Jock Spank – Male Spanking

Being bonny buddies at a brutally-strict boys gymnasium, which takes its Greek origins rather literal -all gym and swimming classes are in the buff- and applies discipline for the slightest flaw at any staffer’s discretion by ordering a knave to drop trou and ‘touch toes’ for any of the straps hanging in every room or hall, which this pair rarely incurs, being model-behaved, respectful and getting grades above average (witnessing mass-floggings for the dumber bunches after every test), yet occasionally a teacher invents a pretext, nice neighbourly steady study mates Martin and Dani are quite comfortable in any classmate’s naked presence, relaxing without any spanking implement at hand, as neither expects CP at home, reserved for rare really-serious reasons.
Peculiarly, a paradoxical part of the Puritanical school’s prudery-promoting policy is to declare anything sexual utter tabu and making sure the knaves don’t associate nudity with sexuality or pleasure but(t) just sweaty drudgery and beating brat-bottoms, so no sex education, not even basic reproductive anatomy and physiology in biology, and being only children these two turn to each-other and the Internet for any clue what prohibited pleasure private parts are for, practically. Porn promptly, plentifully and performantly points the playful pair of perplexed puerile preppie-pups to the pleasures of penile practices, plane perversion of prudery and its purpose. Passed-over by papas and prep-school from penis-particulars-pedagogics, they ironically ignore what they’re actually learning, let alone how it’s sinful or perverse.
Then Dani’s doting and devoted daddy David discovers the disgustingly-divested devilkin duo there, doing those ‘demonic dirty-dick deeds’, definitely deserving of dire doses of duly-dermis-damning derriere-discipline. First fatherly fear-furthered instinct is to order them to cover up, all three realizing that can only be to drop trou again after weird warm-up whooping. Terror thumped the two twinks as the towering teachers-ally thundered to tell their tasteless tactile teen-tush-thrashable trash-touches to their teachers, to teach them ‘tactile tact’ through the time-honoured teens-teaching-technique of trouserless-tail-tender-tanning to true tears.
Thinking his teen-son had to be traitorously turned to this terrible trash, he takes to thoroughly, thornily tail-thrashing the terrible teen troll threat. Taking to the trouserless-teen-tail-tormentor task, two terrifying thoughts take-shape to the thoughtfully-tail-tender-tanning-thinker. Truth is it takes two to tango, therefore taming this thing timely and thoroughly takes thornily thrashing the two teens’ trembling tails to tearful, tush-torture-terrorized two-tails-tractability, this time two-fronts-treated: at school as before and at home henceforth. So strict Sir soon shoves-aside the supposed seducer, starting to strip and soundly swat his Sodomizing son’s shivering seat suitably sore and seeking to scare the seraphic sinner seriously sorry by scarlet-spanked stern.
Thanks to terrible thought two turning terrific, tomorrow he will call Martin’s father and agree the ‘terribly-turned two’ can stay study-mates, still sirely seen as the sage secret to satisfying school-success so-far, only their grades-bar is raised to A-average so as to force them to cut play for fear of frequent frockless furnace-fiery floggings, and the hosting father will welcome warmly by whooping while warning the wretchedly-wriggling worms they’ll wish in vain to merely get hand-spanked OTK again if any cause is found for actual CP by wickedly-well-wielded whip waking wayward-wanton-wailing by wrathful wealth of welting weals. Indeed, whereas spanking Martin initially felt almost as nasty a task as previously pain-punishing his puerile prince’s poor posterior pink-to-purple for pressing practical purposes like prevention of pernicious risks, as rare as rotten, the reluctant rebel-rears-rearer rapidly realizes resentment remarkably recedes, reaping a ripening result of rascal-rearing rump-roasting as ‘rods’ rise rigidly. Starting to somewhat savour the strange sense of seminal-swelling sex-shaft-stiffening while sternly sore-swatting the supposed seducer, for Sir a near-neutral taste of two-tail-tokens of teen-tush-taming, the thought of a thrasher-treat was planted, and whereas sensing this sleaze’s scared-stiff seed-shaft-swelling still simply seemed sordid, soon the striking similarity in seminal-stimulation of sirely and sonly stiffies started somehow to seductively stir Sir’s so-far secret, sleeping SM-streak.
Remembering his own rougher-reared ranch-related-raising, David recalls rigid ‘Ron Rod’, the rough Redneck rancher-uncle he spent many humble-hound-hinie-hell-hot-heating holidays with wretchedly-resigned, regularly reached roughly for the rear-ravaged-rascal’s rigidly-risen-rod resulting from rueful-rendering-rump-roasting. Dealing here and the with the dire doleful diet of daily due deserts in derriere-dermis-dooming discipline, double the worst he got at home there for peccadilloes, David didn’t digress ‘down-there’, totally terrorized by the terrible torment of his thornily-tender-tanned teen-tush, too tearful to think about his ‘toy tail’. Now he realizes Ron Rod’s rigid reputation results from both the relentless rotten-rascal-red-hot-raw-rod-ravaging rebel-rearing he reviled as rump-roasting-recipient and the rather regular reaching for ranch-boys’ rears, rectums and rods, relaxed ‘as reward’ and right-rude to roughly rectify rump-roasting-recipients’ wretchedly-wriggling respectfully-receptive-rearing-position, resulting in red-raw rears and royally-rigid-rendered ‘rods’ on rod-recipient and Ron, who relished both results royally – hence his impossible-to-please rules and requirements, rigidly resulting in rod-rides.
A rude awakening to realize being really raised by a rod-&rectum-relishing Redneck resembling a rapist, and right-now resembling his recent revelling in rascal-rebel-rear-roasting-resulting rods-rigidity, ready to repeat it regularly, rather resembling his ranch-relative-reared days. He dismissed the fear of turning into a ‘rapist raptor’ Redneck-style, reminding-himself he hardly realized it as rump-roasting-recipient and turned-out a devoted, doting dad, though deficient in derriere-discipline-dutifulness.
He and Martin’s pa, who was informed and immediately inspired to try tanning his trembling twink-son’s trouserless tail to that though-teacher-style teen-tail-torture-tune and took to the thrasher-taste alike, decide to think-up a framework for filial-fanny-flailing flogger-fun, offering ample opportunity for obediently-offered-orbs-ordeals with a bounty of bulging-boy-and-brat-betterer-boners-blossoming-bonuses and best-behaviour ‘bove B bewaring both bright boys bitterly-burning brat-butt-batterings. After all, having his helplessly-heightened-humble-hound-hinie hided hard-handedly and he-hood handled harshly didn’t do David much heinous harm, or he would have resented and remembered wrathfully and shrink-ripe, yet he turned out fine father-material, finding fun in flogging or fondling the filial features for faults and flaws, fairly and fittingly-firm as farm-folk-fruit.
The fathers also agree how to see to their sons’ sex education and study-suitable seed-shaft-swelling-steam-vent: whenever either’s grades are down under A, their agony-associated abject ‘asinine adolescent’ arses will be up and utterly-uncovered again and again for eerily-exposed-endurances till copious clothless-cur-cones-crimson-castigating comeuppances get them up to A+, when they remain A-students they may ask paternal permission for private playtime at properly-private places, with permission for porn provided by – and even privates-privacy-perverting play in person with each-other and approved party-animal-buddies, but(t) any digression in debauchery or unapproved saucy stuff or sassy company will relentlessly result in reverting to a rueful-rendering rules-respect-restoring rebel-rears-red-raw-ravaging regime of more meekly-mounted-mutt-mounds-martyry.