Piano piece 2: At Bottom Line

Alex’s farm-raised father made his fast, family-first fortune in the big city, selling an agricultural app to big tech, and hastily moved back to the country, in a new but Classicist villa on the ancestral and much more newly-bought farmland turned private park, to give his smart, sadly ‘semi-sissyfied’ son the same solid, stern education Sir got as Dixie farm-boy, only the best variant new money can buy, without spoiling him by stupidly sparing this ravishing rascal the righteous rod of rural-style rigid rearing to rapidly rectify his runaway ‘relaxing’. So Alex transferred from his softy city-school to the Scottish-rooted traditionally-though town-school, where each towering, thundering teacher takes the two-tail-tawse to a trembling teen’s trouserless tail thornily time and time again to teach them total tractability by time-honoured techniques of tush-trashing to true tears, twice-as though trashed too thereafter at home for lots of lackluster lads like Alex, whose ‘laird father’ doubles at least each CP school staff recorded in the red-raw-reared rascal’s red book, laying on wood and/or lash on the bare-balls bent-over bulging-boyhood-beheld brat’s behind ‘barn-style’, frequently for faults and flaws, in front of family, farm-staff, friends … as well. It gets great results in two school terms: his adolescent attitude already went from wayward over ‘whimpy’ to worshipful, his grade-average from B+ over A- to A+, he learned backtalk only brings-on bloody bis-burdens to his blistered-burning bare brat-behind.
Realizing this fine education fit for a high society future is painfully lacking crucial culture, firm farm-raised father hired a strict tutor to civilize his hitlist-rubbish-listening rascal by healthily-hard-hitting hottie-hiney-hidings to proper piano-repertoire player from teen-taste honkey-tonk to heavenly high-art and hellish howling having his helplessly-heightened-hurdies heathenishly-hard-handled to hastily help him to heaven-sounds. Alex had already been given a keyboard to start practicing from a manual, but(t) the tutor detests this ‘modern junk’ as haughtily as the ‘rustic redneck rowdy repertoire’, and wrongly blames Alex for the tacky taste in choosing such class-contrary ‘contraption’.
Classically conservatory-trained, Confucian-customary-copiously-cones-castigated Classical tutor Kim is completely confident cruelly-criss-cross-crimson-cuts-covering can convert the clueless country kid to a Classical keyboard-knowledgeable class-act, keen to crossly curse him klutz or contrary to Classical competition and command him completely clothless to carefully castigate his cutie-cones as copiously as competently in compelling complete compliance.
Accompanying the anatomically-angelic adolescent’s awful ‘asinine act’ with a steady stream of spanking and successive stripping to suitable-starkers-student-state, Kim quickly spots the ruffian rascal’s raw talent, ready to be remarkably refined with a relentless regime of red-raw-rebel-rear-ravaging rod-rides, commencing the ‘crude’ composition-compliance by copious caning, covering the crying kid’s coverless cones in cruelly-criss-crossed cuts consistently, craftily controlling his keys-crafts-control.
Proud of the plentiful pianistic preparation per pantess-puerile-posterior-pink-to-pain-purple-pounding, purposefully producing peeking performance-precision, the pitiless preceptor properly-proudly progresses to the perfectionist part, painstakingly prodding per purple-paining punishment-stick, on the opulent ornamentation by ongoing obediently-offered-orbs-ordeals.
Poor Alex has prayed for his posterior-pained piano-pieces-playing-progress to be past-time as perfectly-precise performer, only to learn his proudly-pleased pa has pitilessly permitted the preceptor to proceed to a prolific program of plenty of ‘pianistic permutations’, practising all-over to learn to play in subtly-specific styles associated with an almost-endless list of composers and arrangers, each encounter entailing excruciating eerily-exposed exercises ending after endless-feeling utterly-unbearable upendings every time Aiden gets himself booked for as-many-as-it-takes more weekends or holidays turned by the terrifying tutor for treats into terrible teen-tail-torments, time and time again thornily tush-tormented to true tears to turn tunes to teacher’s taste, his two twink-tails twisted to the torturous tutor’s tormenting toy-boy-toying-tune.
Only now, Alex learns that he is Aiden’s all-time favourite piano pupil, not because of his pianistic potential or proud pa paying the pitiless preceptor pretty pennies for his perpetually-pained pup’s pleasing piano-player-progress, but(t) because of awkward appreciation of adorable adolescent Alex’s angelic anatomy, allegedly ‘asking for abundant attributes to anal area applying arse agony‘, and plain paternal permission to prep, prod and posterior-pain-punish the puerile pupil-puppy to preceptorial paternalistic pleasure. Just when Alex feels -along his about-always-afire arse- that renders his foreseeably-fanny-flailable freetime-future fully flogging-frenzy-nightmarish, seeking campus-alternatives to avoid home, hence his hated harsh-handed merciless music maestro, it dawns that his toy-tail is his rising rescue, as the giddy genital groping he hardly paid attention to, too tense trembling about tush-torment-threats, strangely satisfies strict Sir similarly to the sadist-streak-suiting stripped-seat-scarlet-spankings, unlike pa who always focusses fully on flailing filial fanny frightfully-forcefully, but(t) like his bucolic uncle, who often strangely gave less swats than told after tactile-toying with his twink-tackle, so he learned to present his private-parts prominently-privacy-privated and pray pretty-please for precise penitent-position-perfecting by penis-pinching and ‘private punishment’, proven to pleasure his pervy punisher plenty for petty pain for the pup, who permutes into a perky pupil of public-pleasing piano pieces and prohibited private pleasuring per privacy-privation.