At BLS, we continue our journey of exploring corporal punishment traditions around the world through the perspective of our actors, who largely come from a younger generation than most of our fans. This week, we take a look at Spain as Hector sits down to interview Diego, followed by a session over the knee. Spain is not a country that immediately comes to mind for most when considering corporal punishment, which makes Diego’s perspective and experiences, as well as how they tie into his acting at BLS, all the more interesting.
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Diego and his Spanish pueblo (town) friends count themselves -mainly their meekly-mounted male mates mounds- awfully lucky to be born in this spoiled-rotten generation, which is not only the richest ever, but(t) also the first whose post-Franco, secularised elder educators no longer generally endlessly enjoy excruciating eerily-exposed berated-brat-bottoms to bare and beat. His dear dad still systematically suffered scores of sanction sessions, at school, sacristy and so on too, sorry-squirt-seat submissively stripped scared-stiff-showing and soundly spanked scarlet-sobbing, showing sonny-boy a scary sturdy strap, the ancestral ‘azote’ which avuelo (gramps) handed down (for never-occurred paternal use on next heir Diego’s arse), at-times (alas for their abject arses, almost all the time) amply and aptly administered attire-abandoned to awfully-abundantly agonize ‘asinine’ adolescent arses, awakening awesome attrition almost anywhere, any time at any adult’s (dis)pleasure, so they counted themselves ‘lucky’ when their abject arses were aching afire from ‘only’ hell-hound-harsh hand-spanking, any fellows’ fannies were frightfully-frequently flailed fearsomely-firmly ‘fatherly’ for fucking-foppish flaws and follies.
Devilkin Diego feels almost guilty as his daddy-dear, doubtlessly way-better-behaved as a knave already, was spanked sorely-sorry so much more often, on the bare and harder, by male kin and (in front of) others, while the kind sire only rarely used his belt in private on Diego’s demi-clad derriere as desperate last resort to safely stop him from supreme scoundrel stupidities like playing with fire, joy-riding or smoking. Almost, as unlike his buddies’ bum-bottoms, his brat-bubble-butt is bared and brutally beaten black and blue.
Indeed, when avuelo retired as teacher, after years of legally banning CP completely from professional education to his silently-simmering frustration, also over grades gradually dropping instead of pupil-pants for arse-upendings, he decided to put his long experience in the service of restoring education, first as tutor, then through teaching teen/twen teachers-to-be time-honoured tutoring techniques, tough tactile teen-tail-thrashing on top. After consulting a lawyer friend, avuelo decided regretfully against flogging by awesome azote or any implement, implying the full fearsome function of frightfully-firm filial-fanny-flailing falls to the ‘fatherly’ full-force furnace-fierce hell-hound-harsh humiliatingly-he-hood-heightened-humble-hound-hurdies-hurtful hiding by heavy hand. As that’s by far the most demanding spanking-style for the fanny-flailer’s physique, frankly it followed fairly-fast, ‘frailer’ avuelo had to give up tutoring teens himself, smartly switching swiftly to teaching tutors to-be.
Diego always loved visiting his grim but generous grandpa, living so far away it used to happen only three or four times a year during a long school holiday, on best behaviour by double motivation: like any kid eager to ‘earn’ Santa-presents (getting those actually at home, on Epiphany by Spanish tradition), and always acutely aware awesomely-afraid how awfully any asinine-attitude-adjusted arse aches after avuncular attribute-to-anal-area-applied arse-agony since he felt the azote once long ago, on the bare, on the spot, with daddy’s due derriere-disciplining blessing, for playing with lethal pesticides, never setting foot in the garden shed again, where daddy used to get the woodshed treatment to true tears time and time again, toughly thrashed trembling trouserless, tush-tender-tanned terribly-thornily.
At his eighteenth birthday, legal majority, unemployed Diego hoped for a super-present from avuelo, while frankly fearing it might be his last generous one ‘no longer being a kid’, but(t) was supremely startled how strict senior Sir surprised the spoiled squirt, offering a crucial choice: he could either opt for a single doubled sum and wait for the inheritance, or opt to obediently offer his orbs for ongoing ordeals to earn much more than ever before, no longer free for a kid but ‘the hard way’ as an adult (in both senses). Initially he agreed almost eagerly, assuming a ‘birthday spanking’way-more lucrative than his meagre allowance is worth an annual arse afire at gramps’s, and assured the azote is absent, assumed his arse can’t ache as awfully, only to learn absolutely-arse-ablaze after a longer ride OTK then he imagined ‘frail’ avuelo could conceivably still be able to administer, that was only the darn-doleful-disrobing-and-derriere-disciplinary ‘demo-test’, fucking for free, the money must be earned monthly at the initiation weekend when avuelo welcomes his new tutor-to-be-charges in the ‘woodshed’ to demonstrate extremely-efficient educational eerily-exposed-excruciation on Diego’s bared bubble-butt and let each, eager for their turns, practice on his poor, progressively-profounder-purple-pained, perfectly-perilously-presented puerile-puppy-posterior to perfect the purposefully-painful punitive-pounding-procedures pitilessly-painstakingly.
It pays so well he could at last afford near-weekly party-weekends from the precious proceeds the other weeks, yet he felt caught, couldn’t win in a sense: refusing would cost him the comfortable, costly good life of leisure and luxury he loves to lead but’(t) could never hope to pay for otherwise, accepting is actually as awful as agreeing to allowing ‘assholes’ the ‘awesome amusement’ of abundantly agonizing his absolutely-abject, attire-abandoning arse awfully afire all-the-way, and again, already aching, additionally ablaze and again, as alien avuncular apprentices in agonizing adolescent arses to attrite, absolute abjection to the ‘adult’, to aim always for A-attitude and AA-grades avoiding another atrocious arse-agony, only Diego’s aim is a miserably more mundane, monetary motive to meekly meet mounted male mounds misery many more months, neither merciless maintenance nor mercifully more meaningful.
The educational aim allowing to step-over senseless shame in submissively stripping and suffering severe spanking savoured by stupid strangers seeing his sufferance and spanking him ever-sounder ‘selves, even able to take the terrible trouserless-tail-thornily-tender-tanning thrashings time and time again, the tortured-tail-throbbing timed-out before next party-weekend, even Diego starts to realize ever-sorrier there should be more to his life and actually envying the tutors and the teens they’ll tush-torment terribly for higher purposes, it dawns he should build some kind of a future – his only lucrative experience being eerily-exposed endurance, and angelically-attractive anatomy, perhaps in pervy porn, paid pretty pennies to provide predatory pleasure to a plentiful public ?!