WET SPEEDOS. A theme often requested.

Jonathan decided of his own accord to have a relaxing afternoon in my hot tub. Not only that, he also thought it might be a fine idea to drink a bottle of one of my better white Burgundy vintages. I was, as you can no doubt imagine, absolutely enraged.

I ordered the insolent youngster out of the tub and immediately put him across my knee. The slapping of my hand on his dripping wet, tight speedos was judging by his reaction obviously very painful. The groaning continued when I pulled the blue speedos up into a very tight wedgie and continued span... Show more