Little Foxxy has finished his first day of a traineeship to be a carpenter. He now thinks he is a big guy. Sitting at the table he is drinking a without asking my permission. He doesn't even attempt to hide the bottle when I enter the room. What insolence! I waste no time in showing him who is the boss in the house. A slap in the face tells him I am being serious. The effect it had on his nose can be clearly seen in a close up. That, just to prove that we fake NOTHING at the Factory. His barking and howling begins with the very first lash of the belt on his workman's dungarees and continues in...

Little Foxxy has finished his first day of a traineeship to be a carpenter. He now thinks he is a big guy. Sitting at the table he is drinking a without asking my permission. He doesn't even attempt to hide the bottle when I enter the room. What insolence! I waste no time in showing him who is the boss in the house. A slap in the face tells him I am being serious. The effect it had on his nose can be clearly seen in a close up. That, just to prove that we fake NOTHING at the Factory. His barking and howling begins with the very first lash of the belt on his workman's dungarees and continues incessently during the whole of this very harsh punishment. His tight, pert, little buttocks are soon glowing very red indeed. The punishment continues with a ping-pong bat and does not stop until Little Foxxy's bare naked globes are well and truly burning. His bruised purple ass was a joy to see. That will teach him a lesson.