Ran\'s Discipline

To answer some questions: Ran paddled Conan in the previous chapter because she was tired of him fighting with Sonoko all the time. She only gave him a few swats because he had already been punished by Sonoko.
To Ran, Sonoko had no right to spank Conan. Ran and Ran alone is responsible for Conan. Only she can punish him.

Ran\'s Diary

Conan didn\'t like being spanked. He tried to stay out of trouble, he really did. But he still seemed to end up over Ran\'s lap. Now, he didn\'t get spanked for every little thing. Usually he only got a verbal repramand, and if he was spanked it was usually only with her hand. But once in a while he would do something, say something, or break something that would make Ran really mad. Then he would get the wooden spoon, the hairbrush, the paddle, or even the belt if he had been really bad.

And he knew that this would be one of those times if he was caught. He stood on a chair, going through Ran\'s underware drawer, looking for her diary. He sometimes read it to keep up with her thoughts, and to see if she was beginning to suspect he was Shinichi.

\"Conan, what are you doing in my underware drawer?!\" Ran demanded.

He quickly spun around, holding her diary in his hand.

\"Uh...I...\"

\"My dairy!\" Ran grabbed the book from him. \"Conan, were you reading my diary?\"

It was no use. He knew that Ran would know if he lied. She always did, except for the big lie, of course.

\"Yes.\" He nodded slowly.

Ran was not happy. Not only had Conan been in her underware, he had read her diary. Well, she would give him a lesson in respecting other people\'s privacy.

\"Get on the bed. I\'ll be right back.\" she left the room as Conan did as he was told. Ran sounded really mad, and he was starting to get a little scared. He knew Ran would never really injure him, but her punishments hurt a lot.

He let out a small sob when he saw that Ran held the hairbrush and a bottle of lotion. He really didn\'t like the hairbrush. In some ways it was worse then the belt. Ran never gave him more then ten with the belt, but spankings with the hairbrush could go on for what seemed an eternity. And he was sure to get it long and hard if she planned to use lotion afterwards.

Ran noticed his distress, and sat down next to him. She placed her little brother over her lap and pulled his sorts and underware to his knees. She waited a few seconds, then rubbed his bare bottom to comfort him. She wanted to make sure he knew that even though she was angry with him, she still loved him and she always would.

\"I\'m very disappointed in you Conan.\" she said after a bit.

\"I\'m sorry.\" He didn\'t really think apologizing would stop her from spanking him, but he always did anyway.

\"Going through someone else\'s underware, reading their diary. I know you know better then that.\"

His only reply was a tiny whimper.

Ran raised her hand and brought it down with a hard SMACK! Conan wailed from the sting.

Ran\'s hand moved at a blistering pace all over his exposed rear and thighs, drawing loud cries and pleas from Conan. It already hurt bad, and this was only the warm-up. Ran would wait until he was red and sore, then the real punishment would begin.

But he had to admit it wasn\'t all bad. Even though it hurt, he felt safe and protected. He could give up control to Ran, and he didn\'t have to be responsible. She would take care of everything.

After a few minutes Ran finished with the hand spanking by giving him three full-force smacks, one to each cheek and one to the center of the two. Then she set her sobbing younger brother on his feet and ordered him into the corner. She wanted to give him plenty of time to image how much the hairbrush would hurt on top of his previous spanking.

Conan rubbed his eyes and cried in the corner, the cool air of the room contrasting with his burning bottom.

Ran waited around ten minutes before calling him back to her. He was once again placed over her lap, his red backside pointing upwards and ready for the next round of punishment.

\"Now, you know I don\'t enjoy spanking you, don\'t you Conan?\" Ran asked him as she picked up the hairbrush, laying it on his cheeks.

\"Y...yes.\" he told her, squirming at the feel of the cool wood on hot flesh.

\"And you know I only do this because I love you and want you to grow up to be a good person?\" Ran started to move the hairbrush in circles on his bottom, letting him think about how it would feel.

Conan didn\'t answer, instead crying and begging. \"Please no. I\'ll never do it again. I promise.\"

Ran shook her head. \"Sorry Conan, you should have thought of this before you went through my underware and read my diary.\"

The first swat with the hairbrush sent Conan into a new round of hard sobbing. Each strike sent a wave of pain through his bottom. He really really wished he hadn\'t gone through Ran\'s underware and read her diary, or at least that he hadn\'t been caught.

Now, despite everything, Ran didn\'t really like spanking him. She loved Conan and would much rather see him laughing and playing with his friends then over her lap crying. Still, she had to do this or he would never learn.

After a little bit Ran gave him five more hard swats to the center of his bottom. He cried out loudly at each one.

Ran waited until he calmed down, then started to rub the lotion on him. Conan had fully expected to be sent to the corner a second time, so he was pleasently supprised by immediatly reciving the lotion. The cool substance felt so good, slowly taking away the burning. Conan moaned as the combination of lotion and Ran\'s hand eased away the sting, almost as if it had never been.

\"I love you Conan.\" Ran told him as she squirted more lotion out of the bottle directly onto his rear.

\"I love you too, Ran nee-chan.\"