One of the treats that Dimitri likes to have from to time is a soda and he keeps a bottle in the fridge for those occasions. But when he goes get a drink, the soda has been half drunk already.
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Now he knows it wasn’t him that drunk it, and that leaves only one culprit, Taavi. The light-fingered lad is called in and confronted with this crime. As it is an open-and-shut case, there’s no delay in getting Taavi in position and setting about spanking the lad.
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As he knows he is guilty there’s very little point in protesting and he takes the punishment thats due to him without too much struggle. Its a high price to pay for some soda and maybe next time Taavi will think twice before he helps himself.
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Taavi has a gorgeous ass…
Oow, auch, aaah, his always-abjectly-agonizing-attitude-adjustment-available adolescent-ass-arse aches awefully, again, and he has none to blame! Uncannily unable to control his big mouth, as if each foppish fool’s foot in turn automatically jumps into it, he got his globes glowing, gruesomely grilled, over and over, over either Sir’s knee and over all furniture, all long All Saints & All Souls weekend long, leaving the lewdly-loud lout’s lower-limbs lots-of-lickings-limped.
Feeling ‘guilty’ to have barely been hand-spanked OTK a few times (not counting relishing roommate’s relentless rump-ravaging lectures) although miserably-most-meekly-mounted-mounds-martyred mate Taavi’s junior, Jan offered to volunteer for Taavi’s chores on their last day before school resumes, so sweetly selfless six sparkling sodas seemed a suitable sweetener, Taavi and mates chipping in from their rations.
Alas, Taavi forgot about having volunteered himself for the knaves joint treats shopping chore today, as it goes effortlessly with groceries shopping house chore, assuming Jan would do that too, while he believed the sixpack was all his bonus, so after he finished all chores and sodas, strict Sir Dimitri had none, never noticed Jan doing chores flawlessly (he barely remembers baring and beating bad-behaving brat boys’ butts anymore after the suitably-sorrily-sore-seated squirt-scoundrels’ sobbing softly dies down), checked the roster and summoned usual suspect Taavi, dead-set to giving the incorrigible imp the whole holiday’s best bare-balls, brats-bunch-beheld bare-bubble-butt-beyond-black-and-blue-battering beating, the hand-spanking at the crime scene being a mere warm-up, before having to assemble all and have them fetch in turn each fucking implement for frighfull full-force-floggings, a formidably-firm furious flailing as fearsome as the farm-folk flogged foppish, flawed fledglings forcibly at home.