The last time that Viktor played around and delayed things it was with Dimitri, and he paid a high price that time. So it is a surprise that he does the same thing with Teodor. Preening himself in the bathroom, vanity comes at a price which he should know by now.
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By the time Teodor gets into the room he is furious, and he grabs the lad there and then and sets about a spanking lesson.
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Viktor bending slightly over the sink is in no position to escape or protest, as his ass gets redder.
But Teodor is in no mood for protests or anything else that Viktor might have to say, he gives the lad a walloping that he hopes will mend his ways. It’s no wonder that at the end Voktor rushes from the bathroom without even grabbing a towel .
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However hard Viktor’s House mates tried to help him meet -as he honestly hopes- more of their masters’ endless, eerily-exposed-endurance-enforced expectations, it just proved pointless: bovine brain never even learns lessons as long as his attribute-agonized arse ache-burns ablaze after another sound sirely squirming-steer-size-squirt-spanking, let alone think over good mates advice before executing it all wrong. So the Seniors slowly ceased that Sisyphus task, save saintly Krystof, who patiently persists the probably-pretty-pointless protocol-coaching, particularly on the point of plenty of pride-sin-symptomatic problems proving pueral-piety-perversion.
Truely thankful for the thoughtful twink’s tenacious teachings, the tank-size thickskull time and time turns-up towel-only or trou-dropped touching-toes, telling the timid teen-teacher to tush-tender-tanning-thwack that throbbing tail to thrash-out trash-thoughts, teach truths and techniques, that’s the tough-love thing to do to teach the thoughest thickskull things, told time and time by teachers at home, schools and in the house. Krystof kindly obliges, his ordinarily-ongoing obediently-offered-ogre-orbs-ordeals being the only ones where the wise, well-meaning, watward-worm-worshipped spanker worries, not the stupid, steer-studly self-stripping spankee, not to hurt the helplessly-heightened, he-hood-heeded humblehound-heinie-hide too hard, as he’s almost always red-raw-rebel-rear-ravaged from repeated ‘real’ rascal-rear-rod-rides, remaining remarkably receptive in the ruefully-ravaged rectal-region, rather like a ring-nose-reared bovine beast.
Verily, vulgar Viktor most-miserably misses the good-natured gentile-gentleman-given ‘gentle globes-grilling’, guidance like a toddler trotting trusting at daddy’s hand, having his humblehound-heinie helpfully hand-hit huge-he-hood-hung-heeded here in the House helping him hundredfold to halt-timely heading for harsh-hard-handed hidings for his headless failures to follow the fineries of fledgling-conduct. He can half-happily handle, having had hundreds of hundreds of hidings hardly-aware how-incurred at home as here, hellishly-hot-hitting humblehound-hurdies-hurt, however howls heart-hurt having his heinie hided harder for ‘hurting his House-handlers’ by half-cocked humble-obedience, having had no heavenly-helpful ‘holy helper’-hand-hits-help, hoping heartfelt how-much happier he, Krystof and Sirs will be again at the Catholic conduct-coach’s contritely-coveted come-back to cosily castigate in kind confidence his clothless cur-cones on countless counts of kind corporal compliant-conduct-correction.