Porn magazines.

He says, lifting one and starting to flip through it. It's stuff from the 70s with hairy bushes in need of a weed whacker, starring more the women to whom they belong. There are the photo novels with abundant close-ups. His big penis, like a divining rod searching for treasure, does not budge. K-T continues the exploration. The dirty magazines from subsequent years are more stimulating, and this time the chapel nods in agreement, but beyond a bit of sperm, there's no risk of ejaculation. At the moment, it's all very traditional stuff, hookups and stories about plumbers and housewives in need of a personal plumbing overhaul, or teachers giving remedial courses in linguistics applied to the intimate parts of students who can't really be said to not be putting in the effort and applying themselves. Anyway, K-T discovers at that moment that overly classic things don't excite him that much. It might need something less intense but more tantalizing.

-What's wrong with you? Stop it. You should have gotten up and made a move with the women who were all over fucking... not with these... - K-T talks to his penis, which is not immune to a couple of photo shoots of big guys who start off dressed as workers or lawyers and end up completely naked in about ten photos.

-I've understood that enforced nudity is now a part of our lives...

He closes the magazine and shows the next one. The title is Spanking Digest, but what hits him immediately and transmits to his penis like an electric shock is seeing that the girl in the cover story is identical to his sister Emily. And since this Emily is in a corner with the pleated skirt from some private school rolled up at the waist, her panties stretched between her knees revealing pure bare roundness, he doesn't linger any longer and flips through the magazine in search of the full content. He finds it. He begins to read the story of the reckless and disobedient Charlene, but immediately in his mind he calls her Emily, who is summoned by the principal. This time he really messed up because in the next photo, in a striking black and white, you can see the austere rector showing a stick with a curved handle. He continues to discover that he calls it cane and that he intends to use it multiple times, at least six, on the bare bottom of Charlene/Emily. It's at this point that he feels a pressure in his balls.

-How are you, Emily? It's you now with your bare bottom receiving a punishment.

And what punishment does K-T think of while in a rapid sequence the principal invites Emily to first stand in the corner of the room (the cover photo) and then to spread her legs and bend forward. There is a close-up image showing the indentation between her legs, her vagina, and a bit of her anus. The penis seems like it wants to see what's happening too because it bangs against the dusty pages of the magazine. K-T slowly turns the page, still savoring the humiliation, even though it is in the fiction of the sister who has often embarrassed him in reality. Here is the highlight moment. The first blows and the unmistakable and clear marks that form, photo after photo, on the butt. The orgasm is now imminent. K-T Emily in the story puts her hands on her butt and hops around. The rector threatens him to get back in position or there will be additional blows.

There are two pages of interruptions with advertisements for punitive instruments for sale in some sex shop that has probably closed, and then comes the surprise. The angry principal, upset by another outburst from Emily, orders her to take off all her clothes.

-That's how it's done.

Thinks K-T as if he were cheering on his favorite team. Emily, now embarrassed (something K-T never thought she would see), unfastens her necktie and then reveals her bra by unbuttoning her blouse one button at a time. Once wearing only the skirt, because she completely took off her panties, she takes this off too. The rector, not satisfied with that nudity, forces her to straddle the armrest of the chair. That vision of spread and already marked buttocks, of little nipples pressed against the leather furniture, and the very visible anus, so much so that it could be the subject of some whipping, pushes K-T's nine cm rod, now at its limit, to erupt with a spray that splashes everywhere, even on the images of the virtual Emily. He feels satisfied, but just at that moment of post-pleasure, a familiar voice throws him into a panic. An angry voice says.

-What the hell are you doing?!!!