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.

©2014

Mercy

Frieda Pianas Noose was wondering, if Fin's parents had ever shown mercy, when Fin did something wrong or perceived Fin's behavior as a misdemeanour when he was a child.
Based on his description she had her doubts. They seemed cold, unapproachable and enjoyed punishing Fin.

Fin came home when the kids were in bed. After a nice meal, Frieda couldn't wait any longer and asked him straight away what had been niggling her all day. Fin thought about it for a moment. "I can remember only two occasions. One story you know already. It was when I escaped a spanking for not studying longer than thought. The other time I was much younger and the cane had been only introduced recently..."

Fin was nearly eight. His grandmother Lil had taken him to the beach. She knew about a windsurfing tournament and thought Fin would love to see it.

He was a water baby in Lil's opinion and difficult to retrieve, once he was submerged in the element. Fin was an excellent swimmer and had started to snorkel as well.

The surprise was a success. Fin was immediately intrigued. He asked a lot of questions and wanted to learn wind surfing. "You'll have to bring it up with your parents, darling." His grandmother replied. Fin's face fell. He knew it would be hard to convince them. Fin scowled. If it would have been his brother Mike, his parents would have given in immediately and Mike would have gotten what he wanted.

Lil put in a good word for Fin. Coldham and Beverly promised to think about it. Fin was quiet about windsurfing for about a week. He mentioned it when he heard nothing back. "No, not now. You are too small." Coldham told Fin. He wasn't happy about this answer. Fin thought there must be also younger children in the sports. Because he wanted his parents know he was serious about it, he started to garner information and borrowed books from the library about the subject. When he broached windsurfing again around a month later he was brushed off. Fin bit his lip and swore he was going to be windsurfing soon. He was especially upset when Mike was immediately granted flute lessons.

Another few weeks passed and Fin's arguments weren't working. He had found out that there were children active and some had started from the age of six. Checking with his class mates Fin learned a few were having lessons.  It was frustrating. Fin was desperate to learn also a new skill. Fin decided to badger his parents. He was well aware what kind of risk he was running.
There were three possibilities. One was that Fin's parents finally gave in without causing trouble. The other two were daunting and could end up painful for him.

Fin thought his mother was the one he might had chances to win over. If he managed that he knew he had won the battle, because his father rarely refused his mother.

Every day at least once he asked Beverly if he could have windsurfing lessons. At first his mother was patient and explained to him again and again that they thought Fin was too young and the lessons and equipment too expensive. Later she either ignored him or gave him warning looks. The whole charade lasted another seven weeks. Finally Beverly lost her temper. She said angrily to him: "If I hear another word about wind surfing, you find yourself bent over, is that clear?! I've given you enough time to get over this stupid idea!" Fin fought his disappointment and tears. He let windsurfing rest for a few days, because he didn't want to overdo it and hoped she would forget her promise of a caning, if he waited. Beverly shot Fin an angry glare, biting hard on her lower lip. Fin knew immediately she was near an explosion. With forced calmness Beverly asked Fin: "What did I promise you if you didn't behave?" Fin stammered: "A ... A spanking?!" "That's right. Come here!" Fin didn't want one and ran away. He was surprised his mother hadn't told him to go to his room and wait until she had discussed his bad behavior with his father.
His mother was hard on his heels. Fin dashed around the kitchen table. He nearly managed to get to the door. Beverly snatched Fin at the last second. They struggled for a moment, before Fin had to give in. Beverly chided him: "You are a very bad boy! First of all I told you what would happen when you mention windsurfing again; second you tried to escape your punishment. I'm really upset about this! I should cane you for it until you can't sit for a week!"  Fin kept his tongue in check, but thought he would be in pain anyway for days, so his mother's wish could be easily fulfilled. Instead he tried a different tack in the hope to escape a caning. "Please, Mom, I'm sorry." "It's too late for that!" Beverly held Fin with one arm. With her other hand she struggled to open Fin's trouser button. Fin prayed she wouldn't be able to unbutton his jeans. He still pleaded with her and tried to free himself. Neither helped and finally the button sprang open. Fin's mother pulled the zipper down and lowered the jeans, followed suit by his white briefs. "No, Mom, not on the bare, please..." Fin's begging felt on deaf ears. Beverly pulled out a chair, took a seat and placed Fin over her lap. His behind was sticking up in the air. Fin's arms and legs didn't reach the floor, so he had to hold on to the chair legs. Fin was relieved. He had managed to avoid the cane. He could deal with the hand spanking. At least Fin hoped that was what he was getting. Beverly didn't wait long. She raised her hand high and brought it down. The smack echoed through the room and Fin winced. The next landed on his left cheek. Fin started to writh, because it really stung. Two more hard slaps followed. Fin burst into tears. "Ow! Mommy, it hurts!" It didn't stop the punishment. Beverly applied a few more vigorous slaps to Fin's rump. She was satisfied her son's behind was dark pink and some overlapping handprints were visible. Beverly pushed Fin off her lap. "You can get dressed. If I hear another word about windsurfing your father will take care of your punishment and I'm going to enjoy watching. Is this clear?!" Fin's hands flew to his buttocks. He sniffled and shuffled from one foot to the other before answering. "Yes, Ma'am." "Very well. Off you go." Fin didn't need to be told twice. Before he reached the door Fin had stopped crying.
Fin found his younger brother Mike grinning from ear to ear near the door. "Oh, poor baby, did you get it?" Mike teased Fin. Ignoring Mike, Fin went to his room and locked the door. He would have liked to wipe off the grin from Mike's face. Fin had done it once before. He had been soundly spanked for it and didn't look for a repeat, so Fin had learned to keep his temper in check and get his revenge later.
Fin hadn't given up his plan yet, even though he was disappointed and a bit angry with his mother and brother. When he had his emotions completely under control Fin sneaked down to the telephone and called his grandmother in Boston. He didn't tell her about the spanking, but that he hadn't made any progress with getting lessons and he really wanted to learn windsurfing. Lil promised to see what she could do.

Fin's eighths birthday arrived and with it his grandparents. Lil winked at him, when she handed him an envelope. It was a voucher for a nearby windsurfing school, entitling him to 6 lessons. He smiled broadly. Now his parents didn't have an excuse. Coldham and Beverly were dismayed, but gave in. There was no sensible reason to refuse now.

Fin took to his lessons easily. He looked forward to them and was allowed to continue, when his parents heard he was talented...

©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

Mike's spanking

It's spanking time again! This is a story about Mike, Fin's brother. Hope you like it. :)

Holiday Michael Noose feared going home. He had received a bad grade and was sure his parents were going to kill him, so he decided to run away.
Mike, as the ten year old was nick named, went to their home in Miami with his 11 months older brother Coldham Fintan.
Instead of sitting with his brother at the kitchen table and start doing his homework, Mike went packing.
He had saved thirty dollars. He counted the money careful and put it away in his pouch. Mike chose his favorite t-shirt and a trouser as well as fresh underwear, a comic and a torch and stored it in his back pack.
He then sneaked into the pantry, taking a few apples, a large bottle of lemonade, frankfurters and bread.
He was a bit sad, but was ready for a big adventure and knew exactly where he was going to.
Mike wasn't worried his parents would miss him.

He turned left onto Old Cutler Road and headed north east, passing the Presbyterian Church. He was on Mitchell Drive and very near his destination, the Deering Bay Yacht Club, when a car stopped beside him. It was his mother. "Get in, Holiday Michael!" She ordered him, barely keeping her temper in check.
The ride home was completely silent. Mike knew he was in big trouble. He clenched and unclenched his bottom in anticipation. Mike was sure he was going to be spanked. What had he been thinking? Mike felt very sorry for himself. He wished he had managed to sneak onto one of the yachts and sail far, far away.

"Go to your room, Holiday Michael. Your father and I are going to deal with you when he returns from looking for you." "Yes, Ma'am." Beverly Noose parked the car in the garage. Mike hurried to his room.

Beverly knew her husband Coldham would be back within in the next twenty minutes. They had come up with a plan, when they realized Mike had been missing. He was searching to the west, she to the east and return within half an hour to see, if they had been able to locate Mike. Since they were going to punish their younger son, they wanted to give him privacy. Fin, as the older son was called, was going to be in the way. Beverly went calmly into the kitchen. Fin had finished his homework and was reading a book. Beverly sighed. She wished Fin was livelier and had a lot of friends like Mike. Unfortunately her older son was introvert. It didn't matter at the moment. "Honey, why don't you go to Barnes and Nobles? Here is fifty dollar. You can spend them on anything you like." Fin wasn't stupid and knew his brother was in trouble. His parents wanted to get rid of him. Since it was one of the few occasions he wasn't the reason for their scorn he smirked and hoped Mike was going to get it good. Fin was also happy about the fifty dollars he could invest into books. It was rarely his parents gave him gifts out of the blue. Couldn't Mike be more often in trouble?
Fin took the money, thanked his mother politely and left the house. Beverly had told him he could take his time.

Coldham arrived back a bit sooner than Beverly estimated. They discussed briefly how to proceed. Then they went up to Mike's room.
Mike was sitting on his bed starring a hole in the wall.
First Beverly asked why Mike had run away. When Mike's parents heard it was because of a bad grade, they re-assured him it wasn't the end of the world and promised if he needed help they were going to support him. What was left was Mike's spanking, because he ran away. Coldham stated they were worried sick when they realized he was gone. "Imagine what could have happened! You could have been hurt or killed in an accident or somebody might have kidnapped you. You caused us so much grief! We both think you need to learn a lesson here. You can't run away from your problems, so please remove your pants and underpants completely. You won't need them for some time." Mike had the same feeling. He blushed a bit, because he felt embarrassed when he thought about standing naked from the waist down in front of his parents. Normally they simply asked him to pull down his trousers and when he was over either his mother's or father's knee, he had to raise his hips and they lowered his underwear as well.
Mike obeyed. His mother took the cloth from him and folded them neatly, then put them away. Mike was very body conscious. Thank goodness he was wearing a long t-shirt so his genitals were hidden from view.  "Your father is going to give you thirty smacks." Beverly told Mike. Coldham took a seat on his son's bed. He signaled Mike to bend over his knees. Reluctantly Mike obeyed. He hated being in that position, but was glad his mother wasn't going to punish him. She was the harder spanker. After a few adjustments Mike's behind offered the perfect target. Coldham pulled Mike's t-shirt up a bit, so it wasn't in the way or offered any protection.
Coldham looked down at Mike's white bottom. It wasn't going to stay that way for long. Coldham raised his hand and brought it down hard on Mike's right buttock. He waited about ten seconds before smacking the same spot again. Coldham changed to the left cheek.  Mike only reacted from the fifth slap. He squirmed slightly and a soft moan escaped. Coldham changed the rhythm to a faster pace, but still as hard. The spanks echoed in the room. Mike tried to be brave about it, to keep still and not to cry out. It was tough. The heat built up considerately after what Mike guessed was the eleventh slap. He squirmed more and to his chagrin cried out. He couldn't keep his voice down. The pace slowed down again, making Mike much more aware of the pain caused by his already stinging behind and the continued assault on it. His eyes filled with tears and finally they rolled down his face.
For the last few spanks Coldham concentrated on Mike's sit spots. They made Mike cry harder and if Coldham wouldn't have held Mike in place Mike would have slid to the ground, escaping his fair punishment.
After the 30th slap Beverly and Coldham admired his handiwork. It was understandable Mike was sobbing. His behind was fire red and hot to the touch.
"Now, now, you're punishment is over, darling." Beverly said soothing and Coldham circled Mike's back in soft circles. "Everything is forgiven, Mike. You can get up." Coldham added. Mike didn't want to move. He was very sore. "Take your time." Beverly ruffled his hair. After a minute or so Mike had his tears better under control and felt ready to stand up. He wanted nearness and hugged his father. He mumbled into his dad's shirt: "I'm sorry, Dad." "That's okay, honey, we all make mistakes and you have paid for it. I love you, Mike." "I love you too, Dad." Coldham hugged Mike even tighter, then released him, grabbed a tissue from Mike's night stand and wiped away the tears.
Beverly hugged Mike briefly and then suggested he should go to bed.
Mike was within minutes asleep on his stomach. When he woke up the next morning he wasn't in pain and all was forgiven and forgotten.

©2013