BBFC: Radek Classic Mistake

Radek was raised relentlessly-rigidly, too ruthlessly-respectfull to raise any reserves reeking rudely of rotten respect-restriction rather then ‘ruefully’ resigning to rough ‘rebel-rear’-raw-reddening rigid-rod-rides (either sense), barely blushing being barking-bid to bare his blissfull-betters-beheld boyhood and brutally-beatable bubble-butt-bottom, yet can’t help silently sighing, sadly sensing some senseless spankings seem super-silly, stupid-even such-as-now.
After all, second Sir just put him and other room juniors OTK all-on-ankles to poignantly ponderous-paddle-press the puerile-posteriors-pain-purpling ‘pressing’ point he decided to move-up monthly major laundry day a week to today, requiring all hampers to be filled swiftly, giving a one hour ultimatum to turn-in towels and all. So all knaves race-rushed to shower speedily, in order of seniority, Sergio smartly suggested sharing stuff to shed soon anway, still time was preciously running out for the juniors.
Alas, nobody told senior Sir about the laundry reschedule, so he still expected regularly-early morning chores service, remembered ravishing ‘recruit’ Radek rostered, resolving to roast the “respectlessly (re)tardy rascal’s rebel-rear” radiantly raw-red to restore rigid-rules-respect rapidly.
Had Radek simply spoken up truthfully, already OTK, he had probably got off with this ‘warm-up’ hand-spanking, now he’s ordered starkers to fetch the riding crop, to keep clutched between his clothless cones on (mostly extra) daily chores a whole week, crimson-cuts-criss-cross-coverage contracted for the slightest sloth or flaw, six of the best as starters as sign-off anyway, also guaranteeing today he won’t make the hamper-utimatum, being last there getting a gruesome globes-grilling to dreaded discipliner Dimitri’s frightfully-furious fanny-flogger-fancy for most of this Saturday ‘while they wait’ for the washing & drier machine, over and over, second Sir’s favourite passtime being blissfully-brutally beating bared bad-behaved-brat-butts bountifully beyond barebly-blistered.
As a result, raw-rod-ridden-reared rigidly-respectful recruit Radek feels right back home, only on one of those dogsbody-derriere-dooming days his lord father or another senior, sonless kinsman officer, seething since suffering some serious setback, shouting-sends for suitably-shivering superbly-subdued sonnyboy to serve such sulky Sir as submissively starkers-stripped subject of a senselesssly-severe series of seriously-savage seat-skin-systematically-scarlet-striping spankings-servings, staged as ‘painfull posterior punishment protocol perfecting practice’, too onerous an ongoing obediently-offered-orbs-ordeals-order for Sir's officer orderly to be object of, while Radek and his knave kin (sometimes some lined-up, as for the patriarch) ask no questions, just ‘gratefully grovel’ with gloriously-glowing gruelled globes to thank the haughty hell-houndish humblehound-heinie-hider for his horrible harhsness as lout-lower-limbs-limp-lashing ‘life lessons learned’ after the complementary concluding long lecture OTK of purely preventive prohibitions and prescriptions prone to particular painful punishments, picked pointlessly.