One of the things I did with my boys on a daily basis was to ensure that they constantly maintain a high level of cleanliness and personal hygiene. Thus each morning the boys would wake up at 6:50 on a school day and go for a 4 mile run. Upon return they would wash up and go and clean their room making sure that it was ready for inspection. They would also present themselves for a personal hygiene inspection. I ran the household like a military camp. Each boy was responsible for his room. Each display of lack of hygiene or lack of cleanliness was rewarded with one stroke of the cane on the boys bare buttocks. The boys got caned quite often in this matter and hardly a week would go buy without the boys getting caned a few times for such minor misdeeds. This day the boys came home and quickly washed up. I informed them that I was going to inspect their rooms at 8:00 am before they could come down for breakfast. As I entered Marks room he was standing next to his bed wearing nothing but underwear as that was the procedure. His hands were stretched out and he awaited his inspection. I looked around the room. The boys knew I was very picky about details. I noticed a little bit of dust on Marks cupboard were he kept his books. Then I noticed a crumb of bread on the floor that he overlooked. Finally there was a slight wrinkle on his bed cover. I came over to Mark to inspect his level of hygiene. I looked at his hands and body to make sure that he washed himself properly. I then looked at his finger nails and toenails to make sure they were properly cleaned and cut. Everything was to my satisfaction.
"Mark, your bed cover has not been done properly and you missed a crumb of bread on the floor not to mention the dust on your cupboard. Your personal hygiene is fine. You will come to my study today at 21:00 and receive 3 strokes of the cane. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir"
"Very good boy. Once you change into your school uniform, you may go down and have breakfast."
"Yes sir. Thank you sir."
I then entered Paul's room and inspected it. Everything was fine except for the fact that he had dirt under 3 of his toe nails. I always considered this a sign of tardiness and the boys knew I did not tolerate it.
"Paul I will not tolerate this. I expect you to maintain an appropriate level of hygiene in this house. You will report to my study today along with Mark, to receive 3 strokes of the cane"
"Yes sir"
The day went by pretty quickly and as I got home Paul was waiting for me in the living room.
"Dad, I have something to tell you"
"Yes what is it?"
"I have received a detention today for repeatedly not doing my homework. In addition my teacher gave me 3 strokes of the cane for the offense. I'm sorry dad"
He saw my face grow red from anger especially considering that the school did not inform me of the caning
"Why haven't you done your homework"
'I thought I would have enough time to do it yesterday but I was wrong"
'You know very well that is inexcusable behavior. Homework is an important part of your school life. It teaches you proper time management and instills responsibility for producing a certain level of work in terms of quality. I am very disappointed in you boy."
He began to cry
"I'm sorry dad. It won't happen again'
'I hope so for your sake. Unfortunately its too late for you now in terms of this offense. The offense has been committed and the punishment must be severe. Would't you agree?"
"Yes sir"
"Very well then. First we must deal with the fact that you were caned in school. As you know any punishment received in school will be repeated here. Thus you are already getting 3 strokes of the cane. Furthermore you got a detention. That merits 8 of the very best. That makes 11 strokes. Now you must also receive the 3 strokes for dirty toe nails. That makes a total of 14 strokes of the cane on your bare buttocks. It seems you are in for quite a severe whipping today my boy."
Paul was crying quite heavily now.
"Save the tears boy. There will be time for them later. Go up top your room and get ready for your thrashing. I will meet you and your brother at 21:00 in my study"
The boy went upstairs as I went into my study and took out the cane. This was going to be quite a whipping. In put the cane down on my desk and awaited the boys arrival. At exactly 20:59 they knocked on my door and came into my room. Both of them were naked standing in the middle of the study fearing the pain that they would experience next. This was especially true in Paul's case. Even though the boys knew what a whipping felt like they could not hide the fright in their eyes when they saw the cane on my desk. A good caning is not something that one can get use to no matter how often the experience actually happens. The pain is just too severe. I picked up the cane and walked towards Mark.
"Mark your brother is getting a severe caning today due to his laziness and tardiness. Let that be a lesson to you as well that such behavior will not be tolerated. You will go first and Paul I suggest you take a good look at what is happening as you will be next and your whipping will be far far worse. Now Mark kiss the cane."
Mark kissed the dreadful instrument of pain as a sign of respect.
"Assume the punishment position."
In his case since he was only getting 3 that meant bending down and touching his toes.
"Mark you are to keep your knees straight at all times. Make sure that your hands are always touching your toes during the whipping. You are to count each stroke out loud. If you miscount, wait too long to count, count in an improper fashion or do not maintain the proper punishment position, then an extra 2 strokes will follow for each mistake in addition to you repeating the last stroke. Is that clear boy?"
"Yes sir"
I took up my position behind him and began gently tapping the tip of the cane against the boys buttocks. I took aim and then drew the cane back high and sharply brought it down.
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"Thank you for the first stroke sir. Please sir. May I have the second stroke sir"
The cane made contact with the boys lower end of the buttocks. A white line appeared which quickly faded inot a throbbing red welt.
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The second stroke bit the boy just on the upper end of his thighs.
"Thank you for the second stroke sir. Please sir. May I have the third stroke sir"
The third cut bit the boy just above the first one on the lower end of the buttocks and another throbbing red welt appeared.
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"Thank you for the third stroke sir."
'You may stand up and go stand in the corner. I want you to observe your brothers whipping and learn from it boy"
Mark went and stood by the corner with his hands on his head not even thinking about touching his buttocks knowing that this meant that further strokes would ensue.
"Now Paul, it is your turn. The dreadful moment you were hoping would not occur I'm sure. Now Paul kiss the cane."
Paul kissed the cane.
"Assume the punishment position"
Paul bent over my desk with his hands grasping both ends of the furniture. I reminded him of the rules in order to heighten his anticipation of the brutal whipping which would occur next.
"Paul you are to count each stroke out loud. If you miscount, wait too long to count, count in an improper fashion or do not maintain the proper punishment position, then an extra 2 strokes will follow for each mistake in addition to you repeating the last stroke. Is that clear boy?"
"Yes sir"
I came behind the boy gently tapping the buttocks I took aim and with a one swift motion brought the instrument down.
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"Thank you for the first stroke sir. Please sir. May I have the second stroke sir"
The cane made contact with the boys lower part of the buttocks. The next three were aimed just towards the same parts of his buttocks. As the cane bit into the boys flesh over and over again, he was beginning to cry uncontrollably. By number 9 he blurted out the required response.
"Thank you for the ninth stroke sir. Aaaah Please sir. May I have the tenth stroke sir?"
His count was barely heard by me due to the tears and thus it was time to hurt the boy even more.
'I'm sorry boy but I expect you to count in an orderly fashion. That means clearly and loudly. It seems you need reminding of that and thus you shall repeat that last stroke and I am adding another two to the sentence."
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"Thank you for the ninth stroke sir. Please sir. May I have the tenth stroke sir"
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"Thank you for the tenth stroke sir. Please sir. May I have the eleventh stroke sir?"
"Does that hurt boy?"
"Oh yes sir. It hurts so much"
Of course it did. Silly questions like that were simply meant to rub the pain in even more.
"Good. That is the whole point. Unfortunately the pain is only going to get worse as I intend to prolong your agony as much as possible. That is the only way this punishment will teach you the kind of behavior that is acceptable in this household"
The lashes kept coming without any mercy. As the 13th stroke now struck the boys thighs a thin line of blood appeared and the boy was unable to hold his position grabbing his buttocks with both hands. Realizing what he had done he returned them back to the required position and tearfully said
"Oh god no. I'm sorry sir but it hurts so much. Please sir no more. Pleeaaase"
'I'm sorry but you have only yourself to blame. Let this be a lesson to you boy. Now you will repeat the last stroke. Oh yes and two extra of course which will be delivered extra hard."
Each of the next strokes drew blood and by the end of the whipping the boys buttocks were cut up pretty badly but he maintained the proper position and count. As the whipping was concluded he slowly rose up. and I said
"Let that be a lesson to the both of you. I will not hesitate to cane you boys at any time for even the slightest offenses. In fact I try to make sure that you are caned as often as possible. A little bit of blood loss will certainly do the both of you good in case you are in need of a severe whipping. Keep that in mind the next time either one of you wishes to engage in any silly activities like not doing your homework."
Both of them replied
"Yes sir"
They left the room with Paul being very uncomfortable.