A BBFC MEMBERS AREA ONLY UPDATE:
Arron has been playing up recently, and Aiden has no choice but to teach him a lesson.
So, he finds himself astride the horse and getting the cane laid on hard.
The welts and stripes are soon looking good, and the way he tries to be stoic and fails is wonderful.
It’s a super caning for Arron.
“The Horse and the Cane: Aiden’s Stern Reminder”
Arron’s defiance had stacked up, and Aiden had been patient—until now. When the line was crossed, words were no longer enough. Action spoke louder, and it spoke through the cane.
Straddling the horse, Arron braced himself, shoulders tense with bravado he couldn’t quite maintain. The first stroke landed with authority. Then another. And another. Aiden’s rhythm was deliberate, uncompromising.
The welts rose quickly—angry red lines against pale defiance. Arron gritted his teeth, pretending it didn’t sting, but his breath hitched, his eyes betrayed him. That failed stoicism was part of the lesson.
Aiden wasn’t cruel—just resolved. Every stripe was earned. Every wince was a marker of repentance.
By the end, Arron wasn’t fighting it anymore. He was absorbing it. Owning it.
Discipline still matters—and striped, red butts never forget.
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