BBFC: Meet Mason

Mason used to be a regular, respectful, neat knave with decent grades when kept in line by his fine, firmly-frockless-filial-fanny-flailing farmer-father, properly-piously to paternalistic prescription starting each day shower-dripping naked OTK and (up)ended it hand-washed before bending back OTK before bed to remember his place, hand-spanked if he was good all day, often getting extra doses (at least his age) of any well-deserved implement(s), and of course at least double, bare-balls, whatever he incurred at school and elsewhere loco parentis, to remember ‘family comes first, father is heaven and hell’.
Doted, duly-dacks-down-deserts-discipline-devoted daddy-dear’s demise dreadfully dimished the due-derriere-discipline-deficient devilkin’s demeanor day by day, dropping grades and decency down to DDs-at-best and despicable debauchery.
After a mourning month, a week-long ‘last warning’ suspension for ‘systematic staff-abuse’ at school (where the daily maximum CP is a dozen paddle-swats fully-clothed) shocked his guardian-‘uncle’ (actually distant kin), who left the runaway rural rascal alone at the homestead due to his constantly-traveling job, enough to visit first-time a week to make proper arrangements. Taking the frustrated headmaster’s cue, he turned to Tony, his predecessor from the ad lib-CP-golden age of education, who supplements his modest pension with private tutoring fees. Prospective-preceptorial Sir was pleasantly surprised, hosting an adolescent-attitude-adjustibility-assessment-appointment, to find the bad-behavior-branded bucolic brat still stat-reverts to obediently-orbs-for-ordeal-offering without backtalk, and even still sticks to father’s rigid rule to stay commando for full benefit of spankings and after-agony-arse-ache, owning only jock-straps to present to prudish betters for brat-butt-beatings, no underpants, and was clearly used from dad’s days to stay eerily-exposed all-on-ankles afterward.
So the Sirs soon sign a specific scheme, stipulating the sums to spend from a study fund seated on the family farm from-now farmed-out for fair fees, to pay his keep as he moves in with Tony ‘loco parentis’ (second strict sire-substitute degree) till graduation and all fees and expenses at a further, firmly-spanking school and in ruthless-rebel-rear-raw-redding-reputed sports teams, Bible-class and so on, so Tony can expect his humble-hound-hiney harshly-hided most evenings when it’s bared for ‘warmly welcome home’ OTK inspection and domestic ‘double doses’, such familiarly-fatherly frockless-fanny-flailings-flourish, the from-F-to-fine-forwarding fledgling fittingly filially begs after a month for permission to call Tony ‘Sir, daddy, Sir’ in mournful memory of his similarly-spankophile strict sire, proof to both that the naked-nates-nurture-naturally-needy naughty knave finally found his place in a warm, well-whooping second home, happily having his hurdies harsh-handled home-style as obediently-orbs-for-ordeals-offering orphan, over and over OTK, the ‘father-son-moment’ signature-spanking before and after grim glowing-globes-gruellings with appropriate attributes applied aptly and amply to his abjectly-attire-abandoned-adolescent-anal-area according to his mischiefs, e.g. rulering for lateness.