Ran\'s Discipline

Wanted Discipline

He knew it was crazy. But he couldn\'t help it.

The guilt would start again, and the only way Shinichi could stop the feelings was to end up over Ran\'s lap.

He had tried to put it out of his mind. To think of something else. But he would always come back to the image of Ran crying over him.

Then he would do something he knew he wasn\'t supposed to. He would be blatent about it, wanting to be caught. Then Ran could punish him. She could hold him and tell him that he was forgiven. Then he could feel better.

Shinich was careful, never making it look like he wanted to get spanked. He always made sure to never do the same act twice in a row. That would\'ve made Ran suspicious.

The guilt would always come back though. The shortest time had been only a day. The longest had been two months. But it always came back.

None of them had been as severe as his first spanking. Even Ran admited she had overdone that one. She sometimes used her hand, other times something else. Her hairbrush, a wooden spoon, a ping-pong paddle, even Kogoro\'s belt one time when he had been particulary bad, all related to the nature of his misdeed. But they all had the same effect. He could cry out his guilt and forgive himself.

He needed this.

And now, he needed it again. He was feeling very guilty today after hearing Ran cry over him last night.

\"Conan, what do you have to say for yourself?\" Ran demanded, her hands on her hips.

\"Nothing.\" he replied quietly, staring at his feet.

\"Alright then, you know what\'s coming. I want you in my room bare-bottomed now. I\'ll be up soon.\"

\"Yes Ran.\" Conan sighed and started towards her room, careful not to let her see the slight smile on his lips.

Once there, he pulled his shorts and underware down to his ankles and lay face down on her bed. He had learned that the anticipation was part of his punishment. Ran would take her time, first taking a few minutes to calm herself down. Next, she would go over his behavior in her head before deciding whether to use her hand or something else, or a combination of implements. She never decided on how many strokes he was going to get before hand. She just stopped when she felt the punishment had been enough. Then she would collect the implement she needed, if any, before joining Conan in her room. It was the exact same ritual Ari had used with her.

He heard the door open, and lay still as Ran sat down on the bed with him. She picked him up and put him over her lap.

\"Now, you know I don\'t enjoy spanking you, don\'t you Conan?\" she asked, softly rubbing his back.

\"I know.\" he said, sounding for all the world like a penitant little boy.

\"And you know I only do this because I love you and want you to grow up to be a good person?\"

\"I know.\" the exchange of words was always the same, regardless of what he had done.

\"I think that the paddle will be enough today.\"

With that she took Conan\'s hands and pinned them to his back before raising the paddle and bringing it down on him. CRACK!

Shinichi was in tears by the third swat. He didn\'t try to stop himself from crying anymore. He wanted to hurt and be punished.

SMACK!CRACK!SMACK!

Up and down the ping-pong paddle went, for about twelve more strokes. Then Ran gave him one more extra hard smack to end it.

She put the paddle down and gently rubbed Conan\'s bright red bottom.

\"That\'s it Conan, it\'s all done.\" she told the sobbing little boy as she picked him up into a hug. This was also part of the ritual. Ran would hold him until he stopped crying, and for a few minutes afterward. She tenderly stroked his back and told him how much she loved him and that he had payed for his actions and was forgiven.

Eventually she set him on his feet and he pulled his shorts up as she told him to go out and play. He smiled brightly, and hurried to join the detective boys in whatever game they were playing. He had been cleansed of his guilt, at least for now.