Christmas Caning

Author: Millard

Josh was excited to be on an airplane, even if it was
his 13th birthday, and Christmas eve.  He was on his
way to visit his dad in Singapore, for the holiday. 
His parents were divorced 5 years ago, and this will be
the first time that his mom has allowed him to fly
overseas to spend time with his father, who worked in
the Orient for the last 3 years.
Josh was met at the airport by his dad.  It was really
nice to see him.  The traffic in Singapore was really
terrible, much worse than back in Los Angeles.  Dad
said that it was normal, and that you soon get used to
it.  Even though it was Christmas eve, business would
go on even on Christmas day, as most of Singapore's
residents were not Christians.
Dad took Josh to a plush restaurant for a birthday
supper, and then took him to his apartment.  He told
Josh to make himself at home, as he had to go to a
business meeting.  He hoped that it would not take a
long time.  Josh amused himself with his father's DVD
television, and even caught a small nap while awaiting
his father's return.  At about 10 pm, dad called to say
that he was really involved in his meeting, and would
not be home that night.  He offered to find some sort
of sitter for Josh, who indignantly told him that he
was now a teenager, and did not need a babysitter. He
promised to lock the doors and said he would see his
dad in the morning.
Looking out at the lights of the city, Josh just
couldn't stay cooped up.  He took the door key, and
went out into the city, carefully checking the street
names as he went along.  He found a large store that
was open, and went in for some birthday shopping.  He
found a neat watch, purchased it, and put it on his
wrist. He was waiting for the eleator in the store when
a group of larger boys formed around him.  As the
elevator door opened, they pushed him inside, and
ripped his new watch from his wrist, and knocked him
down.  They then threw a jar full of liquid on him just
as the elevator door opened on the second floor, then
pushed the button for the ground floor.  An alarm went
off in the elevator, and Josh was able to stand up as
the doors opened.  Two policemen in white belts and tan
uniforms rushed into the elevator, and pulled him out. 
He thanked them for their promptness, and tried to tell
them what had happened, but they would not listen. 
They carried him to a waiting police car, and drove him
off to police headquarters.
Josh was a bit bewildered, but was pleased that he
would finally be able to tell his story.  The police
would not listen, and instead took him to a room where
he heard words like "violation of penal code". 
Finally, he was able to find someone who spoke English
well enough for him to attempt to tell about his watch.
The policeman stopped him, and advised him that he had
been arrested for violation of Singapore penal code
231345, public urination in an elevator.  It was only
then that Josh smelled the sleeve of his shirt, and
realized what the boys had thrown on him.  Try as he
might, he could not convince the officer that that was
what happened. 
Josh was advised he could make a local phone call, but
he did not have a number for his dad.  He was then
taken to a small room, where he was made to give his
personal information, and was instructed in the details
of penal code 231345.  Violation of which resulted in a
penalty of six strokes of the cane!  He protested,
saying he was an American, had done nothing wrong etc,
but no one would listen.  He told them he was just 13,
having heard of the Michael Faye thing.  They told him
that the penal code applied to anyone over the age of
12.  He was also advised that the code required that
the puishment be administered within 4 hours of his
arrest.  As he had been arrested about 2 hours ago, he
could expect to pay for his crime within 2 hours.  He
argued, but to no avail.
He was taken (pulled) to a small cell where he was made
to strip off all of his clothes.  A medical orderly
took his blood pressure, and made him bend over while
he rubbed his hands over both cheeks of his butt.  Josh
was so scared that his little hairless 4 inch penis
popped up to its' full length.  When the guards saw it,
they said something to themselves and laughed.  Josh
was given a kind of loin cloth, which tied around his
waist, covering him in front and back with two pieces
of rough cloth.  One hour later, they came for him.
He was taken to a larger room, which held a triangle
shaped thing in the center of the room.  It was under a
spotlite.  It was not the furniture which stopped him
in his tracks, but rather the sight of a boy about his
own age (he guessed) bent over the thing, stark naked.
The boy was fastened to the frame by his hands and feet
and there was a large cloth tied around the small of his back.  His buttocks bore 4 "railroad track" red marks, each about 1 inch apart.  Sweat ran down his butt and down his legs.  Just then, a guard, standing to the boy's left side, stepped forward swinging a large cane.  The hissing sound of the cane cutting through the air ended in a shark cracking noise.  There was a scream from the boy, followed by racking sobs.  The guard stood and watched the new red line form.  Josh noted that the marks on the top were now turning blue.  He felt sick to his stomach, and shut his eyes only to hear the cane again find its' mark. 
Shivering, despite the sweat, the boy was quickly pulled from the punishment triangle as two guards
unfastened his hands and feet.
Josh watched as he was walked away by the two guards. He was barely able to walk and was sobbing and sobbing.
Then, a guard corporal stood in front of Josh and told him to remove his loincloth.  Josh froze.  No, this could not be happening.  He just stood there.  The corporal said something to the guards, who simply ripped the leather cloth off.  Josh was led to the frame.  He could see liquid at the base.  He was made to stand there, while his left leg was pulled out to the side, and fastened in a leather cuff.  Then, his right leg was fastened to the right side of the triangle.  Josh realized by the cold air on his bottom that his boy hole was now fully exposed.  One of the guards reached down and grabbed his still erect cock and his balls and pulled Josh forward.  He was so surprised that he did nothing to stop it. The guard positioned him so that his balls were over a cross board on the trestle.  Thinking back, he figured this was so that they would not be smacked.  Then, a still warm leather like harness was put over his kidney area, and fastened around his stomach. He was then f!
orced to bend over, and his arms were fastened to the front legs of the triangle.  His head and shoulders were much lower than his back, which elevated and pushed out his butt cheeks.  Josh shivered and shook.  He finally forced his eyes open, and was able to see his own upside down reflection in a mirror that was placed across from the triangle.  He saw that he was all buttock!  His legs were fastened at his thighs, and his ankles were fastened also.  He could see his butt hole,
pink and wide open, and in full view.  He was so embarrased!  Then he saw the legs of the guard step forward, heard the terrible hissing sound, and heard rather than felt the cane slash into his bottom.
Mili-seconds later, a burning pain rushed through his butt cheeks and made it to his brain.  He had never felt such pain!
Josh remembered the last time he was spanked, when he stole some money from his mother's purse.  She had taken him to the bathroom, pulled down his pants and jockey shorts, and walked her hairbrush all up and down his 10 year old bottom.  He remembered the pain from that spanking, but realized that the most pain was caused by having to lay over his mother's lap with his bare bottom on display.
Crack went the cane, and Josh screamed in agony, pulling his head up as far as he could.  Before he could even breath, Crack, Crack came the cane.  He finally realized that there was a pause, and he opened his tear swollen eyes and gazed upon the second pair of railroad track buttocks he had seen that night.  Only, there were his buttocks.  He felt that there must be blood running down his legs, but it was only sweat.
CRACK went the cane, and during his struggle to get up, Josh realized that his bladder control had left him and he had wet the board on which he lay.  Oh God!  How humiliating!  Then, CRACK the 6th stroke hit, harded and lower than the others. It hit just at the spot where his butt cheeks ended and his thighs began.  A perfect hit on the natural line there.  It was the worst yet.  He screamed. 
Soon, rough hands undid his bindings, removed his kidney protector, and stood him upright.  Josh looked over his shoulder at his butt.  It just glowed with reddish blue welts.  He felt faint.
He was taken to a room, and allowed to lie down on a couch.  There was a small jar of some sort of salve on the table next to him.  The medical orderly came in, and sat on the bed next to him.  He opened the jar, and gently rubbed Josh's butt cheeks.  First on the welts, and later all over.  His soothing hands rubbed away the pain.  Josh felt him rub deep into his butt crack, and even over and slightly into his hole.  He just didn't care, it felt good.  Soon, the anesthetic in the salve seemed to work.  Josh was allowed to get dressed, and was driven back to his dad's apartment. His dad had not
returned.
Josh took a shower, and laid down (on his stomach). He looked at the clock, and realized it was Christmas day.
He had had a Christmas caning!