Mischief Night: At Bottom Line

Frat roommates Diego and Aiden are no strangers to CP, raised by firmly flailing fathers and fellow alumni, who sent the knaves to their shared, same strict, soundly-spanking primary - and prep-school and paddle-happy college-frat, where their abject arses ached attribute-agonized and abundantly OTK, every day their whole pledge year. Now they enjoy bunking together instead of shivering at spanker-reach with a senior big bro, only still to be paddled through the ranks in case of poor grades or gross offense, which neither is likely to incur, unlike the lash and rod back home, where any flaw or excuse will do: their abject arses still hurt for weeks after the steadily-spankable summer, as all their youth.
They consider their unprecedented sitting comfort on unspanked sterns a splendid and precious promotion from poor pious puerile posterior-pounding-passive pupils/progeny to proper pristine-pink-posterior-pleasured persons, thanking All Saints that Halloween break is too short to return home, hence are prepared to preserve this privileged position at almost any price. College-frats-code clearly states that any formal campus police complaint against a frat-boy causes him to forfeit all scholarships and privileges, plus frat-expulsion, but(t) legacies like them are allowed to pledge all-over, a whole ‘purple punishment’ year with guaranteed weekly paddling through the ranks, which their alumni fathers signed them up for in advance, just in case, which so-far proved a perfect deterrent.
When the knaves decided to deliberately commit -a first in their tush-torment-terrorized teen-lives- some harmless, traditional knavery of the trick or treat variety, they were careful to do so well off campus, in another city quarter, but(t) ignored campus police agents can still file a complaint for any public offense they witness elsewhere, while Riley, the least-effective agent on the force, compensates for his regular failures to catch students on campus by masquerading as vigilante and bullying street kids on his home block.
Recognizing the lame pledge uniforms they put back on to spare their proper present, private clothes, Riley, who routinely records all mischief before performing ‘superhero (citizen) arrests’, realized he hit the jackpot: he can blackmail them at will for the rest of their campus lives. Neither party wants to go public, which would see both boys back to pledge-state and end the flogger-fun for Riley, whose colleagues respect nothing more than convincing curs to comply with copious clothless-cones-castigation, so the deal is he orders them in turn to stage some prank he allegedly can catch and castigate the kid for, each every month, and every mischief night their abject arses are his to hide hell-week-style horror-harshly as hell-hound, now ‘privately’, each next year however with his jealous colleagues attending and invited to pitilessly pass the well-whooped wretched worms over for ongoing OTK ordeals, still better then long (especially summer) ‘holidays’ at heartless hell-homes.
As always, Diego goes first, used at home, classes and frat to be pitifully picked first for plenty of pitiless pantless-puerile-posterior-paining processing, being the sexiest dude around, and a Hispanic humble-hound nobly resigned to taking an extra-hard opening dose, tiring his thrashing-thrilled teen-tail-tormentors to the point of probably paining his posterior-pounding-programmed peers pretty-less, the currish cutie’s customary consolation-prize being his ‘commiserating’ confession father commendably ‘letting him off’ as peccadilloes-proper penitence with prayers and hand-spanking instead of the regular rattan rod, relevantly reducing his rascal-rear-red-raw-ravage to relatively restrained rigor.