Skipping : At Bottom Line

As an absolutely-abject, always-arse-agony-available, constantly-cur-cones-crimson-caned Confucian kid, Aiden always has been jealous of his elder neighbour-boy and former science tutor Niko, from this year doing well in college abroad, whom his own savagely-strict lord father had hired often, under strict instructions to willow-whip the whippersnapper wickedly-well, which he did to severe Sir’s satisfaction, the submissively-stripped spankee-squirt’s sobbing sadness and seemingly spanker’s smirking sirely stirring such sightly subject-stripling-squirming, seeing Niko never seemed to suffer the slightest sitting-discomfort while always commando, and asked Aiden’s father for a spanking lesson and to make the knave cut and fetch a fresh switch for each weekly session, suggesting neighbour Hector never spanked his golden boy. So when lord father left for a far family funeral to Fukien (China), without relative around to take the knave in, Aiden successfully suggested Hector, expecting an easy ride and relished rump-roasting-rest for his regularly-red-raw-rides-ravaged rascal-rear.
Alas for Aiden’s as-always-abjectly-agony-available adolescent arse, his lord father sought Hector’s assurance to discipline the dire devilkin at least as strictly-severely as naked-knave-nates-nastily-nurturing Niko’s thornily-teen-tail-tender-tanning tutoring, and explained how at home he hard-handles his hapless handful harshly-hiding, so now Aiden gets it home-style from Hector on the spot, and must cut a switch before bedtime for Niko’s willow-whipping-way, wailing while wriggling whacked worm-wretchedly, wishing the wicked willow ‘way, which was within-reach if only he had suggested a ‘common’ Confucian caretaker, confining his cur-cones-crimson-castigation to customary cane-cuts quickly crime-consecutive, no cursed cutting-command for a coming complementary comeuppance.