Dressing Up

"Oh, come on it makes it more authentic!" It was Mike Noose's favorite word at the time. He was nearly eight, his brother Fin nearly nine. They were only eleven month apart and couldn't have looked more different. Mike was tall for his age and towered over Fin. He was dark haired and had blue eyes. His brother was light ash blonde and had blue grey eyes. Mike tried to convince his brother to wear some of their mother's clothing. They wanted to play parents and children. Fin wasn't so sure he should do it. He felt his parents disliked him and he would pay for it if he disappointed them. Wearing a dress was one thing they wouldn't approve of. Fin gave in when Mike threatened to tell their parents Fin didn't want to play with him, which would also spell trouble for Fin. They expected him to put up with his younger brother. Fin chose his mother's little black dress. It was still way too big for him. He was only about 4 ft. 2 in. Next were the high heels. Beverly Noose had a big shoe collection. Making up Fin's mind wasn't easy. He decided a red pair of high heels would go well with his mother's Chanel red nail polisher. He was attracted by the strong color. Mike helped applying the eye shadow and mascara. Satisfied Fin looked now like a mother, they started playing. They were in the middle of it when Fin found himself suddenly hauled up by his mother, got slapped on his backside and was screamed at: "How dare you, taking my clothing!" Beverly Noose pulled Fin with her out of the room. She took him to her home office. "Undress immediately and wait! I'll discuss your disgusting behavior with Dad!" Fin was close to tears. He knew he would get his ass busted and it was all Mike's fault, who would escape unharmed. It was so unfair. Fin complied with his mother's order and was standing soon only in his boxer shorts and socks in front of the writing desk. He shivered in anticipation and clenched and unclenched his buttocks. His parents didn't need long to arrive. Coldham Fintan Noose II lectured Fin he was a boy and boys didn't wear lady's clothing. "But..." Neither Coldham nor Beverly gave Fin a chance to explain himself. "We must make sure that you never forget you are a boy, so bend over Mom's desk." His Dad ordered. Fin knew from experience begging didn't help, but he tried it nevertheless. With hanging head he apologized: "I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. I won't do it again. We were just playing..." "Bend over!" Beverly ordered in a cold tone, showing no signs of mercy. Fin obeyed, resigning to his fate. Coldham had left the office to retrieve the cane. It was a long, springy thing and frightened the hell out of Fin. It caused a lot of pain. His mother took a seat at the desk. She leaned back and said: "Your little stunt earned you four cuts." Fin was glad he didn't have to pull down his underwear. It was always embarrassing and Fin hated it, especially since his mother either caned him or watched him getting it. The boxers didn't provide any form of protection. The strokes were going to hurt intensely. It seemed to take Fin's father to take ages to return. Fin was of two minds. He was glad about the reprieve, but on the other side he wanted to be done with it. In the end Coldham was back too fast. There was no dallying. Coldham lined up the first stroke. It landed on top of Fin's rear. At first Fin didn't feel anything; then the pain settled in with a vengeance. He cried out a bit. Fin tried to be brave and not to get out of position or cry. The second cut arrived a few seconds later, just a few inches below the other. Fin screamed. His eyes filled with tears. The pain was unbearable. Fin looked through his watery eyes at his mother. She watched like a predator. Fin couldn't understand it. Beverly seemed to enjoy the spectacle and the more he carried on the more she seemed to like it. Fin was confused. The next thing Fin felt was the cane making contact with the center of his behind. He cried out again and the tears spilled finally over. Fin braced himself for the last stroke. He heard the cane whistle, seconds later it hit him on the sit spots. Fin howled from the pain. His hands flew back to his sore behind. He was crying hard. "Fin, did we allow you to get out of position?" Fin had forgotten all about it. He was only allowed to get up or sooth his rear, when his parents said so. "No, Mom. He was barely understandable through his tears. "Come to me," Beverly ordered him. Fin dreaded it and damned himself. His mother guided him over her lap. She gently pulled down his underpants and smacked each cheek once. "I hope this reminds you in future to be more in control of yourself." Fin's behind felt on fire and the smacks had ignited it even further. He had thought it was impossible to cry harder, but he had to. He was thoroughly humiliated and ashamed. Fin hated his parents for it and for punishing him unfairly. Instead of nodding and promising to be better in future, he shouted at her: "I hate you!" It didn't go down well with his mother, who had Fin still bent over her lap. "You are going to treat us with respect!" she said and gave Fin four hard smacks. Fin buckled and squirmed, crying even more. He learned that he better didn't show or tell his parents how he felt as long as they had the upper hand. Fin was very disappointed in his parents and lost trust in them. From this moment onward he tried hard not to show how much each caning hurt and rarely cried in their presence. He also had himself under tight control and got seldom out of position. Finally Coldham asked Fin if he had enough and would apologize for his hurtful behavior. With gritted teeth Fin said he was sorry, not meaning it. He was allowed to get up and dressed. Fin was ashamed to have to go half naked to his room.
Mike felt guilty and hid in his room. It was the furthest away from Beverly's office and he could only barely hear Fin's screams. When it was over he was torn between going to Fin's room and apologizing or leaving him alone. Knowing his brother, Mike decided to stay where he was.

Fin needed a long time to calm down. He didn't know why his parents didn't love him. It hurt. Since he thought no matter what he did, he couldn't do it anyway right, he gave up to please them.

Fin spent the next two days mostly in bed, lying on his stomach. Sitting was impossible. The physical signs of Fin's caning were gone within one and a half weeks. It didn't mean Fin was in a forgiving mood. He ignored his parents and Mike for a while. Finally family life returned to what was considered normal in the Noose household.

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