BBFC: A Walloping For Viktor

After yet another endless day of dreary study, chores and CP for his constant klutzing, Viktor craves only to forget that simmering steadily-sorrily-sore seat-skin-state on soft sofa-cushions, watching some mindless fiction on TV, but(t) veteran Teodor demands proper attention to the terrible toll of wicked war in Ukraine and expects extensive study of the context of such real-time reality drama, yet furiously finds bovine brain doesn’t even watch the news, let alone backgroud documentaries, so resolves to bitterly bring the brutalities-story home brutally-busily by blazingly beating black-and-blue-blistered bewareness into the brainless bottom-graded brat’s bared business-end.
First the ingrate idiot gets a long lowlife-lower-limbs-limp-licking lecture on how good House knaves have it here in blessed NATO-guarantied peacetime, getting globes-grilled gruesomely-good for their own good and future, spared risk of life and limbs, liberty and labor force future as under Russian invasion, perfectly-paternalistically protected from perishing perils at the petty price of plenty of pantsed-posterior-pain-purple-painting-punishments.
Next Teodor makes him assemble all knaves, shivering still-dripping-wet after a cold shower, to learn about the first package of House contributions to the war effort. Half their treats fund is confiscated for the duration of ‘Putin’s non-war’, matched by each Sir privately, and double that total from the House accounts, for Sir's veteran friends volunteering in a Ukrainian foreign legion company. Sir shall soon specify a system to send personal belongings, such as most of the knaves’ underpants and ‘supernumerary’ winter clothes, for the same heroes to use or distribute among refugee boys.
Furthermore, the knaves are henceforth automatically all drafted into the House Cadets Clothless Company, where Teodor shall give them countless crash-courses -quickened by copious CP- in many military skills, in case there still is need for defenders of the free West after their graduation.
In the marvellous manner of Ancient Greek gymnasion education (reserved for each city state elite, which provided the citizen troops) and Spartan (krypeteia) warrior excellence, they will learn, exercize and submit to prompt posterior punishments bare-balls, except (commando) what can only be done in unsuitably-public places like the shooting range, untill earning the high, heavenly honor (ending eerier exposure) of wearing a cadet uniform after passing for a long list of hard tests.
After consultation with their schools and clubs, this will replace most extracurricular activities on and off campus, except those cadets company CO Teodor approves on account of improving physique (by sports) or other war-relevant qualities, and till further notice are mandatory during weekends and holidays, exept when their parents/guardians insist on a return home, recommended to parttake in a patriottic parallel program there.