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

Who is the Mama? A different scenario

This is more what I had originally in mind. If you like, you can leave feedback which one you prefer. :)

At the play ground Stephanie Hatch and Samantha Flanagan watched the new arrivals. They came to the conclusion that the adult accompanying the little boy was the nanny, because she was Hispanic, and he was blond and didn't look anything like her. They followed them at each visit and were disgusted, when they once heard the boy called his nanny Mommy and spoke a mix of Spanish and English. The parents of the little one didn't spend too much time with him and he didn't learn proper English. It was a shame!

One day Samantha and Stephanie arrived later. The nanny and little Sol were already there. Sam and Stevie had overheard the nanny call the boy by this name. Sol was playing in the sand box, while nanny was reading a book - trash as the two ladies assumed. Suddenly a blond man approached the nanny from behind and put his hands on her shoulders, kissing her throat. Sol had seen, who had arrived and came running, shouting: "Daddy! Daddy!" The resemblance couldn't have been stronger. Sol looked exactly like his dad. The blond man stepped away from the bench, knelt down and opened his arms wide to catch the little boy and give him a kiss.
Stevie and Sam had to revise their assumption, because the man and the "nanny" kissed each other and left holding hands together with Sol. It seemed the lady was really Sol's mother.

©2013

Follow the Pack Leader!

Here is another adventure with Reggie and Kiki. Hope you have fun. :)

Kiki was excited. Her master Reggie had picked up her leash. She knew they were going out. She hoped they were going to play a lot. Reggie and Kiki were soon out walking in the sunshine. The Yorkshire Terrier sniffed on the ground, tail wagging, being in her element. She was disappointed, when Reggie tied the leash at a lamp post in front of a shop. Kiki didn't want to be separated and would have preferred a longer walk. She made her dissatisfaction known by barking. "Stay! Be a good dog. It won't be long." Reggie told Kiki. She didn't stop barking and pulled on her leash, nearly strangling herself in the process. Reggie was unmoved and went into the shop. Kiki didn't give up and pulled and pulled... Until finally she managed to get the leash disentangled from the post. Reggie hadn't knotted it tight enough. Of course Kiki went looking for Reggie. The shop was larger than she thought, but she had no problems following his trail. Kiki ignored the people staring at her in disbelieve. A child indicated with his finger the dog. When most of the supermarket's customer recovered from their surprise, they were amused. Suddenly the smell of Turkish Delight stopped Kiki in her tracks. She loved Turkish Delight and chicken and ketchup. Kiki barked happily and went to the shelves, where the Turkish Delights were kept. Kiki's nose was very close to the packaging. Her tail was swishing and caught a lady passing by. The lady shrieked, because she feared dogs, startling other customers.
Security had noticed the dog too and dispatched a guard.
Kiki lost interest in the sweets and wanted to check out where Reggie was.
Security was approaching her. Kiki enjoyed being chased, so when she noticed a stranger was interested in playing catch, she took off. It was soo much fun!
Reggie was at the deli counter and thought he didn't see right, when Kiki whooshed passed him with high speed, a security guard hard on her heels. He swore under his breath: "Damn bitch!" The female customer waiting behind him thought he meant her and was outraged. "Hey, Mister! How dare you call me a bitch!" Reggie was bewildered for a moment. "I beg your pardon, Madam. I never meant you. It's that little... Dog!" "What dog?" It was the woman's turn to be astonished. She had been focused on her mobile phone, when Kiki passed. She tensed, when Reggie suddenly shouted: "Kiki!" Kiki made a u-turn, when she heard her master's voice, nearly crashing into the security guard. She was happy she had finally found Reggie. To her dismay he wasn't pleased and called her a bad dog. Kiki didn't understand why.
Reggie apologized profusely to the breathless security guard, who had arrived by now, and promised it wouldn't happen again. The apology was accepted, but Reggie was sharply reminded that dogs weren't allowed for hygiene and security reasons - imagine the dog would have bitten someone or damaged the property.
Reggie and Kiki left. Her master's mood wasn't the best. He barked at one of the onlookers: "Have you never seen a dog?!"
Reggie took Kiki home. Being a bit embarrassed, Reggie didn't want to return to the supermarket he had just been at, so he left Kiki at home and went to one that was a bit further away. Reggie avoided the shop for a while. On future shopping trips Reggie insured the leash was secured safely at one of the lamp posts and Kiki couldn't escape.

©2013