Cheating

This story is written for all those who liked Wedgie and Playing with Fire. 
Cheating plays in the 1960ies and Coldham junior finds himself in trouble again.... 


The Plan

"I have an idea how you are going to get a good grade in Latin." Dylan Coakley said to his best friend Coldham Fintan Noose junior. Coldham was eager to hear what Dylan's plan was. His parents hadn't been impressed by his performance. It was a new subject, and Coldham had difficulties. While Dylan was a straight A student, Coldham couldn't get his head around languages. He was top of his class in math, biology, chemistry and physics, though.
Coldham's father threatened to organize a tutor, if the Latin grades didn't improve. Coldham had better things to do than spend his afternoons holed up with boring stuff. He hated homework. Unfortunately Coldham's mother demanded that he had a quick snack when returning from school, and then do his homework. She controlled everything was done, before she let him off playing with Dylan or listening to the radio until dinner.
Coldham was glad Dylan was such a good friend and wanted to help him.


The Test

Coldham coughed once. Dylan, who sat beside Coldham, watched out, if the teacher was looking at them. It seemed he was still reading the newspaper. Dylan wrote the answer to question one on a really small piece of paper, folded it multiple times to make it even smaller and very discreet passed it on to Coldham underneath the table. When Coldham was also sure Mr. De Burcy wasn't looking, he unfolded the note and copied the answer on his test sheet. They repeated the same with questions three and six. When Coldham coughed again for question eight Mr. De Burcy shot up from his seat and caught the boys exchanging notes. They were sent to the principal.


The Aftermath

Coldham feared going home. His bottom was still smarting from the paddling he and Dylan had received for cheating. The principal had handed them a letter for their parents. It had to be returned signed by at least one guardian. Of course the boys thought their punishment had been unfair, and it wasn't cheating at all, what they had done. Coldham hoped, if he gave the letter to his mother, he was able to escape another spanking. If it were small transgressions his mother dealt with him and didn't loose a word about it to Coldham's father. Coldham was sure, when he explained it all to her; she would understand him and not tell Dad.
Unfortunately Coldham's mother Lilian Rose didn't share his sentiment. She noticed he didn't want to take a seat, so Coldham didn't have a choice, but tell her what had happened at school. "I must say, I'm very disappointed! Why did you do that? You know if you have problems, you can come to Dad or me. Did you prepare for the test?" "Yes, I did. I didn't understand enough to achieve a C, and I wanted to make you and Dad proud of me, so I thought..." "So you thought cheating would make us proud?!" Lilian's voice was raised. She forced herself to calm down. "Coldham, what you did was very wrong. A test is there to find out if and how much you have understood of what you have learned so far. When you are cheating, you are distorting the picture. It has repercussions later on, if Dylan, for example, wasn't there to help you. And it's unfair to the other pupils, who have worked hard for their results without cheating. You have also abused and lost the trust Mr. De Burcy, your father and I had in you." Coldham hadn't seen his mother so angry and disappointed in a long time. He suddenly understood cheating was a bad thing. He burst into tears. "I'm sorry, Mom." Lilian sighed, bent down to Coldham and gave him a hug. When Coldham only sniffled, Lilian still kept him in her arms, but said: "Coldham, look at me." Coldham obeyed. "You know we love you, don't you?" "Yes, Mom." "Good. I expect that you apologize to Mr. De Burcy and never ever do cheat again. You need help, so we are going to organize a tutor for you. I am going to follow your progress closely, and I want to know when you have a test coming up. I'll have a talk with your father tonight." "But, Mom, can't it stay our little secret..." Coldham whined. "Coldham, mind your tone! And no, it can't. First of all I can't keep your suspension a secret or your paddling, and second your father must be aware you need support. Of course I am going to put in a good word for you. It won't save your butt, though." Both knew it was only a question of time until Coldham F.'s hand and Coldham's behind connected, and the cane was swishing through the air. Coldham resented his mother. She shouldn't tell on him! Lilian Rose didn't want to tell her husband, but Coldham's behavior hadn't left her any choice. She hated corporal punishment and wished her husband would find a better method to raise his sons. Unfortunately Coldham F. saw nothing wrong with it and didn't understand what Lilian's fuss was all about. He believed she had been too soft with her children from her first marriage. Lilian built on the intelligence of her children and thought talking, explaining and if necessary punishing in a non physical way was much better.

Coldham F. came home late, so Coldham was already in bed.
Coldham F. was very angry, when he heard about Coldham's behavior. He was about to storm into his son’s room, ready to net out his punishment. Lilian stopped him just in time. "Coldham F., you are too upset at the moment. Sleep over it, and deal with Coldham tomorrow." Lilian tried to convince her husband Coldham had learned his lesson and had been already punished at school. Another spanking wasn't required. It fell on deaf ears. The only concession Coldham F. made was to wait until the bruises from the paddling had healed.
Father and son had a serious talk after breakfast, concluding with a promise of a tutor, starting immediately, and a spanking. Coldham was glad he wasn't going to be caned on his already sore bottom and hoped his father forgot about the spanking by the time the bruises were gone. He was mistaken. Two weeks after the incident Coldham F. asked if Coldham had recovered. Coldham would have loved to lie, but he knew it would anger and disappoint his father and make matters worse. With hanging head Coldham said: "Yes." "Very well. I expect you in ten minutes in my bedroom." Coldham shuddered. The moment of truth had arrived. Coldham was agitated, because his mother wasn't home. It was so nice being comforted by his mother after a spanking. It gave him reassurance he was truly loved.
When the time was up, Coldham went to his parents’ bedroom. Coldham F. was already waiting. He motioned Coldham to have a seat beside him on the bed. "Now, Coldham, tell me, why do I have to warm your behind for you?" "Because I cheated, and that's really mean." "Okay, and why is it mean?" Coldham remembered the reasons his mother had given him and repeated them. "I see you have understood why I have to punish you. Please stand in front of me." Coldham was undressed from the waist down within seconds. Coldham F. guided him over his lap. During the waiting period Coldham F.'s temper had cooled down. It didn't mean he was going to give his son an easy ride, though. He didn't spank as hard as he would have, when angry. This time around Coldham F. focused on his sons sit spots, smacking them again and again. It was a complete new experience for Coldham, who shrieked after a few scorchers. Normally his Dad spanked all over his behind, making sure it was fire red. After a minute or so, Coldham F. stopped. Coldham had tried hard not to cry. After all he was a big boy now being ten, but he couldn't prevent the tears. He was ashamed that his Dad had to punish him again and hated him. Why wouldn't Dad believe him, when Coldham said, he had learned his lesson and was never ever going to cheat?
Coldham F. waited until Coldham had calmed down. Coldham F. helped his son up.  "Coldham, how many swats did your principal give you?" "Five." "Okay, then you are going to receive the same number of strokes with the cane." "But, Dad..." "No protests! Grab two or three pillows, staple them in the middle of the bed and bend over." Coldham thought it was so unfair. A look at his fathers face told him it was better to obey. Coldham knew how much three strokes - the most until now - hurt. He thought he wouldn't survive five. "I am waiting." Coldham F. said impatient. With one last pleading look, Coldham went to work. While he built a small tower with the pillows, Coldham F. opened the wardrobe and retrieved the cane. It was 3 foot long and 3/8 of an inch thick and had a crooked handle. Coldham F. didn't like spanking Coldham, but he believed if he didn't, Coldham would end up as a spoiled brat. When the blond boy was in position, Coldham F. tapped the cane a couple of times on Coldham's bottom to take measure. Coldham disliked it and braced himself for the first stroke. As always Coldham felt the pain only a few seconds after impact. It hurt like the dickens. When the pain was subsiding, Coldham's father swung the can again. Coldham couldn't keep quiet. He screamed, and his hands clutched at the duvet, otherwise they  would have been flying to his behind, trying to protect it. His Dad wouldn't appreciate it, if he got out of position. After the third stroke Coldham was crying. Lilian Rose returned with Stamford, Coldham's four year old brother, to hear the last part of Coldham's punishment. Lilian Rose turned white in the face, when she heard her other son scream. She said to Stamford: "Um, maybe you'd like to visit Carry downstairs for a few minutes, honey?" Stamford was more than willing to escape the tense atmosphere and didn't want a reminder of his first ever spanking a few weeks earlier.
In the bedroom Coldham F. told Coldham he was free to get up. It broke his heart to see Coldham cry and in pain, but thought the punishment made sure Coldham was never going to cheat again. He sat down beside Coldham, who was still bent over the pillows, and rubbed his back softly. "Now, all is okay, you're a good boy." Coldham had calmed down enough to hear his father. He knew the spanking was over and all forgiven. Coldham was torn. He wanted nothing more than to hurry into his father's arms, but he was still upset about being punished. In the end he wanted to have reassurance Dad loved him. Coldham F. held Coldham between his knees, hugging him. "Son, I'm proud of you for not getting once out of position. I know I was hard on you. I did it, because I love you." Coldham F. tussled Coldham's hair. Coldham F.'s compliment was balsam to Coldham's soul, and he stopped resenting his father. After a few more minutes of hugging and crying, Coldham was ready to leave without his pants or underwear. To his surprise the door to the kitchen was open and his mother making hot chocolate. She invited Coldham to come nearer. He was slightly embarrassed, because he was naked from the waist down, but forgot about it quickly. Lilian Rose said: "You sounded as if you were murdered, Coldham. How are you, lad?" Coldham was close to tears again. He fought them back bravely. "Okay... It hurts, Mom." " I know, dear. Should I have a look?" Coldham nodded. When he turned, Lilian saw Coldham's bright red sit spots and five tram lines the cane had left behind. She could empathize with Coldham. It must be very painful. She knew her husband wanted only the best for their sons, but thought a few cuts less would have done it, too. It was senseless to discuss the issue with him, though.
Addressing her son, Lilian Rose said: "Would you like a cuddle, Coldham?" Lilian Rose's son turned in a flash and was in her outstretched arms. She comforted him. Then Lilian Rose served Coldham hot chocolate. When he was finished, Lilian Rose offered: "Why don't you lie down for a while? I'll bring ice cubes to cool your behind and if you like I'll read a story to you." Coldham agreed whole hearted. His mother hadn't finished the page yet, and he was sound asleep on his tummy.
Coldham recovered quickly from the spanking. The tram lines healed within a week.
His Latin grades improved with the help of a tutor. Coldham had learned a lesson. He never cheated again.

©2011