Dorm Booze Erik - At Bottom Line

While meekly-mounted-male-mounds-martyred Martin softly sobbed, sincerely-submissively suffering a ‘soundly’ sounding-spanks-stressed lecture OTK, at-length about clever, complete caution with contemptible kinds of contraband as compelling causes for cross cursing and cruelly-crossed clothless-cur-cones-crimson-cuts-covering-castigation, radiantly-red-reared rotter rascal Ramon retreated for relief to a cold cream-rubbing rascal-lush-mate’s room, the semi-silence allowed Diego to notice surprising sounds from the shower, so checked it and found skunk-drunk third beer-buddy Erik, hardly-hiding his hottie-hide, happily horse-hung, having his hangover-halving shower here.
He's still too drunk even to recognize Diego, who suspected so at the silly-sexy staggering stud’s semi-sad sight sine surely-severe-spanking-scare-stirred-stiffy-seed-spillage, and for now only hand-spanks shower-starkers on the spot, to make sure it’s no act, concluding there’s no point in working up his own sweat by severely swatting the shapely, shameless scoundrel-squirt here and now: CP like any punishment only works by painfully-pertinent pain-perception, which is ironically dulled by the squirt’s very spankable sin.
So when Martin’s butt barely burns any longer, like Eric’s hangover, the naked-naughty-knave-nates-nurture-nightmare is about over for the former, just beginning for the latter, who will be note-notified to report twice daily for a month to Diego, freshly cold-showered: every morning towel-only to serve breakfast for Sir – who soon tear it off to snap him ‘olayfuly’- and guests, plus any assigned chores to their fancy, like shoe-shining, followed by his first OTK and probably a naked belting touching-toes, unless it was all flawless, and every evening for an hour in detention shirtless commando, getting double-dose holed-paddling all-on-ankles, elbows on Sir’s desk corroborating every CP in his agenda, which so far is usually worth half an hour, and instead of cold cream he gets rubbed-in pure alcohol, brine and tiger-balm bountifully, badly burning buttocks, boner, boy-hole and balls too, before and bare-still bawling on his belly in bed, forbidden to wash off any before midnight at pain of an extra month.