Spankchicosmalos: Christmas With A Punished Ass
Merry Christmas to everyone. During these joyful times, it is normal to celebrate with joy. Although, it is easy to go overboard and even be bad by breaking rules. This has happened, and the consequences are coming. A red bottom, the same colour as this naughty boy’s Christmas underwear. Luckily for him, he received a little cream at the end.
Feliz Navidad a todos. En estas fechas de alegría, es normal celebrarlo con alegría. Aunque es fácil excederse e incluso ser malo saltándose normas. Esto ha ocurrido y las consecuencias llegan. Un culo rojo del mismo color que los calzoncillos navideños de este travieso chico. Por suerte para el recibió al final un poco de crema
大家圣诞快乐。 在这些欢乐的日子里，庆祝是很正常的。 尽管很容易走极端，甚至违反规则而变得不好。 这件事已经发生了，后果也随之而来。 红屁股的颜色和这个淘气男孩的圣诞内衣颜色一样。 幸运的是，他最后收到了一些奶油。
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Marvelously-built, mild-eyed and -mannered Martin is a meek mutt, manifold manipulated by mates, even meanly, meeting many times with miserable mounted-male-mounds-martyry from manly masters. At home, at school and under any adult supervision, he’s most respectful and obedient, tirelessly toiling his tail off with terrific teen-energy till he drops, only to obey being ordered up again and always ‘asking how high when told to jump’, sweetly stripping and submitting to ‘sound’ spankings as strict Sirs say, deserved or not, never questioning his elders’ eery ‘educational excruciation’ but(t) bright-eyed, bent-over, bare-bum-burning, tear-faced thanking the trouserless-twink-tail-tormentors for ‘taking the time and trouble to teach this thoughtless thickhead through time-honoured teen-tail-tactile techniques’ after every telling-off and thorny tush-thrashing as thunder-told, truly thankful when it’s just harsh hiding by hand, often obeying orders to offer his orbs fearfully after fetching flagellation-fit-features for far-firmer frockless-fanny-flailing by wood-whooping or lash-laceration.
His days are always overburdened with study, chores and other duties, all at pitilessly-promised piercing pain of a pitifully-perfectly-perilously-presented-pantless-posterior-purple-paining, also the poor pup’s pa’s preferred pastime, so he piously starts and ends every day naked OTK, hoping hotly-humbly for paternal permission after the shower-wet bedtime-beating he may sleep bare-balls on his belly, since sometimes sleeping on a sorrily-sore-spanked squirt-seat is a simply sadistic sentence-supplement. Only on Friday evenings and before each holiday, he’s allowed to join a giddy group of gay schoolmates partying, because pa’s boss’s son -who next enjoys his lodge or luxury travel- can’t be denied any pleasure and pays all the bills, rewarded in kind in a bedroom, which Martin is best in, the only knave agreeing to be playfully spanked for fun, but(t) also gets it gruesomely good on glowing globes whenever he fails to return home in time for his morning chores after a cold tub-wash and first ride over dad’s knee, as happened haplesslytoday again after too much fun under Christmas trees with gluhwein.
Just as the rebel-rear-red-raw-ravaged rod-riding rascal ruefully resigns to this Christmas being just like lots of liberally-lividly-lacerated woodshed-style weekends, when the boy’s “badly-behaved-brat-butt” is bountifully bared boyhood-beheld and brutally butt-beaten beat-red blistering beyond-bearable, mostly for B/beneath-grades or better-berated behaviour, or simply because a mean old mate of his merciless maker treated said strict sire to a catered evening, with Martin serving them as ever-spankable waiter, generosity earning as reward to take the trembling twink to his place one or two days for limitless naked chores as greedily-groping spankophile sadist’s shivering slave-squirt, just then pa makes his day and holiday, if not his year, by accepting his humbly-howled apology and granting him the greatest presents ever, to celebrate he passed this term without make-up-exams: a wholesale pack of soothing cream tubes -he’ll still be spanked so often and hard, it’s unlikely to last a whole term- with a first dose rubbed on and permission to spend every even evening of the twelve nights of Christmas, after doubled chores all day, with his mates without curfew, but(t) as on uneven days his naked, knavish, slavish services shall be Sir’s Christmas presents to his regular teen-tails-tormentors, in Dickensian terms, it will be a tale of two tails-sensations: it will be the best days (well, evenings) and the worst days (well, no worse than most at home) in turn, but(t) for a mutt with his experience, that sounds like an unprecedented half-time foretaste of heaven on earth, motivation to do at least as well in his next exams, praying for such priceless present from the paternalistic puerile-posterior-pain-purple-pain(t)er!