BBFC: Jan Can't Hold Back

Jan is completely comfortable, coyness-and-contrariness-cured, with spankings and nudity, having spent half his humble-hound-youth at home bare-balls and/or upended, and does rather well getting used to various disciplinary variations in the house, which his royally-revered, royally-rear-roughing-role-revelling roommate reliably, lustily long-lasting-lectures him about while pontifically pounding his pleasingly-privates-privacy-privated posterior pretty-purplish and ‘playfully punitive-position-perfectioning’ by painfull privates-pinching.
He’s even getting used to ‘preparatory’ parts of posterior punishments on pants, and nobody minding erections at home anyway (seen as evidence of fertility by farm-folk, except by the chastity-committed city-chaplain-confessor, who standard gives the knaves a poetically proper ‘phallic’ straight-caning for their inevitable state after the actual penitence-flogging, still lined-up naked over the communion bench), to having beatings-begot boners breech-buried, even deals with the guilt for thereby seed-soiling good cloth, sure at home to be sawhorse-switched for halfway to hell, after roommate ‘promised’ to let him do an extra laundry chore for it and give him a good bare-balls belting OTK, which feels like an incredible good ‘easy off’ deal.
Only one absoluetely-aberrant aspect of abject-adolescent-arse-agony-application Jan may never feel comfortable with, being an utterly mind-boggling role-reversal: at home, during a flailing-session, soundly spanked-sorrily-sore by the paternalistic patriarch, always suffered in the buff, a crimson-coned cur ‘coyly’ cups as a suitably-servile sign of sicophantic squirt-submission, as if only supreme strict Sir has a serious siring-stick, and at the ‘end’ kisses his feet while begging for the inevitable extras, over and over (his knee) until rudely dismissed instead by a cranky kick in the crotch before the bare-battered brat begs for more once more,
while here it’s cock-cloth-covered Sir who bows to bare beating-bound-boy’s boner&balls by boxers-yanking, a simple-secondant-charge normally entrusted to an extraordinary offender’s father and/or big brother at a ‘ceremonial’ all-male-kin major meekly-mounted-miserable-mutt-mounds-meat-martyring meeting, reminding them the patriarch will personally flail them no less if they fail to keep the kid in his proper piously-perilous puerile place by plenty of properly-pittiless posterior-punishment as patriarchal proxy-pounder(s).