Claire let out a sigh and looked up at the ceiling for a moment, exasperated, when the youngster tried one more time to negotiate with her, promising a better behaviour in the future in exchange of not getting spanked.
It was the same story every time she had to punish him and, even if a small part of her mind was already feeling pity for him, the other was pushing her forward; she had the duty to carry on and to give him a lesson.
Teenagers needed a firm hand, it was well known. Especially troublemakers like him.
-Will...- his name sounded like a warning, since her voice tone was quite stern -...i would love to believe you, but we both know that you will most probably do it again as soon as you will forget this reprimand.- she added.
His sister gave him one serious glance, looking up at him, who was now standing right in front of her; she could stretch out a hand, grab him by his wrist and force him to bend over, but she wanted him to do that himself.
-How many times i told you to stop smoking, uhm?- she inquired -And how many times you have been warned that skipping school so frequently you will have to do this year all over again? It looks like words are just passing through your head, you never really listen to me nor to any other adult.- the woman said -That's why i spank you and i will keep doing this until you'll become of age, if necessary. Because is the only way to force you to learn something.-
At that point, she lightly tapped her thigh with her right hand.
-Come on, i want that butt up in the air right now. I won't say it again, kid.-
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