Teodor is getting ready to go out and sorting his clothes out only to discover that his shirt has been worn, not only worn but returned to the wardrobe unwashed.
The culprit is Viktor, who of course tries to act the innocent.
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There is only one way to deal with this and that’s a good paddling and that’s just what Viktor gets. Teodor has had his day ruined, and the lad is going to pay for it. But as we know things can get away from Viktor quite quickly. So by the time he has been paddled on his jeans and boxers he is starting to get into the zone. *
The bare ass paddling that follows hits the mark perfectly, and Viktor cannot hold back any longer and he dumps a good load. Teodor finishes the session and gives the lad the dirty shirt to clean, and he will have to clean the floor as well
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“-Viktor, weary worm, what are you doing in my wardrobe, as there’s no laudry chores rostered on this Dimitri day?“ “Indeed, Sir, I was returning your dress shirt, as I have none and no mate shares our size, while Dimitri instructed all us knaves to dress up smartly for my college campus chapel’s special memorial service for war victims in Ukraine and our own bloody history.”
“That earns you impish idiot a copious cur-cones-crimson-caning, naked in assembly after dinner, for failing to ask the owner or even notify. It gets doubled tomorrow, nay repeated all week, because you even disrespected a Sir this way…” “Sir, yes Sir, thank you for that, eh, those hard lessons, Sir.” “… Don’t you darn dufus dare interrupt me, that makes it two weeks! What’s worse, why does my smart shirt suddenly stink after stupido-sweat and steer-sperm?”
“That’s my bovine beast-of-burden body-odor, Sir! Once changed back home, I tried to ask duty Sir Dimitri if I should first put the shirt back in its place till laundry day and inform you, or somehow arrange for laundry first, but(t) Dimitri had been waiting for us, ‘warmly-welcoming’ wielding a wicked-whooper frat paddle, and before I could even mention laundry, smacked my crotch crippling cruel-as-usual, ordering all on ankles for a damn-good long pain-purple-pounding and even longer ride over his knee, then ordered me to skip dinner, re-dress and put your shirt back stat while he paddles the next knaves. Now, I expect at return to be ordered to drop-trou to re-join the BA-beatable line-up -rotating at his (dis)pleasure, chores-rostered rounds reserved- till our late cold shower, when he switches to leatherings till (his, usually late) bed time, the Dimitri-duty-days eery-evening-exposure standard practice”.
“Well, that won’t do anymore! My good-grades-guys and athletic aces need their well-deserved rest, so I’ll tell Dimitri to let the top-scorer-half in either field off after a single pantless paddling and naked-nates knee ride, totalling no more then a quarter hour each, and thereafter all evening exclusively practice punitive and pleasurable pain-poundings on poor-performing puerile plaything-posteriors like yours, bonnily beating bottom-boys-bottoms bountifuller, boasting the bovine -brain-brats’ bids to become beyond-BBs! I’ll also instruct starting a shortlist of ‘asinine anti-aces’, you on top, of double-dose-derriere-discipline-destined dumbest-dogbodies.”
“Sir, yes, Sir, thank you humbly, Sir: all my betters agree bovine brains like me naturally need much more CP, and if that simultaneously spares superior students time, it’s a win-win for the whole House to hail whole-heartedly, however harsher it has my miserably-mindless-meekly-mounted-mounds-martyred-mutts-mob holler longer and louder, lava-lividly lash-licked at leatherings later then woeful wailing when wickedly-well wood-whooped as wretchedly-wriggling worthless worms while the wiser whippernappers worthily enjoy exemption from eerily-exposed extremities-endurance and entailing exhibition as endless-elder-enjoyed excellent-efficiency-encouraging entertainment. Dimitri should also approve, as second Sir sometimes sighs switching spankable squirts seems somewhat of a squandering of spankee-sufferance-severity.“
“That should henceforth do fine normally, but(t) for one month I want your stinking sweaty stupid steer’s stripped stern punished particularly plentifully, so while the excellent earn elitist list-exemption under Dimitri’s paddle each in turn, the others will form a circle to belts-beat your beast-of-burden-bottom, bawling bare-balls on all four, bellowing bulls-eye-belt-on-boyhood once a minute as crimson cue to crawl cringing to the next naked-nates-nasty-nurturer. Whoever has you howl least gets a second turn from Dimitri, then half an hour to take it out vindictively on your abject ass-arse wickedly-well, wisely-weary to risk a third round on his!”
“Sir, yes, Sir, thank you even humblier, Sir: this smashing spanking-squirts-cycle side-show shall surely amuse derriere-deserts-devoted discipliner Dimitri dreadfully, while wickedly-well keeping all of us wayward, well-whooped worms wriggling wretchedly on our toes – exception made, me on hands and knees- and in our lowly place, Sir!” – “Indeed, inconsiderate imp, so considering the double benefit, I’ll double it to two months!”.