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Claire's pov

Watching my father leave, I sighed heavily. I'm relieved he didn't beat my ass the second he walked in here but I really hate having to choose my own punishment and he knows that, which is why I think he's doing this. He's put me in timeout, so to speak, to think about my behavior and reflect on the potential consequences of my actions.

I really hate spankings because they hurt like Hell but writing lines is super annoying and tedious, so it's really a lose lose situation. If the groundings were for the same length of time I wouldn't hesitate to choose writing lines. I mean, that's a no-brainer, but an extra week of being trapped in this house would really suck. I wonder if I'd just be grounded from going outside, or if I'd be grounded from my phone, laptop, tv and all that other good stuff too.

Before I knew it, my father had returned for my decision. Oh-oh, I haven't even made up my mind yet.

"Well?" he questioned, quietly closing the study door behind him.

I don't think I've ever seen my father slam a door or even close one somewhat forcefully. I shuddered a little, thinking Grandfather must have beat that lesson into him pretty severely to get it to stick permanently. Even when we lived in California and there was no way Grandfather would have known, Dad never did it and now that Grandfather's dead, he still has yet to ever slam a door no matter how angry Uncle EJ, Aunt Lexie, or I make him.


Tony's pov

"Have you made your decision, mia figlia (my daughter)?"

"Uh, I have a few questions first. If that's ok?" Claire asked me, regarding her two punishment options.

"Of course, Sweetpea. Go ahead."

"Well, my decision depends on the terms of my grounding and what implements, if any, would be used to deliver my spanking."

I smirked, thinking that's her uncle the lawyer talking right there. Sometimes it makes me sad thinking of all the time I missed with her while I was in hiding but on the other hand, I'm glad she and my little brother had that time to bond. She already loves my little sister like crazy but she and EJ probably never would've even met if I didn't have to go away for so long. I guess that's the silver lining of my time apart from her. Well that and the time she got to spend getting to know her grandfather before he died. I'm sure it wasn't all lollipops and rainbows but I bet there were still some good experiences along the way, during their time together.

"First, I need to know if the conditions of my grounding would be the same for either option I choose."

"Yes," I said matter of factly.

"Ok. Secondly, I need to know what those conditions would be."

I smiled at my little negotiator.

"While you're grounded you will remain in the house unless one of us requests otherwise. You will not be allowed use of your phone or laptop and you will not be allowed to watch tv. You will have extra chores and an earlier bedtime to be determined by your behavior and attitude on each particular day."

"Ok. Thirdly, I need to know how you're going to spank me cuz that's gonna help determine my decision."

"I'm going to spank you very hard," I replied, smirking.

"That's not funny, Dad. I need to know so I have all the required data to make an informed decision," my little esquire in training pouted.

Suppressing a grin, I stated, "I would only be using my hand to administer your spanking, Your Honor."

My spunky little spitfire frowned at my facetiousness as she appeared to be deep in thought, assessing her options.

"Are you going to spank me over my pants, underwear, or on my bare butt?"

Again I had to suppress a grin over my amusement regarding these questions.

"Pants down, over your underpants."

"Please don't say underpants, Dad, it's creepy," my daughter helpfully informed me.

"Noted." Putting my serious dad face on in preparation for disciplining her, I asked, "Any other questions?"

"No sir."

"Good. Now what's your decision, mia figlia (my daughter)?"

"Can I have more time to think about it, Daddy?" my deceptively innocent daughter asked, pouting adorably.

"No, you may not. Stop stalling, Francesca," I replied sternly, wise to my daughter's manipulative tactics, including her liberal use of throwing out the Daddy card.

"But, Daddy," she whined.

"If I don't hear your decision in the next ten seconds, bambina (baby girl), I will choose both options as your fate. Capiscimi (Understand me)?"

"Si signore," she replied sadly, conceding defeat. "I choose the spanking and one week of being grounded, Father."


Claire's pov

I hate getting spanked but Dante, Alex, Samantha, and I have tentative plans to hang out a week from Sunday and maybe even go to the carnival so I don't want to be grounded then. At least the spanking option and one week grounding will hopefully allow me to go, even if it is with a still slightly sore butt. Maybe my dad will go easy on me. Fingers crossed.


Tony's pov

"Very well. Now that's settled, let's get down to business," I ordered sternly.

"You know you don't have to do this. You can still change your mind, Daddy," my little angel suggested hopefully.

"You shattered my Ming vase because you were playing soccer in the house." I grabbed my daughter's wrist and pulled her to me so I could deliver a sharp slap to her ass.

"OW!" She pouted, as she rubbed her assaulted cheeks with her free hand.

"Do you want to tell me again why I don't need to do this?" I asked, keeping a firm grip on her as I sat down in the armless chair Father kept pressed against the wall for this very purpose. When I was a young child he always referred to it as la sedia del ragazzo cattivo (the bad boy's chair) when he would put me there for a timeout. Then when my timeout was over, he would stand me up between his knees as he took my seat. A spanking always followed a timeout, so I came to refer to it as la sedia più odiata in tutto d'Italia (the most hated chair in all of Italy).

"No sir," she wisely replied.

I honestly never imagined I'd one day spank my own child while sitting in this dreaded chair, but here I am. Up until this point, since we moved back into the mansion, I've either spanked Claire in her room, my room, or using the chair behind my father's desk here in the study. It's funny how in life things oft come full circle. I'm sure Father's smiling down on me now, thinking la vendetta è una stronza, ragazzo mio (payback's a bitch, my boy).

"Tell me why I'm about to spank your naughty bottom, Francesca?" I asked, my Father's words echoing in my head. I always hated how humiliating it was to answer that question. Now I know that's exactly why he asked it. I was a smart-mouthed little shit, even at a young age.

"Because you're cruel and unsympathetic to the plight of a poor child who couldn't play soccer in the rain."

A smart-mouthed little shit, just like my daughter. It should come as no surprise to me though since Claire's mother had quite the sharp tongue as well. Attitude and entitlement are in this girl's genes. I bet Father is rolling with laughter up in heaven right now.

"Claire Francesca," I warned, giving her the chance to amend her answer.

"Because you're doing research for your autobiography on the chapter about how enjoyable it is to inflict pain on small innocent children," she sassed.

Yanking her over my lap, I tugged her pants down to her knees.

"You're a real piece of work sometimes, mia figlia, proprio come tua mamma (my daughter, just like your mom)," I muttered, as I adjusted her over my thighs. I pulled up slightly on the waistband of her panties to expose the bottom of her buttcheeks, knowing she's going to receive several penalty swats there and on her thighs, courtesy of her smart mouth.

I patted her bottom a few times before starting her spanking hard and fast, focusing my attention solely on her sit spots and upper thighs. I had my daughter squirming uncomfortably atop my lap in no time. After reddening the sensitive skin between her thighs and ass with several crisp slaps, she became quite vocal.

"OWWWW!" she screeched, her arm flailing as she tried to reach her hand back to stop me.

After two more firm spanks to her thighs, I stood her back up between my knees. Clasping both her wrists tightly in one hand, I wiped the stray tears off her cheeks with the other.

I waited for her to slow her breathing and calm down before I asked her, "Are you ready to tell me now why you're so deserving of my discipline?"

"YES!" she loudly and quickly blurted out.

"Dimmi, piccola (Tell me, little one)," I dictated sternly, looking her in the eye.

Her chest heaving as her breath hitched, she sputtered her reply, "Be_because I w_was playing ball in_in the h_house and I b_broke your v_vase."

I wanted nothing more at this moment than to forget the remainder of her punishment and hold my poor baby in my arms but I know damn well she earned this and I have to follow through. She needs to learn her actions have consequences.

"That's better. Now I can start your spanking."


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