BBFC: Radek Overstepped the Mark

A fantastic little video!

What makes it for me is young Radek's wardrobe, as this drop-dead gorgeous young lad is forced to bend over the table at a very tight angle! The dark-blue shorts, affording a generous glimpse of the waistband of the boy's boxer-briefs, showing that Radek is a committed wearer of coloured underpants!

And then -WOW! Those spankably short black underpants - one of my favourite colours for spankingwear and the perfect length for punishment!

Although Teodor spanks Radek good and hard, he seems very lenient when it comes to the lad's attempts to shield his bottom from smacking! My naughty boys know, sometimes from painful experience that that is an absolute NO,NO! and one that will bring down on them much stricter and more severe discipline!

Radek makes a quick getaway after his spanking, without even the formality of pulling his pants and trousers up - the sure sign of a boy who wants to rush away and forget how he has just been dealt with...till next time, of course...

Is there any chance of seeing Radek laid over the knee in those short, tight, spanky boxers?!

As an absolutely-abject army clan brat, Radek is radically used to obey without questions, whether told to strip, jump in icy water, wear any kind of uniform (one distant uncle gets each knave at last once a weird weekend to thornily train this thoroughly, thriftily thrashing their tails to true tears if they hesitate a single second to put on stinking mud, nettles skirts, clothes drenched in itching powers or worse irritants … or take it off without permission, however badly it burns; Radek never flinched, not even when he went in the woodshed for the same suite of spankings over a sawhorse next to a cousin who failed repeatedly, hence deserved it unlike him but(t) got no worse whipping, a ‘Prussian discipline’ test the patriarch praised his father for, who proudly put him nude OTK to pass on the perfect performance praise elaborately at spanking-rhythm -serving as sort of a clan anthem- for every kinsman <span>at their next visits</span>, before proudly passing over their laps for long laudatory comment!), in silence counting himself lucky attire for House and campus is rather comfortable, as he now gets an ample allowance for it from home, unlike the coarse size-misfit handdowns knaves suffer at home for generations on end, less to spare their neat new attire then to toughen them up, so now he feels spoiled, almost guilty, when only his bare buttocks burn, neither balls nor boner blue-bruised …
Radek was delighted to be invited to a campus cycling team, a sports discipline commended by the clan customs as sitting on a hard saddle sore-sterned after spankings prolongs the punished-posterior-pain-perception, resigned it can’t be bare-balls as they ride in open air, still disappointed he can’t even come commando and sad it’s such soft-padded saddle. Soldiers wear the uniform assigned, never mind the campus tradition is to exchange national-emblemed gear for private use in the year after an international training duel, in this case the Norwegian flag. While his clan ironically has a proud Swiss-like tradition of serving in better-paid allied army elite corps, pitiless proud patriot Teodor treats textile-estranging as treasonous red-line-crossing, relying to rapidly, ruthlessly repress ‘red flag rubbish’on rebel-rear-really-rueful-rendering raw-reddening-rod-rides.
Right-now Sir ‘only’ has a leather paddle at hand, the bulk of the ass-arse-agony-administration-arsenal being on courtesy loan for a friendly frat’s fund-raiser spanking boots, so the leathering will have to make his point promptly on the peachy puppy’s perilously-presented perky penitent-posterior for ‘primer purple-paining’, prior to burning the odiously-offending orbs-cover on-spot and sending the shameful sinner-squirt suitably-shaded-shorts-only to the above frat to man each spanking boot graced with a House implement for free an hour, shorts-on-ankles unlike the fratboys, hence drawing the crowd each time, ‘promised’ next weekend each Sir shall spend most of a day proving any implement hurts much more in their properly-patriotic paternalistic paws, especially when clothless-cringing-contemptible-cur-cones-crossly-crimson-castigating ‘for crown and country’.
His ‘heinous high-treason’ is kept confidential to spare the House’s reputation, only his campus cycling club is told he’s forbidden to wear any ‘unnecessary’ emblems, but(t) jumps at Sir’s suggestion to punish his property-disrespect pittilessly by plentifully paddling his pantsed posterior by way of ‘hellweek bis’, as only ‘re-pledge’, suffering subsequent scarlet-spanking-sessions spread over their next seven months, staying starkers one hour after each weekly practice shower, and always cycling commando as they avidly adapt the club bylines House-inspired, exempting only members pledged before him from CP to get unanimous approval, Radek remembering clan cadets never oppose punishment.&nbsp;
It’s rare he suffers such sustained series of severe spanking suites on several sites, ‘specially for something he never conceived carrying cross consequences, nor could at home. Cringing crimson-coned, he craves communicating this comparatively-cruel CP to the clan, confident it can convincingly convey he’s completely-compliant and competently-controlled, the coveted cost-worthy campus-complementary ‘camping’ compatible to clan cadet controle-code.&nbsp;