Casa Revisited: At Bottom Line

Antonio knows all too well, like all knaves in the family, from persistent patriarchal posterior-painfully-pounded paternalistic practice, laziness is as sure to earn them a sore-spanked seat as any other vice known to their elders, so usually they say ‘Yes, Sir’ and try to obey, but(t) after hearing from cousin Jacob about the ‘hard-labour humble-hound-hinies-hiding hell’ in Casa Montana, and warned without relevant experience or recommendation he would be a mere dishwasher, at the bottom of the pecking-order but(t) the top of the bare-bottom-beatable-brats-list, he decides bluntly to brave paternal command to apply for any job there, despite the risk that this time he’ll by OTK pants – or even all on ankles, a rare humiliation reserved for ‘rebel-rear-ravage-rides’, as regularly a burning bad-boy-behind betters brat-behaviour briskly.
Father Juan however, having heard from Jacob’s the restaurant’s ruthlessly-rigid regime really rendered the ‘rotten rascal’ remarkably respectful at home, is determined to pull rank on this one, so shocks the shivering spankee-squirt by stripping-starkers-but-socks-in-stages, and spells a severe series of subsequent serious-spanking-sessions by commanding the contrary cur commando tearing-up his boxers in position, even gayly gripping and groping genitals like only grim grandpa Jorge gives it good to godson’s glowing globes, just as ‘jolly’ as Juan got it as spankable son, feeling it’s time to claim his full-status as fully-feared full-force-flogger, filially feared for furnace-fiery flailing for the faintest flaws and far-from-fair flogger-fun as this unprecedented orgy of obediently-offered-orbs-ordeal opened his eyes he enjoys eerily-exposed-endurance as eagerly as any elder used to lay hand and azote on naked knave Juan at the ancestral village, grandpa will happily bring an identical azote from the same artisan at his next visit, eager to break it in on the bare-balls brat’s burning bottom bountifully before the bis-blistering begins by Juan, who agrees to such tandem-teen-tail-tender-tannings at every family visit from or to grandpa or uncle, who submits Jacob to the same regime and agrees that the cousins will be frockless-fannies-flailed lined-up whenever together, which will now be almost as often as possible. Seeing no other way out of way-more wretchedly-worm-wise-wriggling woodshed-style whooping-weekends, Antonio takes a flexible maintenance job, so he can see himself rostered when Jacob isn’t, never mind the boss keeps staff motivated by kicks in the pants and the foreman paddles on his overall for flaws, Jacob will be kindly not too jealous of Antonio’s sitting-comfort, or at least for a while, for once the foreman works out why the wanton wants extra shifts without double pay, he’ll also start paddling the kid double-doses, on the bare, often on preposterous pretexts, yet not quite as bad as home, with welcome (pittance) pay, and sparing Jacob.