Sweet Jonathon arrived to visit me and was rather tired and could not hide a distinct smell of alcohol off his breath. I had warned him about that kind of behaviour in the past. I ordered him to give me his belt and started giving him his deserved punishment. Soon his jeans, then his underpants were down and he was getting the strokes on his bare naked bottom. His pain was becoming more apparent with each and every stroke.With a glowing red bottom he informed me he couldn't take any more on his burning cheeks. That was not a problem. With a short, leather clad cane I proceeded to give him t... Show more