BBFC: Jan Goes Over The knee

I can't think of a more beautiful or exciting sight in the whole wide world than that of a young lad laid over the knee for a good smacked bottom, wearing nothing except a pair of short, tight coloured underpants!

I LOVE this clip! A wonderfully traditional over-the-knee spanking, laid on with the heavy hand of Dimitri, spiced with some clearly painful ear-pulling! Young Jan's reactions tell us in no uncertain fashion that his punishment is doing what a spanking ought to do for a boy! The camera goes in at what are for me the optimum angles from which to film a hiding being laid on!

Thank you, BBFC, for a major, magnificent turn-on!

While Jan normally goes most obediently, almost eagerly, rekindling venerated memories of kin laps at home, over anyone’s knee, including his academically more gifted roommate, who therefore accepts as eagerly to tutor him on any subject (Jan lacking even the most elementary knowledge, much due to a backwater village school he rarely attended on account of field toil, which still has no properly qualified teacher anyway) while hand-spanking on the bare, playfully non-stop and poignantly to stress the cruxes and correcting Jan’s flaws, and finds his college buddies even greedier to give ‘guest masterclasses’ to the bare-balls big boy bubble-butt-battering, resulting in Jan being the house’s knave spending most time OTK but(t) least spanked by the Sirs, being on best behavior and most (often upended) in his room,
this time Dimitri needs to pull Jan OTK, soon mildly arm-twist and ear-pull him back into pantsed-posterior-pounding-perilously-presented-position, like less-naturally-obediently-orbs-for-ordeal-offering scoundrel knaves, customarily-crossly-cursing the cringing cur’s ‘contemptible contrariness’, claiming it carries copious consequences, although by now even the bluntest boys duly doubt actual extras are added when no tail-torment-tariff was sentenced in advance: dreaded ‘daily’ discipliner Dimitri nearly-never holds back smacking stripped-squirming-squirt-seat-skin soundly scarlet-shining OTK till his heavy harsh-handler-hand hurts anyway.
Dimitri, who can’t even be bothered to order the brightly-burning beaten-brat-butts on eerily-exposed corner time-type display, neither asks nor cares why the normally-nicely-submitting knave now seems to struggle, just dismisses him angrily-cursing afterward as usual.
Jan normally never-ever  minds to piously, perfectly-perilously present his previously-pain-purple-pounded penitent-posterior and privacy-privated-privates in any position for patting, pinching or any portion of painful extras, presumed the prince-like patriarchal privilege of paternalistic puerile-posterior-punishers, even for their pitiless puppy-pounder-pleasure, back home he actually worries when any elder kin doesn’t use it amply to agonize his absolutely-abject-arse again after ‘due deserts’ (and less due spankings too).
So what’s that damned different this one time to seemingly turn him reluctant, almost rebelliously resistant to rough raw-reddening rear-ravage?
Jan’s revered roommate and obligingly OTK-tutoring mentor ‘did him the honor’, which he gratefully grabbed, to be an unpaid (unlike roomy, who studies bio-chemistry) test-subject for truth serum derivates designed to disengage one’s control over suppression and expression of emotions, hence agreed to be willingly exposed under ‘controlled conditions’ to various unpleasant emotions, notably all forms of pain and humiliation, and roomy proves so imaginative at staging all by way of spankings that he would probably do a better job at writing posts here then any of us actual contributors manages, alas, all done on Dimitri’s watch, as he remains clueless, while Teodor would soon catch on and possibly put a spanking end at the experimenting, which roomy doesn’t want to find out with or without serum, truly.