Sergio is a cheeky little guy and manages to always have that smile on his face that says some sort of mischief is never far from his thoughts. So Dimitri has decided to up the stakes a little and has something special planned for him.
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Sergio has no idea what to expect from this spanking, other than a sore ass, and when he is told to go into the wheelbarrow position he does look quite shocked.
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Things start off with a paddling on the shorts to set the pace. But rather than make the lad stand up and take them off Dimitri just grabs the waist band and pulls them down.
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This makes Sergio arch his back a little present his bare ass perfectly, one of the real benefits of the wheelbarrow. Sergio looks great like this, and he also looks like this caught him off guard, I wonder if it will do the trick this time
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Sergio is a cheeky cutie, please tell him from me, regards, Ritchie x
Jealousy between ‘brotherly’ boys is such a bitter, brat-butts-badly-biting bitch! After the beneath-BBs-boys’ betrayal of Matthew backfired brutally, burning both’s bare behinds brilliantly, bovine brain Viktor and Paco sagely stayed clear of envious evil scheming on Teodor’s watch, yet they dare on Dimitri’s, droning on about superior student and sightly stud Sergio ‘getting far too big for his breeches’, spinning a web of half and full lies suggesting the ‘snooty snob’ looks down on most mates and even on ‘minor Sir’ Dimitri, the utter ugly opposite of Krystof and especially Jan, who voluntarily -in vain- begged to be wheelbarrow-spanked as proof of abject respect, claiming the ‘cocky cur’ comes commando convinced he can’t be castigated.
In fact, good sport Sergio kindly lent his last boxers to desperately time-pressed mate Matthew for his academic rousing-rearing-results-research, like Krystof, Hynek and Jan, all silently shivering ‘semi-stripped’ in their spankable shorts for science and a fine friend, sporting scared-stiff seed-shafts shiftily, still seeming suspicously snooty to second strict Sir, who decided to start pulling rank by ordering smuggest-seeming, snakes-smeered Sergio to copy Jan, this teen-tush-tantalazing time not in vain. To Sergio’s derriere-dooming detriment, going commando to school had miserably meant that when the pitilessly-puritanic chaplain ordered about all his (mandatory) Bible class over their desks dropping trou one layer for a dozen of ruler-swats on underwear for failure to name all twelve Disciples by heart, the prude peeking at Priapic privacy-privated-puerile-private-parts, proscribed ‘proof of perplexing perversion’, promptly proceeding to plentifully paddling the poor puppy progressively pleasing-peechy-to-profound-pain-purple, pounding per prayer-syllable practically all prayer book, protracted so long Sergio was home late, with Dimitri waiting for such pretext to ‘take him down a peg’ in wheelbarrow.
As if to complete Sergio’s miserable luck, the chaplain’s supplementary surprise swats ‘to grow on, out of Sodom’ while he stood up te re-dress made him suddenly slide and slip into spread-legged pratfall, producing a piercing pain in the privates promptly and persisting pain in the posterior and private regions, super-straining more muscles than he ever knew to have, rendering the wheelbarrow-mounting and maintenance much more misery then ‘mainstream’ meekly-mounted-male-mounds-martyring.
On the also accidental plus side, his genuinely-desperate miserable moaning and woefull wining, head hanging and horse-hung-he-hood-helplessly-heightened was such a perfect picture of puerile pittiful paining-perception and sublime submission that even dire disciplinarian Dimitri duly doubted this dejected-dick-dangling derriere-doom-droning defference-deficitary, hence later asked around and learned the truth from ever-honest Krystof, concluding the cur’s commando-coming collegial conduct was commendable, completely contrary to the conniving couple of spinning snakes, who each should surely suffer the significantly severer spanking sanction, say six weeks of successive spankophile soirée sessions of stripped submission to Sir’s strap and switch, subsequently staying starkers to serve Sergio and strict Sirs, steadily scared-stiff subject to spanking ad lib and surprise supplements, such as split-leg pratfalls and similarly-sadistic suggestions seeing the squirming snake squirts sweat, shiver, sob, submit smashed.