The Shabby Room


by Boy Teller

The 12 year old boy stood facing his father in the shabby living room of the house they shared. The only furniture was a small table, at which they ate, surrounded by 4 hard backed chairs. The walls were bare and paint was peeling from them in places. The boy and his father were poor people. The boy had incurred his father's displeasure by returning late in from play. It being summer he was wearing nothing on the upper half of his body and his lower half was covered by light blue jeans.

"You were late, have you an explanation?" Demanded his father. The boy timidly shook his head. "You know the consequences, don't you?" he went on. This time the boy nodded, avoiding his father's steely gaze. The boy didn't know it but father enjoyed these little pre-punishment lectures. He enjoyed watching his son shaking and sniffling in front of him, anticipating the whipping which inevitably followed. Father continued "How many times have I told you not to come home late?" and the boy sniffed that it was many times. Finally father coldly to his son "Very well, prepare for your discipline".

The boy knew the procedure his father expected him to follow. After all he had been in this situation many times before. Still facing his father he took off his jeans, folded them and hung them over the back of one of the chairs. Then he removed his dark blue briefs and placed them with his jeans. He was not wearing socks and was therefore completely naked. Father gazed at his son's nudity, noticing that the first signs of adolescence were beginning to show.

Without speaking the boy went to one of the hard backed chairs at the table and brought it into the centre of the room. Then he turned and walked out of the room to a small cupboard under the stairs. He opened the little door, switched on the light inside the cupboard and located his father's whip. It was the type of whip favoured by horse riders and the boy was very familiar with it's vicious sting. He switched off the light, closed the door and carried the whip into the living room and handed it to his father. Still in total silence he faced the man. The boy knew this was the time his father announced the severity of the punishment, the sentence as he called it.

"You were ordered to be home at 5 p. m. and you did not arrive home until 25 minutes to six. That is 35 minutes late. Tell me the number of lashes you can therefore expect."

The boy looked up at his father, tears starting to roll down his cheeks. "O-0ne l-lash for each m-m-minute dad" he blubbered. The man was thoroughly enjoying his son's discomfort. He decided to prolong the preamble and ordered his son to go and use the lavatory. When the boy was about 9 there had been an"accident" during a whipping, the boy having been unable to prevent himself peeing onto the floor. Prior to every punishment since then the boy had been ordered to visit the lavatory first.

The man heard the toilet flush and the boy came back into the room. The man simply gestured with the whip towards the chair the boy had placed in the middle of the room indicating he was ready to begin the thrashing. The boy stood behind the chair and leaned over the back of it holding onto the front legs He gripped the legs firmly because he knew he had to stay in position until ordered to get up. If he got up, or put his hands over his bottom during the whipping his father added strokes.

Father moved behind his son and administered the first searing lash. The boy called out "One" through the pain. He was expected to count the strokes, failure to obey meant the "non counted" stroke did not count as part of his ordeal and so another was added. Father waited approximately 10 seconds before delivering the next. By waiting this long between lashes the man was able to prolong his enjoyment of the experience.

Stroke followed stroke, each one being accompanied by a more pitiful scream and tearful counting by the boy. As the punishment progressed the interval between strokes increased, in some cases to almost a minute, to allow the blubbering to subside slightly. Consequently the punishment session lasted about 10 minutes.

Finally the boy had blurted out T-T-Thir-Thirt-Thirty-F-F-F-Fi-Fi-Five" . He knew however not to rise from his position until father ordered him to. Father placed the whip on the seat of the chair over which his son was still bending. He told the boy to get up. The boy knew what was expected of him. He picked up the whip and replaced it in the cupboard. He then returned to the room and put the chair back at the table. He then took his jeans and underpants from the chair where he had left them and put them in his room. He made no attempt to clothe himself because it was father's strict rule that after a whipping he had to remain naked for the rest of the day.


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