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Sunday, July 27, 2025

Meno Thrashed

 





Meno Trashed 

A BBFC MEMBERS AREA ONLY UPDATE:


 This lad refuses to behave and needs a damned good thrashing to make him buck his ideas up, and that’s just what he gets in this session. 





He might act as though he is sorry, but they all do that, and it makes no difference at all. 





The cane is laid on hard, and the welts are soon that lovely, deep, painful red. 




A super hard thrashing for Meno.













🔥 THE RECKONING OF MENO 🔥

A British Boys Fetish Club Exclusive

He was spoken of across borders—not merely by name, but by reputation. Meno, the lad with that radiant smile and sculpted frame, had mastered the art of mischief cloaked in charm. But charm runs out. And when it does, ritual restores order.





This session isn’t casual discipline—it’s sacred consequence. The cane, wielded like scripture, draws truth in welts across brown skin. Each strike, deliberate. Each mark, earned. Grown though he may be, Meno still learns hard lessons where softness once spared him.





British Boys Fetish Club knew how to handle Meno, and Dom Tom administered the ritual of correction to the backside of Meno, in a way of correction and discipline. This was not just physical—it was formative. Because legacy is not sustained by leniency. In pain, there is revelation. In correction, there is love—however hard the path.





Admired. Desired. Disciplined.

Meno’s journey is no longer whispered—it’s shouted in every welt, every red line of remembrance.






“The smile is addictive, but the discipline is timeless. Meno reminds me why this art matters.”

— Holland, Netherlands


“Watching him grow through the ritual is powerful. That beauty paired with correction hits deep.”

— Ray, Atlanta


“He’s a living echo of tradition, and still learning. I respect every mark as a message.”

— Marcel, London





DISCIPLINE STILL MATTERS. Love you, Son.

















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