9 year old Anthony had invited some friends round to his house to play. It was the summer holidays and he had the house to himself because his dad was at work and his mum had gone to visit her sister for a few days. Anthony's parents were strict and did not allow him to invite his friends round because of the noise they made. But Anthony knew his dad wouldn't be home until after half past 5 and so he and 3 of his chums from school were playing in Anthony's bedroom. Unknown to Anthony his dad had to pay the gas bill in his lunch break and had forgotten the bill when he went to work. Anthony's heart froze when he heard his dad unlock the door.
The 9 year old didn't have time to tell his friends to be quiet, in the hope his dad wouldn't notice they were there, and his dad heard the sound of boys' voices as soon as he entered. He strode purposefully up the stairs and burst into his son's room. "What is going on here, boy? You know you aren't allowed to have your friends up here in your bedroom." Anthony was terrified. He mumbled he was sorry. Dad was having none of it though. "You know the consequences of misbehaviour so now I think we'll have to show your friends what happens to naughty little boys won't we Anthony?" Anthony was mortified. Surely dad wouldn't beat him in front of his friends. Dad however had other ideas. "You know the rules boy, get ready for your punishment".
"Please don't punish me with my friends here dad, please, oh please, dad" wailed the little lad. Dad however was unmoved.
"Get ready, NOW! Or you'll regret it even more than you are going to " Dad yelled.
While this was going on Anthony's friends were staring goggle eyed at the scenario. Anthony gave his dad another plaintive little plea but dad had simply ordered his son to "prepare". With his friends watching open mouthed Anthony first took off his cotton t shirt, folded it and place it on the bed. Then he sat on the bed and removed his white ankle socks which he placed with the shirt. At this point he glanced pleadingly at his dad but the big man was unmoved. Anthony got up from the bed and tearfully removed his small blue shorts, again placing them on the bed. He was now standing clad only in a tiny white slip which he next took off so that he was standing totally naked. Without a word he went over to his little desk in the corner of the room and pulled the hard back chair, at which he sat to do his homework, into the middle of the room. He was sobbing now. He then left the room and padded downstairs, opened the door of the cupboard under the stairs and located his father's bamboo cane with curved handle. He grasped it in his hand and made his way back to his room entering and handing the instrument of his correction to his dad. Still without speaking he went behind the chair he had placed mid room and bent over it, arms outstretched grasping it's front legs. His friends were now shuffling uneasily at what they were seeing. They were punished at home but never as publicly and humiliatingly as this.
Dad walked behind his son and surveyed his upraised bottom. He had decided on the severity of the punishment and he would now announce it to Anthony. "I will not have you disobeying my instructions Anthony". He then turned to his son's friends. "Has Anthony invited you here before?" he asked.
Small boys cannot tell lies and the nervous glances between Anthony's friends gave him his answer. "How many times have your friends been here against my orders Anthony?" the man demanded to know. The boy, still bent over his chair, replied that it was about 3 or 4. "Very well" dad said "Let's say 4, plus today is 5. That is 5 times you have disobeyed me. You will get 6 strokes for each piece of disobedience. That is 30 strokes altogether. You will get 10 now, 10 tomorrow night when I return from work and 10 the day after that. I shall expect you naked and bent over this chair when I come in from work and I expect the cane to be placed on your bed for my use. Is that clear?" Anthony sniffled that it was and he braced himself for the first stroke.
Dad then, without further warning, whipped the thin bamboo cane across his son's backside, bringing forth a squeal of pain. Each subsequent stroke resulted in increasingly loud wails and cries from the boy. Tears were streaming down his face which was a picture of agony. Finally the man had delivered the full ten. He then told his son to get up, grasped him by the arm and led him downstairs, still naked. He told Anthony's friends to follow. He opened the cupboard under the stairs, replaced the cane, and told Anthony to get in the cupboard. He then closed the door and locked it. Anthony knew he would be let out when his dad returned from work that night but he hated this cupboard. He started to sob to himself in the darkness of his little prison. Dad told his friends to leave, then he picked up the gas bill he had come home for and left the house.