Chapter 2

"W-What are y-you going to d-do to me?" asked Neal fearfully as he looked around the room for a means to escape.

"I'm going to give you the hiding of your young life," replied Marshal.

"You can't do that," cried Neal defiantly as he started to ease towards the door.

"Oh, I think you are about to learn that I can do pretty much whatever I want…and there is nothing you can do about it. William if you would escort

Mr. Caffrey to my bench," he requested motioning to the piece of furniture Neal was trying to figure out earlier.

Neal tried to make a run for it but William caught him before he could go more than a couple of steps and wrestled him back to stand before the piece of furniture Marshall had indicated earlier.

"I see that you were looking at this unusual piece of furniture when I entered. Do you know what that piece of furniture was for?"

Neal shook his head and struggled to get away.

"It was used in the British Boarding Schools like Rugby when a young lad, like yourself was to be caned by the headmaster…its called a caning bench and I'm going to give you a first hand dose of not only what a strapping feels like but what a caning feels as well," barked Marshal as he nodded again at his men who pulled Neal forward.

Neal struggled but was unable to free himself as he was placed over the strange piece of furniture which looked like an inverted U and physically locked into place. Once the men stepped away Neal found himself bent over the back of the bench with his arms strapped to the front legs and his ankles strapped to the back legs of the bench. It made his backside bent at the right angle to be targeted.

Neal started to panic as Marshall stepped closer with a strap in his hands. "I thought to warm you up with this strap before moving on and actually canning you," he said as he let the strap fly. It hit Neal dead center on his buttocks and Neal gasp with the pain it caused.

"Look, I'm sorry I took your car," Neal said quickly before the next lick fell in hopes he could stop the strapping from continuing.

"You are only sorry that you got caught; but when I'm finished with you that won't be the case. You will be sorry that you took the car and won't think about doing it ever again…at least I know you won't ever steal from me again," Marshall explained as the rained down lick after lick on Neal's trousered backside. He didn't stop until he had Neal sobbing and begging for mercy.

When Marshal stepped back he waited for Neal's signs of distress to come to an end. "I bet that if I was to remove those trousers of yours I would find one fiery backside in color as well as heat."

Neal only nodded as he waited to be released only to cry out, "OWWWW!" as he felt Marshall place one palm on his backside to feel the heat radiating from it.

"P-please no m-more," sobbed Neal.

"You didn't really think I was only going to strap you, boy when I promised to cane you as well?" Marshall asked as he moved to where Neal could see him.

"I won't ever s-steal from you a-again!" cried Neal.

"Oh, I know you won't, my boy…after this you won't be able to sit so stealing anything that depends on sitting will be impossible," joked Marshall as he went to a case at the back of the room and removed several canes. He picked out two and brought them over so Neal could see them.

He picked of one and showed Neal how flexible it was. "This is a cane like the schoolmasters in England would use while this," picking up the other one, "is a birch rod…this was what was used on countless school boys during the days of the old west and way into the nineteen century. Both are painful as you will soon feel," Marshall promised as he suddenly swung the birch rod harshly against Neal's trousered clad backside in the midst of his red and sore bottom.

He followed the first lick with three more as Neal screamed with pain. Marshall had placed all four licks with a space in between from the top of his buttocks to the beginning of his thighs before stepping back and picking up the cane and striking out four more times placing these licks into the spaces that were left from the birch rod. Neal was sobbing once again as he backside throbbed; the caning had not only awakening the pain from the strapping but it also caused the areas that the cane hit to begin to bleed in some spots…much like a skinned knee.

Neal was hurting so much from his strapping and caning that he wasn't even aware that he had been released from the bench until he was forcefully pulled into a standing position and held in place screaming with the movement as his boxers made contact with is inflamed backside.

He was a soulful and contrite individual as Marshall nodded to his men.

"Take him home but make sure he is sitting for the trip….I want him to feel every bump," Marshall ordered.

Before Neal left Marshall addressed him once more. "I just have one thing to ask you Mr. Caffrey…was taking my car and money worth the punishment you just received?"

All Neal could do was to shake his head for fear that he would start crying again and satisfied of his answer Marshall nodded for his men to take Neal home.