He liked The Birthday Gift best, because it gave an insight, why Coldham and Beverly Noose used that specific physical punishment on Fin. He requested, if I could write another story. This time about Coldham F., Fin's grandfather and Coldham, Fin's father, when they were younger and Coldham F. spanked his son.
Coldham Fintan Noose junior was a curious child. He and his best friend Dylan played with the magnifying glass, borrowed from Dylan's Dad - he didn't know about it and wouldn't have allowed it. It was fun having the light reflected at the dry grass at the back garden of Dylan's home. It was a hot summer and it hadn't rained for weeks. Neither Dylan nor Coldham expected the grass would burst into flames. They were stunned for a moment, then dropped the glass - it smashed in the process - and ran away. Instead of calling for help, they went to Coldham's house, pretending nothing had happened.
The fire spread to the shed, containing Dylan's father’s tools. A neighbor saw the fire, called the fire brigade and tried to put out the flames by himself. With the help of the fire fighters it was prevented from spreading further and the damage to the shed was minimal. Other neighbors and Dylan's parents had gathered to watch. One of the firefighters found the magnifying glass and a small cross. He handed both items to Dylan's father. He recognized them. The cross belonged to Coldham. Mr. Coakley had it seen only this morning, when Coldham arrived after breakfast to play with Dylan. He combined his son and Coldham were behind the fire. He knew what he was going to do with Dylan.
Coldham Fintan Noose senior returned after a long day at the hospital. He was one of the best surgeons in the state. Coldham F. was tired, but satisfied. The complicated operation had gone well.
The family was having dinner, when their neighbor Zentavious Coakley arrived. He wanted to talk with Coldham F. and was very serious. Normally Zentavious was always ready to smile. Coldham F. excused himself. The two men couldn't have looked more different. Coldham F. had blond hair, looking like ripe wheat. He was of average height and had blue grey eyes. Zentavious was tall and strong boned, had dark brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. Coldham junior stopped eating and stared at his plate. He could guess, what Mr. Coakley was telling his Dad. Coldham unconsciously clenched his buttocks. He knew he was going to be spanked. His older half brother Artie guessed Coldham was in trouble. Artie teased him: "Oh, you are so getting it, my dear. You are turning seven in a few weeks, aren't you?" Artie knew perfectly well, Coldham's birthday was on 21st of August. "Just the right time to introduce the belt. Man, I can tell you, that's something to look forward to..." He probably would have continued, but caught the look his mother Lilian Rose gave him. Coldham's eyes filled with tears. He was already fearful. Coldham's father smacked always very hard and it was going to hurt much more, if Coldham F. really was going to use his belt. Coldham had seen the damage the belt was able to do and not only once. Dylan had shown him and unintentionally had found Diane, his older half sister, treating Artie. His half brother had a run in with Dad after coming home late for the third time and not just a few minutes, but very late at night. He was fifteen then. Instead of apologizing, he talked back, which was unacceptable for Coldham F. Artie's stepfather sent him to bed and promised to deal with him the next evening.
Coldham F. and Zentavious were back. Coldham F.'s impression was grim. Mr. Coakley left. Coldham F. took his place and continued eating. The atmosphere was tense. When Lilian Rose went to get the apple crumble, Coldham F. asked Coldham to stay behind after dinner. Coldham's stomach knotted. The food he had just eaten felt like a stone.
The time, when all the dishes had been cleared, arrived too soon. His siblings left. Only Coldham's parents and his one year old baby brother stayed behind. "So, Coldham Fintan Noose junior, Mr. Coakley told me, there was a fire at his shed and that he found your cross and his magnifying glass at the starting point. Do you have any explanation?" His father started. Coldham told the truth. He was glad he was sitting, because he felt weak in the knees. Coldham senior started to lecture Coldham junior. He mentioned it had been dangerous, not only for the kids, but also to other people. Instead of fleeing the scene Dylan and he should have informed an adult. Coldham F. said also, that Mr. Coakley had forbidden Dylan to take the magnifying glass for good reasons. The damage to the shed could have been worse or it could have spread to other houses and could have burnt down the whole neighborhood, maybe costing other peoples lives. "I must say I am very disappointed. You are old enough to know, when no means no and also to stand to your mistakes. You are going to be punished. Tomorrow. I am too angry to do it right now. Go to your room and stay there until I call you." Lilian Rose's lips were tightly pressed together. She wouldn't say anything until their son had left. "Please Coldham F. don't be too hard on Coldham. It was an accident and he is very young. Coldham admitted it. He is sorry and has learned..." "Coldham is going to repeat the same thing, if he won't receive a harsh reminder, what correct behavior is." Coldham F. replied heated. His temper was rising further. He was angry with Coldham and hated it, when Lilian Rose tried to interfere. Coldham F. was the man of the house and felt responsible for the discipline of his stepchildren and own kids. If it were small things, Coldham F. suspected, Lilian Rose were handling them and kept them a secret from him. He didn't like the thought, but knew the stance of his wife regarding corporal punishment too well. She had pampered Diane and Artie too much before they had married. Discipline was very important.
Coldham F. was calmer after he had slept over the issue. He still believed Coldham needed a strong dose of discipline. Between his rounds and meetings at the hospital Coldham F. went out to look for the right implement. It was difficult to get, but in the end he prevailed.
Coldham had had nightmares and slept very badly. The wait for his spanking made him anxious. Coldham felt guilty, though, and what was to come was deserved. His imagination ran wild. In his worst nightmare Dad was using a riding crop, whipping him until his behind was bloody. Coldham shuddered. His mother wouldn't allow it. That was a comfort. She always tried to protect them. He and Dylan had played a joke on a neighbor, Mr. Sheridan by ringing his bell, knowing exactly Mr. Sheridan was slow and had difficulty to move around. They giggled while hiding behind a tree. Once they were caught. Mr. Sheridan spoke with Mum. Instead of telling Dad, who would have made sure, Coldham's bottom was sore for days, she made him apologize to the neighbor and Coldham was ordered to show up daily for the next two months at Mr. Sheridan's house and help with any chores Coldham's neighbor needed to have done. Coldham learned his lesson. He never ever played jokes on disabled people. His relationship with Mr. Sheridan turned for the better as well.
It was unusual for Coldham F. to return for lunch. Lilian Rose wasn't happy at all to see the cane her husband had bought for the occasion. She thought it was over the top and tried to convince Coldham F. not to use it. She knew she couldn't stop him, if he set his mind to it, but hoped her input helped. She wasn't able to, but demanded, that her husband wasn't going to cut Coldham and also not to over do it. He promised to be careful.
Coldham senior knocked on his son’s door, opened and saw a white faced Coldham sitting on his bed. "Please follow me."
Normally Dad spanked Coldham in his or the parents bedroom, depending where more privacy was provided. With shaking legs Coldham followed Dad. To his shock Dad was leading the way to the dining room. Dad locked the door behind him. "Have a seat, Coldham Fintan junior." A strange object was lying on the table. It was a cane with a crooked handle, about 3 feet long and 3/8 of an inch thick. Coldham was relieved. He didn't think the cane could hurt that much. His father said: " I want to make sure you understand, why you are getting punished, so please tell me in your own words, why you are going to be spanked." It was embarrassing for Coldham, but nothing unusual. Coldham F. was satisfied with his son’s answers. Coldham also said he was sorry. Apologizing was never wrong. "Okay, I believe you are sorry. As I said, you are old enough to understand what is right and what is wrong. So from now on you are going to receive a hand spanking and a caning, whenever I decide it is needed. The cane is going to hurt a lot, but I want to leave an impression on you, because what you did was risky for yourself and others." Coldham F. had gone to a private school. The principal didn't use a paddle as normal in most schools, but preferred the English tradition of a caning. Coldham F. had found himself a few times at the receiving end and knew how much the cane stung. "Let's get it over and done with. For the first part, could you please move one of the chairs into the middle of the room?" Coldham F. asked. He went on to close the curtains, so nobody could see, what was going on inside. His son was struggling, because the chair was heavy, but managed perfectly fine. Coldham F. took a seat. Coldham was standing in front of him, eyes on the floor. He was ashamed and dreaded, what was going to happen next. "Coldham, please get rid of your trousers." Coldham nestled with the button of the trouser. He was so nervous, his fingers felt very stiff and he thought he was never going to be able open it. After ages the button opened and Coldham worked down his trousers to his knees. His father liked it that way. Coldham hoped his father wasn't pulling down his briefs, when he was still standing. It was so humiliating. Unfortunately his father had exactly that in mind. Before baring Coldham, Dad told him he loved him and after they were done, his misbehavior was forgiven and forgotten. Coldham disliked being spanked. He didn't know, what was worse for him: the pain or feeling ashamed, when getting bared and spanked. It served a purpose, though. Every spanking had been memorable and a threat of a trip across Coldham F.'s lap was mostly enough to keep Coldham in line. Coldham knew exactly his father was pissed off with him as soon as his father dropped his underpants. If it was a minor infraction, Dad let him undress by himself or only pulled the garment down, when Coldham was in place over his lap. He also knew what to expect: His father was going to start spanking slow and light, but it was ending in a crescendo of a flurry of really hard smacks in rapid succession.
Coldham F. let Coldham stand naked from the waist down for around a minute. Then he asked his son to get into position. After a few adjustments to make it for both as comfortable as the situation allowed, Coldham F. began the punishment. He had a different plan. He spanked hard, one slap on each cheek, then waited half a minute to add another set and so on. In total Coldham received twelve stingers. The blond boys behind turned from white to red in minutes. Not only Coldham's buttocks hurt, his father's hand stung, too. In the middle of the punishment Coldham began to struggle and had a hard time not to resent his father. Coldham F. put an end to the squirming by getting hold of Coldham's arms and pressing them into the small of his son's back. He trapped Coldham's legs between his own. Coldham was at the mercy of his father. He felt exposed and ashamed, that he begged his Dad to stop and promised to be good. It was to no avail. It made him resentful, but reminded himself he was in this position, because he had misbehaved and the punishment was for his own good. Bitter tears caused by pain and self pity were flowing down Coldham's face. When Coldham F. stopped, he released Coldham, who hung limp over his lap. Coldham F. let his son recover and waited patiently until the tears ceased. "Are you ready for your caning?" Coldham wasn't and would never be, but nodded bravely, fighting off a new wave of tears. Dad ordered Coldham to get up and bend over the table. Dad hadn't allowed him to pull up his clothing, so Coldham made his way awkward to the table, his trousers and underpants dangling at his ankles. Dad advised him to grab the other end of the dining table. It was difficult and Coldham had to stand on tip toes. It made sure his bottom stuck out. Coldham F. picked up the cane and made a few swishing sounds with it. Suddenly Coldham had doubts if it was going to hurt less. His father took his position. There was a short whooshing sound and then a loud crack. At first Coldham didn't feel pain at all. It took a few seconds to register and made sure Coldham cried. Just when the pain was subsiding, the cane reached its target a second time, causing another spike of awful sting. It was unbearable. Coldham got out of position and rubbed his behind furiously, crying even harder than before. "Coldham Fintan junior, bend over the table immediately! I haven't allowed you to get up, have I?" His father's voice was sharp. Coldham nearly refused. He thought he couldn't take anymore. "Daddy, please..." "Coldham, do as I say! I know it's hard and I promise it's only one more stroke, if you are good. Otherwise it's going to be more. Your choice." Coldham F. pretended to be tough. It hurt him to see his son in pain and felt slightly guilty, having caused it, but he thought Coldham needed it. Sobbing Coldham complied. The last stroke was especially hard and landed at the center of Coldham's buttocks. He was screaming, but stayed bent over. More tears were falling down Coldham's cheeks and onto the table. He didn't register his father had told him, he could get up. Coldham F. repeated: "Coldham, you can leave, if you like." Coldham struggled to his feet and tried to put his underpants and trousers on. He was shaking too much, so his Dad helped him. Coldham's backside felt raw and swollen. The skin was hot to the touch and there were three angry blueish red stripes. Coldham F. was careful, when pulling up the underwear. Coldham protested. The cotton caused friction on the sensible skin. Coldham F. said soothingly: "It's okay." After the pants were on as well, Coldham F. gave his boy a hug and before sending him off to his mother, unlocked the door. With a deep sigh, Coldham F. cleaned the cane and stored it safely. He then went back to work.
Lilian Rose was upset. She had heard the screams and would have loved to rush in and stop the spanking. She tried to ignore the noise. Lilian Rose had prepared ice cubes, though, and baked Coldham's favorite brownies as comfort food. Coldham arrived and tried to behave manly, not trying to cry. "Come here, Coldham." Lilian Rose hugged him. Coldham felt relief and comfort, so he started to cry again. "Was it very awful, lad?" "Yes, I'm going to be good from now on. I never ever want to go through a caning again!" Lilian Rose smiled. Knowing Coldham and Dylan, she was sure they were in trouble soon enough. After comforting Coldham, she offered him a brownie. He accepted gladly. "Come, let’s get rid of your clothing. It must be awful wearing those underpants." Coldham loved the attention his mother paid to him. Soon he found himself in bed with an ice pack cooling his sore bottom. Lilian Rose stroked his hair and read a story to him. He was falling asleep.
The next day he and Dylan compared what their behinds looked like.
Lilian Rose had been right. Coldham was often in trouble and was soundly spanked by his father, if Coldham F. found out. The older Coldham got he wasn't spanked for what he did wrong he found himself mostly bent over, because he talked back.
When Coldham was married himself and a father, he continued the family tradition. He and his wife changed a few things, though. They discussed, what type of punishment was necessary for their two sons. If one of the sons received a spanking, both parents were present. One took over the spanking, while the other one was there to give a hand, if the child struggled too much or just to keep an eye out, the spanker didn't go too far.
Coldham Fintan Noose III., their oldest son, was difficult, so Coldham and Beverly Noose believed a harder hand was needed for him. Until he was seven he was hand spanked. From that age he was caned, but didn't have to go through a hand spanking like his father.
Holiday Michael was sweet and mostly didn't cause any trouble. Coldham and Beverly smacked him without implement. Only once, when he was suspended from school, because he had been smoking, he got first a sound hand spanking and then a few strokes with a wooden spoon.
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