Smacking It In: Whiskey Whipping - at Bottom Line

One might think Diego’s New Year’s resolutions would include less alcohol after his strict Sir father Hector decided to flog him senseless -mainly meaning the wicked woodshed willow-switching next weekend, after this ‘sissy foretaste’ while still ‘semi-sedated’ drunk- for not knowing his liquor limit, but(t) instead it’s stopping the childish-mean ashes-in-glass prank he pulled on seven schoolmates and apologizing to them all, regardless which one among his Sylvester guests -they take turns as host- finally ‘returned the favour’.
However that won’t help his humble-hound-hottie-hide here, for when hell-hound-harsh Hector was informed by letter left on the liquor-cabinet, said sire insisted to invite ‘stupid-stunt-sonly Cinderella’s seven drinking dwarfs’ for the upcoming weekend of woodshed comeuppance, bringing whatever implements their fathers punished their innocent drunkenness with, so Diego can get those ‘returned’ double-dose as ‘sound supplement’ in-between sirely sally-switching-sessions, still squirming and submissively sobbing starkers suffering scores of swats over the solid, splinters-stingy sawhorse.
Still scarcely satisfied by such summa of stupor-sinner- sonly spankee-sufferance, strict Sir shall send him seven Saturdays successively to some of the seven study-mates’ sire, to supplicate a suitably-strict spanking-sentence for shamelessly sickening their sons subsequently set-up suffering sirely spankings sine sin. Six sons are sweet-enough to share with him some soothing-cream, saying study-mateship stops.
Somehow, strict Sir simply seems to sense something still should stir supplementary spanking sentences. Some similar sentiment simultaneously sees Sir’s soundly-scarlet-spanked studly-squirt-son shiver still-starkers, scared-stiff such script should surely spell suffering some severe swatting-supplement, somehow as sure as sorrily-sore so-long as sonly scarlet-spanked-seat stays stripped to show-off Sir’s savage severity ...