David Jefferson hoped he had been dreaming and it had been a nightmare. Unfortunately it hadn't. He had been paddled and expelled for stealing. A crime he hadn't committed. David was martering his brain, who had set him up. He couldn't come up with anyone. David's self confidence had taken a knock. He hurt, not only bodily. The cadet, he shared his room and was befriended with, had given David the cold shoulder, believing David was a thief. Being ignored was hard. David didn't want to think what was going to happen, when his father showed up. He was still sore and had marks - dark blotches at some spots, the paddle had left behind.
David's father was strict and a detention noted on the report cards, sent out every quarter, meant a whipping, when David was home during vacations. Of course Arthur Jefferson asked for an explanation and depending on the severity of what had occurred; David received one to three strokes for each offence.
David dismissed going to breakfast. His stomach was knotted in anticipation. Besides he could imagine the reaction of his fellow cadets. They would stare and be hostile.
Arthur Jefferson had a brief talk with Commander Richmond before entering his son's room grim faced. He was very disappointed and angry. He had thought he had taught David morals. It upset Arthur even further, when David continued to deny he had been stealing. Arthur couldn't believe his son as much as he would have loved to, but the evidence spoke against him, and when Arthur asked David, if he had any enemies and how they would have managed to set him up, David couldn't explain it. "I think you need to learn a lesson here, David Mark. Step out of your pants and underpants, please. You won't need them for the next minute or so." Normally David obeyed. "Dad, please..." He pleaded. "David Mark, don't make it harder for you than necessary." Arthur Jefferson stayed calm. David knew the tone only too well. Under different circumstances David wouldn't have started to sniffle even before the spanking had started, but now it was all a bit too much. David was upset, because nobody believed him. He complied. He was slow, though, and his movements indicated he was heartbroken.
Seeing that Arthur had difficulties going through with the punishment. Still he couldn't let David get away with his wayward behavior.
When David stood only in his shirt in front of his father, Arthur ordered him to bend over the writing desk. When David was in position, his father moved the shirt out of the way, baring David's behind. Arthur saw the bruises from the paddling and decided not give David two dozen strokes as planned. He realized a smaller number would suffice. It didn't mean he was going to hold back. Coming to his decision, Arthur unbuckled his belt and pulled it out, folded it, and delivered the first lick. David cried out. Thanks to the previous spanking he felt the stroke double as strong as it would have normally been. The second brought tears to David's eyes. After the third David broke down. His shouts grew louder with each lash, and he cried bitter tears. After the eleventh lick, Arthur Jefferson stopped. He thought David had enough. His son was sobbing and wailing. Arthur put his belt back in place, giving David some time to recover. "Come here, David." David generally didn't hold a long grudge. In this case he accepted his father's hug, but was stiff and didn't really want to be comforted. David felt aggressive and unforgiving. The spanking had caused a rift that took long to heal. His parents didn't trust him for a while. Since it was hard to find a new school for David quickly, his mother took over his schooling. David was glad he was able to graduate.
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