My favorite item Part 1

 A presentation gone well?


The kids in kindergarten were excited. Everyone had to bring their favorite item with them and give a small presentation why.
Roscoe O'Malley knew exactly, what he was showing his class mates.
On the big day Roscoe was wearing it, a red t-shirt. Roscoe was small for his age, but already muscular. He had short brown curly hair and dark brown eyes, they were slightly slanted. Roscoe was naturally shy, especially with men. He was well integrated into the class, though.

A few students came before him. Andrea brought a small jewelry box. It was decorated with sea shells. Andrea and her mother had collected them from a beach in the Caribbean. Together with her grandmother she deciced what pattern and glued the shells on the box. Jayden told them everything about his Nintendo DS and showed them, that you could not only use it to play, but also to learn. Jayden was Roscoe's best friend. Tommy loved his comic book, Danielle the medal of her patron saint. Then it was Roscoe's turn. "My favorite thing is this t-shirt. I like the color and the bull on it. Mommy, Daddy, Alyssa and Tina and I went to Spain. I loved it. There was always sunshine and it was warm. We went swimming in the sea or in the pool. We had a carousel ride and a lot of ice cream. My Daddy's friend was cool. He always wore black and had a small car, but driving it really fast, and he was a magician, too! He made a coin vanish from his hand, and it popped out behind my ear. It was amazing!" The other kids listened with rapt attention and found it very exciting. They could ask questions, if they liked. Jayden wasn't too happy about the attention his friend was getting.

Roscoe told his mother, stepfather and younger sisters about it. He was beaming with pride. Roscoe's parents were glad the presentation had been successful and Roscoe's shyness hadn't caused problems. They praised him and told him they were very proud.


End of Part 1.

©2011

Choosing Clothing

Who is the boss? Please leave a comment if you liked it or even if you didn't.

I was lying on the bed. Sam was rummaging in his wardrobe, pulling out different colored shirts and trousers. He was trying to figure out, what he should wear, when he was facing the family of his new girl friend Tuyet for the first time. Sam was indecisive and behaving like a girl, holding a blue shirt in front of him and checking in the mirror, what it looked like, then doing the same with a red one. I followed it all with interest, but got bored after a certain time and yawned. Sam still hadn't made up his mind and showed me different outfits. I didn't like the first, neither the second. I don't like black and the light blue shirt was scratchy. Red is too aggressive in my opinion and the blue trousers didn’t' smell nice. He showed me a few more. The last caught my attention. It was a green sweat shirt and a dark brown chino. They were very soft and I liked that. The green went also nicely with Sam's light tanned skin and his eye color. I gave my approval. Sam chose the outfit. I was happy I could help and thought I deserved a treat. I stretched luxuriously and followed him to the living room, jumped on his lap and expected to be stroked. "Okay, but only for a few minutes. I have to leave soon." He agreed. I love it, when he pets me behind the ears! I can't have enough! The time was over too soon. Sam picked me up and sat me gently down. I wanted to jump up again. Sam was reading my mind and said stern: "Cat, don't even think about it." I was very upset about the treatment. Sam was so ungrateful! I gave him the cold shoulder treatment, when he returned, even though, I burned to hear how the meeting with Sam's future parents in law had gone. Well, I had shown him, who is the boss and I was back to normal the next morning.

© 2011

Trouble times two

This time it is about two brothers, who not not always agree. Please leave a comment, if you liked it or even if you didn't. And as always in real life I'm against the physical punishment of kids.

Frank and Mark Scott were arguing. It was stupid, really. Frank had done all his chores, but his brother hadn't. Mark wanted to go out and demanded from his older sibling to bring out the garbage. Frank didn't see why. It wasn't his responsibility. Their mother Mary was attracted by the noise. "What is going on," She asked sharply. "Frank doesn't want to bring out the trash." Mark accused his brother. Both knew their mother was going to believe Mark. Frank gritted his teeth. Mary Scott had reminded them numerous times, that the trash was still there and she wanted it gone. Frank gave in. The trash was kept in a cupboard and just to annoy his mother he closed the cupboard door with his foot and a loud bang. She gave him an icy stare. "Why can't you simply do something without arguing?" Frank answered between gritted teeth: "Maybe I like arguing and besides my brother is a sloth and I'm in trouble for it. Lovely!" He brought out the trash. His mother was waiting angrily. "Don't talk in that tone with me or your brother!" Frank was over towering his mother by a foot "You don't deserve it differently." Mary kept her temper barely under check. "Go to your room and don't you dare come out until your father or I allow it!" Frank resigned. "Yes, ma'am."

Sixteen year old Frank was doing his homework. It was already getting dark, and he was hungry. There was a knock on the door. He expected his father, but it was his brother. "I've brought you some food." Frank gave Mark an angry stare, returning his attention to his homework. "Look, I'm sorry." Frank snorted. He believed Mark had been malicious. "I wanted to go out and would have been grounded, if I hadn't done my chores." "Idiot! Why didn't you bring out the garbage on the way? It could have saved us a lot of trouble." "You know I hate bringing out the trash." "And? I don't like ironing and still do it without complaining. It's lost on Mom unfortunately." Frank was closer to their father, while Mark was nearer to their mother. "I know, it's not an excuse, but I was so looking forward to meet my friends." Frank sighed. "Well, what done is, is done, I guess. Still you have to make up for it." "Of course I will." "What were you thinking about?" Before Mark could answer, there was another knock on the door. "Come in." Frank shouted. It was their father Davis Scott. "Your mother told me about the events this evening. What do you have to say for yourself?" "Dad, I..." "Yes, Mark?" "I lied. Frank had done his chores." Mark's shoulders slumped. It had taken him a lot of courage to admit his mistake. Frank stared at him open mouthed. If he had been in Mark's position, he would have kept quiet. "Okay, Frank, what about you?" Davis asked. Frank admitted he had been talking back. "Okay, I think, you better follow me both to the office."

"Frank, can you tell Mark, what your punishment would look like?" "I would probably get four strokes with the cane for lying and two for not doing my chores." "You have it absolutely right, so if I have calculated correctly, that makes six." Mark blanched, hearing this and swallowed hard. "Now, Frank, how many would you say I should give you for arguing with your mother?" Frank knew the answer to that as well. "Two." "The candidate has one hundred points." Mr. Scott said, smiling. "Okay, Mark, you can expect six strokes. Frank, I'll start with you." "Dad, with all due respect, can Mark receive his set first?" "Ah, you want to enjoy the show?" Davis Scott asked ironic. Frank had his reasons, but wanting to watch wasn't really behind it. Mark blushed furiously and was about to protest. "Okay, Mark, let's begin with you then." Mark knew better than to trifle with his father. It was the first time he was going to be spanked with a cane. He was unsure, what he should do. "Okay, get rid of your pants, bend over the desk and hold on to the opposite end." Davis Scott advised after seeing Mark's questioning look. Mark obeyed. He was two years younger than Frank and had received only a combination of hand spankings and the slipper. It was different with Frank. He had been caned since he was ten. His father had always been a tougher on him than his brother. Maybe it was in exchange for being his favorite son.
Davis Scott owned two canes, both were around the same length of three feet, one was thinner, the other thicker. Frank preferred the thinner. It hurt maybe more in the beginning, but the welts faded faster and the bruises weren't that pronouncened. If he had been in the dog house for what Mark had done, he was sure his father would have used the thicker cane and delivered eight strokes, not forgetting the talking back, without mercy. Now Davis chose the thinner cane. Both were kept in the cupboard, based in Davis' office. Dark haired Frank was leaning against the wall. Mark's and Frank's father took a step behind the bent over red haired boy, testing and taking measure. Mark didn't like, his brother was there, watching everything, nor being in this uncomfortable position. The edge of the desk pressed hard into his stomach. He hoped it was over quickly and didn't hurt too much. He wished, he had denied everything. The first stroke took Mark by surprise. He gasped and buckled. Davis Scott waited patiently until Mark was in position again. The next stroke landed a few inches below the first and the pain of the two seemed to merge. It was incredible and Mark cried out, his eyes filling with tears. He wouldn't, no he wouldn't cry! Mark was determined. When the pain was ebbing, it reached another peak with the arrival of the third stroke. Mark's bottom throbbed. He couldn't stay in position and was up, rubbing his behind furiously. No matter how hard he tried, a tear escaped and was flowing down his cheek. Embarrassed he whisked it away and doggedly bent over again. "Thank you, Mark." Their father didn't expect, they took their punishment silent, or if they felt the need to get up between strokes, he let them all the time they needed to recover and take the rest. Frank would have preferred not to watch. He had jumped after each stroke Mark received. His bottom was tingling. Frank knew, what was coming and hated the wait. Considering it was his brother's first caning, Frank thought, Mark took it pretty well, though. Mark didn't. He was angry with Frank, too, and swore he was getting even with his older brother.
Davis took his time, carefully thinking where to place the fourth stroke. He had aimed the first two at the upper end of Marks' buttocks and one at the sit spots. He decided for the center of Mark's well rounded behind. Mark arched his back, but stayed in position and screamed at the top of his lungs, when the cane reached its target. As much as he wanted, he couldn't stop the tears. It was only a small comfort that only two more swats were to come. Again the cane bit into the soft skin of Mark's behind. He was jumping up, clutching his hot bottom. More tears were flowing and he thought he couldn't bend over again. His buttocks were so sore! "Mark, if you prefer, you can get your last stroke on your hand." His father suggested gentle, knowing there was no space of untouched skin and the last stripe was going to overlap with the others, making it very painful. "Can I put in something?" Frank asked. "Of course you can." Davis replied. Mark didn't want to turn or hear any of it. His shoulders nearly touched his ears, his back facing his father and brother. "I think the pain is going to be roughly the same. If you take it on the hand, the stripe might be visible to others, so if you want to save yourself some embarrassment and explaining how you got that, it might be better to take it on your backside." With a deep sigh Mark bent over for the third time. The cane made a last swishing sound and landed diagonally on the other stripes. Mark screamed again. He didn't move. "Mark, we are finished. Whenever you are ready, you can get up and dressed." His father released him. Mark brushed away the tears and was still sniffling, when he got up. His father touched him briefly on the shoulder and said: "You have been very brave. Don't go, though, until I'm done with Frank." Addressing Frank, he said: "Please step forward." Frank's face was unreadable. He was too much focused on his immediate punishment to say anything to his brother, who had pulled up his pants, his briefs feeling too tight and even the slightest friction caused a new wave of pain. Mark moved to the spot, where Frank had been waiting, but didn't lean back.
Without any hesitation, Frank unbuttoned his trousers, letting them slide down to his knees, then dropped his boxer shorts as well and got into position. Mark was surprised and blinked once or twice. He had seen right. Why would Frank bare his behind? Dad hadn't asked him, Mark, to do it.
Davis moved to the front of the desk, so Frank could see him. "Okay, Frank. I think we had this conversation numerous times. I know your mother wasn't fair and let only Mark explain. It was very trying, but you are old enough to have your temper under check. So unfortunately I find myself warming your behind. Do you really think I like doing it?" "No, sir. I'm sorry, sir." "I hope, you learn your lesson now and I won't have to spank you for the same offence again." "I'll try my best, sir." "Very well. Are you ready for your medicine?" "Yes, sir." Frank simply wanted to get over with it. He was relieved his father didn't see it necessary to pick up the other cane. Davis took his place. Without any warning or testing, Davis raised the cane over his head and brought it down with a loud crack. Frank took it silently, but grimaced. The stroke hurt badly. The second cut was following very quickly and Frank caught his breath. It seemed to have been harder than the first one. Having his emotions better under control, he didn't cry. Not yet.  Keeping him not longer, Davis allowed Frank to get up. "Before you go to your rooms and lick your wounds, please apologize to your mother."
Both didn't want to face their mother right now, but obliged. Their father would have invited them for another round with the cane and neither of them wanted that. Mary accepted the apology graciously and hugged both teenagers, sending them on their way.
The brothers had never before watched how one of them was "getting it". They found it both humiliating and didn't want to repeat the experience.
"Why the hell did you ask Dad to whip me first? I hate you!" Mark burst out, when they were out of ear shot. Had he felt up to it, he would have punched Frank. His bottom stung too much and every movement hurt. He couldn't wait until he got rid of his underpants. Frank shrugged. They had reached his room. "Wait a sec, and I'll explain it." Frank let the door open and Mark saw him rummage in one of his drawers. Frank returned with a tube. "Your room or mine?" "Mine." Mark replied. In his room, Mark asked aggressively: "Are you going to answer?" "Sure, get rid of your pants and underpants." "Not in your presence." Frank shrugged again. "Suit yourself. I'm only trying to help you." "And how?" Mark asked sarcastic. Frank showed his brother the tube he had brought along. "That's arnica cream. It's good against bruises. Ice cubes would be better, of course." Their parents wouldn't have allowed the use of ice. It would have eased and shortened the pain, and the punishment was there as a reminder to behave. Well, they wouldn't approve of the cream either, but what they didn't know, wouldn't disturb them.
Frank saw Mark's look at the tube and threw it to him. "If you want, I'll turn round, but I've seen your butt before..." "If you would, please." "Alright. Well, to answer your other question: I thought you were frightened enough by the prospect of getting six cuts, it was your first time and waiting would have only enforced it.  I, on the other side, knew exactly what to expect. Not that I enjoyed the waiting, mind. Seeing me getting it, wouldn't make it easier for you to bend over." "Ha, I don't believe you did it out of altruistic motives! You wanted to see, how I was spanked." "Nope, I didn't have any fun watching and never intended to witness your humiliation and pain. I had preferred waiting outside." "Okay, you can turn. Why did you..." "Why I dropped my boxers?" Frank asked. His brother nodded. "Well, Mark, Dad always canes me on the bare, so I knew the drill." After a short pause he added: "Thanks for telling the truth. You offered to make up for it; you have, in my view." "Would you have taken the blame, if I hadn't?" "Yes. One of us getting punished was enough, in my opinion. Okay, dearest, I'll leave you. If you need more cream, let me know."
In his own room, Frank undressed and took care of his own stripes. Using the cream hurt and at the same time was pure bliss. Frank relaxed and let go of the iron grip on his emotions. He allowed himself a few tears.

Mark had a lot of thinking to do. His brother was sometimes an enigma to him. He learned, though, better to stand to his mistakes and not let others pay for it.

©2011

Travel Report: Andaz Liverpool Street versus Hyatt Regency The Churchill London

After having stayed in both hotels two times within four weeks, I thought I write about our experience. As always feed back and comments are welcome.

Location:

Andaz Liverpool Street

Ideally located, if you arrive by train, for example from Norwich, Cambridge or Stanstead Airport. The hotel is situated in the City of London, not far from the Gherkin. The Barbican Centre isn't too far either, only around ten minutes walk or three stations with the Tube. Spitalfields and its markets are also within easy reach.

Hyatt Regency The Churchill

Situated at Portman Square and only a few steps from shopping central. Selfridges and Oxford Street are only a block away. If you like design furniture you can satisfy those needs, too.

People interested in history should like the location as well. Portman Square is very old, dating back to 17th century. If you follow Wigmore Street and turn right into Duke Street you end up at the Wallace Collection and Manchester Square, where the infamous pig faced woman lived, of course it was only a hoax.

At the corner of Wigmore Street and Wimpole Street you can see the house that caused the first nuisance trial (Sturges versus Bridgman). The court decision is still influencing judgments today.

There is of course Wigmore Hall and Cavendish Square, where Lord Asquith, a British Prime Minister and many other famous people including the founder of the University of Westminster, lived.

It's also a great location for hotel lovers. The Marriott Marble Arch, The Leonard, The Radisson Portman Square and The Langham aren't far away.

Both hotels have a Central Line Tube Station nearby and if you want to stay in one and visit the other or split your hotel stay as we did, you can easily connect. The nearest Tube Station for the Churchill is Marble Arch, for Andaz Liverpool Street Station.

Design:

Andaz Liverpool Street

As described earlier the hotel has a Victorian facade and a modern interior.

Hyatt Regency The Churchill

Classic brick building with classic interior and an Asian touch.

Rooms:

Both hotels have very comfortable rooms and are functioning, but guests, who prefer separate bath and shower cubicle are wrong here.

Andaz Liverpool Street

Rooms face either the street or the atrium. Some guests could be disappointed, though. If you book a King room you can end up in a room with a small window and facing the lift, so not a lot of day light is filtering in.

If you are noise sensible, rooms facing the street could be too loud.

Hyatt Regency The Churchill

The Hyatt has started a refurbishment of the hotel. In some rooms there is some wear and tear, like worn carpets or scratches on the wall. The renovation is finished by the end of May.

Internet:

Internet is free of charge at the Andaz Liverpool Street and fast.

If you aren't at least a Platinum member of the Hyatt Gold Passport program internet is charged and slow at the Hyatt Regency The Churchill. Uploading photographs or videos can be time consuming and difficult. Hopefully this is changing with the renovation.

Photography:

Photographers are welcome at the Andaz and can shoot to their hearts content.

At the Hyatt Regency it's not allowed to take photographs in the public spaces. It might have something to do with the owner or the type of guests staying at the hotel.

Restaurants/Bar

Andaz Liverpool Street

1901, East Way, George Pub, Miyako, Catch and Champagne Bar, In Room Dining

Hyatt Regency The Churchill

Locanda Locatelli (Italian, 1 Michelin star), Montagu, (English cuisine), Churchill Bar, In Room Dining

See also my travel report about the Andaz regarding the East Way.

In both hotels we had In Room Dining.

The Andaz offers a big choice of modern British cuisine and also lets you decide how you want it and some Asian dishes. For example you can have steak, fish or chicken. Choose the preparation method, like grilling, the side dishes, like mashed potatoes and green beans. You can also create your own salad by choosing what type of greens you want, you can add tomato, cucumber, carrots and much more and choose a dressing. If you want to add shrimps or chicken, it costs extra.

The Nasi Goreng comes also highly recommended.

At the Hyatt Regency the In Room Dining is small, but the quality of the food is high. There are such comfort food as Pasta Bolognese (very delicious by the way) or The Churchill Club Sandwich, typical British fare and a choice of Middle Eastern and Indian dishes.

French Toast is in both hotels excellent.

At the Andaz you can have savory (bacon and maple syrup) or sweet versions (berries and maple syrup).

At the Hyatt Cinnamon French Toast with maple syrup and and apple compote (with raisins) is served.

It is good both hotels are generous with maple syrup. Nothing is worse than too few of it.

Guests:

Andaz Liverpool Street: mostly British

Hyatt Regency The Churchill: mostly Indian and Middle Eastern

Staff:

In both hotels all staff are friendly and efficient.

At the Andaz expect a more impersonal service and check out time at 12 Noon is strictly enforced.

At the Hyatt Regency staff is personal without being intrusive and the check out time isn't very strictly followed.

In our case we don't have any preference. It's all depending what our mood is like.

Overall I would recommend the Hyatt Regency The Churchill, if you look for a traditional Grand Hotel experience.

If you prefer a more modern experience and free, fast internet I would recommend the Andaz Liverpool Street.

Playing with Fire

This one is for SL. 
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.

©2011

Stripes

This is another spanking story and picks up, where The Birthday Gift left. 
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