BBFC: Sergio Off To A Bad Start

BBFC: Sergio Off To A Bad Start

Looks like Sergio is starting the year off on the wrong note. He is in trouble already, and he finds himself bending over the table getting a spanking.
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His cheeky grin is there as always, and it’s almost as if he enjoys the whole being naughty and trying to get away with it game, the game he loses every time.

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Dimitri deals with him without any fuss and makes sure that Sergio gets the point that he should mend his ways in this new year. A good spanking for Sergio and no doubt not his last.

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Dr van Spanking
Dr van Spanking
2 years ago

Oh, JOY! First spanking of the week to young Sergio!

It was the cat’s ass to log onto JS this morning to find Sergio being led to the table by his ear and forces to bend over it to feel Dimitri’s hard hand across his pert and prominent bottom! Tight blue jeans making him look especially spankable as he bends for the spanking he no doubt thoroughly deserves!

As his trousers were taken down after 150 hard smacks, I thought, Oh no, Sergio, NOT white boner-killers! But actually I think they are just very light grey or blue – I can’t decide which. As it happens, Sergio is one of those lads, who on the rare occasions we have seen him spanked over white underpants, he manages to wear them very smackably! And this particular pair is, as Sergio always seems to have on, the perfect length of boxer-briefs to frame his bottom for the strict discipline that Dimitri is laying on – good and hard! I guess I shouldn’t complain too much even when he does wear white pants. Having seen him smacked twice now in coloured briefs, the first time laid over the knee, I should be happy for those who do like to see boys smacked on white underpants, that they are getting what turns them on!

167 spanks later and down down come Sergio’s boxer for the last and severest part of his punishment! Or so the idea is! But the little rascal manages to give Dimitri so much trouble with smacking his very bare and well-reddened bottom that the poor guy gives up after 37 smacks! My goodness, I would soon sort the little scamp out! If he’d been mine, he’d have had his hands tied and been laid over my knee to have the spanking finished off – and with a good few added! Perhaps next time, we might see Dimitri make up for what the boy should have had across his bare bum on this occasion!

Fastifex
Fastifex
2 years ago

Although super-smart student Sergio stems from a sophisticated urban home, where spankings are fair and rare by house knave standards, almost without maintenance CP, it still shares seasonally, somewhat spankophile, one or two exceptions with compatriot Dimitri’s dire-discipline rough rustic rascal-rearing-regime traditions: both are brutally big believers in birthday spankings, starring the birthday brat-boy bawling and bouncing blazingly-bottom-blistered in birthday suit, and a kinky-devout derivate: the Nativity spankings series, which means during Christmastide (or later, till Candlemass) each knave’s family hosts at least one ‘Holy Family birthday’ party for all male family and friends, where one ‘Christchild’ knave (picked at patriarchal posterior-painer-pleasure; perkiest sexy stud Sergio was always chosen, to his brat-brothers’ grateful relief) awaits the guests diaper-only under the Christmas tree, serves refreshments and shivers shamefaced towards the last round, as the patriarch rips off his sole cloth before commanding the seasonal ‘due deserts dessert’ plate that lay besides him under the tree: it’s a dozen pomlazkas, cheerfully ribbon-decorated fresh-cut switches, then called “Saint Joseph’s rod”, for the guests to chose from and return after use, which is instant on the both-ends-blushing brat’s birthday suit, bashfully-bare-balls-beheld bent touching-toes to sing the carrol the guest choses, with everybody chiming in aloud while the lash lands lustily at every syllable, repeat-recital over the happily-hand-spanking, hided-humblehound-howling-hearing  guest’s knee fanny-freshly-flailed before passing to the next one.
Only after the last person-picked flogging, all are bound together as ‘best birthday birch’, which only the patriarch applies amply and ably to the poor puerile puppy, who is from then on passed-on all party long, over and over from lap to lap, counting himself ‘lucky’ in lasting misery as long as nobody suggests a carrol for a refresh-birching by the patriarch, say if his bawling sounds less miserable then Biblical.
Sergio’s naughtiest brother now takes his Christchild place there, with the homefront assuming he’ll get his turn from their compatriot in the house, but(t) patriotic Teodor won’t allow anything as exotic as a pomlazka, which pisses-off Dimitri, seeking a knave to take out his frustration on. Sergio feels it’s only fair to volunteer his compatriot-cur cones compassionately for that fanny-flailing fate the first twelve Dimitri-duty-days after the holidays when everybody is back in the house, by turning up at breakfast with some item somehow reminiscent of Christmas, like this bottled, sparkly churchyard spring water blessed in Midnight Mass, his family’s annual ‘piece of home’ present to people abroad, like the whole house, deliberately served instead of Dimitri’s usual brand, enough excuse for a second Sir’s spankophile-streak-soothingly-satisfying session of senseless stripped-spanking, starting as-above, and when Sir hesitates if it’s enough excuse to elaborate, cheekily asking himself which implement Sir wants him to ‘fetch for my imp-ass-arse’, wood for a whooping or leather for a lashing, lasting long-enough for no more mate to be picked and pittilessly-plentifully purple-pained at petty pretext for pervy pleasure-pounding.
This also takes care of his New Year’s resolutions, and serves as gratefully accepted present in kind to the mates, while appeasing his conscience for dodging the worst night in his year at home, spread more managable in a dozen ‘ordinary’ orbs-obediently-offered-OTK-ordeals, not for mere, meaningless tradition, but(t) as careful kindness in kind, caring less for closest kin’s copiously-castigated-cones ‘catching up’ for comfier Christmastides. 

speedoric
speedoric
2 years ago
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Fastifex
Another G M Hopkins like fantasty, & very agreeable to those of a pious disposition (byt impious thoughts) over these holy/holidays