SO THIS IS THE 3RD AND FINAL CHAP. I WANT TO THANK EVERYONE FOR REVIEWING! AND PLZ TELL ME IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE WRITING SPRING AWAKENING FICS LIKE THIS UMMM THIS CONTAINS SPANKING OBVIOUSLY. I DON'T OWN SPRING AWAKENING OR MORITZ OR MELCHIOR AND I SHURE AS HELL WOULDN'T WANT TO OWN HEER STIEFEL ANYWAYZZ PLZ READ AND PLZ PLZ REVIEW!

Moritz pov

I stood frozen where I was, unable to move or speak. Thankfully Melchior decided to approach the stern Latin teacher laying heavily on his persuasive charm that always seemed to get him out of trouble. "Heer Sonnenstich, this is my friend Moritz's book. He left it here by accident and so thank you for guarding it so efficiently. If you please, we would like to be getting home now. I'm afraid Moritz isn't feeling too well." Melchior lied smoothly, hadn't I of known the truth I would have believed him in a heartbeat.

"Very well." Sonnenstich replied, handing over the book, "But I am rather curious to find out the reason why both of you did not attend class today."

"Well you see professor I_

"I would like Heer Steifel answer this question Melchior." He interrupted, resting his sharp gaze on me. I gulped and looked at him petrified, not knowing what to say. "Um Mel-Melchi and I where so busy discussing the differences between Multum olim and Multum ille that we just sort of lost track of time." I informed him, praying to God that he would believe what I was saying.

"Really?" He asked skeptically.

I nodded my head, and looked down at the floor ignoring Melchior furious gaze, Well we all couldn't be as sufficient liars as he was.

"I hardly believe that was the truth Heer Steifel. But because I am too tired to deal with the both of you, I am going to send the two of you off with a note, explaining to your parents that you where absent to today's lesson for reasons unknown. Perhaps then they will find out the truth. Tomorrow I expect you to come to school early to take today's missed lesson, and you will receive 40 extra equations added onto your homework as punishment."

My mouth hung open in shock at his statement, Melchior too seemed a bit taken aback. "Heer Sonnenstich all of what Moritz said was true. If you'd just_"

"Be quiet Gabor. I don't want to hear your excuses any longer. Now it would be wise of you to sit down and wait until I finish writing this note."

I sat down immediately while whispering for Melchi to do the same. I didn't want to get into more trouble that I already was in. He did so reluctantly, and we remained stoic for the few moments, complentateing how our parents would take the news. I knew all to well what my Father would do, I would be lucky if I could even sit down the next few days after my much dreaded punishment.

"Here you go." The teacher said, handing us each a folded piece of paper. "I expect the two of you to give this to your parents. Keep in mind that I will run into them around the town and so I will know if you've followed my orders. I expect to see you at six o'clock sharp tomorrow. Is that understood?"

We both murmured a yes before shuffling out the door. "Urgh I hate him!" Melchior exclaimed once we where out of his earshot. "I can't believe this. I'm going to have a ton of extra chores to do and I'll be getting lectures from my mother nonstop." He moaned.

"Oh shut it Melchior, your getting off easy. I'm the one who wont be able to sit down comfortably for a week." I complained, watching as Melchi gave me a sympathetic glance. "Your right." He agreed. "I'm sorry for getting you in trouble Moritz."

"You know... It's not too late to throw these notes away." Melchior suggested. "Your father would never have to know and_"

"And then when Heer Sonnenstich runs into my father at the bank, he'll find out about this and then my punishment would be ten times worse. I'll live Melchi okay?" I said crossly. Thinking all the good following his plans had done me.

"I'm sorry for getting you in trouble." He murmured again. "Don't worry about it Melchi. I'm the one who's sorry for not coming up with a better excuse." I admitted with a laugh.

"Yes, your a terrible lier Moritz." Melchior agreed with a smile.

"So tell me more about the journal." I urged. "This part here _ is it true? I mean is that what it looks like?" I asked curiously pointing to one of the sketches. "Yes." Melchior said with confidence.

"But how can you know that?" I asked bewildered. Melchior just laughed, going into a deeper explanation about the female anatomy. Before I knew it we where at my house. I bid Melchi a dread full goodbye, fearing my fate that was soon to come.

Melchior wished me luck before walking off to his house. I trudged slowly up the steps and walked inside the house. I peeked around the kitchen, noticing that there wasn't my afternoon snack waiting on the table for me. Signifying that my mother wasn't home. I was glad, grateful that she wouldn't have to hear my punishment.

I took a deep breath and braced myself before entering my Father's study. "Moritz what is it?" He asked impatiently as soon as I set foot through the door. I fiddled nervously with the fold of my jacket, and started sweating against my will.

"I uh I have something for you." I managed to croak out, pulling the piece of paper out of my pocket and handing it to him. My knees started shaking as his bored expression suddenly turned into a frown as he began to read the note.

"Father I just wanted to say that I truly am sorry. I know that your disappointed and I-"

"Go outside and cut down a switch from the tree Moritz." My Father ordered sharply. I sighed, knowing that it was in my best interest to do what I was told. Fighting back would be pointless.

I slowly made my way into our backyard, standing beside the giant oak tree and determined which switch would work the best. I grabbed a thin branch and stripped off the leaves before heading back into my fathers study.

He swished it through the air, satisfied with it. "Lean across the desk." He said impatiently.

I nodded my head and did so without complaint but was shocked when he told me to remove my trousers and underwear as well. I stared at him bewildered, hoping that he wasn't serious but then obliged sulkily, wanting nothing more than for this humiliation to be over with.

My clothing fell down to my ankles and I leaned over the desk, shielding my male parts profoundly. Shutting my eyes tightly, I waited for the spanking to begin.

I bit down hard on my bottom lip as the branch came in contact with my flesh, jumping slightly but remaining silent as it continued to so over and over again. I sucked in a sharp breath when I was hit on the under curve of my backside with more force than I had known my Father had, I clenched my jaw, determined not to cry as phantom tears prickled; threatening to spill over.

Gripping tightly onto the corners of the desk I tried to focus on anything but the pain. Watching studiously as my knuckles turned extremely pale at my firm grasp. I had long ago diminished the idea of counting how many lashes I got, too wrapped up in the never ending pain to take notice.

A soft whimper escaped my mouth, but I then remained silent after my Father yelled at me telling me to "Accept my punishment like a man."

"Father please..." I begged desperately, seeking refuge in hopes that he would end the punishment. My plea only ended me getting faster and harder smacks, I drew a shaky breath and felt tears drip down my face. I no longer cared if he saw me cry or not.

After what seemed like forever, the spanking finally stopped. I reached down and clumsily began dressing myself, careful not to look into my Fathers hate filled eyes.

"You are my greatest disappointment Moritz. Get out of my sight."

And so I did, making my way slowly to my room and laying face down on my bed. Sobs began to rack over my body at an uncontrollable pace. I continued to cry for God knows how many hours. The pain from my backside was nothing compared to the emotional pain my fathers words had caused me.

My sobs soon turned into sniffles and I no longer had enough energy to cry. My nose was stuffy, I had a massive headache and my eyes where no doubt a bloodshot shade of red. I climbed out of bed and stood in front of my mirror before turning around and gently lifting down my pants and underwear, inspecting the damage.

Thick blazing red welts adorned my once pale backside. From an estimate I assumed that there must have been more than twenty or more of them. I hissed as I pulled back on my clothes and returned one again to my bed. Resuming my earlier position I buried my head under a pillow and quietly wept myself to sleep.

For once I slept soundly, no longer plagued by my nightmares as the burning sensation that radiated from my backside was the only thing that was on my mind.

AWW POOR MORITZ WHO HERE WANTS TO GIVE HIM A HUG LOL SO I'M SOO SORRY I DIDN'T CUM UP WITH A FLUFFY ENDING HEER STIEFEL JUST DOESN'T SEEM TO BE THE HUGGING TYPE LET ALONE APOLOGIZE TO MORITZ ANYWAY I'M SOOO SAD THAT THIS IS OVER *STARTS TO CRY* PLEASE PLEASE PLZ DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK!