Skateboarding is dumb
Title: Skateboarding is dumb
Main Characters: John/Dean
Type of Spanking: parental
Implement(s): hand
Summary: Dean is grounded...he doesn't stay that way
Word Count: 3319
“Dean Winchester, do you want a spanking?” Dad hollers up the stairs. I want to roll my eyes but lately it seemed like dad had an eye rolling detector and if he was already asking about spankings, I wasn't gonna take any chances. So I hop off the bed and hightail it to the top of the stairs.
“No, Sir.” I spit out as soon as I am in sight of him.
“Then I suggest you get your little butt down here and pick up all your crap and put it where it belongs like I asked you earlier.” Dad says as he walks away.
I hurry down the stairs and pick up my school bag and my jacket and shoes where I had left them haphazardly when I got home from school yesterday. I toss them in the closet and head into the kitchen to find a snack. Dad's sitting at the kitchen table with his journal and a bunch of books that he had borrowed from Uncle Bobby.
I figure maybe if I offer to help with the research dad might forget that he was in a spanking mood. “Hey Dad, do you need any help with that?” I ask as I sit down across from him.
Dad looks up and eyes me a little, before he shakes his head. “No, Dean, I don't need any help with this. What I need you to do is get your butt upstairs and do your homework. I don't want or need another phone call from your teacher.”
Crushed. Damn. I hate doing homework. I’d rather help with research or do a little PT. But one look at Dad and I know that he means business. I can tell he's stressing over this case and already on edge and I'm not planning on being the one to push him over it. I get up from the table and head back up to my room. I could do my homework or I could stare at the ceiling for awhile.
I enjoy staring at the ceiling, the stains up there are interesting and I like to pretend they are different things. Like Sammy likes to do with clouds, I prefer ceiling stains because one I seem to be spending a lot of time in my room lately and two no one sees me do it. I don't want people to think I'm a dork like Sammy. Fourteen is way to old to be seen laying about staring off into the clouds dreaming of castles and bears, besides the stains on the ceiling here look a lot like werewolves and witches.
The past two weekends I've been grounded so I’ve had a lot of time to spend staring off at the walls and ceilings. Being grounded kinda sucks, Dad started grounding me a lot more since I turned thirteen. Usually only when he's home on a hunt or if we're staying at Uncle Bobby's or Pastor Jim's, otherwise when it's just me and Sammy it's like I'm grounded anyway because I'm not supposed to do anything unless I bring Sammy along, and while I love that kid more than anything, it gets a little annoying having to drag him around.
I tried telling dad a few months ago that I thought Sammy was old enough to stay by himself, dad said no. I even tried to point out the fact that when I was ten he'd leave me in charge of Sammy. That just earned me a growl, so I dropped the whole thing.
But seriously I don't understand why dad won't let Sammy stay home alone. The kid is way smarter than I ever was he could handle himself for a few hours if I say wanted to go hang out with my friends at the skate park or go to the movies or something. Hell it's not even like he doesn't know about what dad hunts, he found out about that a few years ago, he can totally handle himself. He knows how to lock a door, how to lay down salt lines, and how to handle a shotgun. Plus it's not like he's tried to burn the house down or anything.
I know dad worries but how much trouble could the damn kid get into in a few hours? I just wish dad would see it that way. Instead he is insistent that I stay with Sammy at all times. That's currently why I am grounded. I let Sammy walk home from school alone while I went to the skate park with a few of the guys from school. I only left him alone for like an hour and a half. I was home in plenty of time to make him dinner and make sure he did his homework.
I also made it home just in time to see dad pull into the driveway. He was plenty pissed. I thought for a second that he was gonna whop me right then and there. Instead he grabbed my skateboard and tossed it into the trunk of the car and told me to get my butt into the house. He grounded me for the rest of the week and said that I couldn't have my skateboard back until I showed him I could be responsible with it.
I hate when he says shit like that. I am responsible most of the time but sometimes I just want to hang with my friends. I don't understand why dad doesn't get that I want to do things like that, its not like he was never a kid. I guess I understand though, he asked me to watch out for Sammy, told me to come straight home after school and I didn't. So I guess being grounded isn't so bad, it's not ideal but it could be worse I guess. I could be sporting a sore ass.
So anyway its Saturday now and Sammy is off with his friends at the roller rink or some shit and I'm stuck in my room making shapes out of stains on the ceiling. I could do my homework, but
like I said its Saturday and Sundays were made for doing homework. Although maybe doing my homework now would make dad happy.
So I climb off my bed and make my way back downstairs and grab my book bag out from the closet, when I turn back around dad is standing there. “Aren't you supposed to be in your room?”
“Yes, sir, but I was just grabbing my bag to work on my homework, like you asked me too.” I say as I hold up my bag as proof. Dad looks at me and looks at my bag, smiles a little and then turns back towards the kitchen. I head back to my room and start working on my math homework. I hate math. I really really hate math. I wish Sammy was here because then I could bribe him into doing it.
I toss my math book aside and rifle through my bag and find my English book. I look at the cover of the book for a few minutes before I toss that aside too. Fuck this. I don't want to be doing homework. What I want more than anything is to be out skateboarding with my friends.
I didn't think I’d like skateboarding, I always thought the skateboarders at the other schools that I went to were total punks, but its actually kinda fun and I'm really good at it. The guys here are pretty cool too. I wish I was out there with them right now. Guess I'll go back to staring at the ceiling again.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know Sammy is jumping on my bed telling me to wake up because its time for dinner. I shove him off the bed and he lands on the floor with a thump, I worry for a minute that he's gonna start to cry and yell for dad, but he doesn't he just sticks his tongue out at me and runs downstairs. I head after him.
Dad has out done himself. We got a meat-lovers pizza and a small veggie pizza for Sammy, some bread sticks and soda. I grab a slice and toss myself into a chair. “You get your homework done?” dad asks.
“Not unless he's figured out a way to do it in his sleep.” Sammy smirks and shoves me.
I go to punch him and dad grabs my arm. Not hard, a warning. “Knock it off. The both of you, I want to have a nice dinner, I don't want to listen to you to bitching at each other. You understand me?”
He gives both of us a glare that means he means business and I give a quick “Yes, sir.” Sammy just looks at him wide eyed and nods.
Dad asked Sammy how rollerskating was and Sammy starts to tell us all about the fun he had. I tune him out, I hate listening to him talk about having fun with other people. I mean I want him to have fun but I want him to have fun with me. I don't want him to need anyone else but me. But I guess that's a stupid thing to want because I also want to have friends and do things without him. So I'm not sure why I feel that way. I guess what it really is is that I know he's going to get so attached to these kids and when dad tells us that its time to move again Sammy will be crushed. He'll cry and pitch a fit and dad'll probably end up spanking him and then Sammy will cry some more. And we'll move anyway and Sammy will make new friends and it'll just happen all over again. I don't want Sammy to be sad.
Dinners done and dads ordered me back to my room. The ceiling awaits. Sammy runs for the TV and I hear some documentary start. Damn kid and his need to learn, I'm glad I'll be up in my room.
I fall asleep while staring at the ceiling. I must fall asleep hard because I don't even wake up when Sammy comes to bed. I wake up and its 8 am Sunday morning.
I usually wouldn't wake up that early on a Sunday but Dad is in the room turning the lights on. I moan and turn over and dad laughs “Go back to sleep Dean. Your brother and I are gonna take a ride to Pastor Jim's to get some more books for research.”
I look over at Sammy as he's throwing on clothes to go. “Can't I come?” It's not like it'll be fun or anything it's a long ass drive but it beats sitting in my room.
“Are you forgetting your grounded? Or that you have homework?” Dad asks as he kicks at my book bag, still laying on the floor.
“Oh yeah.” I say...I'm not whining I'm just bored.
“Yeah, so your brother and I are gonna go and when we get back all your homework better be done. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
I watch as dad and Sammy get into the car; Sammy is riding shotgun and it pisses me off a little. He even gives me a smug little smile as they pull out. Little shit. I head back into the house, start to head up the stairs when I realize that I have the whole house to myself. Its at least a four hour drive to Pastor Jim's and that's if they don't make any pit stops and knowing Sammy they'll be making at least two stops. Then they'll be at Pastor Jim's for at least an hour or two, dad won't just stop and grab the books and leave, there will be the obligatory visit with a cup of coffee or two, idle chitchat about me and Sammy and then they'll be back on the road home. So I have at least ten hours to myself.
I can watch TV or listen to my music something I haven't been able to do for like a whole week. I go into the kitchen and make myself a big bowl of cereal and head into the living room. I watch TV for a few hours, finish my cereal and leave the bowl on the table. I start to think about maybe doing my homework but I still have hours before dad'll be home and I have plenty of time to get it done before than.
I'm about to grab a snack when there is a knock on the door. I head over to it, check through the peephole and see that it's Cody one of the guys I go to school with. I throw open the door.
“Hey, Winchester, you still grounded? A bunch of us are gonna head over to the skate park for a bit, you want to come?”
I almost say no before I realize that I could totally go for an hour or two and still make it home in time to do my homework and make it look like I spent the entire day in my room being bored to death. Then I realize that my skateboard is in the trunk of the car.
“Love to man, but my dad confiscated my board.”
“No, problem I have an extra one if you want to use it.” Cody says with a smile.
“Give me two minutes.” I yell as I run up to my room and change. What dad doesn't know can't hurt me right?
Except I do get hurt, I was showing off on the ramp when the wheel fell of the skateboard and I totally wipe out. I land on my elbow wrong and it kills, the skin gets all scrapped of and it looks disgusting. The guys think it's pretty cool and maybe it is a little but how in the hell am I going to explain to dad how my arm got all fucked up while I was hanging out in my room.
I quickly get up and tell my buddies I have to go. I head home and go straight to the bathroom and clean up my arm. If I wear long sleeves dad won't see it and I can pretend it doesn't hurt. I’ve had injuries before I can hide this from him no problem. I'll just ice it when he isn't looking.
By the time dad and Sammy get home my homework is done and the house is clean. I'm laying on my bed looking at the ceiling when dad comes in.
“Got your homework done kiddo?” he asks sitting down on my bed.
“Yup. All done.”
“Good, lets see it?”
“What you don't believe I did it?” I say acting like I'm hurt as I reach for my bag. I figured dad would check my stuff over. I grab my bag with my right hand and my elbow kills, I try not to make a face so dad won't see. He doesn't notice.
Dad looks over my stuff and hands it back to me. “Good boy. Did you eat dinner? Sammy and I stopped and got a burger a few hours ago but I'm sure he can eat again. You want tacos?”
XXX
Dad sends me back to my room after dinner. I try to fall asleep but my arm is really killing me. I sneak off to the bathroom and take a handful of Tylenol and then head back to my bed. I wake up and my arm hurts whenever I move it, this is bad I should just tell dad but I can't do that. I take some more Tylenol and throw on a sweatshirt. I eat breakfast pretty fast and then head to school. I try to pay attention in class but my arm hurts so bad, its throbbing and I want to cry.
The teacher walks by and brushes against my arm and I yelp in pain. I'm sent to the nurses office. The nurse calls dad and we go to the hospital.
I have a small fracture on my elbow. Dad is pissed. Really pissed he hasn't even said anything to me since we left the hospital. He talked to the doctors and got my prescriptions and stuff and just walked out. I follow him to the car and he doesn't say anything. I expect him to yell but he doesn't we get home and I go into my room and he doesn't follow.
I lay down on the bed, the pain killers are kicking in. I fall asleep and when I wake up dad is sitting on the bed next to me, watching me. Its creepy but I expect him to be there.
“How you feeling bud?”
“My arm hurts.”
“Yeah, I bet it does. We need to talk about how this happened. Why didn't you tell me?”
I look down. I don't want to confess to breaking the rules.
“You didn't tell me about your arm so you wouldn't get in trouble right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So yesterday after your brother and I left, you snuck out of the house and met up with your friends, right? And you fell off the damn skateboard and hurt your arm, and instead of telling me about it, you hid it from me, tried to clean up after yourself.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Dean, I want you to look at me.” I look up “This never happens again, do you hear me? I don't care how much trouble you think your gonna be in you don't hid shit like this from me. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir. It won't happen again.”
“It better not.” Dad says as he gets up. I think he's gonna leave the room but he doesn't. He looks at me for a minute and then says “Alright, lets get this over with.” I look at him not sure what he is talking about. “Your brother is gonna be home in less than an hour, so unless you want an audience for your spanking I suggest we get this going.”
A spanking. I should have known. I guess maybe I just thought that since my arm was really hurt dad wouldn't do it. Wishful thinking I guess. I stand up and dad sits back down. I get into position.
I hate this position. The first swat always catches me off guard.
Dad makes sure that my arm is out of the way as he lays into me. Swat after stinging swat. Silent tears start dripping down my face by swat fifteen, when he moves to my sit spots I cry out and promise to never do it again. When he starts in on my thighs I howl and I can hear the neighbors dog start barking in return. Dad finishes with five quick swats to the center of my butt cheeks.
I cry over his lap for a few minutes before he helps me up. My ass in on fire. I want nothing more than to rub at it but I cant because dad takes my arms in his hand and makes me look at him in they eye.
“Now, Dean, I want this to be the last time that I have to punish you for anything as stupid as this. You know better.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, now why don't you lay down and rest for a bit. I'm gonna go pick up Sammy from school, I don't want him walking home alone.” dad pats the top of my head. “I trust that you'll stay in the house while I'm gone?”
“Yes, sir.”
Dad helps me climb into bed and covers me up. Once he's left the room I sneak a hand behind me and rub at the pain.
I was wrong skateboarding is dumb.
Main Characters: John/Dean
Type of Spanking: parental
Implement(s): hand
Summary: Dean is grounded...he doesn't stay that way
Word Count: 3319
“Dean Winchester, do you want a spanking?” Dad hollers up the stairs. I want to roll my eyes but lately it seemed like dad had an eye rolling detector and if he was already asking about spankings, I wasn't gonna take any chances. So I hop off the bed and hightail it to the top of the stairs.
“No, Sir.” I spit out as soon as I am in sight of him.
“Then I suggest you get your little butt down here and pick up all your crap and put it where it belongs like I asked you earlier.” Dad says as he walks away.
I hurry down the stairs and pick up my school bag and my jacket and shoes where I had left them haphazardly when I got home from school yesterday. I toss them in the closet and head into the kitchen to find a snack. Dad's sitting at the kitchen table with his journal and a bunch of books that he had borrowed from Uncle Bobby.
I figure maybe if I offer to help with the research dad might forget that he was in a spanking mood. “Hey Dad, do you need any help with that?” I ask as I sit down across from him.
Dad looks up and eyes me a little, before he shakes his head. “No, Dean, I don't need any help with this. What I need you to do is get your butt upstairs and do your homework. I don't want or need another phone call from your teacher.”
Crushed. Damn. I hate doing homework. I’d rather help with research or do a little PT. But one look at Dad and I know that he means business. I can tell he's stressing over this case and already on edge and I'm not planning on being the one to push him over it. I get up from the table and head back up to my room. I could do my homework or I could stare at the ceiling for awhile.
I enjoy staring at the ceiling, the stains up there are interesting and I like to pretend they are different things. Like Sammy likes to do with clouds, I prefer ceiling stains because one I seem to be spending a lot of time in my room lately and two no one sees me do it. I don't want people to think I'm a dork like Sammy. Fourteen is way to old to be seen laying about staring off into the clouds dreaming of castles and bears, besides the stains on the ceiling here look a lot like werewolves and witches.
The past two weekends I've been grounded so I’ve had a lot of time to spend staring off at the walls and ceilings. Being grounded kinda sucks, Dad started grounding me a lot more since I turned thirteen. Usually only when he's home on a hunt or if we're staying at Uncle Bobby's or Pastor Jim's, otherwise when it's just me and Sammy it's like I'm grounded anyway because I'm not supposed to do anything unless I bring Sammy along, and while I love that kid more than anything, it gets a little annoying having to drag him around.
I tried telling dad a few months ago that I thought Sammy was old enough to stay by himself, dad said no. I even tried to point out the fact that when I was ten he'd leave me in charge of Sammy. That just earned me a growl, so I dropped the whole thing.
But seriously I don't understand why dad won't let Sammy stay home alone. The kid is way smarter than I ever was he could handle himself for a few hours if I say wanted to go hang out with my friends at the skate park or go to the movies or something. Hell it's not even like he doesn't know about what dad hunts, he found out about that a few years ago, he can totally handle himself. He knows how to lock a door, how to lay down salt lines, and how to handle a shotgun. Plus it's not like he's tried to burn the house down or anything.
I know dad worries but how much trouble could the damn kid get into in a few hours? I just wish dad would see it that way. Instead he is insistent that I stay with Sammy at all times. That's currently why I am grounded. I let Sammy walk home from school alone while I went to the skate park with a few of the guys from school. I only left him alone for like an hour and a half. I was home in plenty of time to make him dinner and make sure he did his homework.
I also made it home just in time to see dad pull into the driveway. He was plenty pissed. I thought for a second that he was gonna whop me right then and there. Instead he grabbed my skateboard and tossed it into the trunk of the car and told me to get my butt into the house. He grounded me for the rest of the week and said that I couldn't have my skateboard back until I showed him I could be responsible with it.
I hate when he says shit like that. I am responsible most of the time but sometimes I just want to hang with my friends. I don't understand why dad doesn't get that I want to do things like that, its not like he was never a kid. I guess I understand though, he asked me to watch out for Sammy, told me to come straight home after school and I didn't. So I guess being grounded isn't so bad, it's not ideal but it could be worse I guess. I could be sporting a sore ass.
So anyway its Saturday now and Sammy is off with his friends at the roller rink or some shit and I'm stuck in my room making shapes out of stains on the ceiling. I could do my homework, but
like I said its Saturday and Sundays were made for doing homework. Although maybe doing my homework now would make dad happy.
So I climb off my bed and make my way back downstairs and grab my book bag out from the closet, when I turn back around dad is standing there. “Aren't you supposed to be in your room?”
“Yes, sir, but I was just grabbing my bag to work on my homework, like you asked me too.” I say as I hold up my bag as proof. Dad looks at me and looks at my bag, smiles a little and then turns back towards the kitchen. I head back to my room and start working on my math homework. I hate math. I really really hate math. I wish Sammy was here because then I could bribe him into doing it.
I toss my math book aside and rifle through my bag and find my English book. I look at the cover of the book for a few minutes before I toss that aside too. Fuck this. I don't want to be doing homework. What I want more than anything is to be out skateboarding with my friends.
I didn't think I’d like skateboarding, I always thought the skateboarders at the other schools that I went to were total punks, but its actually kinda fun and I'm really good at it. The guys here are pretty cool too. I wish I was out there with them right now. Guess I'll go back to staring at the ceiling again.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know Sammy is jumping on my bed telling me to wake up because its time for dinner. I shove him off the bed and he lands on the floor with a thump, I worry for a minute that he's gonna start to cry and yell for dad, but he doesn't he just sticks his tongue out at me and runs downstairs. I head after him.
Dad has out done himself. We got a meat-lovers pizza and a small veggie pizza for Sammy, some bread sticks and soda. I grab a slice and toss myself into a chair. “You get your homework done?” dad asks.
“Not unless he's figured out a way to do it in his sleep.” Sammy smirks and shoves me.
I go to punch him and dad grabs my arm. Not hard, a warning. “Knock it off. The both of you, I want to have a nice dinner, I don't want to listen to you to bitching at each other. You understand me?”
He gives both of us a glare that means he means business and I give a quick “Yes, sir.” Sammy just looks at him wide eyed and nods.
Dad asked Sammy how rollerskating was and Sammy starts to tell us all about the fun he had. I tune him out, I hate listening to him talk about having fun with other people. I mean I want him to have fun but I want him to have fun with me. I don't want him to need anyone else but me. But I guess that's a stupid thing to want because I also want to have friends and do things without him. So I'm not sure why I feel that way. I guess what it really is is that I know he's going to get so attached to these kids and when dad tells us that its time to move again Sammy will be crushed. He'll cry and pitch a fit and dad'll probably end up spanking him and then Sammy will cry some more. And we'll move anyway and Sammy will make new friends and it'll just happen all over again. I don't want Sammy to be sad.
Dinners done and dads ordered me back to my room. The ceiling awaits. Sammy runs for the TV and I hear some documentary start. Damn kid and his need to learn, I'm glad I'll be up in my room.
I fall asleep while staring at the ceiling. I must fall asleep hard because I don't even wake up when Sammy comes to bed. I wake up and its 8 am Sunday morning.
I usually wouldn't wake up that early on a Sunday but Dad is in the room turning the lights on. I moan and turn over and dad laughs “Go back to sleep Dean. Your brother and I are gonna take a ride to Pastor Jim's to get some more books for research.”
I look over at Sammy as he's throwing on clothes to go. “Can't I come?” It's not like it'll be fun or anything it's a long ass drive but it beats sitting in my room.
“Are you forgetting your grounded? Or that you have homework?” Dad asks as he kicks at my book bag, still laying on the floor.
“Oh yeah.” I say...I'm not whining I'm just bored.
“Yeah, so your brother and I are gonna go and when we get back all your homework better be done. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
I watch as dad and Sammy get into the car; Sammy is riding shotgun and it pisses me off a little. He even gives me a smug little smile as they pull out. Little shit. I head back into the house, start to head up the stairs when I realize that I have the whole house to myself. Its at least a four hour drive to Pastor Jim's and that's if they don't make any pit stops and knowing Sammy they'll be making at least two stops. Then they'll be at Pastor Jim's for at least an hour or two, dad won't just stop and grab the books and leave, there will be the obligatory visit with a cup of coffee or two, idle chitchat about me and Sammy and then they'll be back on the road home. So I have at least ten hours to myself.
I can watch TV or listen to my music something I haven't been able to do for like a whole week. I go into the kitchen and make myself a big bowl of cereal and head into the living room. I watch TV for a few hours, finish my cereal and leave the bowl on the table. I start to think about maybe doing my homework but I still have hours before dad'll be home and I have plenty of time to get it done before than.
I'm about to grab a snack when there is a knock on the door. I head over to it, check through the peephole and see that it's Cody one of the guys I go to school with. I throw open the door.
“Hey, Winchester, you still grounded? A bunch of us are gonna head over to the skate park for a bit, you want to come?”
I almost say no before I realize that I could totally go for an hour or two and still make it home in time to do my homework and make it look like I spent the entire day in my room being bored to death. Then I realize that my skateboard is in the trunk of the car.
“Love to man, but my dad confiscated my board.”
“No, problem I have an extra one if you want to use it.” Cody says with a smile.
“Give me two minutes.” I yell as I run up to my room and change. What dad doesn't know can't hurt me right?
Except I do get hurt, I was showing off on the ramp when the wheel fell of the skateboard and I totally wipe out. I land on my elbow wrong and it kills, the skin gets all scrapped of and it looks disgusting. The guys think it's pretty cool and maybe it is a little but how in the hell am I going to explain to dad how my arm got all fucked up while I was hanging out in my room.
I quickly get up and tell my buddies I have to go. I head home and go straight to the bathroom and clean up my arm. If I wear long sleeves dad won't see it and I can pretend it doesn't hurt. I’ve had injuries before I can hide this from him no problem. I'll just ice it when he isn't looking.
By the time dad and Sammy get home my homework is done and the house is clean. I'm laying on my bed looking at the ceiling when dad comes in.
“Got your homework done kiddo?” he asks sitting down on my bed.
“Yup. All done.”
“Good, lets see it?”
“What you don't believe I did it?” I say acting like I'm hurt as I reach for my bag. I figured dad would check my stuff over. I grab my bag with my right hand and my elbow kills, I try not to make a face so dad won't see. He doesn't notice.
Dad looks over my stuff and hands it back to me. “Good boy. Did you eat dinner? Sammy and I stopped and got a burger a few hours ago but I'm sure he can eat again. You want tacos?”
XXX
Dad sends me back to my room after dinner. I try to fall asleep but my arm is really killing me. I sneak off to the bathroom and take a handful of Tylenol and then head back to my bed. I wake up and my arm hurts whenever I move it, this is bad I should just tell dad but I can't do that. I take some more Tylenol and throw on a sweatshirt. I eat breakfast pretty fast and then head to school. I try to pay attention in class but my arm hurts so bad, its throbbing and I want to cry.
The teacher walks by and brushes against my arm and I yelp in pain. I'm sent to the nurses office. The nurse calls dad and we go to the hospital.
I have a small fracture on my elbow. Dad is pissed. Really pissed he hasn't even said anything to me since we left the hospital. He talked to the doctors and got my prescriptions and stuff and just walked out. I follow him to the car and he doesn't say anything. I expect him to yell but he doesn't we get home and I go into my room and he doesn't follow.
I lay down on the bed, the pain killers are kicking in. I fall asleep and when I wake up dad is sitting on the bed next to me, watching me. Its creepy but I expect him to be there.
“How you feeling bud?”
“My arm hurts.”
“Yeah, I bet it does. We need to talk about how this happened. Why didn't you tell me?”
I look down. I don't want to confess to breaking the rules.
“You didn't tell me about your arm so you wouldn't get in trouble right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So yesterday after your brother and I left, you snuck out of the house and met up with your friends, right? And you fell off the damn skateboard and hurt your arm, and instead of telling me about it, you hid it from me, tried to clean up after yourself.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Dean, I want you to look at me.” I look up “This never happens again, do you hear me? I don't care how much trouble you think your gonna be in you don't hid shit like this from me. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir. It won't happen again.”
“It better not.” Dad says as he gets up. I think he's gonna leave the room but he doesn't. He looks at me for a minute and then says “Alright, lets get this over with.” I look at him not sure what he is talking about. “Your brother is gonna be home in less than an hour, so unless you want an audience for your spanking I suggest we get this going.”
A spanking. I should have known. I guess maybe I just thought that since my arm was really hurt dad wouldn't do it. Wishful thinking I guess. I stand up and dad sits back down. I get into position.
I hate this position. The first swat always catches me off guard.
Dad makes sure that my arm is out of the way as he lays into me. Swat after stinging swat. Silent tears start dripping down my face by swat fifteen, when he moves to my sit spots I cry out and promise to never do it again. When he starts in on my thighs I howl and I can hear the neighbors dog start barking in return. Dad finishes with five quick swats to the center of my butt cheeks.
I cry over his lap for a few minutes before he helps me up. My ass in on fire. I want nothing more than to rub at it but I cant because dad takes my arms in his hand and makes me look at him in they eye.
“Now, Dean, I want this to be the last time that I have to punish you for anything as stupid as this. You know better.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, now why don't you lay down and rest for a bit. I'm gonna go pick up Sammy from school, I don't want him walking home alone.” dad pats the top of my head. “I trust that you'll stay in the house while I'm gone?”
“Yes, sir.”
Dad helps me climb into bed and covers me up. Once he's left the room I sneak a hand behind me and rub at the pain.
I was wrong skateboarding is dumb.