As Aiden and Danny realize they are late to swim practice, Alex arrives to inform them that they have, in fact, missed practice and that the coach has sent him to punish them.
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Wow. Very hot indeed
Well, I wanted to see young Danny laid over the knee for a smacked bottom, and I got my wish sooner than expected – and with the two added bonuses of him being bare except for his swimming-briefs and being spanked together with young Aiden, also in just his briefs. The colours are my second (navy-blue) and third (black) favourite colours for spankingwear! At one or two points I could really feel the nylon in my fevered imagination! PHWOOAARR!!!
This is a new role, I think, for Alex, whom we’ve seen many a time at BLS and in his persona as Josh at ‘Straight Lads Spanked’, getting his bottom well and truly spanked. He seems to know his job – he, should, of course, having had plenty of opportunity to find out what a spanking should feel like!
One of BLS’s best ever! So many of the Doc’s boxes ticked! (Should that be ‘the Doc’s boxers’? Haha!
A super treat! Thank you, BLS!!!
Many mates might murder to be in ‘Aquatic Ace’ Alex’s privileged position, to have head-coach Hector deputize this ‘MVP by a mile’ as arse-agonizing adolescent assistant, assigned to amply and ably administer well-deserved spankings on the bare brat-bottoms to somehow-sub-standard swim-team-bums like Danny and Aiden, but(t) Ace is actually abundantly cursing the kids whose cur-cones he’s commanded to castigate crimson, as all the flailing-fuzz and the derriere-doleful-discipline-dispensing-duties are definitely eating into his double training scheme, both for the individual races he may well win and for the team events, which fuck-ups like these frankly turn into a complete waste of practice time.
It’s a free bonus for coach’s cocky-competing-curs-containment, but(t) boding brutally-bitterly B-brat-bottom-biting for the bum-bared bad-boys’ burning behinds, as it massively motivates the mightily-muscular MVP to meet-out to their meekly-mounted-male-mutt-mounds meanly much of martyr-misery, harshly handing-out half-hateful hidings, heathenishly hurting their helplessly-heightened heinies hell-hot. Hastily he has the hapless humble-hounds hoisted helplessly-heightened, he-hood-exposed each over another knee, to nastily nurture the naughty knaves’ naked nates, not noticing or caring why they need to be punished, just longing to slave on in the gym and the pool, justly cursing the teen-twats for wasting their, coach’s and especially his own precious time.