Fin was crying. The spanking hadn't even started yet. He was angry, though, and very humiliated, which triggered the tears.
Fin had believed he could discuss politics and other things with his grandfather, who treated him still like baby, and saw the twelve year old's attempts to be taken seriously as talk back. Fin had been warned by his parents he would be caned, if he had one more run in with his grandfather. Fin didn't listen - or he did, but thought he could get his revenge and away with it. He was wrong. Fin said to his grandfather Coldham F.: "Can I tell you a joke?" "Sure." Fin asked for Coldham F.'s hand. "Okay, these are the mountains." Fin indicated the fingers. The lines of the hand were the "rivers". "What is missing?" Coldham F. didn't know. "The water, of course." Fin replied and spit into Coldham F.'s hand. His grandfather was outraged and was tempted to pull Fin over his lap for a sound hand spanking. Because Fin wasn't his kid, and Coldham F. was sure his son or daughter in law wouldn't like it, when he took over Fin's correction, he told them instead. Fin wasn't given the chance to explain himself. He was ordered to wait in his room until his parents would call him.
Around ten minutes later his mother shouted up he had to come to the living room. Fin was unhappy his grandfather and parents were present. They were seated on the sofa. Fin was forced to stand in front of his grandfather and was lectured by him. At the same time Coldham F. opened the button and zipper of Fin's pant, pulled it down and followed suit with Fin's underpants. Fin's shirt didn't cover his front or backside, and he was now half naked. It was very embarrassing and humiliating for Fin. His father told him to leave his hands on the sides; no covering up was allowed. Coldham F. said full of scorn: "You can be glad I'm not responsible for your discipline. If I would be, I would warm your butt for you before caning you." Fin's mother took hold of Fin's arm and took him to the end of the sofa. Fin was forced to hobble, because his clothing was tangling around his ankles. He was bursting into tears, because he felt so ashamed and angry. Fin also feared that whichever parent was taking care of the punishment was using stronger force than usual to show his grandfather the caning was hard enough.
Beverly bent her son over the arm rest, while his father went to retrieve the cane. "Your father is going to give you four cuts." Beverly told Fin. Her son was partly glad. His parents didn't seem to think it was necessary to increase the number of strokes. Four was the average. Fin could live with that, but knew he was going to be in agony for some time. The cane his parents used was thin and springy. Fin still ended up with tram lines and bruises, lasting for generally a week to one and a half weeks. After most spankings Fin was unable to sit for the rest of the day. Sometimes, when the caning was especially hard, it was longer. Fin didn't have to dwell further how much it was going to hurt. Coldham was back. Fin heard the familiar sound of the cane whistling through the air. He guessed based on the swishing it was going to be a hard stroke. Fin had been right. The cane landed in the center of Fin's behind. The fire, the stroke ignited, was barely tolerable. Fin didn't scream, but more tears escaped. He was disappointed in himself. How could it happen he was crying? Normally he had himself under tight control until he was back on his room and alone. He hated to show any weakness in front of his parents. They drew satisfaction from every tear Fin shed.
When the pain from the first stroke subsided, Coldham lined up the next one. The tram line was throbbing and merging with the ache of the first. The third stripe appeared on Fin's sit spots and made him nearly jump up. Of course he didn't, instead he started to sob, hating himself and his parents for it. The last cut was landing only a fraction above the third stroke and was very, very hard. Fin's entire bottom felt on fire and was throbbing. He was glad it was over. After a few moments of respite, Fin was hauled to his feet by his mother, briefly hugged and told he was loved and forgiven. Then she dressed him, causing a fresh flood of tears, because Fin's buttocks were swollen, and she wasn't careful enough. "Please apologize to grandfather for your bad behavior." Coldham said. Fin was still crying and shook his head. "No." He didn't see why he should. He had already paid for being fresh to Coldham F. "I'll give you a choice, Coldham Fintan: Either you apologize right now or your grandfather gets his wish and is going to take you over his knees. What is it going to be?" Fin didn't have to think long about his mother's offer. He apologized under duress and gave all adults present a hateful glare. Grandpa said to Fin: "I accept and hope you have learned your lesson. I would be sorry, if you would have to be punished again." Fin didn't believe it. "Okay, you can go to your room now." Coldham said, after briefly hugging Fin, who was stiff in the embrace.
Fin's behavior towards his grandfather changed. He never trusted him again and kept away from him as much as possible.
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