Saint Slayer of the Passover chapter 32

WARNING THIS IS CHAPTER OF CORPORAL PUNISHMENT. THIS CONTAINS HIGHLY ABUSIVE TO CHILDREN BY PARENTS. IF THIS OFFEND YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER.

Clovis gasped as his hands twitched. His mouth opened slightly gasping for air as his body leaned forward. His eyes opened with tears already dripping, never experienced the spanking that was extremely painful from his father. Before he can even recover another blow came down and hit the same spot. "AHHHH-UHAH-AH~" his body jolted up with pain. He gripped his hands tightly so he won't cry or yell because if he does, he only makes his father more furious and deliver harder blows.

Henrickson swung the birch high with powerful swats on his son bottom like having heavily axis cut through a wood. Bright peachy red welts began to form on Clovis' behind.

SMMMMMMAAACCCCK

Clovis let his sobs slipped out of his mouth after ten swats. He made a fist and bit on it as he sobbed quietly. His shoulders began to shake constantly, kept his voice down.

SMMMMMMMAAACCCK

"O-OWWWWWWW! Hugh~" Clovis yelped in pain and had his ankles went up and down trying to endure the burns.

"Clovis wiston, why are you getting spanked?!" henrickson started to ask questions whenever Clovis came to the point where his heart was torn into pieces. He knew his son's stubbornness won't last not even minutes. He also knew it wasn't physical pain that made him break into tears but it was his mental remorseful feelings and realization of what his stupidity that led him to this point. He wanted to make sure Clovis spills every single mistake he has done and make him regret by giving him every swats.

"B-sob…sob….because….I…didn't. Follow your…instruction~"

Three hard swats came down fast like a lighting blot, making Clovis leaned forward on the tree, sobbing.

"And what was my instruction back then?!" SMACK

"sob…sob…uuu…t..to.. take.. my brother.. and the children and run away from the camping area~ OWWWWWW!"

"those words came out correctly from your mouth but what did you do instead?! You let yourself go back and almost let yourself get killed along with your mother! Was that my instruction?!"

"n-no, sir~ owww!~ ahh-hauhh~ Clovis cried with complete agony. He couldn't listen to himself blabber his mistakes. It was too shameful to even call it mistakes. Back then, he wasn't thinking. All he ever wanted was to protect his family from danger without thinking what will be the consequence if he disobeys anyone's orders. Also, he understood now why his was in trouble. 'I…I'm so sorry~"

"you're sorry for what?! Get your hands back to the position! We're far from over! You're sorry for what exactly?"

"hic hic sob sob f…for everything~"

SSSSSSSSSMMMMMAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK

Clovis started cry more utterly when the pain hit his sensitive spot. He gripped his hands tightly when he heard another whistle that hit his lower thigh. "agggghhhhh!"

"do you even how dangerous it was back there?! Not only you put yourself in danger, you could've killed your mother! When did I tell you to hold a weapon in your hands!?"

Clovis yelled when the birch continuously hit his lower thighs until little dark red purple bruises formed. Henrickson stopped talking and just whipped Clovis who was begging for mercy.

For thirty minutes, henrickson continued to beat his son with the birches mercilessly. It was so intense, one swat left dark red welt by the time fourth swat came down, it'll leave a dark purple bruises. Clovis tried his best not to cause any more problems but the pain he has to endure inferred his position. He yelled whenever new crispy swats landed all over his back. Tears poured like a river as his body looked his been whipped by a leather horse whip.

Nine birches were broken in halves. Some of them had blood stains.

Clovis lowered his head with shame and remorse towards his parents. He let his head lean against the tree , barely continued to beg forgiveness. However, his father ignored his pleas and continued to stroke down with the cane on the spots that turned dark purple bruise. Some already has been bleeding. His hands also had some welts because he accidentally placed it on his bottom. His mind wondered off to purposely not focus on the pain and just counted the swats. To be exact, his father delivered more than seventy swats.

To be continued.