western Hemisphere (the Eastern having MUCH more sense in matters of domestic and school discipline!) for around the past three decades! Go back to the 60s and 70s and the likelihood of encountering a young lad (or girl, for that matter) walking around proclaiming that he’d never had a spanking would have been rare indeed! And we’re not just talking about hand-spankings here – at that time the slipper, leather belt, sandshoe, wooden spoon and even the cane were well-known instruments of punishment in many homes throughout the UK! Their stinging ministrations were part of young Britons’ folklore, forming the basis of many daily conversations – it was a rare and lucky youngster who escaped them!
Hence my surprise at Evzen’s unspanked state, as I should have put him at the older end of the realistically spankable age-group. That said, what a bottom he has to smack! And I cannot fault his choice of underpants! For me, the removal of a boy’s trousers is the moment of truth, as that is when I find out if he wears coloured underpants or is going to bore me to death with a pair of white boner-killers – OK for the stage, perhaps, but definitely NOT OK to be worn as spankingwear! Well – no such worries in young Evzen’s case – these tight black boxers are the perfect choice of punishment underpants – a conscious choice or otherwise! If we are going to see more of Evzen, then I’m looking forward to seeing what other treasures nestle in the depths of his pants-drawer!
Evzen was certainly thrown in at the deep end when Teodor laid him over his knee for his very first spanking, spiced with what I know only too well to be the exquisite pain of some ear-pulling! OWWW!! But, in the immortal words of Cilla Black, ‘Something tells me’ that we haven’t seen the last of him…
Evzen (Czech for Eugen, from the Greek for ‘well- or high-born’, but(t) nomen est omen didn’t apply, no such luck) arrives at the house older then most knaves -yet will be given that most spankable junior status, for starters- despite being a decent, reasonably-behaved B-average student, as his dirt-poor family couldn’t possibly put a boy through college, in fact he was considered spoiled-rotten as his brothers and cousins toiled their tails off on double shifts (like himself before and after classes) in the family’s unlicensed sweatshop (hence-illegal repairs, dodgy moving, handyman … anything for cash half-price, satisfaction guaranteed or spank the ‘scoudrel squirt’ ad lib, like on his paper round, which several men subscribed to mainly to put him OTK BA daily, he still can’t look at a newspaper or magazine without flinching his fanny) to let him finish (under-financed & -staffed, badly-equipped) gymnasium, and as ‘least dumb in his class’ be picked for a parrish & sponsor scholarship at college, only to see that cancelled after his first year due to firm delocation to Asia, yet refused to return home and saved up for his second year as escort, thus met a sugardaddy who enjoyed his often-spanked-&-fucked arse enough to ‘take him in’ all Summer -, Christmas – and Easter holidays long and to foot his house – and college fees.
So Teodor expected him well-prepared, particularly for posterior punishment, but(t) was baffled, beyond-belief infuriated to find the fiendish fellow faking ‘fanny-flailing-virginity’, fating the foolishly-flabbergasting fibber to firmer then full-force flagellation, a festival of furnace-fierce fiery floggings featuring the full field of firmly-flying flails.
This near-symbolical hand-spanking OTK, that could have been a gentle, intimate ‘learn your place’ initiation, won’t do, wickedly-wayward weaseling wakes the wise wish to work-up wretchedly-wriggling-worm-worshipfulness by a woefully-warmer-then-warm ‘welcome-warming’, wielding whips and woods wickedly-well-whooping, stripped in front of his new mates, who will in turn chose and fetch an implement to be laid on by both Sirs twice his age in turn, and by the fetcher another dozen, no naked corner time but ten minutes over a knave’s knee passed-down after each flogging, his tender-tanned tail their thrashing-toy all night after the full-arsenal flailings feuilleton.