BBFC: Meet Pieter
In BBC’s new series, they also have a new format, when they can. The interview spanking is filmed and shown before the main event. Pieter for his interview gets the cane and gets it hard, dropping him in at the deep end.
As can be seen, he passes his interview well. Then on the day he turns up and tests the cane as if he is having second thoughts, but he gives in and adopts the position.
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The session that follows is a stunning caning that brings up some super welts on his ass. A super debut for Pieter and the new season
Some spoiled knaves just don’t know how good they have it untill confronted with painful alternatives. Pert puppy Pieter gets on good with his well-off father, who gives him everything he needs and more as long as he keeps up his decent grades, without need for CP, which isn’t even legal anymore in the bulk of the family’s Benelux home (European rules), so grounding is his worst disciplinary nightmare. Fascinated by the farming family’s bucolic Boer branch, reputed stuck in last century, Pieter eagerly writes and Skypes with his distant cousin Simon (another generation-alternating legacy name, in honor of paternal grandfathers as firstborn sons’ godfathers) in Stellenbosch (Cape Winelands), heir to a small, artisanal winery and steadily subject to strict CP, both at home and in boarding school. Pieter likes polite Simon’s positive attitude, but(t) can’t resist making macho fun of his ‘sissy sobbing’ when shown on Skype the studly stripling’s soundly-scarlet stripped stern, which he keeps asking for.
When Simon sighed he must miss out on a cool Summer exchange program with Pieter’s native Low Countries (from the Taal Unie, which unites Dutch-speaking countries and related languages like Pieter’s Afrikaans) as his father simply can’t afford to pay for board, Pieter immediately offered to put him up at home for free, which the fathers agreed to, provided Pieter stays at Simon’s during the southern hemisphere Summer (our winter). Pleased, Pieter promptly accepted, naively-hastily waving Simon’s warning that staying at his place also means accepting house rules, all enforced by fearsome CP, knavish guest globes get grilled as gruesomely-good as his own abject adolescent arse, also attire-abandoned, as he never actually attended any agonizing attribute-to-anal-area-affliction.
Only after arrival in Afrikaner ancestral area, Pieter learns rudely-rapidly the ruefully-rough RSA reality of rascal-rearing by ruthless-rebel-rear-red-raw-ravaging rod-rides, receiving a dozen on the bare right-away for failing to address his adult host as cued by Simon, who shows him a few willows by the brook requiring almost no pruning as he and all knavish farmboys must daily cut fresh switches as ‘budget cane’ for father and foreman to flog their fiery-flailing-fearful fledgling-fannies with, about fivefold daily for each to flog one frock-down with, and another willow across the brook already marked for fearfully fetching flailing-switches from by ‘Brabantian Pieter’, who suddenly-sorely-sadly, sensing the steadily-seathing-scarlet-striped-stern-sting-sensation, realizes it’s going to be a horribly-long heathenlishly-hot-heinie-hided Summer, steadily sorely-sorry sobbing sensing the scorpion-sting of sturdy spankings, sole solace Sir supplies soothing-cream for his sweet son Simon to softly smear on their simmering scarlet-seat-stripes.