Taavi has been playing up again and he has been told to report for a spanking. He is looking very brow beaten when he comes in, but has dressed appropriately for the occasion.
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Dimitri gets the lad on the floor and kneeling over the coffee table and sets about giving him a good spanking. The boxers are a good fit and show off his ass well but they have to go.
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When he drops his underwear we see why he was looking a bit worried, he is wearing a ring., best not ask why.
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This does not matter to Dimitri who lays on a heavy hand, its what Taavi needs. The lad takes his punishment well but his face says he is far from happy, so when Dimitri finishes and throws him out the room Taavi scampers quickly away.
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Dressed appropriately for the occasion, eh?! And how much more appropriately could you be dressed for a spanking than wearing only a pair of underpants and otherwise as naked as the day you came into this world?!
I’ve always found there is a vulnerability about little Taavi and this is accentuated by his more-or-less bare state and which unquestionably covers his naughty nature with a veneer of innocence. The little imp’s dark-blue Calvin Klein boxer-briefs are just the perfect choice as spankingwear – one of my favourite colours for punishment underpants and the optimum length to frame his pert, cheeky little bottom for the no-doubt well-deserved spanking that Dimitri lays on!
The ring is a most interesting addition, and I think I’m right in saying a first for BBFC, though I am open to correction (if necessary of the severest kind, haha!) on that one! I wonder if it was Taavi’s intention to try and turn it on while he was being smacked – it would have certainly greatly enhanced the sensations he might have experienced from the combined vibrations and the not unusual effects on a boy’s libido provided by being disciplined with the ringing slaps of a good old-fashioned spanking!
I wonder if anybody else noticed how the quality of Taavi’s gasps of pain and discomfort seemed to give way to almost ecstatic panting as he got into the later part of the bare-bottom stage of his punishment? I can’t help asking myself if the reason he scuttled so speedily from the room, without even pulling his pants up till he was actually at the door, was because he couldn’t wait to get off to the privacy of his room and, already aroused by being well and truly spanked, turn the ring on…
Taavi never cared any more for religion then his grim, gruesomely-good-globes-gruelling gramps-guardian-godfather or their home-townfolk, all careless-copious crossly-cursing castigators, who kept cursing his ‘contemptible currish caprices’ currently, clearly concentrating on cruelly covering curs’ clothless cones in criss-crossed crimson cuts on countless counts of corporal castigation. On the contrary, the town had no proper church nor clergy in its chapel, which staged no liturgical festivities, just a Monday mass celebrated by the visiting chaplain, who rather came as confessor, which almost only the knaves attend, compelled to ‘contritely’ confess their copiously-castigated caprices, counting with confirmatory condemnation to chaplain-conducted corresponding cane-penitence crimson-cuts-criss-cross-covering clothless cur-cones complementary to confessed CP-causes, a credo-independent customs comparable to reportcard-resulting ruler-/rattan-rascal-rear-ravages on Friday.
So Taavi can’t contain his ‘cursed currish cursing’, contrarily considering his castigators can and constantly keep crossly cursing the CP-condemned curs’ contemptible CP-carrying conduct, contrarily copypaste-cursing the curious contra-cursing-CP-code carrying clothless-currish-curser-cones-castigation.
Dimitri definitely doesn’t deem devotion-deficits deserving of determined dissuasive derriere-dooming dom-deeds as such, nor cares for profanity, except in the contractual house context, where several fathers/guardians contracted careful counter-cursing-clauses, covering the complete curs-cast (castigators kept-out), hence cursing curs here constitute costly contract-breach claim-risks, consequentially consistently combats currish cursing bare-breech or better bare-balls, content however to compell cursing-control by mere hand-spanking, reserving real rascal-rear-raw-reddening for rougher reasons, such as respectless rubbish, rattan-rod-ravaging rebel-rears.
Thus any knave’s careless cursing gets him routinely OTK for standard stripped-squirt-stern-spanking, but(t) Taavi’s pertinent parrot-talk clearly-implicitly questioning the cause is considered constituting backtalk, coming close to ‘capital crime’, hence halfway-to-hell hiding him has to help the horrified humble-hounds-horde heeding his helplessly-he-hood-heightened-heinie-hurt-horror in abjectly all-attire-abandoned after-shower allround-attended absolutely-assinine-adolescent-ass-attitude-adjusting absolute-arse-agony-assembly, afterward assigning all to assist submissively by severely slippering the still-sawhorse-straddling super-sorrily-sore-swatted swearer-squirt.