Punishment and Submission

It 's been a bit' of time from when Clare has suffered this punishment.
I tried to stay close to understanding what happened.
So much has happened and I need to tell the exact sequence of events, otherwise risk falling into confusion
As soon as the meal and after having had cleared the table, Claire went to her room, and only after having ascertained that he locked the door, he threw himself on the bed crying.
Extracted with difficulty from his cell phone pocket, where it has been scribbled spanking unjustly by his father at a certain Erika. Theorized then that was his best friend since the age of young girls are usually willing to tell certain secrets only to a special person.
While writing with the phone, the other hand continued to rub her ass the same way as he had done before: set off by the open palm of the buttocks on the thigh, then climbing towards the back so as to make the same leap buttock, Once the direction of the hand is reversed back down. And whined while pulling up in the nose .*

Also through his messages, I realized what was the root cause of all:
Um ... wait ... no! I changed my mind! I will not tell you everything! I will let you play little detective will tell you just how the clues are revealed over time, and when you think you understand you can raise your hand. The first information that I will give are those obtained via the mobile phone of Clare. Got it? (Ah, Ah, Clear / Clear ... Another of my horrendous jokes, sorry ...)
What was I talking about? Ah, yes! The box of the study! According to Clare, it has the function of being a small store of money liquids with a double compartment for coins and banknotes. Inside there was never kept a sum very large: in most cases it was necessary to put his hand to search such coins to the shopping cart, and then in order to provide a replacement faster than anyone money. However, this time the call was missing a total figure of around 30 €. The father was sure of that amount because he had taken something that morning.
Even Erika was in the mood Investigation: The proposed change to find it, so better to talk about it, as well as to save on phone bills narrowly enough.
Once arrived and made the niceties of the case he asked me something like: "why his father had just blamed you?" The response was immediate Clare:
"Well, under that desk, there were wildly crossed my slippers. You know, unfortunately I usually sow them around the house sometimes, and often I have to walk barefoot because I have not the faintest idea where they are finished. This time they were there, but if you do not remember where on the one hand resting on them the last time, I remember perfectly well that the other day I had no need to set foot in the studio: Well! Of course, it is possible that these strips have I lost them yesterday, but ... "
"And then your father believed that you had been to take that money and you are angry about this, so ..." he replied with meditative gaze.
"Um ... not really. Dad was at first just a little 'angry at the fact that the entire box was empty: the family as a rule, you should always leave something to moderate the collection to those who come after. However, it can happen that someone needs to get something more, and if you feel there are other problems. "
"Everything here, Chia? For what it's angry, then? "
"Actually, my father went on a rampage after the time when I denied that I was in charge of the incident, and the epilogue is what I have already told. Were you made me so bad ... look ... "To understand more precisely to her friend what happened was, it settled on the bed and slowly pulled the pants diseased tissue, which caused friction with the skin faces very similar to those seen for some time before the chair in the dining room. And now again lay bare to the eyes of his (two) observers.
It was as beautiful as a goddess. Still there were the marks left by the recent past that time would surely soon be erased as if it were sand exposed to morning wind. He tried to capture that look of shame doe without a hint of love that once received.
The vision of the skin red and sore, Erika came up with a lot of hesitation his hand compassionate, fearing that contact could cause you further pain slightly. Instead, the response was so sweet to the touch almost of relief, as if that hand possessed of some magical healing power. He put his other hand on her hair, caressing full of love. Clare was leaving to cuddle and comfort, you could read in his eyes that this was what he needed most.
Poor Clare's ass! I knew only by his outburst was even been spanked with her slippers. This was something new and intriguing, which explained the reason for that blush spread across the area with accuracy .*

Erika handed him questions while he continued to massage the young man seated.
"And then I'm sure: this morning I did not do anything but get up and go to school, and even yesterday I was very at home. I tried to convince Dad that the slippers had nothing to do with what happened but ... "
"... But he felt deny the evidence of the facts, it is even more angry than for the shortfall."
"It 'so, Erika! Ouch! "
"Sorry! Need for a creamy skin, Chia. Otherwise you will hurt even sit down. "
"Do not tell me! That witch my mother denied me even the possibility of putting a pillow under your chair before we were eating! "
"But you say? You have the cushions on the chairs in the dining room. "
"Yes, but that bastard my brother had taken it on purpose."
"What a bastard! Um ... you should andarti this creamy good. Indeed, it should just be ideal. He claims to be ideal for the skin reddened from the cold but it is also good for ... well, in short, that stuff ... Come on, that you now Were you the smears ... "
"No, come on, do not worry ... You were, I am alone ..." said a little 'embarrassed.
"Come on, come ... do you have so much wayward ... the courage to make me look so tanned, but watch to make you touch the shy to let you spread a cream? If you treat your boyfriend will not last so long! Lie to me I'll take good care of this little ass spanked her going. Hi! Hi! "
"You were, you put yourself there to pick me for the cu-uh-around?" His face took on the typical expression of someone who has just made a gaffe (Face to face ... I know, is another of my terrible jokes , but I swear that this time was entirely intentional)
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! You just take what's there ... And you're a little 'stops ... "*

He began to spread so damn erotic than the reflected light cream that undulated whenever the skin is folded ...
"What happened to that money? Someone has certainly taken them. Any idea?
"Nobody in the family claimed to have taken something from the box and who may have been actually I can not know for sure. Exclude, however, Dad: I can not believe he took the money and then I did this scene of the kaiser: was taken from early Alzheimer's disease? And then a professor as he keeps in mind that everything you spend during the week reminding even the pennies. Oh! Yes! "He made a grimace of satisfaction: the cream was actually giving the result hoped for soothing. "Keep it up, please ..." *

"And even your mom ..."
"Mom could even get them, though occasionally it does go to those places where they do not accept credit card, but she has categorically denied."
"Clare, at this point narrows the circle ... You are only four in the family, and if you have neither you nor your father nor your mother, may have been due to only one person who has passed your famous blunder smoother. "
"Well! € 30 at that age are so many. Damn! In the most recently is just behaving irresponsibly: you have no idea how many times I argued with him lately. "
"And this he has certainly not encouraged to come forward ... has had the good fortune that the slippers were there and not, for example in the kitchen and has not given up the opportunity to make you pay in some way."
There were some seconds of silence. Clare's eyes were peering at a point lost on deaf ears in order to focus better from a flashback from his memory, until a deep breath announced her to have an important revelation to confess:
"Wait, you were! I came up with a flash this morning while eating breakfast I was wearing slippers in the kitchen. "
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely! Awkwardly on the floor had been poured water from my idiot brother, and I remember it well beaten. Then I do not remember much, but it was almost time for school, so I think that I live in the shoe and go get changed. "
Meanwhile, lovingly rubbed the cream kept coming at the consolations of Erika.
Sometimes, to tease her a little 'and make them forget the problems, the hand slid around to the young butterfly, which was promptly defended by the legs with a playful tone that tried unsuccessfully to cause embarrassment.
"So what? How did they end up in your slippers? "
"But I know, I came home and I have not changed that my father has already received as well you know ..."
"And then someone put them there? Do not tell me it was your brother ... "
"But come on, take money from the casket there were never these problems, and then with what? Although there is a little 'time to time bitterness between us, I do not think I have the courage to make a scene like that ... he is my brother after all. But ... "
"But?"
"Last night we actually had a fight a little 'more heavily than usual, and he actually made me realize that somehow you would be avenged."
"Chia! The case is solved! It 'was him, he made sure you came blame and then enjoyed the moment when you were punished ... "
"I'm afraid you're right, You were! You say that his goal was I? "
"If you know enough about that bastard, with all due respect, it is likely ..."
"Yes, but how do I tell Dad?"
"But the Chia! Find out if the costs had recently made them and if you have proof that it was him. However, this will tell me tomorrow how it went. He made damn late! Come on, I go! "
How to put the point in that sentence, Clare dropped a slap on the right buttock of his friend, taken aback that he stood up with a surprised face. What I would give to have the opportunity to do it myself, but I have this obsession out of my head.
"Oh! But are you stupid? Do not just what I went through today? "
"Sorry I could not resist it ... all night ... I'll massage from one day come back to me ..."
"We can count," said lining and a kiss on the cheek. Then he walked to the door, turned the key in its lock and then greeted her friend .*

Left alone, stretched himself on the bed mulling over those slippers and who knows what ghosts. Then suddenly he got up and walked into what I found to be the room of his brother.
She found him listening intently to the walk-man that snatched when he knew he was not listening. It was already difficult to deal with such a discussion, let alone with someone who does not listen.
"Was it you? Confess! "Was determined to go to the bottom of that question, despite the shame had to rehash the past, but the injustice was to be even greater humiliation.
"To do what?" Said a surprised tone objectively constructed.
"You know! You took that money from the casket. "The war of words began
"No! It is not true! "
"We know both of you! I was not, even mom and dad. You can not be more than you! "
"Liar! Have you taken you "Neither of them fell back on its position. The discussion lasted in mutual accusations, during which Clare expressed all factors taken into account up to that point but suddenly turned in the direction of a CD case on the table.
"And this? And 'again! There you had it yesterday! I'm sure. "He turned to look at the cover price: 23 €. (Kill them how much they cost!)
Young boys have yet to learn the art of lying, will have a lifetime to learn to do it, his eyes downcast and his sudden silence betrayed his guilt.
"But if you really take that money, because you had to involve me putting my slippers there? Dad will have a little stressed out 'about spending money on a useless, but you would have done anything. "
He said, muttering a few words now with their backs to the wall "who usually loses the slippers around the house you are, and so it's easier than you left them in the studio by accident."
"BALL! Thou hast put them on purpose to escape to some kind of punishment. "
"No!"
"YES!" His voice grew louder and shrill, as if that tone somehow managed to injure his opponent, who did not answer, now defenseless against the evidence
"But the thing that most 'pisses me off ... WHY' you had to act like 'a coward? NOW LET'S GO TO POPE 'AND EXPLAIN THE WHOLE TRUTH' "The screams even on the walls trembled ... his brother was still sitting on the bed, until he looked up and vented so all the accumulated tension:
'WHY' You're a cunt and ... DO NOT GO THERE! Have you got what you deserve. "
Now the silence had fallen. The sister could not believe coming so brutally injured (Brutus was Caesar's son, who stabbed him to death and wounding ... I tried to make a joke, I do not know if it is understood. Oh well, no matter ...)
She could not believe that his brother had been able to show so much hatred against him, nor that he could not devise a plan so diabolical to get himself a difficult situation but just to be able to blame, perhaps guessing the overreaction of the father.
On the other hand, the brother was also taken him from fear. I do not know if it was guilt or fear of consequences: indeed his sentence was going to lose power while the spat, which is to reinforce the first hypothesis.
They spent ten seconds in which even seemed frozen breaths: after which Clare jumped on his brother, who tried to bring their hands to protect the face. He made time to hit a couple of times in his arms when the door suddenly opened, revealing the strict father figure.