Mr. Thompson, with a serious and unyielding demeanor, addressed Michael directly. "Michael, due to the severity of your actions and your blatant disregard for authority, you will receive 80 strikes from each of the implements: the cane and the belt. This is to ensure that you understand the seriousness of your behavior and the need for discipline."
Michael, already stripped of his clothes and bound by the weight of the situation, remained silent. His expression was resolute as he bent over the punishment table, positioning himself as instructed. The table was a solid, sturdy piece of furniture designed specifically for such purposes, and it provided a firm surface for the punishment to be administered.
Mr. Thompson picked up the cane first, its slender, flexible length held with a steady hand. The room was filled with a heavy silence as he prepared to begin. The cane was raised, and the first strike landed on Michael's bare skin with a sharp crack. The sound echoed through the room, a stark reminder of the discipline being enforced.
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Michael's body tensed with each stroke, but he remained silent, enduring the punishment without a sound. The rhythmic crack of the cane meeting his skin was the only noise in the room, punctuating the silence with each blow. The cane left its mark, raising welts on Michael's back and thighs, but he did not flinch or cry out.
After completing the 80 strokes with the cane, Mr. Thompson set it aside and picked up the belt. Its wide, leather surface was formidable and heavy. The first strike of the belt was met with the same crack of leather against skin, resounding through the room. The belt landed with a thud each time, delivering a harsh, stinging punishment.
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The sound of the belt striking Michael's bare skin filled the room, a rhythmic cadence of discipline. Michael's silence remained unbroken as the belt continued its course, his body bearing the marks of the relentless punishment. The intensity of the strikes was a physical reminder of the consequences of his actions.
The other boys, who had been watching in silence, observed the punishment with a mix of emotions. The gravity of the situation was palpable, and the sound of each implement landing on Michael's body served as a stark lesson in the consequences of breaking the rules.
As the punishment continued, the room was filled with the harsh, resonant sounds of discipline. The cane and the belt had left their marks, both physically and emotionally, on Michael. His resolve and silence spoke volumes about his endurance, even as the pain and discomfort were evident in the tautness of his body and the rigid stance he maintained.
To be continued
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