Dimitri comes into the room and wakes up Viktor, the lad has been sleeping in. Viktor has that I was just getting up look of course. A wide awake Viktor now faces an angry Dimitri and he knows what is going to happen.
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Dimitri drags him down the bed and sets about spanking the squirming lad. Dimitri is not happy at the state of the room, clothes everywhere and the wardrobe a mess so this is a well deserved session for Viktor.
Viktor struggles and squirms but Dimitri has a hold of him and keeps him in place. By the end of the clip Viktor is in no doubt that he should keep the room tidy, he flees the room naked to grab his clothes that he left in the bathroom. This is the best way to teach a lad to clean his room .
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Hell, how he hates the ‘summery’ sheet-only system! The big, brutish brat jock easily deals with dejected divesting and darn discipline all day, being raised in a large, penniless family and boorish bunkhouse, where boys of all ages are used to strip/stay bare-balls for hygiene (also waiting nude during laundry, lacking spare home clothes), CP (often lined-up with ‘cahoots’) and afterward long ‘corner time’ (often lining a wall eerily-exposed, elders eagerly enjoying painfully ‘patting’, pinching passing-by), intimate inspection or any elder’s whim, in front of all male kin and visitors, anyway wearing at home only shorts, or in wintery weather overalls, both commando, to strip or be stripped stat, any knave goes OTK for faults, flaws, FFs or flailer-fun frequently, counting his humble self lucky then not to be ordered over an object for fiercer flogging with his own sturdy buckskin belt, or even ordered to cut a fresh switch.
The ‘big bovine baby’ was known to take it stoically, as he does here now, waiting for set ‘bath’ and bed times, when after a last paternal OTK lecture, boys were allowed to sleep in the buff, under their life-long trusted blankie, the traditional baptism treasure, which wasn’t lifted until morning ‘bath time’ (actually, again, a naked knaves line-up for spunge-washing in a cold tub by mate-pairs, soap only before bed), so he felt heavenly safe while his half-frozen skin stopped shivering and his hell-hot-hided heinie healed.
Here personal bedwear isn’t allowed, sole Sir-supplied sheets, till first fall-frost starkers, then pyjamas are allowed till Easter, but(t) although rooms are heated here, it’s never cosy or safe like his blankie, so even when his ass-arse doesn’t hurt hours after severe spanking, he systematically shifts and shivers starkers under the sheet, scared to see sleep-solace shattered by strict Sir scolding and sheet-pulling, he can’t help reverting to futile, infantile squirming-away, less from another spanking -he can handle hellish hurdies-hurt- then from the rough return to rigid rules away from stern, yet sweet childhood home.