Andie Late

 

Wandering in slowly, late for work, 

gets Andie a lot more than he bargained for.

 Starting off in a classic OTK spanking, with the added help of the paddle, he gets a lesson in timekeeping. 

Then he changes to the wheelbarrow and gets a taste of the brush as well. 

Then a final head over heels, with the brush of course, and the job is done in teaching this lad how to tell the time.

“Time’s Up: Andie’s Morning Reckoning”

Andie strolled in late, slow, and sheepish, not quite prepared for the reception waiting for him. No excuses, no clever remarks—just silence met by the unmistakable look that said he was in for it.

He found himself promptly pulled into a classic OTK position, where firm words were followed by even firmer swats. The paddle joined in early, sharp and decisive, setting the tone that this lesson would be remembered.

But it didn’t end there.

Shifted into the wheelbarrow—unbalanced, exposed—it was the brush’s turn to deliver its bristled commentary. Each stroke punctuated the importance of punctuality, the sting matching the message.

And then, the finale: head over heels, legs elevated, a final round with the brush. 

The rhythm of discipline met the ticking of an invisible clock, resetting Andie’s sense of time with every swat.

By the end, the message was clear. 

Time wasn’t just kept—it was earned.

And as Andie rubs his sore backside, already tinged with that unmistakable shade of lesson-learned crimson, one truth settles in deeper than any paddle stroke: 

Discipline still matters—and red butts never lie.

Andie Late

British Boys Fetish Club

Tom Thigh Flogging

 

Tom is chosen from the three of them for a session on the horse. He is not sure what he is in for, but soon finds out. 

The cane cracks down on his thighs again and again.

 It brings out some lovely colour and super welts. The way that he moans and pleads is wonderful to hear in the super clip.

Tom’s Reckoning – Commentary on the Horse Session by Punishment4lads

There’s no ceremony—just the sharp inevitability of the cane. Tom is selected, not by chance but by design, and the horse becomes his altar. He mounts with a blend of hesitation and resolve, the posture of a lad stepping into the unknown.

The strokes fall clean and merciless. Each one lands with surgical intent, cutting not only into flesh but into uncertainty. His thighs bloom with welts that speak louder than words, crimson punctuation against pale resolve. The moans aren’t theatrical—they’re involuntary, honest, guttural.

What makes this session resonate isn’t the pain alone. It’s the transformation. Tom begins as a novice, but each stroke bends him toward revelation. He pleads, yes—but behind it, there's acceptance, the kind that only true submission delivers.

Punishment4lads doesn’t embellish—they expose. The camera doesn’t flinch, and neither does the cane. Discipline becomes art. The session becomes scripture written on skin.

Tom Thigh Flogging 

Punishment4Lads