I am writing a novel about the character Coldham Fintan Noose III. Since seeing The Thomas Crown Affair he dreams of becoming a master burglar. This is his parents' reaction, when they find out, what he was up to.
Fourteen year old Coldham Fintan Noose III., nick named Fin, felt guilty, when stealing. He dreamed of becoming a master burglar, so he quelled it.
One day he stored his booty under his bed, being careless. The maid found the stolen goods, belonging to Fin's parents, other family members and friends. She saw it as her duty to inform Beverly Noose.
Fin was out with a friend, when Beverly and her husband Coldham Fintan II. discussed how to proceed.
Fin knew he was in trouble, when he arrived at home and was asked to join his parents at his mother’s home office. The box, where he had stored the stolen watches and jewelery, was lying on top of his mother's writing desk, beside the cane, his parents' preferred implement to spank him with since he was seven. Fin was sure, he wasn't sitting comfortable for the next week, when they were finished with him.
Coldham told Fin exactly where the box was found and there was no doubt Fin had stolen the content. Fin's face was expressionless. "It seems we have spoiled you too much. That is going to change. You are going to a military academy from next school year to straighten you out." Coldham added. Fin crossed his arms in front of him and didn't say a word. He didn't want to incriminate himself further. His parents believed, they weren't getting through to their oldest son. Beverly lectured him: "Haven't we taught you right from wrong? Stealing is absolutely horrendous and you don't even have to. We have given you everything you need." They didn't ask why Fin had been involved in criminal activities. Beverly was so disappointed and angry she said dramatically: "You are a shame to the family! I wished you were never born!" Fin was deeply hurt. The relationship between Fin and his parents had always been difficult. He never lived up to their expectations, and sometimes he thought they didn't love him at all, so there was a lot of resentment on his side.
Beverly and Coldham Noose were overall disappointed with Fin. He wasn't what they expected of a son. Instead of outgoing, Fin was introvert. He didn't show any interest in his fathers work, which the parents believed was important. They had tried to mold Fin, but hadn't been successful.
"You are grounded indefinitely and you get a thrashing. Ten strokes with the cane." Coldham announced the sentence. Fin blanched. The maximum he had gotten until now was eight strokes. "Because of the severity of the crime, we don't think you deserve leniency or protection. Get up, trousers and underpants down to your ankles, then bend over the desk." Fin's mother added harsh. Fin hesitated only for a moment, delaying it wouldn't help. He resented his parents more than before, not only for caning him, which was going to be hell, but also to take away his dignity by forcing him to bare his behind.
Neither Beverly nor Coldham enjoyed punishing Fin. They believed it was necessary and a sound walloping had never done any harm.
When the light ash blond boy was in place, knowing the drill only to well, his father picked up the rattan cane from the desk. It was 3 foot long and 3/8 of an inch thick. While his father did that, his mother checked, if Fin's t-shirt was in the way. It ended a few inches above Fin's behind. She was going to stay during the spanking. It was a tradition. Fin hated his mother's presence. He felt humiliated and much younger than his age. Fin's eyes were normally blue grey. When he was upset, angry or in pain, his eye color changed to blue, so it wasn't a surprise, when fathers and sons eyes locked for a moment. Fin knew his punishment was immediate and dreaded it. He tried to take it as stoic as possible, because he didn't want to let his parents know how much it hurt. Coldham took his position and didn't wait longer. He raised his arm above his shoulder. The cane made a swishing sound before landing with a loud crack on the top of Fin's backside. Beside a sharp intake of breath, Fin didn't react. The first stripe was white for a few seconds before turning red. The next stroke was placed an inch below the first, followed suit by the third and fourth. "Ow!" Fin cried out after receiving the fifth stroke, which landed on his sit spots. The pain was searing and Fin barely kept in position. Coldham had been waiting for this. He would have been disappointed, if Fin hadn't shown any reaction... If he couldn't make his son cry out, he didn't get his point across. Then Coldham turned his attention to the places the cane hadn't visited before. Fin moaned after strokes six, seven and eight. "OWWW!" Fin was shouting at the top of his lungs, when he received the last two strokes. They were especially hard to take, because they cut diagonally across the other stripes and were extremely painful. Fin's knuckles were white, holding on tightly to the desk, and he stayed in position. His eyes watered. He fought back the tears and battled with his will. Fin hated his parents and didn't want to give them any satisfaction by crying in their presence. After what seemed like eternity Fin was allowed to get up and dressed. Stiff Fin bent down to pull up the underpants over his swollen and hot behind. It was hell. Fin nearly cried, but composed himself. Fin's father asked stern.: "Have you learned something today?" Fin replied, his voice a little bit thick: "Yes, Dad." He had something entirely else learned than his parents expected. In future he was going to be never ever caught with hot goods. Fin's mind was made up. He was going to pursue a career as a burglar. "You can leave now." His mother said.
In his room Fin got rid of his pants and underwear. Only the slightest touch was hurting badly. Of course Fin had a look in the mirror, what his bottom looked like. It was a mess and covered in welts and bruises. When Fin was sure nobody was going to disturb him, he had a good cry. Sitting was impossible for the next few days. It took an additional week until the welts and bruises healed.
© 2011
© 2011
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