BBFC: Viktor Can't Be Quiet

Boys are naturally inconsiderate, thoughtless and naughty! I'm sure that a lot of the time it isn't conscious, but that doesn't lessen the impact of their behaviour on those who are forced to put up with it! And, as a strict disciplinarian myself, I am a great believer that the best methods of showing them the error of their ways are the time-honoured old-fashioned ones!

Clearly Teodor is of the same mind as he lays young Viktor over his knee and begins to spank his very prominent bottom with that wicked-looking punishment paddle! I find it interesting that Teodor obviously keeps the spanking-paddle handy so that he is always prepared to discipline Viktor if he feels the lad needs it! As it happens, when I have one of my naughty boys staying with me, I always leave my largest and heftiest slipper on view as a continual reminder to the lad that he can have his trousers taken down at any time and be laid over my knee in his underpants and smacked until his bottom is purple! (And yes, I do check!)

From witnessing the previous punishment of Viktor on numerous occasions now, it is clear that his pants-drawer is a seriously spanky treasure-trove! We have not seen him in a pair of white boner-killers, and if indeed he has any, then they should be left firmly at the bottom of his underpants-drawer where they belong! But the selection he has made for this spanking - oh, ye gods of Spankers' Heaven! They could have been designed as spankingwear! Perfect length to frame Viktor's plump bum for punishment and a great colour for smacking into the bargain - navy-blue, my second favourite colour for spankingwear! Viktor's most spankable punishment underpants yet!

Viktor always manages to look as if he's learnt his lesson when he's had a spanking, and certainly his responses to being smacked always look and sound as though the message is getting through to him! However, experience does tend to suggest otherwise and I don't suppose this thrashing will be his last...!

Grumpy elders often say ‘knaves never learn’, but(t) at Teodor’s they generally end-up getting it all too well, having got it gruesomely good up-ended as often as it takes to get through their thick teen-numbskulls, glowing globes testifying leather and wood prove stronger then assine adolescents’ abjectly-abundant-agony-available-arses every time, over time.
This time of year, the seniors warn their junior housemates to stay out of trouble and Teodor’s sight at all cost, for Sir never fails to oblige his frat’s Summer call for alumni contributions to the first frathouse fundraiser, when no pledges are available as free dogsbodies, meaning Teodor will kindly volunteer them all for menial chores, and alas two super-sour special assignments:
manning the spanking booth at the municipal fair, which isn’t much worse then an average day at the house, except for the strangers watching and applauding each time cash earns the right to order ‘drop-trou’ (jockstrap required by mayoral order) and ‘assume the position’ of the client’s choice for a half, whole or double dozen with an array of souvenir frat paddles often bought and inscribed, all at pricy tarif ‘for the good cause’,
and the utter nightmare, which only Viktor is bluntly dumb enough after last year to risk walking right into again: being the bare-balls ‘colourful centerpiece’ at the alumni benefit dinner, where they all brag in turn about their frat exploits and demonstrate live on that very arse the worst whoopings they ever got as brave pledges and gave as merciless seniors, in between passing around the poor prolifically-profoundly-pain-purpler-pounded puppy-posterior for OTK admirably-awefully-agonized-abjectly-all-attire-abandoned-ass-arse-ache-assessment,
with Teodor taking a professional interest in carefully comparing the impact of old-fashioned and modern paddles, straps, canes, switches, brushes, martinets and so on each brings along and donates to the frarhouse, Sir’s mates ‘generously’ allowing him to copy the curious castigations on the spot, it’s ‘his’ even more generously donated bare-balls-beatable-brat-bottom after all,
and the knaves duly suspect him of faking fanny-fatal factor-novelty for fratmates-flogger-fun, foreplay to frequent floggings flailing all their always-abject arses for failing grades at home ‘frat style of the year’ after the winner is elected and each gets a go at it in turn, again arse-ache-assessing OTK to select the strongest senior spanker, who also wins a free frathouse-fee for a ‘lucky’ legacy kin kid.