The Italian Connection Chapter 2
by Aldric

Copyright 2007 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may
include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. 
Obviously, this is not real life and should be taken as
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(The idea for this story was a suggestion from a fan)

Principal Characters throughout this story include:
Lucia and Rossi, 13 years old twins
Seth, 14 years old, step brother to Lucia and Rossi
Shawn, 12 years old (Seth's brother)
Bart, 14 years old, Seth's best friend


The Italian Connection Chapter 2

About an hour after Shawn's punishment was completed, Lucia
was in her room working on her homework.  She could hear
Shawn in the room next door, which used to be her brother's
room until her dad remarried.  Now her two step brothers
shared the room and Rossi was forced to move to the guest
room.  She heard Seth come home and then heard Shawn yelling
at his brother, blaming him for the magazine that had lead
to the three strokes of the cane.

When Shawn left and Lucia could hear Seth start up the
computer, she decided to grab her video camera and see if
she could peek in to see what Seth was up to.  She stood and
listened in the hall for a few minutes to make sure Shawn
wasn't coming back before moving over to the door.  The door
was pushed closed but not latched and she could see through
the gap.

Seth's back was to her and she pushed the door open wide
enough to push the camera through the gap and then zoomed in
on the monitor screen and pressed record.  Her effort was
immediately repaid as she could make out the words on the
screen.  Seth was chatting with his best friend Bart and had
just typed a paragraph.  The words were hard to read through
the tiny monitor on the camera but she knew they would show
up fine on the computer monitor.

But she could see well enough to realize that Shawn had been
telling the truth.  Seth was telling Bart how he had hidden
the playboy in Shawn's stuff and that when it was found it
was Shawn who got in trouble for it.  Then he was asking
Bart to get him another one to replace the one that had been
thrown away.

The screen froze for a second until Bart started to respond. 
Lucia could see his response clearly and apparently Seth had
told him exactly how his brother had been punished because
Bart was laughing over the idea that Shawn had been seen
naked by his step sister and that she had hit him with a
cane.  Obviously Seth had no real love for his brother.

Knowing she had enough for now Lucia backed out and pulled
the door back closed behind her before she got caught. 
Seth's relationship with Shawn always surprised her because
with he was nearly a bully around his little brother even
though they weren't that much different in size.  Seth was
fourteen and Shawn was twelve but you wouldn't know it by
seeing them side-by-side.  Yet at school Shawn was one of
the kids who always stayed in the background and other than
Bart had no friends.

She downloaded the file from the camera to her computer and
made sure she could read the words she had captured from
Seth's chat before returning to Seth's room.  This time she
pushed the door open and walked in.

"Hey!  You can't just walk in here like that, what if I'd
been changing clothes or something," Seth said.  He quickly
pressed a button and the screen saver came up on the
monitor.

"E allora?" she said, knowing it irritated Seth when she
spoke to him in Italian.  Before he said anything she
repeated herself in English.  "So what?  You think I care if
you're changing clothes?"  She moved over to the computer
and asked, "What are you and Bart talking about?"

"None of your business!  It's private, so get out or I'll
tell your dad."

"Maybe you should tell him how you set your brother up for a
terrible punishment too."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.

"I think you do," she said.  She recited word-for-word what
he had just typed to Bart.  "It's all on the screen here,"
she said as she reached across him and restored the chat
room screen.

"It was, but now it's gone," he said, closing the program. 
"It's gone and your evidence is gone with it."

"Fine, as long as you believe that.  I'm going to go and
tell my Papa that he made a mistake and punished the wrong
boy.  I'm sure your punishment will be much more severe than
his was, especially when I tell him I tried to get you to
confess and you lied to me and tried to hide the evidence." 
She had no intention at all of telling papa, but she was
sure he didn't know that.

"And where's your proof?  Why would he believe you?  Because
he's your dad and I'm just his step son?  I don't think so."

"Oh come on, think about it.  Did I not use every word you
typed?  Do you really think that screen is the only place
those words exist?  I have my proof, and soon it'll be you
who is begging for mercy down in the study.  I think I'll
tell him to wait until Shawn is home so he can watch you
when you get it."

Seth thought for a second.  "Okay, let's say for now that
you do have some proof.  Why didn't you just go and tell
your father right from the start?  Why did you come in here
and bother me?"   He thought about his own question for a
second while Lucia stood there grinning at him.  "You want
something from me, don't you?  You don't want your dad to
know because you want me to do something.  That's it, isn't
it?  Well, too bad!  I'll take my chances with your father."

"Okay, vincete—you win.  Have it your way.  I'll give you
till after supper and then I'm telling him.  Mio papa e un
buon padre—my father is a good father so maybe he'll have
mercy on you.  But I wouldn't count on it.  Because of you
your brother was punished and when you found out you laughed
about it.  You might want to ask Shawn how it felt when I
hit him.  And expect worse because I held back some because
of his age.  It will be much worse for you."

She turned to leave but Seth called her back.  "Okay, first
do you really have any proof?"  He waited but Lucia said
nothing.  "Well, I guess you do or you wouldn't have known
what I typed. But how?  How did you know what I said?"

"E il mio segreto—it's my secret.  You come to me and Rossi
before supper and we'll decide how best to punish you.  It
will be harsh, but I'll protect your little tush from the
cane.  But you have to agree or I'll tell papa."  She
already knew what she wanted to do but including Rossi would
make it better.  He always had good ideas.  She hurried off
to his room to tell him.

Seth sat and wondered if she really did have any proof.  If
she didn't, he'd probably be better off.  But if she did,
damn, her father was big!  The punishment might be a lot
worse than he could handle.  But he knew he was setting
himself up for blackmail if he gave in.  He decided to call
Bart on the phone and tell him what was going on and to get
his advice.  And he wanted to talk to Shawn and find out
everything that had really happened before he agreed to go
to Lucia.

One look at Shawn's ass was enough to convince him.  Three
red welts passed across both cheeks and Shawn moaned in pain
when Seth touched the lines.  They were still hot to the
touch.

Just before supper he made his way to Rossi's room.  He knew
that Rossi resented having to move to the smaller room to
make way for Seth and Shawn to share his old room and he
knew that would not make life any easier on him.  Lucia and
Rossi were expecting him.

"So, you agree you want us to punish you our way instead of
the cane?  With the cane it only hurts for a few days and
then it's over.  Our way will last longer," Lucia said.

"How much longer?"

"I don't know, probably just a few, it depends on how well
you do the tasks we ask you to complete and how quickly we
get bored."  She could see he wasn't satisfied with that as
an answer so she quickly added, "I think you would get ten
with the cane.  And you have to make up for the three
strokes Shawn got because of you.  Let's say a maximum of
five or six days in all, probably less."

"And don't forget tonight!" Rossi added.

"Why, what happens tonight?"

"Rossi thinks you need to know how the cane feels.  He
thinks you should admit to teasing Shawn about his beating
until you saw his backside.  You should ask for one stroke
as a punishment and so that you know how much it hurt him."

"And just so that it hurts even more, you should ask that it
be done the same way Shawn got his—naked.  And given to you
by Lucia," Rossi said.  His grin gave away how much he would
enjoy it.

"Why naked?  Besides, my mom will be there.  She's never
even spanked me or Shawn; she'll never allow anyone to use a
cane on me.  And she won't let Lucia see me naked."

"It is how it would be done if we were in Italy.  Papa will
explain it to her.  She respects him.  I think she'll
understand."  Lucia didn't add that she had already heard
her father explaining what had been done to Shawn and why. 
And that his mother had agreed Shawn deserved it.

"Then what happens after that during the fourteen days? 
Maybe the cane would be better."

"It isn't too late for you to go and tell papa the truth. 
And keep in mind the fourteen days is a maximum.  It will
probably be less.  But we won't tell you now what will
happen; only that it is far less painful than the cane.  At
least you'll be able to sit down in class."

"Or you can take the one stroke tonight and see how it feels
and make up your mind then," Rossi said.  "I got one stroke
from her today just so she could practice and I wouldn't
want to be in line for more."

"That's a good idea," Lucia said.  "If you get one stroke
tonight I'll give you until tomorrow morning to decide if
you want to tell the truth or if you want to leave it up to
me and Rossi.  But if you don't either tell him yourself or
ask for the one stroke tonight at dinner then I'll tell him
the truth."

They left and Seth waited nervously for dinner.  He wanted
to ask his brother what to do but Shawn was still too mad at
him.  Finally he was called down to the table.

He picked at his food since he didn't have an appetite. 
Finally everyone was done eating.  He figured his brother
took three strokes, it couldn't be that bad.  And if it was
he would only get one and then he could still go for the
blackmail.  As people began to get up he stood and said,
"Wait a minute everyone.  I have a confession to make."  He
told how he had laughed at Shawn without knowing how bad it
was.

"And because of the way I made fun of him I think I deserve
one stroke myself, delivered just the way it was for Shawn. 
Then I'll know better how it feels and won't make fun of him
if it ever happens again."

The room was quiet for a few seconds.  Shawn didn't know
this was coming and his face shifted from amazement to an
evil grin.  Finally, his mother spoke.

"I wasn't sure about discipline when we first came here.  I
know it was handled differently here than how I took care of
it.  But you have always been mean to Shawn; and Shawn has
always done little things to get into trouble.  So I think
what I was doing was not working.  So I agree, I think this
will be a good lesson for you."

Seth was stunned; he had expected his mother to disapprove. 
But it was too late now.

"Lucia, you want to be the boss so you take care of it. 
Your new mother and I will clear the table and Seth can wash
the dishes when you are done.  And keep in mind the warning
I gave you this afternoon."

"Si papa," she said, trying to sound somber when instead she
was actually looking forward to what was about to happen.

Shawn, whose sore backside made sitting through dinner very
uncomfortable, immediately decided he was going to stick
around to watch.  "You deserve to get what I got," he said. 
"After all, it was your magazine that you put under my bed!"

"Shawn, I have warned you about blaming your brother without
proof.  Do you remember our discussion and what would
happen?"  Papa stood in the doorway with an arm full of
dirty dishes.  Shawn blushed and stared at the floor.  "The
fact that your brother took responsibility for teasing you
shows his character.  You should learn from him."  He waited
for a response but Shawn remained quiet.  "Do you
understand?" he asked.

Shawn nodded his head, but didn't see the expression on his
step fathers face as he began putting the dirty dishes back
on the table.  Surprisingly enough, it was Rossi who saved
him.  Rossi stepped over and whispered in his ear.

"Se signore, capisco," Shawn said in poor Italian when Rossi
stepped back.

"So, you hope to earn my favor by speaking to me in my
native language.  Tell Rossi thank you for helping you.  Say
grazie."

"Lucia, carry on," he said after Shawn repeated the word to
Rossi.  He picked up the plates he had set down and carried
them into the kitchen.

"Now its time for you to learn some Italian too," Lucia said
to Seth.  "Tell us you're sorry, say 'mi dispiace.'"

"Mi dispiace," Seth repeated.

"Now, svestirsi!  Strip!  Take off all of your clothes, fold
them neatly, and put them here on the counter."

Having to strip in front of his twelve year old brother and
thirteen year old step brother would have been embarrassing
enough for the older boy, but he made the mistake of looking
at Lucia and saw how much she was enjoying this.  "Do I have
to take them off?  Can't I just lower my pants?" he asked,
hoping to minimize his embarrassment.

"I said svestirsi, and that means strip!  I've already
decided to add an additional punishment because I had to
tell you twice; don't tempt me to add more."

"More?  But you said you would only…"

"I said nothing, it was you who admitted teasing your
brother," Lucia interrupted as Seth's mom came back in the
dining room to gather more dishes.  It wouldn't be good if
she found out this was staged.  "Papa told me to take care
of the punishment and that is exactly what I'm going to do. 
Unless you want papa to punish you instead of me.  That
would shame me, make him think I can't do it, and your
punishment would certainly be worse.  But it is your choice. 
If you want me to handle it and get it done, then do as I
say.  Otherwise, tell your mother to have her husband punish
you."

Seth had no doubt that getting the cane from his muscular
step father would be much worse.  And if he shamed her she
would get her revenge later.  So, embarrassing as it was, he
began removing his clothes, starting with his shoes and
socks.

He unbuttoned his shirt and folded it as neat as he
could—not because he cared how it was folded, but just to
stall for more time.  He did the same with his pants while
Lucia and the other stood by watching, anticipating the
removal of the last item.  Then he realized he had made it
worse by delaying as his mom and step father came in and sat
at the table.

"Uh, mom, you don't need to see this," Seth said, his face
turning red.

"I have seen you naked many times; just because you're
fourteen doesn't change that.  And I disagree; I think I do
need to see this.  I want to see how much it hurts; how much
harm it causes, and how to do it so that if this is
effective I can do it myself in the future."

Both Seth and Shawn were shocked and disappointed that their
mom would even consider doing this herself.

"Excuse me mother, but in our culture discipline is the duty
of the eldest daughter.  That would be me," Lucia said.

"We are not in Italy Lucia," her dad said.  "Perhaps your
new mother wants to use her culture in these matters."  Seth
was hopeful, being punished by her would be a lot better
than by his younger step-sister.

"Why is it so important that you maintain this part of your
culture?" Seth's mom asked her.

She couldn't say what was on her mind, that it would be so
much fun!  That answer would put an end to it right now. 
She had to have a much better answer if she was going to be
allowed to continue.  "My father is very proud he is from
Italy.  He talks about it fondly.  When my mother died and
we moved here, I know it hurt him.  That is why I continue
to use Italian around him; because I know it makes him
proud.  Rossi doesn't understand this; that is why he is
forgetting how to speak Italiano.  I do this because it is
the way things are done in Italy and to do so makes my
father very proud."  She could see this was the right
answer.  "And of course, it would be your duty to see to my
punishments, madre."

The last part completed it; both her stepmother and her
father were convinced of her sincerity.  "How do I say to
Seth and Shawn that Lucia is responsible for their
discipline now?" her stepmother asked her dad.

"Il Lucia ora e incaricato di disciplina," she said after
her husband told her the words.  "You can come to me if you
think it's unfair or unjust, but you had better be right or
I will punish you and then send you back to Lucia.  Do you
both understand?"

They both nodded their heads, clearly not looking forward to
the change in status.

"Quell ova per voi anche, Rossi," their dad said.  "Do you
still understand Italiano, or was your sister correct when
she said you had forgotten it?  Repeat back to me in English
what I said.

"You said that applies to me too," Rossi said as he gave a
look of hatred to his twin sister.  He also was not in favor
of the decision to allow his twin total control over his
discipline.

"Then carry on and show us how good you are Lucia."

"I think you will count out your punishments in Italian,"
Lucia said, taking charge immediately.  "Today, you are
lucky for you are to get only one stroke.  But here is how
to count in Italian: uno, due, tre, quattro, cinque, sei,
sette, otto, nove, dieci.  We'll work on higher numbers
later.  Have Rossi help you learn them.  If you can't count
them out correctly you'll get more practice.  Now Seth,
finish doing what I told you to do twice before."

With great embarrassment, Seth turned his back on his
audience and removed his boxers.  After putting them on the
pile with the rest of his clothes he immediately used his
hands to cover his groin and waited for Lucia to tell him
what to do next.

"Do you remember how to count to one in Italian, or do you
need Rossi to help you?"

"Uh, it was uno," Seth answered.  He was still faced away
from everyone.

"Molto buon, siete corretti.  Very good, you are correct. 
Now turn around and bend over the back of the chair."

Seth knew this was coming and was dreading it.  Now that the
moment was here he felt sick to his stomach.  Just to make
matters worse, his penis decided to react to the fact that
it was going to be seen by a thirteen year old girl and it
started to harden.  With his hands still trying to cover it,
he turned and bent over the back of the dining room chair. 
Lucia pushed his legs out to the sides until most of his
weight was on the chair.  Seth knew that from behind his
dick and balls would be visible and this made his dick
continue to harden.

"Now, wait here while I get the cane," Lucia said.

Seth hadn't anticipated this.  Now he was naked, bent over a
chair, and had to wait in that position with his brothers,
his step father, and his mother watching him.  His dick by
now had grown to a full erection.  He heard his brother
point it out quietly to Rossi and they both chuckled.

Knowing how humiliating it was for Seth, Lucia took her
time.  She peeked through the door before entering, wishing
she had her camera to record the scene in the dining room. 
But it was time to get it over with before her father became
suspicious; or worse yet, agitated.

"Remember to count after I hit you," she commanded.  She
swung the cane through the air a few times, letting Seth
hear the sound it made as it woosed through the air.  Then
she ran her finger across his buttocks, marking where she
was going to hit him.  Seth quivered beneath her touch.  She
drew back and swung one time, hitting just below the
invisible line her finger had traced.

"Ow! Shit!" Seth cried out.  He stood up and rubbed the line
she had made.

"Lucia, he isn't allowed to swear.  And he didn't count it. 
Do it again and add one," Seth's mother said.

"No please, I'm sorry, please," Seth begged, but it was
ignored by Lucia.

"Get back over the chair.  Do you remember how to count to
two?  It goes uno, due."  She traced two more lines with her
fingers, feeling Seth as he tried to push his waist into the
chair back to escape her cold touch.  This time she could
see two white lines in the redness of his buttocks.  She
swung and hit right on one of the lines.

"Uno!" Seth yelled.  "Please don't do it again, it hurts!"

Ignoring him, she swung again, just missing the second white
line.

"Ohhh!  Due!" Seth yelled, once again rising from the chair. 
"Can I get dressed now?"

"Turn around and tell your brother you are sorry, now that
you know how it feels," Lucia said.

His dick was sticking out at a forty-five degree angle from
his body.  It wasn't very impressive for a fourteen year
old, barely five inches long and not even an inch in
diameter.  His blond hair was hardly even visible.  "I'm
sorry for what I said Shawn."  He looked at Lucia, who was
picking up the pile of clothing.  "Can I have those now?" he
asked, pushing his boner up against his abdomen to try to
hide it from her gaze.

"I want you to spend ten minutes in the corner with your
hands on your head.  Then you wash and dry the dishes and
put them away.  I'll put your clothes in your room, but
after you finish you can dress for bed."  She walked towards
the stairs, taking his clothes with him.  His mother and
father left without saying a word to him and went to the
living room, where he heard the television come on.  Rossi
and Shawn decided to stay and watch as he made his way to
the corner.

"He is your big brother?" Rossi asked Shawn once everyone
else had left.  "His dick is no bigger than mine.  And he
hardly has any hair at all.  How about you, are you small
too?"

"I'm almost as big as him.  But remember, I'm only twelve."

The ten minutes passed slowly while the two boys continued
to make comments about their older brother.  They continued
the discussion when Seth moved into the kitchen.  Finally,
they got bored and went away, leaving Seth to clean the
dishes.

When he was done, he moved through the living room as
quickly as he could to get to the stairs, hoping to escape
without his mother seeing him.  His boner had diminished but
his dick was still partially hard and jutting out from his
body.

"Are you coming back down to watch television?" his mother
asked as he passed.

"No, mom, I don't think so," he said, trying to move on.

"Then tell me good night.  I think Lucia did a very good
job.  You will go and tell her I said so."

"Yes, mom, I'll be sure and pass that on.  Goodnight."  He
nearly tripped running up the steps.

But when he got to his room he found his brother, Rossi, and
Lucia all waiting for him.  He ran to his dresser to get a
pair of boxers but the drawer was empty.  "What the hell
happened to my clothes?" he asked.

"Swearing again already.  Are you sure you can take another
stroke?" Lucia asked.

"I'm sorry; I just wanted to put something on.  This wasn't
part of our deal.  Where is the stuff that was in here?"

"Deal?  What deal?" Shawn asked.

"Don't worry about it Shawn," Lucia said to him.  She looked
back at Seth and said, "Move your hands and let me see you." 
She stared at him until he finally relented and put his
hands to his sides.  His dick returned to its fully erect
state as his step sister focused on it.  She stared for a
few seconds, enjoying not only seeing a boy naked but also
the humiliation she was causing.

"Okay, we're going to make a change.  Instead of boxers,
you're going to start wearing briefs.  Since you don't have
any, Rossi has an old pair that he will loan you for
tonight.  Tomorrow after school you will stop at the store
and buy some more."

Rossi tossed a pair of blue Speedo-style briefs at him. 
Eager to have anything to wear, Seth put them on without
comment.  However, they were two sizes too small and barely
contained his balls.  His erection poked out the top.

"Oh, my, that is cute," Lucia said as the other two boys
laughed.  "You can buy them in your size, but you will buy
the same style as those.  Also, Rossi picked out the clothes
you will wear to school tomorrow.  They're hanging in your
closet."

Dreading what might be in there, Seth opened the door to his
side of the closet.  All of his long pants and long-sleeved
shirts were gone; in their place was a brightly colored
Hawaiian shirt and a pair of red board shorts.  "I can't
wear these to school tomorrow," he said.

"Why not?  We don't have a dress code.  They might be a
little tight though.  I'll get you some more clothes on my
way home tomorrow.  But I'll need a few measurements first." 
Lucia produced a tape and began measuring Seth's chest and
waist.  When she went to get his inseam, she rubbed against
his sack, which was straining through the tiny briefs.

"Please don't make me dress like this," Seth began, but
Rossi cut him off.

"You agreed to this, and tomorrow is my day.  If you keep
complaining I'll keep making it worse.  You'd better get
used to it because the more kids laugh at you the more fun
it'll be.  And the next day is Lucia's turn.

"I don't understand, why did he agree to this?" Shawn asked. 
"In fact, why did he say what he said at dinner?  That's not
like you; they put you up to this."  Then he realized there
was only one thing that could have brought this about.  "You
know I'm telling the truth about the playboy magazine.  You
know it was his, don't you.  I got punished for nothing. 
Let's go tell your dad."

"No, that wouldn't help.  We didn't know the truth until
after your punishment.  Remember, I'm the one in charge of
punishments now.  Seth isn't going to get away with what he
did to you, trust me.  It's going to be better this way."

Shawn thought about it for a few minutes, and then decided
to accept it.  His step sister was right, he had already
been punished and nothing could take that back.  Seeing his
brother get humiliated and caned had been fun, but more
would have just made him sick—he knew first hand how much
the cane hurt.  "Okay, but I hope you make it suck for him
in school.  He deserves it."

"Oh, trust us, we will," Lucia said.  "You just stay out of
it and let Rossi and me take care of it.  You can just watch
and enjoy it."

Seth began to dread the upcoming days.