Coldham Fintan Noose III wanted to go out, but his parents told him no. It was a school night and Coldham and Beverly believed it wouldn't be wise to let Fin visit his friend.
The light ash blond boy was disappointed and seethed with anger. He thought his parents hated him and tried everything to take away the fun in his life. They had refused previously visits. He was going to show them! A rebellious streak awakened in Fin, as the boy was nicknamed. The fourteen year old sneaked out, spent a few hours with his friend and returned home. He hadn't calculated in his parents would miss him. When he opened the door they were already waiting for him. They "invited" him for a brief discussion in the living room. Fin knew how this was going to end and wasn't looking forward to it.
"A caning is warranted in this case. Young man, you can't simply take off, not telling us where you are going to! We are responsible for you and need to know where you are at all times!" His father and name sake told him. "I am ashamed. You are old enough to understand rules and obey them." His mother Beverly added. Fin was resigned. He wasn't going down without a fight, though. "Maybe the rules are shit." He suggested. His mother's eyes blazed at him. She nearly shouted: "Mind your language!" Fin stared back at Beverly as angry as she did. "Let's get over with your punishment. I guess you don't want to wait." Coldham suggested calmer. "It's unfair!" Fin protested. "Why?" asked Coldham, pretending to be seriously interested. "I haven't been warned I would be punished if I go out." "Fin, that was to expect, don't you think?" Beverly replied. "No, would it be darling Mike, he would escape with a warning." Mike was Fin's younger brother and their parents' favorite son. "That's not true!" Beverly shot at Fin. "He would be punished like you." confirmed Coldham. Fin snorted. Coldham didn't accept disrespect, lost his temper and slapped Fin across the face. "Now touch your toes, Coldham Fintan." Beverly ordered Fin. Her son obeyed with a smarting cheek and soul. "Five strokes." Fin's father added. "I'm going to deliver them." Beverly said. The cane was already lying on the coffee table. Fin was surprised he was allowed to keep on his pants and didn't have to bend over the armrest of the sofa as he had done a few times before. He obeyed, knowing there was no escape anyway. His mother picked up the three foot long can and swished it through the air. Fin barely kept from shuddering. Even if he was getting caned on his fully clothed behind it was going to hurt a lot. His trousers tightened over his backside, showing a clear outline where Fin's underpants ended. The cane tapped softly, once, twice on his buttocks. Fin braced himself. The cane was removed. There was another whistling sound. The cane made contact with the center of Fin's behind. The strength of the cut pushed Fin a bit forward. He regained his balance and with gritted teeth was back in position. "Stick your butt out a bit further." The sting was incredible. With trepidation Fin complied. Beverly took measurement for a second time, and soon the cane whooshed again through the air, landing right on target just a few inches above the first cut. Fin exhaled loudly. He wasn't going to cry out. The third cut made Fin's eyes fill with tears. He fought them back. His pride kept him from showing emotions. He wasn't going to give his parents any satisfaction.
The pain had been building up and was nearly unbearable. It felt like Fin had sat on a hot oven. There were still two more lashes to come.
The next stroke hit Fin on the sit spots and made him fall forward. It had been harder than the previous ones. Fin bit hard on his lower lip to prevent a cry. The tears threatened to overflow. "Fin, back in position." His father reminded him. Gathering the last bit of courage he had left, Fin touched his toes and made sure his buttocks offered the perfect target. Beverly took her time. She wanted to make sure Fin felt every stroke. Fin hated the wait. After what seemed like ages Fin felt the cane tapping on his already inflamed behind. He took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut. Fin tried to concentrate on something else. His thoughts went to a recent windsurfing event his grandmother had taken him to. It had been fantastic to see all his heroes performing. Remembering it, took the edge off the last stroke. It still hurt a great deal. Fin shot up, clutching his buttocks. Normally Fin had himself better under control, and it was rare he got out of position before his parents told him, he was allowed to move. Beverly smirked a bit, still slightly disappointed she hadn't been able to make Fin cry or show much emotions. Coldham addressed his son: "Did we say anything you are allowed to get up?" Fin was fighting with his tears, so it was difficult to answer. He shook his head and replied with a quivering voice: "No, Dad." He hated himself for sounding so weak. Coldham had stood during the whole procedure beside Fin. "Turn around." Coldham ordered Fin. His son obeyed, Fin feared Coldham was going to use the cane on him again for getting up. He was lucky Coldham thought a light smack was enough to remind Fin to stay in position. "Next time you might not escape so easy, so you better have yourself under control." "Yes, sir." Fin answered, hating every moment. His mother had another question. "I hope you understand why we thought it is important you learn a quick, sharp lesson..." Fin didn't. In fact he was angry, nearing an explosion, and still felt he had been given a raw deal. He thought it was better to keep his feelings to himself. Fin wouldn't have been able to stand another round with the cane, so he nodded. "If you ever leave without permission, you can expect to be caned on you underwear and one stroke more. Is this clear?" Beverly's voice was hard. "Yes, Ma'am." Fin was struggling to keep up his composure. "Okay, everything is forgiven. You can go now." "Thank you, sir."
Fin managed to keep his tears at bay until he was on his room. He was sad, angry, full of hatred and hurting. He let off steam by undressing and throwing his clothing against the wall. Fin shed a few tears, but stopped crying soon.
He had his own bathroom and checked in the mirror what his behind looked like. Fin could see ridges, some were higher raised than others, especially the one covering his sit spots and the one in the middle of his behind. He thought there were going to be bruises surrounding the tramlines. He had already some dark splodges. Fin took a cold shower to ease the pain and maybe stop some of the bruising. His bottom had been throbbing, now Fin felt a dull aching. One thing was for sure he was going to sleep on his stomach tonight.
His anger was still there, but Fin was sadder than anything. He hurt from feeling absolutely unwanted and unloved. No matter what he did, he never received a word of praise or approval. Instead he had to listen how perfect his brother was. He was frustrated and punched his pillow.
He was lonely, knowing exactly his parents wouldn't understand if he tried to broach the subject. Fin could have talked to his grandmother Lil, who lived in Boston, but he was too ashamed to admit he was physically punished. There was nobody else whom he trusted.
After thinking about it Fin decided to call Lil. He got his most pressing issues off his chest. He left out the caning, though. Lil was supportive as always and talking to her calmed him.
The stripes healed within a week.
It took Fin a while to forgive his parents.
The light ash blond boy was disappointed and seethed with anger. He thought his parents hated him and tried everything to take away the fun in his life. They had refused previously visits. He was going to show them! A rebellious streak awakened in Fin, as the boy was nicknamed. The fourteen year old sneaked out, spent a few hours with his friend and returned home. He hadn't calculated in his parents would miss him. When he opened the door they were already waiting for him. They "invited" him for a brief discussion in the living room. Fin knew how this was going to end and wasn't looking forward to it.
"A caning is warranted in this case. Young man, you can't simply take off, not telling us where you are going to! We are responsible for you and need to know where you are at all times!" His father and name sake told him. "I am ashamed. You are old enough to understand rules and obey them." His mother Beverly added. Fin was resigned. He wasn't going down without a fight, though. "Maybe the rules are shit." He suggested. His mother's eyes blazed at him. She nearly shouted: "Mind your language!" Fin stared back at Beverly as angry as she did. "Let's get over with your punishment. I guess you don't want to wait." Coldham suggested calmer. "It's unfair!" Fin protested. "Why?" asked Coldham, pretending to be seriously interested. "I haven't been warned I would be punished if I go out." "Fin, that was to expect, don't you think?" Beverly replied. "No, would it be darling Mike, he would escape with a warning." Mike was Fin's younger brother and their parents' favorite son. "That's not true!" Beverly shot at Fin. "He would be punished like you." confirmed Coldham. Fin snorted. Coldham didn't accept disrespect, lost his temper and slapped Fin across the face. "Now touch your toes, Coldham Fintan." Beverly ordered Fin. Her son obeyed with a smarting cheek and soul. "Five strokes." Fin's father added. "I'm going to deliver them." Beverly said. The cane was already lying on the coffee table. Fin was surprised he was allowed to keep on his pants and didn't have to bend over the armrest of the sofa as he had done a few times before. He obeyed, knowing there was no escape anyway. His mother picked up the three foot long can and swished it through the air. Fin barely kept from shuddering. Even if he was getting caned on his fully clothed behind it was going to hurt a lot. His trousers tightened over his backside, showing a clear outline where Fin's underpants ended. The cane tapped softly, once, twice on his buttocks. Fin braced himself. The cane was removed. There was another whistling sound. The cane made contact with the center of Fin's behind. The strength of the cut pushed Fin a bit forward. He regained his balance and with gritted teeth was back in position. "Stick your butt out a bit further." The sting was incredible. With trepidation Fin complied. Beverly took measurement for a second time, and soon the cane whooshed again through the air, landing right on target just a few inches above the first cut. Fin exhaled loudly. He wasn't going to cry out. The third cut made Fin's eyes fill with tears. He fought them back. His pride kept him from showing emotions. He wasn't going to give his parents any satisfaction.
The pain had been building up and was nearly unbearable. It felt like Fin had sat on a hot oven. There were still two more lashes to come.
The next stroke hit Fin on the sit spots and made him fall forward. It had been harder than the previous ones. Fin bit hard on his lower lip to prevent a cry. The tears threatened to overflow. "Fin, back in position." His father reminded him. Gathering the last bit of courage he had left, Fin touched his toes and made sure his buttocks offered the perfect target. Beverly took her time. She wanted to make sure Fin felt every stroke. Fin hated the wait. After what seemed like ages Fin felt the cane tapping on his already inflamed behind. He took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut. Fin tried to concentrate on something else. His thoughts went to a recent windsurfing event his grandmother had taken him to. It had been fantastic to see all his heroes performing. Remembering it, took the edge off the last stroke. It still hurt a great deal. Fin shot up, clutching his buttocks. Normally Fin had himself better under control, and it was rare he got out of position before his parents told him, he was allowed to move. Beverly smirked a bit, still slightly disappointed she hadn't been able to make Fin cry or show much emotions. Coldham addressed his son: "Did we say anything you are allowed to get up?" Fin was fighting with his tears, so it was difficult to answer. He shook his head and replied with a quivering voice: "No, Dad." He hated himself for sounding so weak. Coldham had stood during the whole procedure beside Fin. "Turn around." Coldham ordered Fin. His son obeyed, Fin feared Coldham was going to use the cane on him again for getting up. He was lucky Coldham thought a light smack was enough to remind Fin to stay in position. "Next time you might not escape so easy, so you better have yourself under control." "Yes, sir." Fin answered, hating every moment. His mother had another question. "I hope you understand why we thought it is important you learn a quick, sharp lesson..." Fin didn't. In fact he was angry, nearing an explosion, and still felt he had been given a raw deal. He thought it was better to keep his feelings to himself. Fin wouldn't have been able to stand another round with the cane, so he nodded. "If you ever leave without permission, you can expect to be caned on you underwear and one stroke more. Is this clear?" Beverly's voice was hard. "Yes, Ma'am." Fin was struggling to keep up his composure. "Okay, everything is forgiven. You can go now." "Thank you, sir."
Fin managed to keep his tears at bay until he was on his room. He was sad, angry, full of hatred and hurting. He let off steam by undressing and throwing his clothing against the wall. Fin shed a few tears, but stopped crying soon.
He had his own bathroom and checked in the mirror what his behind looked like. Fin could see ridges, some were higher raised than others, especially the one covering his sit spots and the one in the middle of his behind. He thought there were going to be bruises surrounding the tramlines. He had already some dark splodges. Fin took a cold shower to ease the pain and maybe stop some of the bruising. His bottom had been throbbing, now Fin felt a dull aching. One thing was for sure he was going to sleep on his stomach tonight.
His anger was still there, but Fin was sadder than anything. He hurt from feeling absolutely unwanted and unloved. No matter what he did, he never received a word of praise or approval. Instead he had to listen how perfect his brother was. He was frustrated and punched his pillow.
He was lonely, knowing exactly his parents wouldn't understand if he tried to broach the subject. Fin could have talked to his grandmother Lil, who lived in Boston, but he was too ashamed to admit he was physically punished. There was nobody else whom he trusted.
After thinking about it Fin decided to call Lil. He got his most pressing issues off his chest. He left out the caning, though. Lil was supportive as always and talking to her calmed him.
The stripes healed within a week.
It took Fin a while to forgive his parents.
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