Kitchen Bums – Housekeeping : At Bottom Line

O ye gods of Spankers' Heaven! I think this clip is one of the best BLS have done yet, with young Jacob really coming into his own, having already been thrown in at the deep end by being laid over the knee in his debut video!

The smallest and for me, cutest of a group of impossibly cute and spankable young lads, the errant little rascal is picked out once again to be disciplined! And with those dark-haired, youthful good looks and boyish physique, he is just the perfect addition to any spanking studio! I'd LOVE to have him in my circle of Naughty Boys!

And what a bottom Jacob has to smack! Beautifully rounded, pert and slightly plump, those cheeky cheeks were just moulded by the gods of Spankers' Heaven to be smacked! Made to bend over (over an article of furniture that looks as though it could have been constructed for the purpose) the boy receives the spanking he deserves over his training-bottoms and then across the seat of his boxer-briefs! The underpants sequence was a major turn-on, with the hapless youngster clearly being smacked very hard over a good, short and tight pair of boxers, the perfect length to frame Jacob's bottom for smacking, and, being navy-blue, my second favourite colour for spankingwear!

The punishment progresses to a whipping of the buttocks with a multi-thonged whip - an awesome instrument of discipline in the right hands! I have one with six thongs - it's just like receiving six of the best with each stroke and my Naughty Boys can all attest to the hot, smarting sting of the thongs as they snake across their bare, whippable backs, naked buttocks, and very vulnerable thighs! From Jacob's grimaces and gasps of pain, he would be able to sympathise! I'm guessing that there'd be one young man determined to do rather better after all that, to say nothing of having to spend at least one night sleeping on his tummy!

* A little footnote, as a point of interest. Have a close look at the seat of young Jacob's boxer-briefs - no doubt you can see the small hole in the area stretched over the lower-left quadrant of the boy's bum? Not his fault at all, but it does beg questions about the quality of Mr. Calvin Klein's ludicrously overpriced underpants!

The Casa Montana isn’t just a (ratty) restaurant, but(t) also an imminently-sited inn, meaning the top-level guest rooms with most marvellous mountain-views must minutely, manually be cared for daily, a job without specific staff, so it falls for-now, fee-less, to the juniors, with Jacob’s turn on odd days, like when Jackson inspects his and Diego’s VIP suites, finding them simply sub-standard. In fact, as no room was booked off-season, Jacob was only expected to fix them between lunch- an dinner rushes in the restaurant, so the mess is actually to blame on his ‘rooms-mate’ Eric, and presuming there was no point in fixing all the rooms till the season starts, the boys decided for now only to do a quarter a day, this time all on the other, odd-days side.
Jacob decided against explaining his ‘double excuse’, feeling it’s cruel and bad teamwork to shift or extend blame to his buddy, and fearing the whole ‘lazy job-division’ might be judged systematically way worse than a simple ‘bad cleaning day’, so he just took the blame and blazing bare-balls brat-butt-blistering, as the gallant host often did at home rather than let pitiless pa lay the lash on kid kin or a study buddy.
Seeing some staff in attendance, Jacob also assumed being made an example of for his colleagues, as often happened to him haplessly at home, as humiliatingly hard-handed-hided heinie-helplessly-heightened, humiliatingly horse-hung-hardening-he-hood-heeded, whenever pa plentifully practised pantsing and paddle-pounding his perfectly-perilously-presented puerile-puppy-posterior pink-to-profoundly-pain-purple in puerile (peer) presence as ‘warm welcome’ to warn whippersnapper-visitors what ‘waits wayward wantons, even when regular study- or playmates arrive again another month, presumably more for periodic paternal paternalistic posterior-punisher-pleasure then properly pragmatical, but(t) any question concerning condemnations to coverless-cur-cones-crimson-covering castigation constitutes backtalk, a mortal sin requiring the whole woodshed-treatment halfway to hell and back.
Only after Jackson has finished his integral inn-inspection and intensely-intimidating intimate-intimation by coverless-cur-cones-crimson-cuts-covering castigation, copiously cat-claw-criss-crossing crossly-cursed-klutz-kids-cones with Confucian-customary cruelty, whereafter Diego then dutifully lectures the lividly-lower-limbs-licked lowly-louts long and loudly OTK, so they learn ‘lasting life-lessons’ tailormade each in turn teen-tails-touched, Jacob tells he took this one for the team and the teaching of his teammates by trouserless-tush-torment, so strict Sir-self shall see and sense some strikingly-sincere superiorly-submissive serviceability, splendidly suiting a still-scared-stiff-swollen-seed-shaft-sporting sweetie-squirt.
Strikingly surprising the sermonizing, soundly-spanking Sir, the scarlet-swatted squirt spells-out he-self saw to the swell spanking-scene-set, supplying the sevenfold scourge and seeing a suitable seat stands staged smartly for super-sound spanking-sessions, since such seemed self-evident to the submissive squirt, having been stripped and spanked to scolding Sirs’ satisfaction all his life.
Thus he humbly helps his Hispanic-hottie-heinie-hotly-hiding highness heed to the need to help the hapless humble-hounds, however how? Diego starts considering what it will take to turn-over this tale of tearful trade-trash-teens trembling turning the trouserless tails to thundering thrashers into true teaching to top-notch techniques, the seed is sawn, his smartness and study shall surely scout scores of suitable simple and subtle stuff to see to superior services and staff-use.