Oskar's Discipline - Part 2


by Juan Santiago <Paliza3000@yahoo.com>

When they arrived at the Wolf residence, Werner got out of the car while Oskar waited obediently to be released from the seat belt. Then he scrambled out after receiving another resounding slap on the backside when he didnt move fast enough for his uncle.

Get inside, boy, and get to work. Ill look at that essay around noon and youd better hand in perfect work this time. Im losing patience with your dimwittedness. Another good smack on the tight seat of the boys shorts and the boy stalked off. Werner followed leisurely eyeing the boy ahead of him. The thin white shorts clung to the chubby little bottom he intended to punish later in the afternoon. He took in the welts on the tanned thighs. Yes, they fit well below the white material.

Oskar went inside the house and was greeted by his aunt.

Well, Oskar, did you have a nice visit with your mother?

Yes, Aunt Irene, the boy replied.

Is she well?

She seemed tired, Oskar said. Please excuse me, Aunt Irene, nut I have to go upstairs and work on my essay.

Of course, my boy. Just be sure to be in the kitchen for lunch by noon. I hope this time you will perform better than yesterday. I understand your uncle had to punish you again for slacking.

Yes, Aunt Irene, the boy said.

Well, run along then.

Oskar spent the next 2 hours bent over the small school desk his uncle had borrowed from the school he had once worked with. It had a hard wooden seat which caused the boy great discomfort.

At lunch the entire family gathered in the dining room. Marie Wolf, a tall, dark-haired girl of 16 and little Bruno, aged 9 joined their parents. Both eyed Oskar surreptitiously during the meal, taking in the boys uncomfortable shifting on his hard chair.

Well, is your essay finished? Werner asked, helping himself to more salad.

Y-yes, sir, the boy replied. I - I think so. His voice quivered slightly.

I would certainly hope so, Irene said.

Marie laughed. Or hell get another good spanking? she said. She wore a blue blouse and skirt, her hair tied in a pony tail. Like yesterday?

Little Bruno listened but didnt laugh. He had listened yesterday as Oskar was being punished. His room was adjacent to that of Oskars and he could hear clearly as the cane landed on bare flesh. It wasnt difficult to hear the boys anguished cries after each stroke. Bruno himself had had the cane on all too frequent occasions and knew the agony it imparted. He was sorry for Oskar who seemed to get a daily whipping since he had arrived at their house. But he was glad it was Oskar and not him. Bruno was dressed in faun corduroy shorts and a brown shirt. His shorts, while ending more than 6 inches above the knee, were not as brief as oskars. He resembled his older sister with the same dark hair and delicate features. He was a very well behaved little boy which bespoke stern home discipline.

No, not like yesterday, Werner said sharply. He is perfecting the same essay he didnt finish yesterday. If Im still not satisfied, Im afraid young Oskar here is going to be punished more severely. He looked at Oskar who squirmed and blushed.

Well, if we are finished, Werner finally said as he stood, lets get on with it. Come along upstairs, Oskar, and show me what you have accomplished.

They all rose and Werner and the children left the room while Helen helped Irene clear the table. Oskar went first followed by Werner who kept prodding the boy with slaps on the boys bottom. Marie and Bruno followed. The children went into their rooms as Oskar was propelled into his by a sharp push.

Stand here by my side while I read your masterpiece, Werner said sarcastically. And hand me the red pencil so I can correct any mistakes. Of course, I dont expect to find any after this second try. Dont you agree, boy?

Oskar squirmed and fumbled with the hems of his shorts. Y-yes, sir, he said. He stood close to his uncle who now sat on a chair and took up the sheets of paper holding the boys efforts of the morning. The red pencil was not spared. There were lines, crosses, slashes, brief words and marks, and soon each page was marred with red. As he marked the pages, Werner mumbled and grumbled. Finally he put down the papers on the desk and turned to the waiting boy. Oskars face was drawn with anxiety. He knew what to expect.

You stupid little boy. Whats this nonsense? This is not an improvement. This is worse than what you managed yesterday! Didnt the cane teach you anything? Or are you just being obstinate? Believe me, boy, Im used to obstinate boys. I know exactly what they need. Now I suggest you lower your shorts to your knees and go downstairs and fetch the tawse and the cane. Well have to use them both this time. Perhaps that will help persuade you to put your back into your studies instead of this foolishness. Hurry up, boy.

Oskar quickly undid the waistband of his shorts, pulled down the zip and pushed the shorts down his thighs towards the knees. He was bare underneath. Holding them there, slightly bent forward, he shuffled down the hall, down the stairs and into his uncles study where the punishment implements were stored.

He retrieved the required cane and tawse which he held with one hand while holding up his shorts with the other and stumbled back upstairs where his uncle was waiting impatiently.

As he handed him the tawse, the cane dropped to the floor. When Oskar bent to pick it up, he lost his grip on his shorts which now fell as well.

Clumsy boy, Werner snapped, watching the unhappy boy trying to pick up the cane and his shorts, not managing either in his nervousness. Just leave the cane and the shorts where they are, Werner continued, taking the tawse in a good grip. It was a formidable weapon, 2 inches wide, 3 8 inch thick and about 3 feet long. The two tails were even thicker at the end to ensure proper impact where it counts. Werner slapped it idly against his palm .

Bend over, he said curtly.

Oskar stood with his shorts around his ankles, the cane near his feet and bent, grasping his ankles.

Knees straight, Werner ordered as he calmly pushed the boys shirt up to the shoulders. Then he raised the tawse, held it there for a moment and lashed it vigorously low down across the boys naked buttocks.

Next door, little Bruno heard the sharp crack as the leather landed. There was a brief silence followed immediately by a high-pitched whine. Bruno sat on his bed stroking his bare thighs with nervous gestures as he listened. Loud crack after loud crack, each time followed by an ever more intense cry of pain continued for a very long time. Bruno didnt count but he himself had never had quite that many he was certain.

At last it stopped and Bruno gave a sigh of relief.

Oskar was even more relieved, waiting for the order to stand and pull up his shorts. Instead, he heard Werner say,

Go and stand in the corner. Leave your shorts where they are. Ill be back in 30 minutes to finish you off. This time it will be the cane.

Marie, although two rooms away, also had listened to the noise of Oskars whipping. Of course she was used to seeing and hearing her brother as he was thrashed, but this last whipping was so much more severe. What would Oskars bottom look like after this beating, she wondered. She decided to go and find out.

Marie quietly went to Oskar room and opened the door. As she entered, she immediate saw the boy in the corner. She gave a little gasp. Oskar was bare from the shoulders down to his ankle socks, the shirt still being rolled up his back, the shorts around his feet. But his bottom!

Marie slowly approached the boy who wasnt happy with a visitor but didnt dare turn around. He only realised who it was after Marie started talking.

Gosh, that was quite a beating, wasnt it? she asked rhetorically. She came closer and looked at the boys deep red bottom, the lower portions of which were already turning purple. Those are some bruises, she exclaimed with enthusiasm. I guess Father didnt like that essay of yours. She giggled.

Go away, Oskar croaked, sweating with shame. He pressed himself closer to the wall. Please leave me alone.

Why? Ive seen Bruno get it hundreds of times. Its nothing new to me seeing bare little boys getting their behinds properly smacked. Youre just a bit older and taller, thats all. I think Ill stay a while longer and keep you company. She laughed again.

Exactly 30 minutes later Werner returned. He was surprised to see Marie, seated on the boys bed, ogling the boys bottom.

Marie, this boy is now getting the cane. You may want to leave, he said.

Oh, Dad, let me watch? I want to see how much Oskar is getting compared to Brunos spankings. Can I?

Very well, but stay over there so you dont get in the way. Oskar, come here.

Slowly the boy unglued himself from the wall and turned. His face turned a darker red as he saw Marie looking down at his nakedness. He stood by his uncle.

Pick up the cane and hand it to me, Werner ordered, and Oskar was now being further humiliated by presenting Marie with gaping buttocks as he bent to retrieve the cane. He handed the cane to his uncle.

Take that chair and bend over the back. Hold on to the front legs. Now! he added sharply as the boy hesitated. When the boy was in the required position, his streaked, red buttocks once more displayed for punishment, Werner raised the cane while Marie sat on the bed, waiting for the punishment to continue.


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