Teodor has been out again and this time he has found Lukasz. Back at the apartment it looks for a moment that Lukasz is having second thoughts before he bends over the table, so Teodor can start the session off.
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You can quickly see that the interesting hairstyle that Lukasz has is worthy of a spanking on its own merit. The choice of red T-shirt and underwear might be a Lukasz hinting at what he thinks his butt will end up like, and he is not far wrong. For a first spanking Lukasz takes what
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Teodor is dishing out well, even if he is moaning all the time. Its clear that the spanking has hit the mark as by the time his boxers are down his ass is already glowing nicely. This is a great debut for this lad, however, I am not sure if he will be back.
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He really needs to have his bum made as red as his underwear.
Typically, knaves are sent to the House as part of an affordable study deal, minimalizing costs per term (Spartan conditions were good enough to raise the arguably best warriors in Antiquity, after all) and risk of repeat, because study funds are scarse due to modest means or mean scroog patriarchs, but(t) Lukasz’s affluent family can call him spoiled-rotten, given the small fortune spent on the education of any of their silver spoon boys, which in the case of this lazy knave never yielded much: thrown off three public and four private schools and dumped by all twenty tutors before he graduated from gynasium four years behind his age, unlike his (nearly-)timely-graduated cousins, who still enjoy the darn daredevil’s company like all his playmates, he’s the popular-born happy type that makes friends easily, without actually deserving them, taking everything in life as a mere game to be won by maximal fun for minimal effort: fuck the future, the family fortune feels like a fallback-for-life.
His first term in military academy, only entered thanks to father calling a mortgage marker on a general, ended with earliest the walk of shame in the institute’s history, having disgraced the cadet uniform in more ways then records dare elaborate, yet no fellow cadet actually feels ashamed to have been his frolicking friend, despite many having been lined-up for flogging(s) besides him in about every instructor’s office and most other places.
His halved allowance (advance from a trust fund) still was lavish enough to stay in the nightlife, even to treat mates to tickets and drinks, as he did for Sergio, whom he befriended at a (crashed) campus event. After the latter presented him to Matthew and he told the story to Teodor, they and senior Sir concocted a plan which Lukasz’s father approved: his trust fund allowance is frozen, neither cut nor paid, and dad pays ‘extra’ his House fee plus generous tutoring fees to Matthew and Sergio, who get the daredevil to sign up voluntarily for the dare of his life, entering the House for as long as he gets passing grades in their college’s drama course, earning half the equivalent of his allowance as bonus after every passing term.
So senior Sir went to collect his atypical charge and arriving home immediately took charge of his grooming, pointing out a ‘pony’ third tail is out of the question: knaves get into enough spankable trouble failing to toil their tail off and twice as badly for foppishly following ‘for fun’ their toy tail, both requiring baring and upending the brat’s business-end eerily-exposed to elders-enjoyed educative endurances. As a modern cadet he could only be made to bend-over fully-uniformed for half a dozen with the pace stick, here he haphazardly learns that a lowly lad’s licking for lewdness is limitless to the lusty liking of his lasher, blossoming-boyhood-beheld by beatable boys and butt-beating betters as a bad-behaved-barked brat’s bottom is bared to be bountifully beaten black and blue or blazingly blistered, begetting boyish bawling and better-behavior-bonds beyond belief.
Since he takes it surpringly well, meeting meekly-mounted-male-mounds-misery ‘manly’, without whimping or backtalk, it may be fascinating to watch how such atypical motivation, a dare without actual academic ambition but(t) with a champion cash-prize, will work out at campus and in the House, interacting with more regular rascals, including beneath-BBs-bare-balls-bottom-boy-butt-beating-bound buddy-tutors and two trouserless-tush-torment-training-tending thrasher-Sirs feeling it full-on-fair to frockless-fledgling-fanny-flail full-force firstly for financially-furthering fees and furthermore a ‘fair share’ of flogger-fun ‘for their enless educator efforts’.
I have to say that when I first saw young Lukasz’s insolent, truculent expression, I wanted to smack him across both sides of his face then take his trousers down, lay him across my knee and spank his bottom until, as Khakibum has suggested, it was as red as his underpants!
The boy is quite vocal in his responses to getting his bum smacked, but what concerns me is that, at the same, he seems to find the process of being bent over and spanked rather amusing. That needs to b knocked out of him in no uncertain fashion! He looks to me like a lad who needs taking down a peg and I reckon the best way to do that will be through the humiliation of him being laid over the knee! Let’s hope to see that next time he gets spanked!
If he was advised as Radek was, that he shouldn’t wear white underpants for his first BBFC spanking, he has certainly submitted to that advice! Red underpants are a bit of a rarity with all spanking studios, but today’s selection from Lukasz’s pants-drawer suggests that he looks like being a confirmed coloured underpants-wearer. I have the impression there is no likelihood of him ruining a clip with white boner-killers – at least I hope there isn’t!