Jock Spank – Male Spanking

As Cantonese constantly-clan-Confucian-code-conformity-compelling-corporal-correction-condemned ‘coolie’ cur, cadet Jackson complies, comparatively comfortably, commanded cloths-coming-down to confront cane & co for coverless-cur-cones-cruelly-criss-cross-crimson-cutting castigation on countless counts, conducted at kinsmen’s or commander’s CP-commands correcting contemptible comportment or compliantly in ‘collateral cases’, from maintenance to keep kids in their humble steadily-spankable squirt-place and demo-CP for a third party’s benefit as painfully-pointless proof of preparedness to perfectly-perilously present the pantless puerile posterior for pink-to-purple-paining at paternalistic pleasure or displeasure.
While his operation-crewmates contain quiet complaints concerning cones-crimson-castigation on counts they can’t quite control as controversial cruelty (to be compensated or corrected by kindness to them or klutz-cones-crimson-covering comeuppance for the fucking failure French’s full-force-flailing-fated fool-fanny), for the Confucian Cantonese coping with kind or cruel coercion comes continuously with the coolie-condition, the pride-privated puerile part is primarily to piously-patiently present the poor-puppy-posterior perfectly-perilously for plenty of pink-to-profound-purple-paining at paternalistic-privileged pleasure perpetually. He won’t hide it or complain about it in word or thought, rather reports on it readily to his rigid-regime home, reassuring his ‘rascal rogue’ rebel-rear regularly receives red-raw-ravaging rod-rides, rightly or wrongly, rigorously reaffirming his ruthlessly-required right-out respect for rearers’ rank. He’s rather pleased, practically part-proud, his purple-pained posterior proves, presented private-parts-privacy-privated to peers and privileged paternalists, those passed-on his paternalistic posterior-purple-paining to pitiless pro-preceptors, prolonging his puerile preparation by painstakingly-prolific plenitude of puppy-pink-to-purple-poundings as proper punishment, for peccadilloes or as pitiful proof of permanent paternalistic privilege.
Thus his pitilessly-paternalistic patriarch can proudly pat his properly-purple-pained posterior post-protocol-prescribed-punishment-stick-pounding, praising his professional preparation under properly-painstaking punishment provides perfectionism paired with prolonged patriarchal paternalism plenty-painfully, the proper ‘petty’ price for pride in progress. Hence, he’ll’ be perfectly prepared for promotions after graduation to posts progressing from paining-patient to pounding punisher, an eminently-experienced expert at eerily-exposed-endurances and eagerly-expected endless enjoyment as emerging elder educator.
He’s even quite comfortable with the CO’s cross command to drop trou, baring his bulging boyhood to be brat-butt-battered black and blue before his boner-beholding betters and bare-balls-beating-bound buddies, as clan code is for constantly-caneable coolie curs to cue-up at comrades’ castigations customarily cupping, completely clothed or for coming-up culprits coverless, congregating afterwards to console the cruelly-criss-cross-crimson-cane-cut comrades with cold cream, coyness considered contrary to the Confucian clan conduct code, cocks aren’t covered -crowing or not- unless considered conceited, cause for cockiness calling for cupping, contrary to coverless castigation, calling for clear-view for clan-kin on the cock-consequences of cuts on crimson-covered coolie-kid-cones. Consistent with Confucian code-hospitality, clan-guests are considered completely clan-equal, hence countless male adults and knaves, including non-Chinese, avidly attended absolutely-abject-attire-abandoned-adolescent-ass-arses-agony, almost all admiring to applauding the abysmal abasing act, and actually also allowed to actively add to the anal-area-ache at-par as the poor posterior-pain-purple-pounded puerile-pups are penitence-protraction-purposefully passed-round all adults and elder knaves for OTK hand-spanking ad-lib, guaranteed to get that way-worse and way-longer from Westerners, which no coolie minds much, assuming those rarely get such opportunity.
Now too he would want his Westerns whooping-mates to worry way-less when watched worm-wretchedly-wriggling while wickedly-well-whipped: to his Confucian-collectivist clan-carved conscience there’s considerable consolation in the comprehensive closeness of caneable cur-comrades kindly keen to congregate for cooling-cream-comfort, content their cringing continued the clan-coveted complete-code-compliant curs-conditioning, comrades commending crucial contrition and compliance as concurrent Confucians. He rather pitties his clan-code-clueless cadet-comrades for caring coarsely about contracted castigation and cursing, considered individual horrors of failure or abuse and haphazard humiliation by he-hood-heeded-hiding, rather than a spectacular, still somehow-subtle, show of splendid submission to strict-sirly superiority and shared sense of steadily-spankable-squirt-solidarity.