Jock Spank – Male Spanking

Hell on his hide, why did he listen to a mutt mate’s mindless suggestion to join a bunch of fellow rookie school staff in Christmas Eve cards night, rather then to his recently retired uncle’s wickedly-wise advice to volunteer like routined academic staff to be drawn as school Santa, the coolest job of the year? Instead of baring his boyish butt to be bonnily-bountifully beaten, bashfully blushing on both cheeks-sets, he could have had absolutely authority to order boarding boys and staff to drop trou and drape their defrocked derrieres dreadingly over his lordly lap for lustily-long-lasting lowly-louts-lower-limbs-licking lectures, where and when he pleases, normally discipline on the bare is headmaster’s office privilege per parental consent, in classes and corridors it’s at most a dozen with the ruler fully uniformed or six of the best on underants with the strap, now anything goes, next he’ll be made to cut a fresh holly switch and join the line after twelve fated-as-fiery-fellows’ fresh ones form the bloody best birch, the fucking free-flogging feast lasts all twelve days of Christmas, only former school Santas are exempt!