Teodor is quietly reading when in wanders Radek chattering away on the phone ruining the peaceful afternoon he was enjoying. There is the whole apartment to chose from and Radek happens to want the same space as Teodor, not a wise idea.
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Grabbing the lad and bending him over the table Teodor lays on a few swats with his book to make it clear why he is annoyed. Then he grabs the paddle and lays on some great swats, the paddle has a message all of its own. Going through trousers and underwear Radek finds out the hard way that respecting the peace and quiet is a far easier and less painful way to go about the day.
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Watching Radek get paddled like this is great as his ass is presented well and colours up well. Suitably spanked Radek is told to go away and keep quiet, which he is relieved to do .
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WOW!! Young Radek has not been around our screens for very long but he already has some phenomenally spanky videos under his belt (come to think of it, Radek under THE belt would be something to see!)!
I just LOVE the positioning here! It brings back memories of my own wayward youth and being made to bend over the dining-room table in my briefs to receive the smarting ministrations of the leather belt, administered as an alternative to the spanking slipper when more strict discipline was required! In Radek’s case it allows us a good sighting of the waistband of his underpants! I always think that the three best ways to find out what colour underpants a boy is wearing are, first and foremost when he takes his trousers off, for instance to change into short sports shorts or, even better to be smacked on his underpants; secondly when he hunkers down or better still, bends over, allowing you not only to see the waistband of his pants but also to feast your eyes on the lusciously taut curves of his buttocks; thirdly when he has holes in the seat of his trousers! I’m not much of a one for boys sagging, which I find loutish and slovenly! Radek has so far shown himself to be a committed wearer of coloured underpants and has, moreover, the knack of selecting from his pants-drawer pairs of boxer-briefs that are the perfect length to frame his pert, cheeky bottom beautifully for punishment! The black boxers (my third favourite colour for spankingwear after royal-blue and navy) somehow bring out the roundness of his bottom most deliciously!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! goes the spanking paddle across Radek’s naughty bottom! In the hands of an expert the paddle is a ferocious Weapon of Ass Destruction, and it is clear when Radek’s black underpants come down that Teodor is such an expert! The redness of the young rascal’s very bare bottom, together with his agonised facial expressions and his ineffectual attempts to defend his hindquarters from the punishing smacking of the paddle are eloquent testimony to Teodor’s ability to lay on a spanking!
Properly applied over a naughty boy’s bottom, the hard unyielding wood of the paddle leaves a smarting that can last for hours! And administered just before bedtime, it can guarantee an errant youth a night laying on his tummy, with only the lightest of coverings, and feeling very sorry for himself indeed! From Radek’s demeanour as he is allowed to straighten up off the table, it is clear that it isn’t only his bum that is smarting, but his ego too! Which, of course, is how it should be!
Radek is obviously keen to escape from the scene of his punishment, as he shuffles away in his underpants, as fast as the encumbrance of his jeans around his ankles permits him to! He gives the impression of a boy who has learned his lesson. However, we’ve seen it all before, haven’t we…
Warned by his House veteran roommate that Sirs don’t take kindly to any disturbance when trying to concentrate, ‘recruit’ Radek treads light barefoot, weary to displease his betters, never mind a spanking, but(t) like every male in his military family is always literally on call, and thoroughly tush-terror-trained to respond stat and clear-voiced, springing to absolute attention without hesitation, anything else would come close to desertion, the unthinkable crime in clan context. So when an elder uncle officer calls to inquire about his studies, notably the military relevance, he instantly and loudly reports in shouted soldier-style and sneered-at to speek up by the hard-hearing senior swiftly supplies Stentorian sound, soon sternly silenced by seething senior Sir’s sound silence-seeking stripping-stages-spanking.
When he later calls back home, sound-safely-secluded, to apologize for the severed call, his phone having been abruptly confiscated by strict Sir as telling prelude to his posterior punishment for knavish-naughty noise nuisance, but(t) no longer, Sir uncle doesn’t mind the day delay, even further defers the detailed data report to inquire intensely about the dispensed discipline, without questioning the preceptorial privilege of pittiless puerile-posterior-pain-purple-pounding at paternalistic pleasure, rather concerned it may be a bit ‘too civilian sissy’ to keep a clothless-cones-crimson-covering-castigation-customed clan cadet in lowly-lout-lower-limbs-lividly-licking line whenever needed, semi-satisfied with the shown sight of soundly-scarlet-smacked-squirt-seat-skin, so soon-speaking Sirs settle a supplementary stipend (half for the House per contract) for his room elder to double derriere-discipline-dispensed-doses from Sirs OTK before bed loco parentis as clan kids get at home standard after castigation at school and anywhere else. The completely-compliant cadet cub counts himself lucky, honored and cared-for keenly, content his CP-keen kin cares to cover the complementary costs to consistenly continue his cadet-cur-cones-crimson-castigation to copious clan-standard.