Landlord Spank: Drinking - At Bottom Line

The naughty knave buddies assumed they won a lottery ticket to freedom and debauchery like Alex’s cousin boasted by attending a college far from home and talk the home front into privately renting his very room cheap from a family friend, far from the strict-disciplining monitored dorm, but(t) ignored that the cousin’s libertine landlord had sold the house, to pay his own debts, to strict Sir Stavros Paiolologos, who cunningly called their parents before drafting the joint contract and got Aiden’s patriarchal lord father to include a loco parentis clause, mandating him to impose corporal punishment as he sees fit, which is a reformatory regime, as he also has a college contract to take in the ‘nasty’ knaves thrown out of dorm for worse misbehaviour then can be controlled under the college restrictions on CP, and until these two are joined by this term’s first fuck-up-following fellow, Stavros intends to plentifully practice pitiless pantsing and perilously-presented-puerile-posteriors-pink-to-profound-purple-pounding the pair practically-permanently, pretexts paired to punishable peccadilloes.
Aiden will resign easily, fatalistically feeling back at the full-force-filial-fanny-flailing family-farm, where Chinese knaves get spanked ever-so-often eerily-exposed at any elder’s pleasure or displeasure, commonly conform conservative countryfolk complete-contrite-compliance-compelling Confucian custom and attend each-other’s arse-agony all the time, but(t) for Alex, whose home always was a safe haven were a mere OTK was the last resort punishment for very rare unforgiveable faults like arson or failing grades, their fair but strict spanking schools are suddenly smashingly-trumped in sadistic-seeming spankophile-supervision-severity, a stranger Sir savouring to sentence the shivering, systematically-subdued squirts to strip and slavishly submit to strict or senseless spanking-sessions, his absolutely-abject-adolescent-arse always aching agonized worse every day here then all year at home, and no longer alone with daddy in his room, but(t) privates-privacy-privated in front of his buddy and Sir’s other charges and frequent visitors.
If his brightly-burning brat-butt weren’t bared to be beaten black-and-blue beyond-bearable so bountifully by the bluntly-belittling-barking belt-brandishing brute, Alex could kick himself for having begged to sign up for this for six years or more, and a cruel twist only kicks-in at the approach of the first holiday for Christmas: the contract allowed Sir to choose when to allow them home, which was not weeks but(t) only three days (two to travel) after each term, not even enough for his frequently-fearsomely-flailed fanny to heal half, his whole family would see him seat-shifting sorrily-sore-spanked at the festive meal and hear dad read-out Stavros’s regular reports on rigorously reaping rules-respect by red-raw-ravaging rebel-rear ruthlessly, recommending he’ld be balls-bared at the table to be agonized-arse-ache-assessed over each adult kin-guest’s knee, inspiring fathers to take-up coverless-cur-cones-crimson-castigation as cruel compliance-compelling-custom, causing their kids to commonly curse at comeuppances as ‘cause for culminating cruelty’ cousin Alex!