A Christmas Caning


by Millard <Millard@mail.com>

Tim was a very excited little boy! Actually, he considered himself to be quite a big boy. He was on an airplane, travelling by himself, to visit his father in Singapore. His trip was a 13th birthday present from his father. Since his parents divorced when he was 8 years old, he had not spent much time with his father, who was a corporate lawyer for a large petroleum company. Tim's mother was not excited about sending him half way around the world (as she put it), but she knew that he really wanted to go. So, here he was, sitting in first class and enjoying his very first time in an airplane.

The airplane arrived in Singapore at 8 pm local time. He was greeted by his father at the gate, and joyfully drove back to his father's luxury apartment. The apartment was on the 8th floor of a modern building, and looked out over the city. Dad thought that Tim would be exhausted after his long flight, and had not planned anything for the first evening. Tim told him that he had slept very well on the plane, and was anxious to see the sights, but his dad told him that it was really best for him to get some sleep, and to get into the local time zone schedule. Since this was his actual birthday, however, his father did give him some presents to open, a new camera, film, and $100 of Singaporian money to spend on souveniers. Tim went to bed, and laid there with his window open, listening to the sounds of the city. He heard the telephone ring, and heard his father's voice. Soon, his father came into his bedroom, and told him that there had been an emergency at work, and that he was going to have to go and spend some time at the office. He said that he was going to call around to find a babysitter for Tim. Tim was shocked, and told his dad that He was actually doing babysitting at home, and he certainly didn't need a babysitter. After all, he was a teenager now. His father thought for a moment, and finally agreed. He took Tim to the front door, and showed him how to make sure the door was locked. He showed him where the key was, so that he could lock the door after he left. He said he would be back as soon as he could, but did not expect to be back before breakfast. He did have a housekeeper who would be in early in the morning, and would get Tim's breakfast for him. He asked again if Tim would be OK, and Tim assured him he would. Dad left, and Tim was alone, in a strange land, in a strange apartment. He loved it!

Staring out at the sights and lights of the city, he knew that he just HAD to go out to explore. He got dressed, and grabbed some money, and the door key. He let himself out, made certain that the door was locked, and that he had the address of the building in case he got lost. He rode the elevator down, and walked out into the noise and beauty of the city. Tim counted the blocks as he walked along, and finaly noticed that he was in a shopping area. He went into a large department store, and spent some time shopping for a souvenier for his Mom. He found an expensive pair of earrings, and bought them with the cash that his Dad had given him. He was quite proud of himself! Making his way to the store elevator, he pushed the button for what he thought was the ground floor. Instead, the door opened into the basement of the building. He immediately pushed the next button up, and the doors started to shut, when suddenly the doors were forced open, and 4 teenage boys entered the elevator. They looked at Tim, and he suddenly felt very alone, and very afraid. The spoke to him in Chinese, but he did not understand. Suddenly, one of the boys ripped the package from his hand and opened it. Tim tried to grab it back, but he was held by two of the other boys. He tried to yell for help, but they held their hands over his mouth. He bit one of their hands, and started to yell, when he was hit over the head, and passed out. As he slowly gained consiousness, he heard the elevator door open again. He vaguely saw the boys start to leave, and then noticed the youngest standing over him with his penis pulled out of his shorts. Before Tim could figure out what was happening, the boy peed all over the floor, and over Tim's shorts. Then, they pushed the button, and ran, just as Tim heard an alarm bell going off in the elevator. The elevator rose to the first floor, and Tim saw two uniformed guards there by the door, as it opened. He felt relief, and tried to tell them of the theft. They roughly picked him up, and pushed him forward through the store, to a waiting police car.

Tim felt safe in the car, even though he did not know what the officers were saying, nor where he was being taken. In a flash, they pulled into a parking garage of a large building which had a "Police" sign on it. He was taken to a room which had a table, one chair, and a large mirror on the wall. After a time, an oriental man in a suit came in, and, in perfect English, asked him his name address etc. He was writing it down on a card. Tim quickly told him what had happened to him, how he had just gotten in town, and was robbed. The man seemed to be amused. He said that Tim had a good story, but that it wasn't going to fly with him. Tim didn't understand. The man asked Tim if he had not seen the sign warning (in four languages) that it was against the law to urinate in an elevator, and that the elvator was equipped with a urine detector? Tim told him he had not noticed the sign, and the man said that that was too bad, that he would soon wish he had. Tim told him again of the robbery, and then, feeling the damp spot on the front of his shorts, told the officer about the boy peeing on him. The man laughed, lit a cigarette, and told him that he was going to call his father. Tim did not have the name, or phone number of his father's business, and, of course, no one answered the phone at the apartment.

The man came back into the room, and told Tim that he was under arrest for public urination, and that he would be punished, as is outlined in the Singapore Department of Justice code. Tim's head was spinning. He again tried to tell his story, but was cut off by the man. He was told to follow the man. He was taken back to the garage, and then driven to an evil looking building which was surrounded by barb wire. He was taken into another room, and told that he was to be given a physical examination. He was told to remove all of his clothing. The man just stood there and watched him. Shaking, Tim pulled his shirt off over his head. He then sat on the floor and untied and removed his shoes, and then his socks. He stared at the man, who simply made a gesture toward his shorts. Tim reluctantly unsnapped them, and they fell to the floor. He stepped out of them, and put them on a table. Standing only in his Underoos, with Pokemon figures on them, he looked at the man, who made the same gesture. With trembling hands, he slowly reached for the elastic waistband, and peeled them down and stepped out of them. Standing there, he realised that his little penis had taken a mind of its own, and was not standing out in all of its hairless, 3 inch glory. He was so ashamed. Just then, another man entered, listened to his chest, prodded him, poked him, and made him turn and bend over, and inspected his butt! Tim was too scared to do anything.

Crying, he begged the officer to tell him why they were doing this. The offcer sighed, and told him that he had violated the law, and was going to be punished. He was to receive 6 strokes of the cane for his acts. Tim, at first, didn't understand what was being said. He had heard something about some American kid being spanked here, but had never given it a thought. He told the officer that he as an American, and they couldn't do that to him. The man just laughed, and said that he just needed to wait a minute, and he would see exactly what they could and couldn't do.

Tim was shaking, and tears were rolling down his cheeks. He instinctively reached behind himself, and grabbed his butt cheeks. He squeezed them together, in an attempt to protect them. This caused the officer to laugh at his antics again. He was given a pair of thong slippers to wear, and a paper skirt type of thing that hung down in front and rear in narrow strips, but was open on both sides. He was instructed to use the bathroom, the officer telling him that if he should have another "accident", he would receive more strokes.

Shaking, he went into a small bathroom, and, with much difficulty, was able to force a small stream out. When he was finished, he was pulled from the room, and walked down a hallway to a very large wooden door. The officer knocked, and it swung open. Tim was brought into a very large room. It was dark, except for a floodlit aparatus in the center of the room. Tim had never seen anything like it. It was wooden, had four legs, and some sort of padded bar on it. What caught his eyes, though, and made them totally bug out was the figure tied over the apparatus, and more specifically, the fact that the person was naked. Tim saw that it was an oriental person. He was pulled closer to the wooden thing, as an arm swung out of the darkness, and smashed a large yellow cane into the butt which was now in front of him. There was a high pitched scream, and Tim noticed that there were 4 lividly red lines running horizontally over both butt cheeks. On closer examination, he was totally amazed to see that the boy's balls hung low between his legs, and were clearly visible. They swung back and forth with the cane strokes. He watched as two more strokes were given, and then saw two more guards appear out of the darkness, and quickly untie, and pull the boy up. Tim saw his face, which was covered with tears and snot which ran unstopped down his chest, and over his hairless, uncircumcised penis. The boy was wisked away.

Tim felt hands grip his sides, and the paper skirt was torn away. He was pulled to the triangle, and had his legs rudely pulled apart and fastened to the front wooden legs with leather straps. Then, he was pushed forward, over the bar, and strong hands fastened his wrists to the front legs. He felt a large padded leather thing being tightly fastened to his back, just above his butt. Then, he felt his thighs being strapped tight, just below his butt. He started to cry again, and after trying to move, discovered just how tied up he was. As he looked back, between his legs, he saw, in a large mirror, his butt, bottom hole, and bag all neatly exposed for anyone to see. He started to complain, when he saw some legs moving toward him, and suddenly felt an unbelievable pain in his butt. He screamed, as yet another stroke hit, then another, and another. He could not contain himself, he peed on the floor. The beating stopped, there was conversation behind him, and he suddenly felt the cane on his butt again. It was gently laid there, and then removed and with a cracking sound, it bit into his butt, right where his cheeks ended and his thighs began. He was in anguish. He screamed, and screamed, and soon felt another, and another, and another, and yet another all in the same place. He saw his butt, through tear streaked eyes. It looked like someone had painted red lines on it. Then, he felt hand on him. He was pulled up, and moved in a daze to a room where someone rubbed ointment on him.

He was dressed, and driven back to his father's apartment, and left at the door. Hardly able to walk, he made his way to the apartment, entered, and went to his bathroom to strip and survey his butt. He couldn't believe the welts that covered his butt from top to bottom. Then, he remembered, it was after midnight. It was the day after his birthday, it was Christmas. He had received a Christmas Caning!


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