Enemies

Everything was planned meticulous and then this!

Normally Aurelio Stansfield would have had the night shift. He was sick and didn't work.

Carmine de Anda - not his real name - had chosen the night specifically, because he knew Aurelio Stansfield pretty well and thought when all the electricity, CCTV and telephone lines were cut, Aurelio would call the police by cell phone, but stay put in the security office, giving him and a friend enough time to plunder the warehouse.

Carmine was about to join his accomplice, when he noticed a shadowy figure heading towards the storage units of the warehouse. It was Carmine's arch enemy Coldham Fintan Noose III, the new head of security.

Carmine had to stop Coldham at all costs. Coldham had proofed to be a worthy enemy and crossed some of Carmine's schemes. Besides Coldham would be able to identify his accomplice and Carmine couldn't afford that. It would be only a question of time before his friend was talking and Carmine's own identity would be known.

Carmine held an iron bar already in his hands. He was originally planning to use it to help lift a few items they wanted to steal. It was the perfect weapon. Carmine edged silently closer to Coldham. He went unnoticed and managed to crash the bar over Coldham's head, who crumpled immediately to the floor like a felled tree. Carmine thought that wasn't enough. He wanted to do as much damage as possible, fuelled by his thirst for revenge and to keep Coldham as long as possible away from his job. Carmine smashed the iron bar down on Coldham's left leg. It made a crunching sound. A kick to the Chief Security Officer was even more satisfying. Carmine heard police car sirens, so he stopped, otherwise he would have had a bit more fun. He stepped over Coldham's prone body and helped Leander Miller, the Sourcing Manager of the company, grab a few designer pieces. The two retreated in the nick of time through the back, while the police force entered the building through the main entrance.

Carmine de Anda visited Coldham in hospital. It would have been odd, if he hadn't done so in his capacity at the company. Of course he pretended to be concerned about a valuable employee of Foreman Scandinavia Import and outraged what had happened to Mr. Noose. Inwardly he was gloating, but not for long. Coldham might had a concussion, a broken leg and ribs, but his spirit was undiminished. The attack seemed to have no negative psychological impact. Even though the CSO was kept in hospital for a week and the broken bones kept him at home for a month, he wasn't deterred to work and manage his security team, who rallied around him, from his sick bed. Carmine had hoped with Coldham incaptivated he could break in and steal the more valuable furniture they couldn't take during the failed attempt. Unfortunately security had been beefed up and Carmine didn't dare to repeat the feat.
He was glad Coldham didn't suspect him and trailed another innocent guy, whom Carmine's lover and he had set up.
Carmine decided to wait another few months before he was leaving the company and start his new life with his lover in the Caribbean.

©2014

Aftermath

My better half told me "Worse Timing" wasn't finished and he wanted to know more, so I promised to write a follow up.


Coldham Fintan Noose II didn't recognize his wife Beverly anymore. Her dark brown hair and blue eyes were lifeless. She was withdrawn and barely talked. Had Coldham known how hard Beverly was taking the abortion, he wouldn't have suggested it so non chalant. He was sure they would have coped somehow with a third child, even if it would have been only twenty two months younger than their oldest son. Coldham felt guilty. He still didn't care about the child. Two kids were more than enough. Coldham wanted to see his wife happy. Having left her without a real choice, he had caused the problems facing them. Coldham didn't know how to solve the issue.

Beverly felt like she had dropped into a big black hole and didn't know how to escape it. She didn't want to talk about it with Coldham, because she thought he wouldn't understand her. Everyday life was very hard. Getting up was tough - near to impossible. Even taking care of Mike, her youngest son, which she had previously loved to do, seemed too much. Beverly neglected the household chores and Fin, her eldest son. Coldham tried to at least give Fin some attention. Fin saw his father as an unsuitable replacement for his mother and tried to cling to her. He was rebuffed. It hurt and to get at least noticed by Beverly he was into a lot of mischief or cried a lot. His parents felt overwhelmed by Fin being so difficult. Mike, who was only eight months old, picked up the tensions and also cried very fast.

The situation became so unbearable that Coldham asked his mother in law Zelda, if she could come for a while and look after Fin and the household. She was a house wife, while her husband Solomon was a miner. They lived in Maryland. Zelda agreed. It had been hard for Coldham to ask for help. First he was very proud and didn't like to show any weakness, second he couldn't stand Zelda.

Zelda kept the household in top condition and spent a lot of time with nineteen months old Fin, reading fairy tales and other picture books to him, spoiling him with apple strudel and other sweet bakery goodies and teaching him a few German words.

She was worried about her daughter, but since nobody told her the reason of Beverly's depression, she assumed it was down to baby blues. Zelda had been weepy for a couple of weeks after Beverly's birth and could feel for her daughter. Unfortunately Zelda couldn't stay unlimited and had to return home. Beverly's depression hadn't improved. Very unhappy Coldham asked his own mother Lil to take over the household. He was at the end of his tethers and didn't know what to do anymore.
Lil engaged Beverly and tried to get her talking.


It was 09.09.1979 - the day the baby would have been due. Coldham had conveniently taken off for the weekend with friends, going on a fishing trip. He couldn't face the gloomy atmosphere and thought Beverly would be very upset. His wife had kept too much bottled up. She felt guilty, sad and hated her husband. She held him partly responsible for the abortion and thought he didn't care about her or what she was going through. Beverly had been staying in bed for most of the day and didn't want to be disturbed. Every noise, no matter if it was clattering in the kitchen, the flush of the toilet, Mike's screams or Fin's laughter, was unbearable and too loud. Beverly pulled Coldham's pillow over her ears, so she didn't have to hear.

Coldham didn't expect Beverly's outburst when he returned. It was late at night and he thought everyone was sleeping. Instead Coldham found Beverly in the kitchen, making tea. When Coldham's wife turned around to face him, he took an involuntary step back, when he saw her look. It was full of anger and hatred. Coldham was glad looks couldn't kill. "You bastard!" Beverly shouted at him, her face contorting with rage. She grabbed the next best thing within her reach. It was her mug. Thank goodness it was unfilled yet and Coldham managed to dodge it. The mug exploded into many splitters when it crashed against the wall. "Do you know what day today is? I bet you have no clue!" Coldham's eyes filled with tears - not because of the baby - because he hated to see his wife suffer. "Of course I know what day today is! You should be by now the size of a whale and on the way to give birth." Beverly was hurt by Coldham's comparison with a whale. She knew he didn't find her especially attractive, when she was pregnant. Indignant she pulled open one of the drawers and chose a spatula. Beverly was furious, shrieked like a banshee and attacked Coldham with the spatula, not caring where it landed or if it was painful. They struggled for a moment. It didn't take Coldham long to overwhelm Beverly and force her to drop the kitchen utensil. He pressed her hard against him. Coldham's mouths was just inches away from Beverly's mouth. He bent over and kissed her. At first Beverly fought hard against the kiss and the restrain, but soon gave up and replied in kind. Beverly and Coldham were tearing at their clothing and had rough sex on the floor. Afterwards they went up to their bedroom and fell asleep.
The next morning Beverly felt much better and saw for the first time for months light at the end of the tunnel. Beverly studied her husband. He was asleep and looked very young. He was only twenty six after all and one and a half months younger than herself. Beverly didn't know how long she watched over Coldham. He began to stir. Without pre-amble she said: "We have to talk." Coldham agreed. They spoke about their guilt and pain. The couple also agreed they didn't want more children, so they made sure they used always a form of contraception.
Having cleared the air built the stepping stone of Beverly's recovery and healing process for both. The crisis had made them stronger. They learned from it and were much more open with each other. A year after the abortion there were no signs of distrust or that Coldham's and Beverly's relationship had been on the rocks.


© 2014

Smoking

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.

©2013