Saint Slayer of the Passover chapter 8
Clovis jolted up from his seat when he heard his father thundered the entire room with angry voice.
Mimi quickly crawled underneath her brother's chair with her arms wrapped around his legs and hugged it tightly.
"What did I tell you not to do during our pray?" Hendrickson eyes were full with disappointment to see his son all grown up yet still he haven't followed the basic rules in house. "What did I tell you not to do?
Clovis didn't answer his father's question.
Everyone has stopped their pray for moment and looked at their father.
Maria sighed with disbelief. "Not this again." She looked at her husband not to start out with a bad dinner. Not right after he has finally came home.
"b-but f-father~" I-I" he tried to convince to him what happened during the pray.
"Now, Clovis. Or do you want to skip your dinner?" he arose from his seat knowing that his son wouldn't want to miss out on a special dinner. And left the kitchen room.
He didn't have much of a choice to obey his father's order. He stood from his seat and followed him to the living room. He took few deep breathe and rubbed his head. This sucked. He told himself.
The moment his father came home after a long journey the minute he got in trouble.
His father already stood with his arms crossed to his chest. He looked at his son with expression you haven't learned anything for past fourteen years. He shook his head.
Clovis walked over to where his father pointed. He unzipped his belt and zippers. Lowered his pants down to his ankle and placed his hands on the sofa.
Henrickson opened the drawer and pulled out a long, skinny bamboo cane in his hand. He bend the cane to flex it a little bit and walked over to where his son bended over to.
Clovis looked a little frighten after he saw what instrument his father going to use.
His father placed his left hand on the back. He gave a little pushed for his son to lower the back little bit more, knowing cane will give him massive pain. And need something to grab on to.
"Lower your underwear." He tapped his son's bottom."
"D- do I have to?" he asked his father with pleading at the same with an embarrassment. It was his first time ever getting spanked with the cane. He looked at his father over his back shoulder.
His father wasn't joking at all. He just stood here waiting for that underwear to go down. "You know the consequences."
He couldn't believe it. It took few seconds for him to even have courage to put his hands on his underwear. He put his hands on his underwear, and lowered only up to his knee. He face turned bright peach red because of the humiliating position. The fact he revealed his bare bottom in his teenage.
Without any further of wasting time, his father swung his cane and gave a one hard swat across his behind. The cane flung down with a flexible bend and gave a quickly snap.
SMACK
"YEOW!" he yelped with shocking surprise. He gasped when he felt the burn on his bottom.
"What did I tell you not to do during our prayers?"
"N-not to play around during the pray "he had a hard time saying those words clearly when he felt the pain at the same time.
"And what did you do today at dinner time?"
"I—I played around during my pray."
Another crisp came down and landed on the same spot.
"Ahhhhh~! He gripped his hands tightly as he stomached arched a little. He couldn't imagine how many strikes his father will give with that cane. He began to panic. He tried to find a good reason to escape his punishment. "b-but, it was Mimi! It's Mimi who started it!"
"Is that so?" henrickson found more disappointing to hear him making one of the most pathetic excuse of all times.
"If it weren't for Mimi, I-I wouldn't be in this position, for crying sake!" Clovis pouted again.
To be continued