Drop Out
Title: drop out
Characters: John Winchester, Dean Winchester(16)
Scenario: spanking of teen
Implement: hand
Summary: Dean drops out of school without telling John, John is not happy...
Word count: 3470
So maybe it was a bad idea, Sammy told me as much. Repeatedly because that's what annoying little brothers do. I thought it was an okay idea, really. We needed the money. Dad was on a hunt and it was taking longer than he thought, and he left us with enough money, I was just stupid and gambled it away trying to be a big shot.
I figured out a way to get the money back, that didn't involve gambling or anything illegal. I know I shouldn't have lost the money in the first place but at least I was trying to be an adult to get the money back.
It's just a job, most parents would be happy if their kid got a job, tried to pay their own way, have spending money of their own so they weren't always bugging them for money. Well my dad isn't most parents.
He's pissed, I haven't seen him this pissed in a long time. I understand it though, I lied to him, deceived him, and out right disobeyed him. He's said before that he doesn't want me to have a job, said it'd cut in to training time, he needs me available at anytime to help him out with research and watching out for Sammy.
It's not like Sammy is a little kid anymore, he's twelve; he can watch out for himself for a few hours while I work. Hell most of the time the kid would just come home from school and sit and do his homework; maybe watch some TV or something; I don't know why I have to be there to watch him do that.
It was just supposed to be for two weeks, just long enough to make the money back. I was gonna quit before dad even got home. He'd never have to know. But then he didn't come home, the hunt was taking longer and then by the time he finished that job, he got called in on another one. I told him we still had money and that we'd be okay. He said he'd call and check in on us.
So I didn't quit my job, turns out I actually liked it. I was good at it, I had fun people to work with. Got promoted and a raise within a month, started getting more hours. Then one of the day shift people got sick and ended up in the hospital and they needed someone to help out. So I worked doubles over the weekend and then they needed help on Monday so I cut school. Then I cut school again on Wednesday and Friday.
It worked out, working days I got done in time to pick up Sammy from school, and was home to watch him. We got to hang out more. Even though Sammy said he was fine with me working afternoons I could tell that he missed having me around. Except for the training thing, I think he had gotten used to not having to train. I was tired from working all day so we didn't train that hard, but we did train.
I didn't mind missing school, I had never really liked going. So when work asked me to work a few days the next week I was up for cutting. Then all of a sudden the truancy officer showed up at the house looking for dad. Sammy was taking a shower so he wasn't around to eavesdrop on that conversation. The officer informed me that I was failing my classes and that if I didn't start showing up to school I was gonna have to repeat the year. He wanted to talk to dad but I talked him out of that. He did warn me though that if I didn't start showing up for school he was gonna come back and he was gonna have to talk to dad.
Dad would kill me no matter what if the truant officer interrupted the hunt. That's what I thought about during dinner and while Sammy and I were watching TV. It kept me up all night too. So that's when I decided that I could just drop out of school. It would be easier. For everybody.
I could work during the day, be there for Sammy during the afternoon, I'd step up the training. We wouldn't have to worry about truant officers poking around, or guidance counselors, principals, or teachers calling. It seriously would make it easier for all of us. I'd have more time for helping dad for hunts too, I could be researching future hunts for him instead of English papers or physics. I could prep weapons, make bullets, sharpen things.
So I told the school that I wouldn't be back, signed the papers and then went to work. I was getting awesome hours and the manager said I showed great potential. I made enough money to cover what I lost, and kept Sammy and I eating good. No more grilled cheese and bologna sandwiches. Sammy and I even went out to dinner a few times, and we went to the movies and didn't sneak anything in, I paid full price for everything. It was fun.
Life was good. Until this morning, when I was at work. I was going about my morning routine when a coworker informed me that there was a very angry customer at the front counter asking for me. I wasn't expecting dad to be standing there fuming, he didn't even let me explain or anything just grabbed my arm and yanked me out of there. I didn't even get to tell my boss anything.
I was so embarrassed, I tried getting out of his grip but that just seemed to make him hold on tighter. I told him to let go, I asked him to let go, and then I pretty much begged him. He finally dropped my arm and told me to get my ass in the car as he walked over to the drivers side. I tried telling him that I needed to go back in and tell them that I had to leave. Dad said that if they were smart they'd figure out that I had to leave and wouldn't be coming back. And that if I knew what was good for me I'd get my ass in the car before he put me in himself.
I stood my ground though, told him that I needed to be responsible and tell my coworkers that I was going, I turned and looked back at the building and could see a handful of them peaking out the window watching the drama unfold. I knew dad would be upset but didn't think he'd be this pissed. I didn't expect him to come back around the car, I sure as hell didn't expect the five hard as nails swats to my ass as he put me in the car.
Seriously he swatted me, like I was a toddler and he did it right in front of my friends. He hasn't swatted me in a long time. He was so pissed, he slammed the door after and stomped around to his side and then slammed his door too. I tried to say something to him and he slammed his hands on the steering wheel and growled. “Damn it Dean, just shut your mouth. I don't wanna hear a word out of your mouth, so shut it until I ask you to open it. Do you understand me?”
Dad hadn't yelled at me like that in a long time, I didn't know what to say. I think I gulped a little and nodded. I waited for him to say 'can't hear your head rattle' but he didn't; he just started up the car and drove home. He pulled up in front of the house and put the car in park. He barked “Get your ass in the house now!”
I double timed it into the house, not wanting another scene to play out in public. I ran for my room. I needed to to think, think of a way to get dad to calm down. I expected him to be mad but he was beyond mad, he was swatting mad. I'm sixteen for Christ sakes, I'm too old to be swatted let alone in public. I'm never gonna be able to show my face in this town again. My co-workers and customers had watched me get spanked; it was gonna be all over town. Everyone was gonna know that Dean Winchesters daddy had given him a spankin. Oh god, I could die of embarrassment.
Dad came into my room about a half hour later, he didn't even bother knocking just walked right in. He looked more pissed than he had earlier. He started pacing my room, ordered me to sit my ass down. Then he started in. “What in the hell were you thinking? Are you out of your mind. Do you have any idea why I'm so pissed right now Dean?” I started to answer him and he gave me the look before continuing “I thought I told you to keep your mouth shut, until I told you to open it. Did you forget how to follow orders while I was away, huh Dean? Because I seem to remember giving you the order to go to school before I left. I also seem to remember having a conversation with you awhile back about you not getting a job. I come back from a hunt, stop by the school to pick you up early. Take you to lunch as a thank you, as an apology for being gone for so long and for you doing such a good job taking care of your little brother. Imagine my shock when I go to the school office and say that I needed you out for a doctors appointment. Imagine how stupid I looked when they told me that my son no longer went to this particular school. I got worried for a minute kid, thought maybe I had finally lost my mind and had gone to the wrong school, hell maybe I was even in the wrong town. Then I thought maybe something had happened something had hurt you or Sammy and you couldn't reach me. Started to freak out, until the principal came out and informed me that you had dropped out and that he was pretty sure you had served him breakfast a few days back over at the local burger joint.”
“Do you want to tell me what in the hell you were thinking? Dropping out of school? Disobeying a direct order.” he stopped yelling then and just looked at me before barking “Well?”
I was gonna say something smart like 'oh now I can talk' but one look at his face made me think better of it. I took a deep breath and told him everything, thought it was best to come clean. Told him about losing the money, about trying to get it back about liking the job, I told him about how it was gonna be easier now without me having to worry about school. How I could be more helpful with the hunts and with Sammy. Dad just snorted. I tried to tell him that I had thought it all out. That I was trying to be an adult. That got dad into yelling again.
“An Adult? You were trying to be an adult? An adult wouldn't have lost the money in the first place. An adult would have been honest with me, told me straight up that you lost the money, that's what an adult would have done. An adult wouldn't have lied to me for weeks.” dad stopped pacing for a minute, ran a hand over his face. “Christ Dean, I know I ask you to do a lot for me, your more responsible than most adults I know, but fuck, Dean-o you really didn't think this through.”
I started to tell him again how much thought I had put into it, how this was gonna be easier for all of us but he just held up his hand and said “Don't you interrupt me Dean. I know you think you thought this through but you didn't. Your sixteen years old, you can't make decisions about your life without consulting me. You are not old enough to drop out of school without talking to me first. You went behind my back, you know why Dean? Because you knew that I would be against it. You know I don't like you missing school, cutting a class or two is one thing, a whole day is another and dropping out is unacceptable and you know it.”
“I know that you think you were helping out and I appreciate it, although you went about it all wrong, you shouldn't have lost the money in the first place, but if you would have been honest with me about it we'd be in an entirely different situation right now, I wouldn't be so pissed at you.”
“Dean your sixteen years old, your smarter and more responsible than just about anyone but dammit if I don't have the urge to spank you like I did when you were ten. You lied to me Dean, you disobeyed direct orders, standing orders that have been in place since before Sammy could walk. You know better. We don't draw attention to ourselves, you don't do things without asking me or at least telling me. Do you understand?”
I just nod because I'm not sure if I'm supposed to talk. “Good, and just so you know, just so we're clear on this when we get settled into the next place you are going back to school. You want to drop out your ass can wait until you turn eighteen, until then your butt is in class everyday unless I say otherwise. Now I have a few things that I need to finish up in town, and I gotta make a trip out to Bobby's before we move so we'll be here for a week or two more, if you want to go back to work for those couple days, you can.”
I shake my head no, “I can't show my face there again dad, you dragged me out of there and then spanked me in the parking lot, I can't go back there ever.”
“Oh Dean-o that wasn't a spanking, that was a sneak peak of what was to come. Obviously I haven't spanked you in a long time if you have forgotten what an actual spanking was.”
I wanted to laugh until the words set in. He said it was a sneak peak of what was to come, like there was gonna be more, but he couldn't be serious, he couldn't possibly think that he was gonna spank me, I'm sixteen for crying out loud. “Dad, you can't be serious.”
“Oh Dean-O I'm afraid I am. Apparently I've been a little to lax lately and you somehow got it into that thick skull of yours that you can go around doing what you want, without consequences. You've been plucking my nerves lately, I should have given you a good spanking before I left when you missed curfew or last month when you got into that fight at school, or right before Christmas when you sassed that teacher and I had to do some fancy wordplay with your principal to keep you from being suspended.”
I cringed a little at that because I was still thanking my lucky stars that he hadn't whooped me for those things. “I'm thinking maybe if I would have givin you a good lickin' back then we might not be in this situation.”
“I'm to old Dad.”
“Dean, I'm gonna stop you right there, you can try all those arguments that Sammy is so fond of using but it's not gonna change my mind. So I suggest you just save your breath.” dad looked around the room for a second and then looked back at me. “So kiddo, where do you want to do this? We can do it here, in my room, or out in the living room. You're not to old for a spanking but you might be to big to go over my knee. It might be easier if you leaned over the couch, or maybe over that desk chair. I'll leave it up to you.”
Dad had never asked me my opinion on a spanking before. I wasn't sure what to say. I'd always been spanked over his knee or his hip for quick ones. I wasn't sure what to say. “Ain't got all day son, your brothers gonna be getting home from school soon; I'm sure you don't want him to witness it.”
“I guess in here is fine, the desk chair if you don't wanna do it over your knee.”
“We can try over my knee if you want.” Dad offered.
So that's how I found myself bent over my daddy's knee with my pants around my ankles and my dads big old mitts whacking away at my behind. Sixteen and getting my butt smacked. I was glad for a moment that Sammy wasn't here to see it, he'd have a field day making fun of me for getting a spanking, even though it seems like he's over dad's knee every other week or so. But he's twelve and I'm sixteen- practically a man and I'm crying like a baby.
Dad doesn't go easy, not one bit; it hurts more than I remember any other spanking hurting. It seemed like dad wasn't holding anything back. Swat after swat, my entire ass as on fire. He hit every part of it, nailed that butt thigh crease and even nailed the tops of my legs a few times. I bawled and apologized and dad just spanked. Finally after what seemed like an eternity dad stopped. Helped me up and gave me a hug. I didn't hug back but dad didn't hold it against me.
He just ruffled my hair and then told me to lay down for a bit; he was gonna go pick Sammy up from school and then stop and get us some food. He all but tucked me into bed before giving me a kiss on the head and leaving. I cried a little more, tried to pull myself together before Sammy got home and figured out what happened. Before I knew it I had dozed off.
I woke up to Sammy pouncing on me. “Dean; Dean, DEAN!! Wake up, Dads home and he says he's gonna teach me to drive this weekend.” Sammy happily announced. I rolled over to avoid a bouncing Sammy and hissed as my ass made contact with the mattress. “What's a matter Dean? Are you okay? Have you been crying?”
Sammy started asking questions as soon as he saw my face. “Shut up Sammy.” I said as I playfully pushed him off the bed. We started to wrestle and dad came in to break us up.
“What in the world is going on in here?” his voice boomed.
Sammy and I both answered “Nothing” at the same time and dad laughed.
“I thought I told you to get your brother down for dinner, Sam? I don't remember asking you to pummel him.”
“I was getting him dad, but he was sleeping and look at him he's been crying, I just asked him what was wrong and he pushed me off the bed.” Sam said with a pout and his best puppy-dog eyes. “I didn't do anything.”
Dad laughed again and pulled us both up off the floor, he gave Sammy a swat and sent him on his way, he did the same to me and it almost caused me to burst into tears. I held it back though, dad pulled me into a one armed hug and dragged me towards the kitchen. Sammy was sitting at the table already digging into bags of food from the restaurant. “Hey, Sammy I forgot the drinks in the car why don't you run grab them quick.” we both watched Sam run for the car. “I stopped by your restaurant, had a talk with the manager there, apologized for what happened. Explained to him about the school situation; he hadn't realized that you dropped out, didn't even realize that you were still in high school.” I blushed at that, I had lied on my application. “He's gonna have your last paycheck ready for you at the end of next week, we're gonna be hitting the road after that.”
“I gotta tell you Dean, those guys had nothing but good things to say about you, they said they're sorry to see you go. You are a good boy.”
Characters: John Winchester, Dean Winchester(16)
Scenario: spanking of teen
Implement: hand
Summary: Dean drops out of school without telling John, John is not happy...
Word count: 3470
So maybe it was a bad idea, Sammy told me as much. Repeatedly because that's what annoying little brothers do. I thought it was an okay idea, really. We needed the money. Dad was on a hunt and it was taking longer than he thought, and he left us with enough money, I was just stupid and gambled it away trying to be a big shot.
I figured out a way to get the money back, that didn't involve gambling or anything illegal. I know I shouldn't have lost the money in the first place but at least I was trying to be an adult to get the money back.
It's just a job, most parents would be happy if their kid got a job, tried to pay their own way, have spending money of their own so they weren't always bugging them for money. Well my dad isn't most parents.
He's pissed, I haven't seen him this pissed in a long time. I understand it though, I lied to him, deceived him, and out right disobeyed him. He's said before that he doesn't want me to have a job, said it'd cut in to training time, he needs me available at anytime to help him out with research and watching out for Sammy.
It's not like Sammy is a little kid anymore, he's twelve; he can watch out for himself for a few hours while I work. Hell most of the time the kid would just come home from school and sit and do his homework; maybe watch some TV or something; I don't know why I have to be there to watch him do that.
It was just supposed to be for two weeks, just long enough to make the money back. I was gonna quit before dad even got home. He'd never have to know. But then he didn't come home, the hunt was taking longer and then by the time he finished that job, he got called in on another one. I told him we still had money and that we'd be okay. He said he'd call and check in on us.
So I didn't quit my job, turns out I actually liked it. I was good at it, I had fun people to work with. Got promoted and a raise within a month, started getting more hours. Then one of the day shift people got sick and ended up in the hospital and they needed someone to help out. So I worked doubles over the weekend and then they needed help on Monday so I cut school. Then I cut school again on Wednesday and Friday.
It worked out, working days I got done in time to pick up Sammy from school, and was home to watch him. We got to hang out more. Even though Sammy said he was fine with me working afternoons I could tell that he missed having me around. Except for the training thing, I think he had gotten used to not having to train. I was tired from working all day so we didn't train that hard, but we did train.
I didn't mind missing school, I had never really liked going. So when work asked me to work a few days the next week I was up for cutting. Then all of a sudden the truancy officer showed up at the house looking for dad. Sammy was taking a shower so he wasn't around to eavesdrop on that conversation. The officer informed me that I was failing my classes and that if I didn't start showing up to school I was gonna have to repeat the year. He wanted to talk to dad but I talked him out of that. He did warn me though that if I didn't start showing up for school he was gonna come back and he was gonna have to talk to dad.
Dad would kill me no matter what if the truant officer interrupted the hunt. That's what I thought about during dinner and while Sammy and I were watching TV. It kept me up all night too. So that's when I decided that I could just drop out of school. It would be easier. For everybody.
I could work during the day, be there for Sammy during the afternoon, I'd step up the training. We wouldn't have to worry about truant officers poking around, or guidance counselors, principals, or teachers calling. It seriously would make it easier for all of us. I'd have more time for helping dad for hunts too, I could be researching future hunts for him instead of English papers or physics. I could prep weapons, make bullets, sharpen things.
So I told the school that I wouldn't be back, signed the papers and then went to work. I was getting awesome hours and the manager said I showed great potential. I made enough money to cover what I lost, and kept Sammy and I eating good. No more grilled cheese and bologna sandwiches. Sammy and I even went out to dinner a few times, and we went to the movies and didn't sneak anything in, I paid full price for everything. It was fun.
Life was good. Until this morning, when I was at work. I was going about my morning routine when a coworker informed me that there was a very angry customer at the front counter asking for me. I wasn't expecting dad to be standing there fuming, he didn't even let me explain or anything just grabbed my arm and yanked me out of there. I didn't even get to tell my boss anything.
I was so embarrassed, I tried getting out of his grip but that just seemed to make him hold on tighter. I told him to let go, I asked him to let go, and then I pretty much begged him. He finally dropped my arm and told me to get my ass in the car as he walked over to the drivers side. I tried telling him that I needed to go back in and tell them that I had to leave. Dad said that if they were smart they'd figure out that I had to leave and wouldn't be coming back. And that if I knew what was good for me I'd get my ass in the car before he put me in himself.
I stood my ground though, told him that I needed to be responsible and tell my coworkers that I was going, I turned and looked back at the building and could see a handful of them peaking out the window watching the drama unfold. I knew dad would be upset but didn't think he'd be this pissed. I didn't expect him to come back around the car, I sure as hell didn't expect the five hard as nails swats to my ass as he put me in the car.
Seriously he swatted me, like I was a toddler and he did it right in front of my friends. He hasn't swatted me in a long time. He was so pissed, he slammed the door after and stomped around to his side and then slammed his door too. I tried to say something to him and he slammed his hands on the steering wheel and growled. “Damn it Dean, just shut your mouth. I don't wanna hear a word out of your mouth, so shut it until I ask you to open it. Do you understand me?”
Dad hadn't yelled at me like that in a long time, I didn't know what to say. I think I gulped a little and nodded. I waited for him to say 'can't hear your head rattle' but he didn't; he just started up the car and drove home. He pulled up in front of the house and put the car in park. He barked “Get your ass in the house now!”
I double timed it into the house, not wanting another scene to play out in public. I ran for my room. I needed to to think, think of a way to get dad to calm down. I expected him to be mad but he was beyond mad, he was swatting mad. I'm sixteen for Christ sakes, I'm too old to be swatted let alone in public. I'm never gonna be able to show my face in this town again. My co-workers and customers had watched me get spanked; it was gonna be all over town. Everyone was gonna know that Dean Winchesters daddy had given him a spankin. Oh god, I could die of embarrassment.
Dad came into my room about a half hour later, he didn't even bother knocking just walked right in. He looked more pissed than he had earlier. He started pacing my room, ordered me to sit my ass down. Then he started in. “What in the hell were you thinking? Are you out of your mind. Do you have any idea why I'm so pissed right now Dean?” I started to answer him and he gave me the look before continuing “I thought I told you to keep your mouth shut, until I told you to open it. Did you forget how to follow orders while I was away, huh Dean? Because I seem to remember giving you the order to go to school before I left. I also seem to remember having a conversation with you awhile back about you not getting a job. I come back from a hunt, stop by the school to pick you up early. Take you to lunch as a thank you, as an apology for being gone for so long and for you doing such a good job taking care of your little brother. Imagine my shock when I go to the school office and say that I needed you out for a doctors appointment. Imagine how stupid I looked when they told me that my son no longer went to this particular school. I got worried for a minute kid, thought maybe I had finally lost my mind and had gone to the wrong school, hell maybe I was even in the wrong town. Then I thought maybe something had happened something had hurt you or Sammy and you couldn't reach me. Started to freak out, until the principal came out and informed me that you had dropped out and that he was pretty sure you had served him breakfast a few days back over at the local burger joint.”
“Do you want to tell me what in the hell you were thinking? Dropping out of school? Disobeying a direct order.” he stopped yelling then and just looked at me before barking “Well?”
I was gonna say something smart like 'oh now I can talk' but one look at his face made me think better of it. I took a deep breath and told him everything, thought it was best to come clean. Told him about losing the money, about trying to get it back about liking the job, I told him about how it was gonna be easier now without me having to worry about school. How I could be more helpful with the hunts and with Sammy. Dad just snorted. I tried to tell him that I had thought it all out. That I was trying to be an adult. That got dad into yelling again.
“An Adult? You were trying to be an adult? An adult wouldn't have lost the money in the first place. An adult would have been honest with me, told me straight up that you lost the money, that's what an adult would have done. An adult wouldn't have lied to me for weeks.” dad stopped pacing for a minute, ran a hand over his face. “Christ Dean, I know I ask you to do a lot for me, your more responsible than most adults I know, but fuck, Dean-o you really didn't think this through.”
I started to tell him again how much thought I had put into it, how this was gonna be easier for all of us but he just held up his hand and said “Don't you interrupt me Dean. I know you think you thought this through but you didn't. Your sixteen years old, you can't make decisions about your life without consulting me. You are not old enough to drop out of school without talking to me first. You went behind my back, you know why Dean? Because you knew that I would be against it. You know I don't like you missing school, cutting a class or two is one thing, a whole day is another and dropping out is unacceptable and you know it.”
“I know that you think you were helping out and I appreciate it, although you went about it all wrong, you shouldn't have lost the money in the first place, but if you would have been honest with me about it we'd be in an entirely different situation right now, I wouldn't be so pissed at you.”
“Dean your sixteen years old, your smarter and more responsible than just about anyone but dammit if I don't have the urge to spank you like I did when you were ten. You lied to me Dean, you disobeyed direct orders, standing orders that have been in place since before Sammy could walk. You know better. We don't draw attention to ourselves, you don't do things without asking me or at least telling me. Do you understand?”
I just nod because I'm not sure if I'm supposed to talk. “Good, and just so you know, just so we're clear on this when we get settled into the next place you are going back to school. You want to drop out your ass can wait until you turn eighteen, until then your butt is in class everyday unless I say otherwise. Now I have a few things that I need to finish up in town, and I gotta make a trip out to Bobby's before we move so we'll be here for a week or two more, if you want to go back to work for those couple days, you can.”
I shake my head no, “I can't show my face there again dad, you dragged me out of there and then spanked me in the parking lot, I can't go back there ever.”
“Oh Dean-o that wasn't a spanking, that was a sneak peak of what was to come. Obviously I haven't spanked you in a long time if you have forgotten what an actual spanking was.”
I wanted to laugh until the words set in. He said it was a sneak peak of what was to come, like there was gonna be more, but he couldn't be serious, he couldn't possibly think that he was gonna spank me, I'm sixteen for crying out loud. “Dad, you can't be serious.”
“Oh Dean-O I'm afraid I am. Apparently I've been a little to lax lately and you somehow got it into that thick skull of yours that you can go around doing what you want, without consequences. You've been plucking my nerves lately, I should have given you a good spanking before I left when you missed curfew or last month when you got into that fight at school, or right before Christmas when you sassed that teacher and I had to do some fancy wordplay with your principal to keep you from being suspended.”
I cringed a little at that because I was still thanking my lucky stars that he hadn't whooped me for those things. “I'm thinking maybe if I would have givin you a good lickin' back then we might not be in this situation.”
“I'm to old Dad.”
“Dean, I'm gonna stop you right there, you can try all those arguments that Sammy is so fond of using but it's not gonna change my mind. So I suggest you just save your breath.” dad looked around the room for a second and then looked back at me. “So kiddo, where do you want to do this? We can do it here, in my room, or out in the living room. You're not to old for a spanking but you might be to big to go over my knee. It might be easier if you leaned over the couch, or maybe over that desk chair. I'll leave it up to you.”
Dad had never asked me my opinion on a spanking before. I wasn't sure what to say. I'd always been spanked over his knee or his hip for quick ones. I wasn't sure what to say. “Ain't got all day son, your brothers gonna be getting home from school soon; I'm sure you don't want him to witness it.”
“I guess in here is fine, the desk chair if you don't wanna do it over your knee.”
“We can try over my knee if you want.” Dad offered.
So that's how I found myself bent over my daddy's knee with my pants around my ankles and my dads big old mitts whacking away at my behind. Sixteen and getting my butt smacked. I was glad for a moment that Sammy wasn't here to see it, he'd have a field day making fun of me for getting a spanking, even though it seems like he's over dad's knee every other week or so. But he's twelve and I'm sixteen- practically a man and I'm crying like a baby.
Dad doesn't go easy, not one bit; it hurts more than I remember any other spanking hurting. It seemed like dad wasn't holding anything back. Swat after swat, my entire ass as on fire. He hit every part of it, nailed that butt thigh crease and even nailed the tops of my legs a few times. I bawled and apologized and dad just spanked. Finally after what seemed like an eternity dad stopped. Helped me up and gave me a hug. I didn't hug back but dad didn't hold it against me.
He just ruffled my hair and then told me to lay down for a bit; he was gonna go pick Sammy up from school and then stop and get us some food. He all but tucked me into bed before giving me a kiss on the head and leaving. I cried a little more, tried to pull myself together before Sammy got home and figured out what happened. Before I knew it I had dozed off.
I woke up to Sammy pouncing on me. “Dean; Dean, DEAN!! Wake up, Dads home and he says he's gonna teach me to drive this weekend.” Sammy happily announced. I rolled over to avoid a bouncing Sammy and hissed as my ass made contact with the mattress. “What's a matter Dean? Are you okay? Have you been crying?”
Sammy started asking questions as soon as he saw my face. “Shut up Sammy.” I said as I playfully pushed him off the bed. We started to wrestle and dad came in to break us up.
“What in the world is going on in here?” his voice boomed.
Sammy and I both answered “Nothing” at the same time and dad laughed.
“I thought I told you to get your brother down for dinner, Sam? I don't remember asking you to pummel him.”
“I was getting him dad, but he was sleeping and look at him he's been crying, I just asked him what was wrong and he pushed me off the bed.” Sam said with a pout and his best puppy-dog eyes. “I didn't do anything.”
Dad laughed again and pulled us both up off the floor, he gave Sammy a swat and sent him on his way, he did the same to me and it almost caused me to burst into tears. I held it back though, dad pulled me into a one armed hug and dragged me towards the kitchen. Sammy was sitting at the table already digging into bags of food from the restaurant. “Hey, Sammy I forgot the drinks in the car why don't you run grab them quick.” we both watched Sam run for the car. “I stopped by your restaurant, had a talk with the manager there, apologized for what happened. Explained to him about the school situation; he hadn't realized that you dropped out, didn't even realize that you were still in high school.” I blushed at that, I had lied on my application. “He's gonna have your last paycheck ready for you at the end of next week, we're gonna be hitting the road after that.”
“I gotta tell you Dean, those guys had nothing but good things to say about you, they said they're sorry to see you go. You are a good boy.”