K-T has deceived us.

K-T finds himself confronted by the two butlers who have abandoned any semblance of devoted servants. They grab him, one by the right arm and the other by the left, and lift him a couple of centimeters off the ground. The robe opens and the erect cock sways and points at the faces of the onlookers, outraged by the revelation.

K-T is an intruder in their club. K-T tries to wriggle free, but only ends up swaying more and being even more exposed to the public. Next comes the indictment of the bigger butler who uses his free hand to wave the ticket.

-It was examined as we always do. It's more of a formality, but this time the analysis revealed that the ticket was counterfeit. K-T must be said to have done an excellent job as a master forger, but it still didn't escape the observation of the experts.

I capture the astonished face of the boy who thinks he has absorbed a third of that speech. He grasped the gist, which is that he has been found out. The astonishment on his face, however, is due to the fact that he knows nothing about manipulated tickets and that he went there in good faith, presenting what he thought was a genuine ticket that selected him for that evening.

-What should we do with this individual who tried to deceive us? Should we call the police or should we take care of his punishment ourselves?

As a photographer i was made aware of every aspect of the evening and i don't remember Emily mentioning any kind of punishment. Maybe they are improvising, and in any case, it's bad news for the innocent K-T, the victim of this perverse candid camera.

Anyway, my curiosity about what they will do to him prevails, surpassing any sense of guilt. I'm taking some remarkable photos.

Being caught combined with that prolonged display of his genitals is having a better effect than viagra on the boy.

I've never seen his penis so hard and those testicles so big. They look like coconuts. If only they turned around, i would see that butt that even K-T himself doesn't realize how toned it is.

-After a brief consultation with my colleague, as heads of security and decorum of this establishment, we thought that since K-T has behaved like a naughty boy, it is only right that the punishment is in line with his crime.

K-T doesn't catch the reference to the classic of Russian literature, and i don't know if it's because of the situation that drives him to look at his penis, the only part of him that seems to stand up to those two, or simply because he didn't get it.

-Now anyone of you who wishes can administer a sound spanking to K-T. The time it takes to undress him, stripping him of the VIP clothes that don't belong to him, and after placing him in the position that best exposes his backside, you can engage in making it turn red.

Since i started serving Emily, I've been discovering things about myself, passions for certain fetishes that i didn't think i had.

The butlers put in a lot of effort to position her on an armchair with her back down and consequently her butt up. Buttocks that are spread obscenely wide, with the two butlers having pushed K-T's legs in opposite directions, opening them to the limits of humanly possible. K-T's face is almost pressed against the leather seat, and he doesn't see anything else. He can still sense the approach of the punishers.

I don't know if you can tell from the noise their sleeves make while they roll them up how close the first spanking is.

The first of many, given the considerable queue.

I finally have plenty of photos of her backside, every single part of that ass that doesn't take long to turn bright red.

I don't know if I prefer it natural or like a juicy apple; I want to join them and, bravely like some of those present, hit her anus with a flat palm.

I see that with each slap to that spot, he writhes more than with the classic spanking. The procession continues and i have quite a few shots for the ENPM project and for my personal archive.

I don't know how much time passes from the first hit to the last, but from the evidence in the redness of slightly bruised darker areas, he has received quite a few spankings. In fact, for a while now, only the mouth that kisses the armchair has prevented the litany of his pain.

Nothing terrible, but still, in the end, the result is remarkable.

There is no longer anything pink in the complexion of his ass. The anus itself is enveloped in a redness that I imagine is anything but pleasant for K-T. The Stewards show it a bit more by bending it with their physical strength. They point out those widely photographed areas and then one of them clears his throat and announces.