Werner measured carefully and, with great precision, brought the cane slashing down into the crease between buttock and thigh. It was spot already quite tender from previous ministrations and the sharp impact was so great that Oskar, not yet properly disciplined in self-control, rose halfway from his position and grasped his flaming left buttock, all the time shrieking like a stuck pig.
Get down immediately, boy! Werner spat, smacking the cane sharply against the boys thigh. Down!
With another small cry and a moan of pain, the boy slowly obeyed, bending back over the chair, his hands on the front of the seat.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! This is for moving during punishment, announced Werner calmly. I hope this will teach you obedience in the future.
But the next 3 strokes were so hard, the boy once more tried to cover his smarting backside with his hand.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! We will continue until you learn to obey, boy, Werner said.
And the caning proceeded, slowly, inexorably, marking the red buttocks with dark lines. Oskar must have received at least a dozen strokes when he bleated in agony and clutched his behind.
This just wont do, Oskar, Werner said, now growing impatient. Marie, would you please stand on the other side and hold the boy down? It seems he wont stay in position otherwise.
Marie rose from the bed and followed her fathers instructions. Bending over the boy, she placed both hands on the boys shoulders and pressed down. Oskar felt the girls hands on his bare back and thought he would die with embarrassment. To have the girl witness his disgrace was bad enough, but to have her helping her father in his, Oskars, punishment, was almost unbearable. He started to cry again, but this time more of shame than with the pain. However, tears from pain would quickly follow as the cane was brought back into action.
Werner had no sympathy for this arrogant, willful little boy, and was determined to return the boy to his mother as a well-disciplined, well-mannered and polite son. He caned the boy as hard as he could lay on the cane .
Soon Oskar was blubbering uncontrollably. Never had he imagined that such pain existed. The skin, still burning fiercely from the tawse, was now subjected to the merciless cane which fell, again and again, on the most sensitive lower buttocks and upper thighs until he was screaming.
Marie had trouble keeping the boy down when the cane caught the boy between the buttocks and she had to apply all her weight as she leaned over the boys shoulders. Once or twice she put one hand on his neck and pressed his head down to the chair seat as the boy fought to stand or move his hands. Marie was too strong for him and he was forced to stay in the punishment position throughout the remainder of the whipping. The boy was sobbing and crying, louder and louder, as the strokes cut into him.
Oh, please, sir, he begged over and over, please no more! Ill be good! Ill obey! Please, sir. Please!
The noise did not distract Werner from doing a most thorough job and when he finally lowered the cane, he was perspiring with the effort.
Father and daughter surveyed the canes effect on the boys chubby, rubbery little buttocks. The weals were starting to come up and the colour was deepening.
I hope you will remember your lesson for tomorrow, Werner said, tapping the red-hot bottom with the tip of the cane. I trust your essay will be greatly improved.
The boy sobbed.
That was quite a caning, Dad, Marie said, extending her hand and moving it across the boys swelling bottom. How many did you give him?
I dont know. When a boy is as stubborn as this one, I punish him until I see a change in his attitude. Oskar, look at me.
The boy stood and turned towards his uncle. Tears were still flowing, his eyes red, lids swollen, lips trembling. Werner smiled.
Yes, here you see a contrite little boy. Why contrite? Because hes had his naughty backside soundly thrashed. Youve seen Bruno punished, Marie, and you may have noticed that the more severe the whipping, the faster they show their regret. Tomorrow it will be Brunos turn. His mother tells me he made some mischief at school last week at school which he failed to report. A good thing the teacher called your mother ad told her that Bruno had to be caned.
Oskar, standing naked from waist to ankles, listened with flaming ears. He wanted to pull his shorts back up and disappear. But he was not allowed to indulge this privilege.
Get into your corner, boy, Werner ordered gruffly. You will stay there for one hour. My wife will come to give you permission. Come along, now, Marie. Lets leave this little scamp to think about the essay he will write for me tomorrow.
They left the crying boy in the corner and left the room, closing the door behind them.
Bruno sat quivering on his bed. He had heard the entire process and had shivered with sympathy as he listened to Oskars caning. His bottom had twitched at each stroke and after a while, Oskars screams had brought tears to his own eyes. He remembered the many whippings he had received at his fathers and mothers hands and he felt each cut as if on his own flesh. But when he heard his fathers announcement about the school incident, his stomach twisted painfully. He felt nauseous with fear. He should have told his parents about the caning he got at school. He knew that was one of the strictest rules of the house. But he was too sore to invite further punishment and he had hoped they wouldnt find out. Of course he had been mistaken and now he was sorry.
Bruno still sat crying on his bed an hour later when he heard his mother come upstairs and enter Oskars room. He heard them emerge and then his door was opened. He saw his mother, firmly gripping Oskars ear, beckoning to him.
Come downstairs, Bruno, she said shortly. You two are going to work outside. Time to get some exercise. She took hold of Brunos ear with her other hand and propelled both youngsters down the stairs and out the front door.
Im keeping an eye on you, she called after them, so you better work hard. You know the routine. Get going and dont stop until I come out and get you.
Oskar, bleary-eyed, hot and still tingling from the recent beating, waited until Bruno showed him again, the precise order in which the exercises were to be performed. But Brunos mind was on other things. He thought of tomorrow when his father would order him across the chair, shorts around his ankles, and administer the promised whipping. How many? How hard? The little boy worried until he heard his mother calling them back indoors. It was time for chores and then home work.
The next day it was Oskars turn to witness the smaller boys punishment. Not for the first time. He had witnessed or at least overheard many punishments over the last week and he knew what awaited Bruno. He saw the worried look on the round little face and empathised. His own bottom was still sore and tender, thick welts still prominent on his lower buttocks He felt sorry for Bruno.
It was early afternoon when Irene called both boys into the drawing room. To their dismay, they saw an elderly couple sitting comfortably on the sofa. They smiled as the two youngsters, dressed in shorts and sport shirts, squirmed into the room, timid and anxious.
This is our son, Bruno, and the taller is Oskar, my nephew. Boys, say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Scharff.
The boys reluctantly approached each guest and shook hands.
Smart looking boys, Mrs. Scharff said as she stroked Oskars left thigh. And have you been a good boy? she asked.
Hes had a good caning yesterday, Irene explained. So not that good, Im afraid.
Oskar flushed a deep red as the woman kept stroking his leg as she gazed intently into his eyes. Yes, boys need discipline, she said. Its very important not to let them do whatever they want. Keep a tight rein on them, I always say.
And Bruno, Irene continued, will have to be disciplined now because not only did he misbehave in school, but also failed to report this to me as is the rule. Werner had an appointment, so he has asked me to give the child a good spanking.
Hello, Bruno, the woman now addressed the younger boy. She held his hand with her right and explored the seat of his shorts with the other. So you are to be spanked, eh? Why not do it right now? Im anxious to see how boys are disciplined these days. Ive seen too many who arent disciplined at all.
Thats a good idea, Irene said. Oskar, you stand close to Mrs. Scharff but dont obstruct her view. You, Bruno, come here.
Bruno flushed but stepped up to his mother. Get across my lap, my boy.
When the small boy was in the required position, his shorts tight across his round bottom, Irene began to spank. The visitors watched with amusement as the little boy started to struggle, then writhe and moan, then finally cry out. Irene stopped.
Stand up, Bruno, she said, lifting the boy off her knees. Now take your shorts down.
When that had been complied with, Irene took the boy back across her lap and continued the spanking until the boys bottom was a rich, deep tomato red. Bruno was howling by the time he was put back on his feet.
Now bring me the cane, Irene instructed the weeping boy. Bruno was about to plead, then looked at the visitors and decided to obey. He shuffled out the door, his shorts around his ankles, and returned several minutes the same way, holding the dreaded cane.
Irene stood up and took the cane from the boys small hand.
Touch your toes, she said. Oskar watched as the very red little buttocks were stretched tight as the boy bent over.
The boy will receive 4 strokes, Irene announced calmly. For the mischief at school, and another 6 strokes for not reporting it to us.
She knew how to handle a cane and soon the boy brought out anguished cries. But he never changed his position and Oskar realised how well trained the boy was. Irene whipped hard, maybe not quite as hard as Werner, but the weals across Brunos small cheeks were impressive. And when the 10th stroke had been delivered, and Bruno allowed to straighten and resume his shorts, all present were satisfied that the boy had been truly and soundly punished. Both boys were required to remain in the room until the guest left. Then they were sent to their rooms, Oskar to work on his essay (which ahd to be delayed to the next day, to Oskars relief) and Bruno to soothe his burning behind.