This another quite cruel story, so if you are against spanking children, please don't read. As always I'm totally against violence in real life.
Coldham Fintan Noose III was glad his parents had allowed him to go to a party. He was fifteen, a bit gawky, blond haired and had blue grey eyes. He was happy to escape their scrutiny for a while.
Fin didn't want to get into trouble, so he kept to all the rules his parents had set. He didn't drink any alcohol and didn't smoke. He was punctual at home too. Smoking had never interested Fin. He was a sports fanatic and an unhealthy habit would have only decreased his fitness level.
He went to the living room, where his parents were watching a movie to let them know he was back. Fin's mother Beverly followed Fin to the kitchen. Originally she wanted to hear about the party. When she smelled cigarette smoke on him, she was very unhappy. Her husband and she had made it very clear smoking was unacceptable. "Coldham Fintan, have you been smoking?" Fin, as the boy was nicknamed, looked shocked. His eyes widened. "No, I haven't!" "Don't lie to me!" Beverly replied harsh. Fin was the black sheep of the family, having been caught steeling only recently, and he disobeyed his parents' orders in general. "Let me explain, please." Fin said, trying to stay calm. He was panicking, because his parents were hands on, when it came to discipline. "Admit it." "No, as you know the parents of Patches are smoking and a few of the guests did too, so it's only second hand smoke you are smelling. I swear!" Beverly didn't believe Fin. He had lied before. "Go to your room. Your father and I will deal with you later." "Please speak to Mr. or Mrs. Sigrist. They will tell you I haven't touched a cigarette." "Don't make it worse. Go to your room!" Fin was angry. He hadn't done anything wrong and still got the wrath of his mother.
Fin changed into his pajamas feeling sick already. He bet he would get spanked either the same evening or the next morning. Fin couldn't shake off the feeling his parents were simply looking for an excuse to punish him. It made him even angrier. He hated his parents.
An hour later Fin's father Coldham asked Fin to come down to the kitchen. Fin was briefly lectured by his parents. He couldn't keep his mouth shut and protested, knowing exactly he would pay for it later. The reason was Fin's sense of fairness. He couldn't accept being punished for something he hadn't done. "Coldham Fintan, it is unbelievable you still lie to us. You are going to make your caning worse, if you don't admit it." Coldham said. Fin replied heated: "I can't admit to a crime I haven't committed." "Okay, that solves that. You are going to get two strokes for smoking and two for lying." Beverly concluded icy. "Before you bend over the table, drop your pants. Liars don't deserve any type of protection." Coldham added. Fin's eyes turned a steely blue. He had resolved not to comply. Only the threat of getting another four strokes for disobeying and being obnoxious made him do it. Fin knew eight strokes with the cane would test his self control to the limit and he didn't want to break down in front of his parents, so half were the lesser evil and the likelihood he was shedding tears immediately low.
With a sigh Fin complied. The cane was already resting on the table. It was about three foot long and 3/8 in thick. When Coldham picked it up, Fin knew his father was going to whip him. His mother flipped up Fin's shirt, so it wasn't in the way. Coldham took up his position. Fin braced himself. He raised his head, when Beverly walked up to face him directly. At the same time the cane swished through the air. Fin was caught by surprise since he had been concentrating on his mother. He yelped, when the cane connected with his bottom. The pain was searing. Beverly smiled. The smirk infuriated Fin. He swore when he was strong enough he would put a stop to all this. For the time being he had to endure it. The next cut seemed to hurt much more than the previous. Being prepared Fin didn't make a sound. He stared at the table and ignored his mother. Coldham let a few seconds pass before he placed the third stroke at the center of Fin's buttocks. The pain of all three merged. Fin hissed. It started to get unbearable. Fin forced himself to stay put. He would have preferred to shake his hips to try and get rid of part of the sting. Fin dreaded the last stroke. Knowing his father, he was sure he would get hit on an especially sensitive spot. The cane whistled again through the air and connected with the crease between Fin's legs and behind. The sting was incredible and left another angry red welt. As hard as Fin tried to take it quiet he let out a scream. Fin's eyes welled up. Coldham wanted to make sure the last cut counted for something. It had. Fin struggled with his composure and would have loved nothing better than crying freely and to clutch his throbbing behind. Since he didn't want to give his parents that satisfaction he kept the tears at bay and in position. He was till bent over when his mother said: "Look me in the eyes!" Fin barely managed to keep the hatred hidden. "I hope we have made it very clear for you smoking is off the limits." Fin didn't answer. He just stared at her, imagining what it would be like to put his hands around his mother's throat and throttle her. It calmed his feelings immediately. Fin managed to give a satisfactory answer, but still said he had been punished groundless. His parents didn't like it. Fin couldn't see what was going on behind him. He saw his mother, though, communicating silently with his father before nodding. The cane hit Fin for a fifth time. He was unprepared and shouted out loud. Tears threatened to spill over. Beverly bent down to Fin. Her face was very close to Fin's, asking very quietly: "Are you still denying it?" Rage cursed through Fin's veins. He was tempted to spit his mother in the face. Since Fin's emotions were overshadowing the pain in his backside, he forgot about bursting into tears. Holding barely on to his self restrained, Fin replied very cold: "You can cane me as much as you like. I'm telling you the truth. I didn't smoke." Mother's and son's eyes locked. Fin wasn't willing to give in and stared until his mother looked away. The room was silent for a while. Finally Coldham said: "Get up and out of our eyesight! Don't leave your room until tomorrow. You are grounded until you come to your senses." Fin winced, when he pulled his pants over his swollen and smarting behind. He left without saying a word.
Fin made up his mind. He was going to hold out longer than them. They would after a certain time loosen their control and he was free to go as he pleased.
On his room Fin undressed. He was frustrated, angry and hurt. He felt as if he could murder his parents. Of course he didn't react on it. Taking a cold shower eased the physical pain a bit. When Fin checked in the mirror he knew he was going to have bruises beside the five raised welts. Sitting was going to hurt for at least a week.
Letting go, Fin sobbed for a few minutes before he went naked to bed, trying to sleep on his stomach. It took Fin a while to fall asleep. He woke up a few times thanks to being in pain.
Fin's mood was not the best when he got up the next morning and went down for breakfast. He wasn't able to sit and ignored his parents. He was very good in giving them the silent treatment. Coldham and Beverly were used to being ignored, sometimes for weeks, after they had punished Fin.
Fin's temper nearly reached boiling point, when his brother Mike told him he shouldn't behave like a baby. Mike had heard Fin's screams and knew he had been spanked. Mike thought Fin's spankings were similar to his - bent over the knee of either parent and getting a hand spanking on the bare. It hurt maybe for a few hours, but no real damage was done. - so he thought Fin's reaction was over the top by refusing to sit down and claiming he was still sore. Fin's eyes turned into blue daggers, when he heard Mike's offhand remark. He knew he would find himself at the receiving end of the cane again, if he punched Mike, so he said mildly: "Please don't comment on something you don't have a clue about or experienced yourself." Fin didn't want to discuss his caning or show the marks. It was embarrassing enough Mike knew he had been punished. Fin couldn't bear spending more than a few seconds with the rest of the family, so he grabbed his cheese sandwiches and glass of milk and fled to his room.
Fin felt like an outsider and was sure his parents didn't love him. It hurt more than the physical pain.
Fin and Mike made up fairly quickly. Fin still didn't talk to his parents even after the bruises and tram lines were gone. He hated them and the feeling didn't diminish over a long period. He was glad when he could go to the military academy his parents had decided to send him to after they caught him stealing.
Coldham Fintan Noose III was glad his parents had allowed him to go to a party. He was fifteen, a bit gawky, blond haired and had blue grey eyes. He was happy to escape their scrutiny for a while.
Fin didn't want to get into trouble, so he kept to all the rules his parents had set. He didn't drink any alcohol and didn't smoke. He was punctual at home too. Smoking had never interested Fin. He was a sports fanatic and an unhealthy habit would have only decreased his fitness level.
He went to the living room, where his parents were watching a movie to let them know he was back. Fin's mother Beverly followed Fin to the kitchen. Originally she wanted to hear about the party. When she smelled cigarette smoke on him, she was very unhappy. Her husband and she had made it very clear smoking was unacceptable. "Coldham Fintan, have you been smoking?" Fin, as the boy was nicknamed, looked shocked. His eyes widened. "No, I haven't!" "Don't lie to me!" Beverly replied harsh. Fin was the black sheep of the family, having been caught steeling only recently, and he disobeyed his parents' orders in general. "Let me explain, please." Fin said, trying to stay calm. He was panicking, because his parents were hands on, when it came to discipline. "Admit it." "No, as you know the parents of Patches are smoking and a few of the guests did too, so it's only second hand smoke you are smelling. I swear!" Beverly didn't believe Fin. He had lied before. "Go to your room. Your father and I will deal with you later." "Please speak to Mr. or Mrs. Sigrist. They will tell you I haven't touched a cigarette." "Don't make it worse. Go to your room!" Fin was angry. He hadn't done anything wrong and still got the wrath of his mother.
Fin changed into his pajamas feeling sick already. He bet he would get spanked either the same evening or the next morning. Fin couldn't shake off the feeling his parents were simply looking for an excuse to punish him. It made him even angrier. He hated his parents.
An hour later Fin's father Coldham asked Fin to come down to the kitchen. Fin was briefly lectured by his parents. He couldn't keep his mouth shut and protested, knowing exactly he would pay for it later. The reason was Fin's sense of fairness. He couldn't accept being punished for something he hadn't done. "Coldham Fintan, it is unbelievable you still lie to us. You are going to make your caning worse, if you don't admit it." Coldham said. Fin replied heated: "I can't admit to a crime I haven't committed." "Okay, that solves that. You are going to get two strokes for smoking and two for lying." Beverly concluded icy. "Before you bend over the table, drop your pants. Liars don't deserve any type of protection." Coldham added. Fin's eyes turned a steely blue. He had resolved not to comply. Only the threat of getting another four strokes for disobeying and being obnoxious made him do it. Fin knew eight strokes with the cane would test his self control to the limit and he didn't want to break down in front of his parents, so half were the lesser evil and the likelihood he was shedding tears immediately low.
With a sigh Fin complied. The cane was already resting on the table. It was about three foot long and 3/8 in thick. When Coldham picked it up, Fin knew his father was going to whip him. His mother flipped up Fin's shirt, so it wasn't in the way. Coldham took up his position. Fin braced himself. He raised his head, when Beverly walked up to face him directly. At the same time the cane swished through the air. Fin was caught by surprise since he had been concentrating on his mother. He yelped, when the cane connected with his bottom. The pain was searing. Beverly smiled. The smirk infuriated Fin. He swore when he was strong enough he would put a stop to all this. For the time being he had to endure it. The next cut seemed to hurt much more than the previous. Being prepared Fin didn't make a sound. He stared at the table and ignored his mother. Coldham let a few seconds pass before he placed the third stroke at the center of Fin's buttocks. The pain of all three merged. Fin hissed. It started to get unbearable. Fin forced himself to stay put. He would have preferred to shake his hips to try and get rid of part of the sting. Fin dreaded the last stroke. Knowing his father, he was sure he would get hit on an especially sensitive spot. The cane whistled again through the air and connected with the crease between Fin's legs and behind. The sting was incredible and left another angry red welt. As hard as Fin tried to take it quiet he let out a scream. Fin's eyes welled up. Coldham wanted to make sure the last cut counted for something. It had. Fin struggled with his composure and would have loved nothing better than crying freely and to clutch his throbbing behind. Since he didn't want to give his parents that satisfaction he kept the tears at bay and in position. He was till bent over when his mother said: "Look me in the eyes!" Fin barely managed to keep the hatred hidden. "I hope we have made it very clear for you smoking is off the limits." Fin didn't answer. He just stared at her, imagining what it would be like to put his hands around his mother's throat and throttle her. It calmed his feelings immediately. Fin managed to give a satisfactory answer, but still said he had been punished groundless. His parents didn't like it. Fin couldn't see what was going on behind him. He saw his mother, though, communicating silently with his father before nodding. The cane hit Fin for a fifth time. He was unprepared and shouted out loud. Tears threatened to spill over. Beverly bent down to Fin. Her face was very close to Fin's, asking very quietly: "Are you still denying it?" Rage cursed through Fin's veins. He was tempted to spit his mother in the face. Since Fin's emotions were overshadowing the pain in his backside, he forgot about bursting into tears. Holding barely on to his self restrained, Fin replied very cold: "You can cane me as much as you like. I'm telling you the truth. I didn't smoke." Mother's and son's eyes locked. Fin wasn't willing to give in and stared until his mother looked away. The room was silent for a while. Finally Coldham said: "Get up and out of our eyesight! Don't leave your room until tomorrow. You are grounded until you come to your senses." Fin winced, when he pulled his pants over his swollen and smarting behind. He left without saying a word.
Fin made up his mind. He was going to hold out longer than them. They would after a certain time loosen their control and he was free to go as he pleased.
On his room Fin undressed. He was frustrated, angry and hurt. He felt as if he could murder his parents. Of course he didn't react on it. Taking a cold shower eased the physical pain a bit. When Fin checked in the mirror he knew he was going to have bruises beside the five raised welts. Sitting was going to hurt for at least a week.
Letting go, Fin sobbed for a few minutes before he went naked to bed, trying to sleep on his stomach. It took Fin a while to fall asleep. He woke up a few times thanks to being in pain.
Fin's mood was not the best when he got up the next morning and went down for breakfast. He wasn't able to sit and ignored his parents. He was very good in giving them the silent treatment. Coldham and Beverly were used to being ignored, sometimes for weeks, after they had punished Fin.
Fin's temper nearly reached boiling point, when his brother Mike told him he shouldn't behave like a baby. Mike had heard Fin's screams and knew he had been spanked. Mike thought Fin's spankings were similar to his - bent over the knee of either parent and getting a hand spanking on the bare. It hurt maybe for a few hours, but no real damage was done. - so he thought Fin's reaction was over the top by refusing to sit down and claiming he was still sore. Fin's eyes turned into blue daggers, when he heard Mike's offhand remark. He knew he would find himself at the receiving end of the cane again, if he punched Mike, so he said mildly: "Please don't comment on something you don't have a clue about or experienced yourself." Fin didn't want to discuss his caning or show the marks. It was embarrassing enough Mike knew he had been punished. Fin couldn't bear spending more than a few seconds with the rest of the family, so he grabbed his cheese sandwiches and glass of milk and fled to his room.
Fin felt like an outsider and was sure his parents didn't love him. It hurt more than the physical pain.
Fin and Mike made up fairly quickly. Fin still didn't talk to his parents even after the bruises and tram lines were gone. He hated them and the feeling didn't diminish over a long period. He was glad when he could go to the military academy his parents had decided to send him to after they caught him stealing.
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