Well, I ended up having to work all weekend and progress has been limited (only one frame). But I wanted to go ahead and load it since there's been such a delay.
As a shy, well-raised boy from a loving mansion home and good family, Larry is used to being respectful and obedient, rarely deserving punishment from his fair and caring, almost pampering father, who occasionally and awkwardly hand-spanks him OTK on boxers in the bedroom, for his own good. Seeing, and even earlier just hearing about, brutish means like a paddle, instinctively make him grab his globes, without even a thought of backtalk, as his elders always know best, while the mere idea of privates-privacy-privation give shiom a most uncomfortable boner he’ll want to cup coyly as soon as he realizes anyone notices. It’s very different for libertine lowlife lauts like Angelo, from the sweatshop immigrant workers slum, where boys flaunt boners as proof of awakening manhood, stripping off with or without pretext, considering it a fringe benefit of frequent corporal punishment, always on and in the bare, their betters being bent on beating bad brat butts black and blue, not waring out good (usually second – or third hand) textile, warmly welcoming a male audience, with all the housemates in attendance and half the neighborhood rushing to the show whenever word spreads of bellowing announcing another naughty knave’s nakes nates need nasty nurture, not unlike what their elders get from rich bosses for peccadilloes or simply to keep them in their place, just as Angelo gets globes-grueled good at home anyhow if he hasn’t actually earned a flogging for a week, and whenever his father wants to work out his flailed-fanny-frustration after a lashing at work, while other men frequently, firmly flog his frockless fanny for flaws and faults, such as failing to satisfy his employer as lawn -, delivery -, paper - or pool boy or just making only partial payment on penniless pa’s endless debts with landlord, grocer and bookie…, gauranted to get it at least ad bad back home, especially after confession (weekends and many feasts, daily in Lent) and penitence from the sexton. Angelo still feels his first literate generation incredibly privileged, as they got to go to school, maybe even college on sports scholarship, with a hope at a decent job. Also, since turning 18 he no longer just gets birthday spankings in the bare from every elder male relative on his and their birthdays (till he moves out), but now also has a go at younger kids on his and their birthdays, so now bending over proudly-privates-public for a beating feels like the fair price for the fantastic privilege to swing the strap and smack stripped squirt sterns, having inherited his pa’s and grandpa’s spankophile streak (which earned him much more meekly-mounted-male-mounds-martyring then most mates on similar medium behavior) , so he can’t wait to tutor -with standard spanker privilege and symbolical fee, confiscated for rent anyway- being an A student in several subjects. He knows he can take loads of licks like the best, wants to make his family as proud soon learning to dish it out as expertly as grandpa, who as young gardener back in the old country spanked sinner squirts’ precisely-prescribed plentiful pantless penitences after Saturday and vigil confession since the parish priest there was disabled by horrible artritis. Coach can relate to both, having landed his job in this slum school after failing to graduate on his jock scholarship, sparing his silevr-spoon stepson serious slum-style spankings, yet Sir’s sensitive buddy’s seemingly-senseless stripping for a superfluous school-site spanking still stuns both. - FASTIFEX
Nice Turquine, I hope to see more soon with Angelo's spanking !
ReplyDeleteAs a shy, well-raised boy from a loving mansion home and good family, Larry is used to being respectful and obedient, rarely deserving punishment from his fair and caring, almost pampering father, who occasionally and awkwardly hand-spanks him OTK on boxers in the bedroom, for his own good. Seeing, and even earlier just hearing about, brutish means like a paddle, instinctively make him grab his globes, without even a thought of backtalk, as his elders always know best, while the mere idea of privates-privacy-privation give shiom a most uncomfortable boner he’ll want to cup coyly as soon as he realizes anyone notices.
ReplyDeleteIt’s very different for libertine lowlife lauts like Angelo, from the sweatshop immigrant workers slum, where boys flaunt boners as proof of awakening manhood, stripping off with or without pretext, considering it a fringe benefit of frequent corporal punishment, always on and in the bare, their betters being bent on beating bad brat butts black and blue, not waring out good (usually second – or third hand) textile, warmly welcoming a male audience, with all the housemates in attendance and half the neighborhood rushing to the show whenever word spreads of bellowing announcing another naughty knave’s nakes nates need nasty nurture, not unlike what their elders get from rich bosses for peccadilloes or simply to keep them in their place, just as Angelo gets globes-grueled good at home anyhow if he hasn’t actually earned a flogging for a week, and whenever his father wants to work out his flailed-fanny-frustration after a lashing at work, while other men frequently, firmly flog his frockless fanny for flaws and faults, such as failing to satisfy his employer as lawn -, delivery -, paper - or pool boy or just making only partial payment on penniless pa’s endless debts with landlord, grocer and bookie…, gauranted to get it at least ad bad back home, especially after confession (weekends and many feasts, daily in Lent) and penitence from the sexton. Angelo still feels his first literate generation incredibly privileged, as they got to go to school, maybe even college on sports scholarship, with a hope at a decent job. Also, since turning 18 he no longer just gets birthday spankings in the bare from every elder male relative on his and their birthdays (till he moves out), but now also has a go at younger kids on his and their birthdays, so now bending over proudly-privates-public for a beating feels like the fair price for the fantastic privilege to swing the strap and smack stripped squirt sterns, having inherited his pa’s and grandpa’s spankophile streak (which earned him much more meekly-mounted-male-mounds-martyring then most mates on similar medium behavior) , so he can’t wait to tutor -with standard spanker privilege and symbolical fee, confiscated for rent anyway- being an A student in several subjects. He knows he can take loads of licks like the best, wants to make his family as proud soon learning to dish it out as expertly as grandpa, who as young gardener back in the old country spanked sinner squirts’ precisely-prescribed plentiful pantless penitences after Saturday and vigil confession since the parish priest there was disabled by horrible artritis.
Coach can relate to both, having landed his job in this slum school after failing to graduate on his jock scholarship, sparing his silevr-spoon stepson serious slum-style spankings, yet Sir’s sensitive buddy’s seemingly-senseless stripping for a superfluous school-site spanking still stuns both. - FASTIFEX