Read for yourself, why Fin received another spanking and why he had to drop his underpants. If you like, you can leave a comment.
Fin was feeling bad. His beloved maternal grandfather had recently died, and he missed him. Fin had an hour free time; normally students should have used the time to do homework. Fin didn't bother. He wanted to be alone and looked for a quiet place to remember and deal with his grief. Of course he was in trouble for it, and his parents had been informed. Fin dreaded going home. He could imagine what was waiting for him.
Mike, Fin's younger brother, sensed on the return from school something was wrong with Fin. He was twelve, his brother eleven month older. Fin didn't want to talk about it.
The tensions between Fin and his parents were clearly in the air. Mike knew Fin was going to "get it". He believed Fin pretended a lot how much a spanking hurt. Mike thought Fin wanted pity or attention. Of course he didn't know, what was going on behind closed doors, but when Mike was spanked, the pain was over within hours and no marks were left. What Mike didn't know, was the difference between his and Fin's treatment.
The Noose's took a much harder stance, when it came to Fin.
Fin hoped he wasn't caned in his bed room. Mike's room was just beside his and he didn't want Mike to hear what was going on.
Coldham and Beverly Noose believed Fin had cut classes without any good reason or maybe simply to annoy them. They had discussed how they were going to punish their oldest son.
After dinner they called Fin to his mother's home office. Fin's behavior had been especially embarrassing for Beverly, who worked as a school administrator. What picture did it make, when her own son was truant? It didn't occur to Fin's parents to ask why. First Fin received a lecture; his facial impression was growing darker by the minute. It seemed Fin wasn't going to be repentant. Fin barely kept his anger under control. He didn't deserve an additional punishment (He was in detention for being absent at free time.) or being warned he was going to end up on the streets, if he continued cutting classes. He was sure his parents wouldn't see it that way. He also knew, he was going to end up bent over, no matter if he explained himself or not.
"Coldham Fintan, you are going to receive eight strokes with the cane. Please drop your pants and bend over." Fin's father ordered. Fin was surprised, shocked and relieved. He had calculated he would get maybe five. Four was the usual number, five had been the most, and he found each caning unbearable. Fin was concerned what his backside was going to look like after eight strokes and feared his father or mother, depending on who was going to execute the sentence, was going to cause bleeding, when the welts started to overlap. Fin normally wouldn't have begged for a lower number of strokes, but he was seriously worried. His parents weren't willing to discuss the issue or ready to give Fin a set of four strokes now and the other half a few days later, when the welts and bruises were starting to fade. Tempers were rising. Each party thought they were right. Beverly had enough. "Shut up! Drop your pants and bend over! NOW! Or you are going to loose the privilege of keeping on your underwear!" His parents knew Fin hated it, when he had to strip. Their son was beyond caring, if he kept his briefs on or not. Fin had to give in, but he was defiant and opened the button of his trousers very slowly. "That's it. You're getting it on the bare!" Coldham bellowed. Fin complied, but was still delaying. As soon as he was going to be in position, his punishment was going to start, and Fin hated the whole idea of being humiliated and hurt. Fin guessed he had made his parents angrier by talking back and defying them, so he was in for a thrashing, making him even gladder, he wasn't spanked in his room. Before upsetting his parents further, he pulled down his white briefs and bent over the oak desk, barely managing to keep himself from shaking. Fin didn't want to show fear. He wasn't sure, if he was able to keep from crying while his father, who had picked up the 3 foot long and 3/8 of an inch thick cane, was wielding it. If Fin could prevent it, he would. One of the things he didn't like was showing how much it hurt or being comforted afterwards and told how much he was loved. Fin didn't believe it.
Coldham was angry and he wanted to make it known immediately. Having caned Fin for about six years, he knew exactly what got a reaction from Fin, who generally took it stoic. Coldham raised the cane slightly higher than he would have normally and placed the stroke where Fin's thighs and buttocks met. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Fin screamed. His eyes watered, and his behind was on fire. With great will power he refrained from getting up and rubbing away the pain or letting the tears fall. It was going to be a struggle. His mother was watching from the sideline, another thing Fin disliked. There was a swoosh. Fin cried out again, when he was hit only slightly above the first welt. He wasn't as loud as before. The pain of the first and second stripe merged, Fin was expecting the next cut and wasn't disappointed. The cane landed a bit awkward and wrapped itself around Fin's hip. He was howling with pain. To Beverly's surprise Fin wasn't crying or out of position. She had gone through a similar experience, when she was a couple of years older than Fin and hadn't handled the pain as well. She had jumped up and been a sobbing mess after her father's strap had wrapped itself around her hip.
Beverly decided to see how hard the next strike was. She thought Coldham was on the verge of over doing it.
Fin was angry. His father was doing it on purpose, and his mother had fun watching all of it! He was going to show them! No matter how close Fin was to tears, he wasn't giving in. Fin's complete bottom felt sore, even though, the cane hadn't touched the upper part yet.
Swish. "Owww!" Fin had tried to take this one quiet, but it was impossible. Beverly was convinced Coldham was using the cane stronger than necessary. She gave her husband the agreed sign, he was going too far. Coldham nodded. The next three strokes were lighter, but Fin felt every one very intense. He managed not to get up or to cry. It was very hard to keep self control. His response to each was vocal. Having lost count and feeling drained, he just hung on to the edge at the other side of the desk and hoped it was over quickly or he was going to break down.
Coldham took his time, because he was trying to figure out, where to place the last cut. He had different choices. Fin's bum was already bright red and covered with seven angry welts. There was space at the very top, but Coldham disregarded it as too dangerous. He didn't like caning Fin on the thighs for the same reason. Besides that the pain was excruciating. Having own experience, Coldham knew it was worse than anything else. Okay, having the cane laid hard on the palm of the hands, was maybe the worst.
Coldham thought he had inflicted enough pain, based on his wife's and Fin's reaction. Making Fin cry in front of him and Beverly was near to impossible. Their son was proud and stubborn as hell. Coldham was aware tears were flowing later.
Fin's father took a step nearer towards the blond boy. The cane was hovering low above Fin's behind and when the very light stroke cut diagonally across the other welts, it still hurt a great deal. Fin went limp. He hadn't made a sound and was fighting with the tears, which tried to escape. Fin hung his head low, so that nobody could see it. Was there another lash coming? He couldn't take it anymore. Fin simply wanted to sink to the floor and don't get up for a while or dressed for that matter. He felt very weak. Fin's mother was rubbing his back and saying something, but he couldn't hear. Beverly was whispering nonsense, trying to comfort Fin. She felt a little bit sorry for her son. It had been a quite harsh caning. Beverly justified the punishment by thinking Coldham and she wanted to make sure Fin was staying on the correct path.
Fin's senses were returning to normal. He heard clearly his father told him he could get up and dressed, if he liked. Fin still needed a few more minutes before he felt he could move. He was in agony. The bruise forming on his left hip was hurting the most. Fin dreaded pulling up his clothing. It was awful. Beside his briefs feeling tighter than usual, the soft material caused friction on his skin, making him moan. Fin thought he couldn’t hold back the tears much longer and hastily dressed completely. He was already leaving, when Fin’s mother stopped him. “Fin, are you going to cut classes again?” Fin shook his head. “Alright, you are free to go.” Fin didn’t reply. He reached the door, closed it softly and burst into tears. Fin cried quietly, making his way to his room as fast as he could. His main priority was getting rid of his pants and underwear. After he was undressed from the waist down, he threw himself onto the bed and sobbed into his pillow. It took Fin around fifteen minutes to calm down. Fin was not only crying from pain. It was a combination of emotions, too, like feeling ashamed, angry and hating his parents with all his guts. If he would have had the means, he would have taken his revenge. He wished they were dead.
Beverly checked a few hours later on Fin. He was sleeping uncovered on his tummy. Fin’s bottom had bruised and the cane welts were still visible. The bruising was especially pronounced at the lower part. She didn’t think Fin was able to sit for a day or two.
She allowed Fin to stay at home from school until sitting was bearable again.
Fin forgave his parents after a while and didn’t want to see them dead. Still he wasn’t uttering a word to them for about a week and hid on his room. After two weeks the last signs of his caning were gone.
Fin came to the conclusion he had to find another way to deal with his grief and found an outlet. He called his grandmother, who lived in Massachusetts, regularly. It was balsam to his soul talking to her. She understood and listened, knowing when to comfort and when to keep quiet.
Fin recovered from his loss within a few months.
The end.
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