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Kompany POV
'Hart, that's enough!' Ok we lost but everyone loses matches. His comments have caused enough problems without his shitty attitude. Hart hadn't left the defenders alone, I included; he needs to learn to not point the finger but to also learn how to accept defeat. His mentor had dealt with him after the Euro's, yet I'm reluctant to call him in to deal with him.
For 24 hours now we have dealt with his whining and ranting. By now I had had enough! As captain it's my responsibility to attempt to rein him in; 'Charles Joseph John Hart, pack your shit in this instant!' Raising his eyebrows he ignored the order and strolled off. I need to consult my only alternative – his mentor.
Barry POV
He's my best mate but I swear that if he doesn't sort his shit out soon, I'm gonna deck him – seriously. 'Oi Gazza! What the fuck were you doing during that Ronaldo escapade?' That's it. 'That's enough Harty!' I punch his face and pray that it sets his shit straight. It doesn't. 'Ow! What the fuck Gaz?'
I just turned away and walked off – he really needs his mentor!
Mentor POV
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Hey Casillas!
Look mate; we have a really big problem with your boy, Hart, and we can't control him. He's being really stupid about the loss, blaming everyone except himself!
Really need your help bro
Thanks
Vinnie K
Ok, I may have a problem on my hands, Hart seems to have taken success to his head and as his mentor I need to control him now.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Could really do with your help mate! Hart's becoming a little shit again!
Cheers
Barry
So I have both his captain and his best mate complaining about Hart, I have a few days off time after speaking to Mou. Now I just need to travel out to Manchester.
To: [email protected]; [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Ok guys, give my five hours tops and I will be there.
Casillas
Hart POV
I'm gonna get my story straight right now, that loss to Real Madrid was in no shape, way or form my fault. If the defenders were doing their job properly then we wouldn't have been in the position to concede goals and lose the match.
But Gaz and Vinnie are up to something; I'm sure of it. I will get to the bottom of this. I promise!
Casillas POV
So Mou wasn't too keen on me jetting to the UK but he understood and allowed me to go with one simple message "Do the job properly, you can't be flying at the drop of a hat because of a poorly done job!" It was a simple enough message for me and I could also understand the hidden message that I can't be exhausting myself flying when we have some big matches coming up including an El Clásico, at the Nou Camp.
As much as I hate being hard and severe, that is what I need to be without appearing cruel. I'm sure Hart is in for a shock when he figures out what his friends have done.
Vinnie POV
Now comes the hard bit; we have to get Hart to the airport to meet Casillas without him suspecting a thing. 'Harty, I need your help now! I've got to go meet my sister at the airport and I don't want to be on my own. You wanna come?' He looks surprised but gives his consent with a nod of his head. 'Alright, I'll come'
Casillas POV
Kompany has just informed me that Hart is on his way with him and will be ten minutes. I leave the airport and wait where I was told to go. A car pulls up 'NO FUCKING WAY!' Hart has just figured out their trap and he walked straight into it. I get in the car and shut the door Vinnie pulls out and onto the motorway again.
'Hart, I take it you had no idea I was coming over to see you?' I ask already knowing his answer, 'U-Urm no, whatever I have done I am really sorry and it won't happen again, I promise!' ¡Puta! He's worked himself up and he's allowing himself to panic. 'Charles Joseph John Hart! You will calm yourself down this instant or else!' I really don't want to punish him before we have chance to talk, but this kind of reaction could prevent things going the way that I want them to. Thank god he's responded and is calming down.
'Vinnie, could you pull over so Hart can sit with me and talk?'
Hart POV
I was really hurt that my friends had called in my mentor but also grateful because it would clear the air. I tried to relax despite the fact that I knew that I was in deep shit.
Casillas POV
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
¡Hola!
I am safe in Manchester, Hart is really upset that his 'friends' betrayed him, I hate doing this but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Right nene?
See you soon
Adios amigo
Iker
Now to deal with Hart, not an easy task I think. 'Do you know why I'm here Joe?' If he knows that makes my job easier but if not this could take longer than I expected. 'Urm, I've been acting out? Maybe.' That helps a little but then again, no remorse, it's going to be a long night. 'That sounds like a question but that is the general bit.' By now we had pulled up outside Joe's house. 'Go inside, put the kettle on and make us a cup of tea. Ok Hart?' I didn't really care what he thought but as I needed to speak to Vinnie in private he had to go.
Vinnie POV
Casillas rounded on me, and I had no idea what to expect. 'Vinnie, tomorrow I need to watch him in the work environment; someone needs to watch over him when I'm not around... I need to see who.' He was expecting me to get the gaffer's permission for the 'enemy' to come to a training session. 'Si, I will try to get something organised.' It wasn't a promise or guarantee. '¡Gracias mi amigo!'
Casillas POV
Now it was time for the difficult part; talking to Joe and then spanking his backside so hard that he refuses to sit. 'We both know that you have done wrong Joe but do you want to talk about how to deal with this problem?' He took one look at me and said 'Right now I hurt too much to talk so I guess it's the punishment then?' He really does make it harder for himself. 'Very well, go to the study and strip, put yourself in a corner and wait for me then.'
Hart POV
Why do I suddenly feel like I am a little boy in trouble with his father? Casillas is only my mentor; yet I get the feeling that he cares about what is going to happen to me. I obey his order with no comment, head bowed so that I can't see the disappointment that is bound to be in his eyes. I arrive at the door to the study and enter already knowing that before the evening is out I will have an extremely sore backside. Training is going to be painful.
Casillas POV
I give him five minutes and the make my way up to the study, arriving and entering the little room. Joe's done as I have asked and is waiting for his next order.
'Hart turn around and listen carefully!' He does as I ask without hesitation. 'The next hour or so is going to be very painful; we are going to start off with a general spanking, then I think it is time for you to become reacquainted with my paddle and then to round things of 10 with my belt. I can't be coming out here every other week to deal with your latest temper tantrum but we will discuss that later though.' Time for talking was now over, 'Come here Joe!' He approaches fear evident in his eye. 'Bend over my lap!' Bending with the fluidity of a goalkeeper he bends over my lap and waits for the first strike.
SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK!
He's already writhing in my lap after the first ten yet we are nowhere near completion.
SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK!
SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK!
SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK!
SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK!
He begin crying after around the thirtieth smack but he hasn't surrendered yet which is what I need from him.
SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK!
SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK!
SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK!
SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK!
SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK!
No more wailing now, time to finish this part off. Putting my full weight into these final five, I put the fear into his backside allowing him to feel my anger and disappointment.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I lift him up and with a final smack I tell him 'Wait in your corner for another five minutes!' He does as I ask, limping slightly, I am doing my job then. The next part of his punishment is going to be really difficult, I think thirty with my paddle and then the ten with my belt should be enough of a precautionary measure to make this doesn't happen again too soon. Little sobs were still coming from Hart's corner, and if the feeling in my hand is anything to go by he was in a lot of pain; it serves him right.
When his five minutes were up I pulled my paddle out of my bag and called out to Joe 'Come on now, bend over the desk and hold on; you have thirty with this.' His gasp suggested that he was really afraid about this part of the punishment. 'Stay in position, I don't want to damage your back or a hand, understood?' A nod of the head and then I unleashed my fury.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
It hurts to do this to my boy, but he can't blame everyone else for his mistakes.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
He's screaming now, I need to finish this part quickly.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
My belt could wait until this evening, I pick Joe up and carry him bridal style to his room. Placing him face down on his bed, I wander into the adjoining bathroom and get a tube of aloe vera cream to soothe his backside a little bit. Besides I need to talk to him and make it clear that he is still under punishment.
'Joe can you hear me?' A nod of his head gives me my answer.
'Do you want cream on your backside?' Another nod gives his reply.
As I apply the cream, I talk to him. 'Hart, the worst of it's over, but I need to give you that ten still ok? I'm going to give you them straight before bed.' He nods, accepting his fate better than earlier.
A little while later
'Hart, bend over the end of your bed now' He does so and not wanting to draw it out any longer, I give the final ten in about twenty seconds before he can figure out what is going on.
Hart POV
It's been a week since Casillas came over to have a chat and I have been forgiven by my teammates. Iker assigned me a sub-mentor to deal with the minor issues, every Sunday evening I have to report to Micah Richards' home to talk about the previous week and then I will accept any punishment awarded to me. I'm being serious when I say that my backside is still extremely sore, but I deserved it.
THE END