Trouble for Sammy
Title: Trouble for Sammy
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/ Sam John/ Sam
Type of Spanking: Parental
Implement(s): Hand Belt
Summary: John's on a hunt, Sam's grounded and Dean's on watch. Sam lies to Dean it doesn't turn out well.
Word Count: 3714
I have a pit in my stomach and I feel flushed all over. I have been lying for the past couple of days and at first I thought I could get away with it, but all day today I've had this really bad feeling. The pit in my stomach just keeps getting bigger and bigger and I feel like I'm gonna barf.
I'm like 98% sure that Dean knows I've been lying, and I'm 99% sure that Deans gonna tell dad and I'm like 99.999% sure that dads gonna kick my ass. Usually Dean wouldn't rat me out, hell usually I wouldn't even lie to him. I'm not sure how the hell I get myself into these situations. FUCK!
It started out as a simple lie. Just a small one, a baby lie. I told Dean I needed to go to the library. I've been on restriction for talking back to dad, not supposed to leave the house at all; except for school. But I've been on restriction for like two months now and I couldn't take it anymore. Dad's on a hunting trip and Dean as always had to stay behind to babysit me. I could tell Dean was getting a little sick of having to look after me. So I tossed that into the conversation about the library. I told him that I could go and while I was there he could spend time with Suzy from the little grocery store by our current residence. I know that I shouldn't have done that, but I know Dean's love for girls and figured he couldn't resist a little alone time.
I told Dean that a group of people from my history class were getting together for a study session before our final exams; it was only gonna be for two hours. I even told him that if he wanted to spend a little more time with Suzy I'd spend a little more time there researching the next hunt that dad had mentioned. Dean hemmed and hawed about it for a few minutes before agreeing to let me go. He said he'd drop me off after our training session at four and then pick me up at 8. He wanted to bring Suzy to dinner and a movie. Dean promised to kick my ass if I wasn't waiting for him at 8 and if I mentioned any of this to dad.
Dean dropped me off at the library at 4, I walked in, waited for Dean to leave and then walked around back to meet my friends. Jimmy was a year older than the rest of us. He'd been held back in first grade but he was cool and he had a learners permit. A learners permit and parents who were out of town. His parents had left him alone, trusting him, with the car keys and the family station wagon.
Mark's dad was part owner of a few little chain stores that sold random things including cleaning supplies. We'd learned in science about making explosives with cleaning fluids and tinfoil. Mr. Carvers wouldn't let us try it in class but we figured we could try it out of class. Mark had been pilfering The Works from his dads place and Tim’s been saving plastic bottles and I had a backpack full of tinfoil that I'd been saving from all our takeout dinners. Jason knew of a place by his grandparents house that had a clearing. It was only a half hour drive from the library. So we figured that we could drive out there, watch things explode and drive back before anyone knew we were missing.
It worked too, we had so much fun and made it back to town with out being busted. Jimmy dropped me off at the back of the library and I made it out front with minutes to spare. Dean didn't even ask me about my study group just told me in detail about Suzy's boobs. Two days later at school Jimmy asked us if we wanted to go out again. His parents would be home in a few days and he wanted to drive around more before they got back. Mark, Tim and Jason were all in, but I wasn't sure. Dean was supposed to pick me up after school and we were supposed to head out to the training course that dad had set up for us for an hour before we headed home for the night. But Dean sent me a message during lunch saying that he was gonna be a half hour late and that I needed to wait at school for him to pick me up. That's when I figured I had a clear window to go. I figured that I'd tell Dean that I didn't get the message and that I just figured I was supposed to walk to the course.
After school we all rode the bus to Jimmy's house, climbed into his wagon and drove off. We headed out to the corn fields and had a blast. Jimmy was doing donuts and whippin shittys it was awesome. Mark tried to talk Jimmy into letting him drive for a little bit but Jimmy said no. He didn't want to risk anyone fucking up his parents care. Mark was a little upset but we still had fun. Too much fun because all of a sudden it was getting dark out. I had Jimmy drop me off at the back of the course and hopped like hell that Dean hadn't been out there yet. I was so dead I knew it, Dean was gonna kill me.
But miracle of miracles Dean wasn't there and I started making my way towards the beginning of the course and arrived just in time to see Dean pull up. I'm not even sure if he put the car into park before he jumped out and ran to me. His hands were on me, checking to make sure I was okay. He started in asking me where the hell I'd been and what the hell I was thinking. Seeing how scared he was scared the crap out of me. I started to cry; which is stupid but it helped me out. I started apologizing and saying that when Dean hadn't shown up at school I just figured I was supposed to come out to the course and work out. I said I figured Dean would meet me there.
Dean totally bought it, he apologized for being late to pick me up and for scaring me. He begged me not to tell dad that he didn't pick me up from school. That made me feel bad, that not only had I worried him but that I made him feel like he was gonna get in trouble with dad. I felt like an ass. But then Dean called me a little bitch for crying and punched me hard in the gut. Then he laughed and said that I need to learn to fight better.
The next two days went by without incident and then I woke up this morning to find a newspaper sitting on the table. There was an article on the front page talking about how some vandals had been causing havoc around town. They talked about the cops finding remnants of the works bombs and several farmers complained about the destruction of their corn fields. Apparently some locals were trying to say that the cornfields were actually crop circles and that we were should be watching out for alien activity. They had aerial pictures of the damage to the crops. It wasn't pretty, I hadn't realized in all of our fun that we were causing that much damage. I tossed the paper before Dean got out of the bathroom and didn't mention it.
My stomach started to hurt right after that and it only got worse the rest of the day. Jimmy's parents had come home a night early and noticed that the car was parked in the wrong spot and upon further inspection they noticed some corn stalk stuck in the undercarriage. According to Jimmy his parents reamed him out something awful, he was grounded for the next century and they were even talking about not letting him get his license. At lunch he started talking about running away. The front page story was pretty much all anyone could talk about at school. He knew once his parents put it together they'd kill him. Right after lunch he was called to the principals office.
I have science class right after lunch, science class is located right across from the principals office. I noticed the cops as I was going into class, so when I heard the overhead announcement for Jimmy to report to the principals office I kinda figured that his parents realized that he was part of the vandals. I liked Jimmy he was a good kid but I didn't know him enough to know if I could trust him not to rat us out.
If Jimmy mentioned my name, I had no doubt that I'd be called into the office and that dad would be called to join. Dad would freak the fuck out if the school called him while he was away on a hunt. I thought for sure I was gonna puke. The last three hours of school just drug on. Every time the overhead speaker clicked on I thought this is it. During last period I got a message from Dean telling me to take the bus straight home after school.
We live in a shittier part of town so its the last stop on the bus, I ride by myself the last twenty minutes and all I can think about is how bad dads gone kill me. I lectured myself for being so stupid, for doing something illegal with people I didn’t know very well and couldn't trust. For lying to my brother and thereby my father. For being so stupid to think that creating explosives could be fun and not at all dangerous, for allowing myself to be driven around by and underage driver. By the time I got off the bus my stomach hurt so bad I thought I would vomit right there. I still had a mile walk to the cabin.
I thought briefly about turning and going the other way but then I saw Dean calming down the drive. I gave him a wave tried pretending that I wasn't in a shit ton of trouble. I could tell right away by the look on his face that there was no use pretending. He came at me fast and grabbed my arm and started forcefully pulling me towards the cabin. I thought about fighting him but my stomach hurt to much already. So I let him drag me and listened to him bitch me out the entire way.
He pretty much went over every lecture that I had given myself on the bus. His grip on my arm tightened every once in awhile when he was trying to make a point. When we got up to the house he opened the door and kinda threw me in and told me to sit my ass down on the couch and not move a muscle.
He left me alone for about twenty minutes. I could hear him slamming around in the adjacent room. Cursing to himself about me. It wasn't nice but I deserved every bit of it, not only had I found myself knee deep in shit creek without a paddle but I'd gotten him in trouble too, because he was supposed to be looking out for me. Dad was gonna kick my ass hard but it made it so much worse to know that Dean might end up getting punished too for my stupidity.
I waited for him to come out with the phone and for him to make me call dad and tell him what I had done. I wasn't expecting him to come out holding one of dads belts. I jumped up off the couch and tried to back away but Dean just growled at me.
He started in on the lecturing again. Ticking off the offenses that I had committed. I could feel my cheeks flush with shame. I knew I deserved an ass kicking I just really really didn't want Dean to be the one to do it. Dean just kept listing off things, getting angrier and angrier. When he finished talking Dean ordered me to lower my pants and get over the couch. I shook my head no and didn't budge.
Dean repeated the order and I again shook my head. Then he did a pretty uncanny impression of a John Winchester roar. He pounced at me but I snuck out of the way; I did a really nice jump over the couch and ran towards the kitchen. Dean chased after me, he almost gained on me in the hallway, he whacked at me with the belt and caught the under-curve of my butt, I let out a yip as I ducked into the bathroom. Slammed the door shut and locked it just as Deans hand gripped the knob. I heard him swear and then stomp off towards our room. Where I knew he had his lock picking kit.
I climbed out the window and was for the first time thankful for my small stature. No way Dean could fit through the bathroom window. I took off back towards the road. Dean surprised me by jumping at me from the front porch. He caught the back of my foot causing me to stumble a bit. I made it up right and quickly looked for a place to hide. Dean shouted my name. He yelled that I was being a pussy and that I needed to grow a pair of balls and come out of hiding. I shouted for him to go fuck himself. He growled and kept looking for me. I kept switching hiding spots.
I couldn't run down the drive because Dean would see me and I wasn't about to go off into the damn woods. Dad said he was pretty sure there was something in the woods but we'd be safe as long as we stayed in the cabin or on the road. I thought maybe dad was making it up just to keep me and Dean in the cabin but I couldn't be a hundred percent sure that there wasn't something nasty in the woods.
Dean walked past my hiding spot two different times, he was pissed. And I knew that I should just step up and take my licks. It wasn't like I didn't deserve them I just really really didn't want Dean to give them to me. Even though I was almost positive his lickin' wouldn't physically hurt as much as dads would, it would somehow hurt more. Dean spanking me always hurt more for some reason.
I was busy thinking about how it came to this, how I could let myself get into so much trouble that Dean wanted to spank me. I should have been listening for Dean. All of a sudden his hand clasped onto the back of my foot. He grabbed me and pulled me down off the shed roof. I landed on top of him and knocked him off his game long enough for me to take off again. Dean bellowed after me. I tossed him the finger over my shoulder as I ran. He yelled back that when he caught me he was gonna rip my finger off and stick it up my ass.
We were both so busy running around yelling that neither of us noticed dads truck pulling up. I didn't even realize he was home until he had me in the air holding me up and away from Dean. Dean lunged at me a few times before he seemed to realize too that dad was home standing in front of him.
Dad started in right away lecturing Dean about how many times does he have to tell him to stop picking on me and of course Dean bows his head and apologizes. Then dad gives me a little shake and asks me if I remember him warning me about swearing and using obscene gestures. He puts me down on the ground and gives me quick swat. Dad starts to say something else when he notices the belt in Deans hand. He's quick to ask Dean all about it.
My stomach tightens, my whole body flashes hot and my head starts to buzz. I know I'm in deep but I can't bring myself to listen to Dean tell dad about all my horrible crimes. I do of course hear Dean start out by apologizing yet again for his involvement in the whole thing. Before I was fully aware that Dean was finished my dad had me by the arm again and was pulling me towards the house. I watched in horror as dad grabbed the belt away from Dean as we walked past. When we reached the cabin porch dad stopped and turned to Dean. Told him to go into town and find us something to eat for dinner. Then he yanked me into the house.
He pretty much gave me the same lectures that Dean had and then he too ordered me to lower my pants and get over the couch. He didn't even give me the chance to tell him my side of things, although I highly doubt that would have helped any. As soon as I'm in position dad drops the belt down next to me, places a hand on my lower back and I don't even have a chance to close my eyes before his hand is slapping down hard on my behind. I try to hold of on the crying. But the emotions of the day have worn me out already and I feel the tears prick at my eyes. Dad does a few rounds, starts on the right cheek and makes his way down before slowly making his way up the left, goes back around again and again. He makes his anger known on my sit spot, pays extra attention there. Swats in the same damn spot over and over again until I think I'm gonna go insane.
Tears are running down my face, I'm bawling and begging him to stop, pleading with him, I apologize over and over again and promise to never do anything so stupid again. He stops for a minute and I give a sigh of relief before I remember the belt. I watch as his hand glides down in front of me and his fingers grasp the thick leather. I hear the belt buckle clink in his hands and a chill ran up my spine. I try to ask him not to, beg him to skip this part but I suddenly feel my boxers being pulled down to join my pants at my ankles and then he's cracking the belt down quick and fast over my backside. The belt spent most of the time visiting my sit spots. I literally thought that I would never sit again.
Finally after what seems like forever he tosses the belt away and pulls me up. He turns to give me a minute to fix myself up. I pull my pants up and wipe at my eyes. Try to catch my breath. Dad turns around then and pulls me into a hug. I can hear the car pull up and Dean bounding up the stairs. But I don't pull away.
There's something safe and calming about being hugged by dad. Like he can protect me from anything. He smells like he hasn't showered in days, probably hasn't, but at that moment I don't mind. Dad kisses the top of my head and tells me that I need to start using my head. He tells me that he's extending my restriction and that I'm not to leave the house without Dean or Him for any reason other than school.
Dean comes in then and ruins our moment. Dean drops the takeout bags onto the table and turns with a smile and asks if everything is good again. Dad looks like he's gonna say something to Dean but I say something first. I apologize to him for lying and running from him after he'd caught on. I don't think about saying it but it slips out, I offer the belt to him. Tell him that he should get a few licks in because I deserved it.
Of course Dean refuses says from the looks of my face that I’ve been punished enough. What ever dad was gonna say he doesn't say it. He doesn't lecture Dean at all; doesn't mention the fact that if he would have said no when I tried to convince him into letting me go to the library in the first place that this whole situation would have been avoided. I'm glad Dad doesn't say it because I can tell that Dean's thinking it and isn't that the shit. I talk him into it, manipulate him and he feels bad about falling for it.
I love my big brother but sometimes I think he puts to much on his plate. His metaphoric plate and his dinner plate. I think in disgust as I watch him pull the stuff out of the take out bags. He piles a giant burger onto his plate that is almost the size of his head and then pulls out an order of french fries and onion rings. He takes the plate and settles at the table; he kicks out a chair for me and says “Come on Samantha, have a seat, you don't want your food to get cold.” I blanch at the idea of even thinking of sitting down. Dad slaps Dean upside the head and tells Dean to stop picking on me.
We all laugh as dad pushes me towards the table and ushers me to my chair, he gives a slight shove and I find myself sitting. The pit in my stomach is gone now I just have a pain in my ass yet somehow everything feels like its gonna be alright.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/ Sam John/ Sam
Type of Spanking: Parental
Implement(s): Hand Belt
Summary: John's on a hunt, Sam's grounded and Dean's on watch. Sam lies to Dean it doesn't turn out well.
Word Count: 3714
I have a pit in my stomach and I feel flushed all over. I have been lying for the past couple of days and at first I thought I could get away with it, but all day today I've had this really bad feeling. The pit in my stomach just keeps getting bigger and bigger and I feel like I'm gonna barf.
I'm like 98% sure that Dean knows I've been lying, and I'm 99% sure that Deans gonna tell dad and I'm like 99.999% sure that dads gonna kick my ass. Usually Dean wouldn't rat me out, hell usually I wouldn't even lie to him. I'm not sure how the hell I get myself into these situations. FUCK!
It started out as a simple lie. Just a small one, a baby lie. I told Dean I needed to go to the library. I've been on restriction for talking back to dad, not supposed to leave the house at all; except for school. But I've been on restriction for like two months now and I couldn't take it anymore. Dad's on a hunting trip and Dean as always had to stay behind to babysit me. I could tell Dean was getting a little sick of having to look after me. So I tossed that into the conversation about the library. I told him that I could go and while I was there he could spend time with Suzy from the little grocery store by our current residence. I know that I shouldn't have done that, but I know Dean's love for girls and figured he couldn't resist a little alone time.
I told Dean that a group of people from my history class were getting together for a study session before our final exams; it was only gonna be for two hours. I even told him that if he wanted to spend a little more time with Suzy I'd spend a little more time there researching the next hunt that dad had mentioned. Dean hemmed and hawed about it for a few minutes before agreeing to let me go. He said he'd drop me off after our training session at four and then pick me up at 8. He wanted to bring Suzy to dinner and a movie. Dean promised to kick my ass if I wasn't waiting for him at 8 and if I mentioned any of this to dad.
Dean dropped me off at the library at 4, I walked in, waited for Dean to leave and then walked around back to meet my friends. Jimmy was a year older than the rest of us. He'd been held back in first grade but he was cool and he had a learners permit. A learners permit and parents who were out of town. His parents had left him alone, trusting him, with the car keys and the family station wagon.
Mark's dad was part owner of a few little chain stores that sold random things including cleaning supplies. We'd learned in science about making explosives with cleaning fluids and tinfoil. Mr. Carvers wouldn't let us try it in class but we figured we could try it out of class. Mark had been pilfering The Works from his dads place and Tim’s been saving plastic bottles and I had a backpack full of tinfoil that I'd been saving from all our takeout dinners. Jason knew of a place by his grandparents house that had a clearing. It was only a half hour drive from the library. So we figured that we could drive out there, watch things explode and drive back before anyone knew we were missing.
It worked too, we had so much fun and made it back to town with out being busted. Jimmy dropped me off at the back of the library and I made it out front with minutes to spare. Dean didn't even ask me about my study group just told me in detail about Suzy's boobs. Two days later at school Jimmy asked us if we wanted to go out again. His parents would be home in a few days and he wanted to drive around more before they got back. Mark, Tim and Jason were all in, but I wasn't sure. Dean was supposed to pick me up after school and we were supposed to head out to the training course that dad had set up for us for an hour before we headed home for the night. But Dean sent me a message during lunch saying that he was gonna be a half hour late and that I needed to wait at school for him to pick me up. That's when I figured I had a clear window to go. I figured that I'd tell Dean that I didn't get the message and that I just figured I was supposed to walk to the course.
After school we all rode the bus to Jimmy's house, climbed into his wagon and drove off. We headed out to the corn fields and had a blast. Jimmy was doing donuts and whippin shittys it was awesome. Mark tried to talk Jimmy into letting him drive for a little bit but Jimmy said no. He didn't want to risk anyone fucking up his parents care. Mark was a little upset but we still had fun. Too much fun because all of a sudden it was getting dark out. I had Jimmy drop me off at the back of the course and hopped like hell that Dean hadn't been out there yet. I was so dead I knew it, Dean was gonna kill me.
But miracle of miracles Dean wasn't there and I started making my way towards the beginning of the course and arrived just in time to see Dean pull up. I'm not even sure if he put the car into park before he jumped out and ran to me. His hands were on me, checking to make sure I was okay. He started in asking me where the hell I'd been and what the hell I was thinking. Seeing how scared he was scared the crap out of me. I started to cry; which is stupid but it helped me out. I started apologizing and saying that when Dean hadn't shown up at school I just figured I was supposed to come out to the course and work out. I said I figured Dean would meet me there.
Dean totally bought it, he apologized for being late to pick me up and for scaring me. He begged me not to tell dad that he didn't pick me up from school. That made me feel bad, that not only had I worried him but that I made him feel like he was gonna get in trouble with dad. I felt like an ass. But then Dean called me a little bitch for crying and punched me hard in the gut. Then he laughed and said that I need to learn to fight better.
The next two days went by without incident and then I woke up this morning to find a newspaper sitting on the table. There was an article on the front page talking about how some vandals had been causing havoc around town. They talked about the cops finding remnants of the works bombs and several farmers complained about the destruction of their corn fields. Apparently some locals were trying to say that the cornfields were actually crop circles and that we were should be watching out for alien activity. They had aerial pictures of the damage to the crops. It wasn't pretty, I hadn't realized in all of our fun that we were causing that much damage. I tossed the paper before Dean got out of the bathroom and didn't mention it.
My stomach started to hurt right after that and it only got worse the rest of the day. Jimmy's parents had come home a night early and noticed that the car was parked in the wrong spot and upon further inspection they noticed some corn stalk stuck in the undercarriage. According to Jimmy his parents reamed him out something awful, he was grounded for the next century and they were even talking about not letting him get his license. At lunch he started talking about running away. The front page story was pretty much all anyone could talk about at school. He knew once his parents put it together they'd kill him. Right after lunch he was called to the principals office.
I have science class right after lunch, science class is located right across from the principals office. I noticed the cops as I was going into class, so when I heard the overhead announcement for Jimmy to report to the principals office I kinda figured that his parents realized that he was part of the vandals. I liked Jimmy he was a good kid but I didn't know him enough to know if I could trust him not to rat us out.
If Jimmy mentioned my name, I had no doubt that I'd be called into the office and that dad would be called to join. Dad would freak the fuck out if the school called him while he was away on a hunt. I thought for sure I was gonna puke. The last three hours of school just drug on. Every time the overhead speaker clicked on I thought this is it. During last period I got a message from Dean telling me to take the bus straight home after school.
We live in a shittier part of town so its the last stop on the bus, I ride by myself the last twenty minutes and all I can think about is how bad dads gone kill me. I lectured myself for being so stupid, for doing something illegal with people I didn’t know very well and couldn't trust. For lying to my brother and thereby my father. For being so stupid to think that creating explosives could be fun and not at all dangerous, for allowing myself to be driven around by and underage driver. By the time I got off the bus my stomach hurt so bad I thought I would vomit right there. I still had a mile walk to the cabin.
I thought briefly about turning and going the other way but then I saw Dean calming down the drive. I gave him a wave tried pretending that I wasn't in a shit ton of trouble. I could tell right away by the look on his face that there was no use pretending. He came at me fast and grabbed my arm and started forcefully pulling me towards the cabin. I thought about fighting him but my stomach hurt to much already. So I let him drag me and listened to him bitch me out the entire way.
He pretty much went over every lecture that I had given myself on the bus. His grip on my arm tightened every once in awhile when he was trying to make a point. When we got up to the house he opened the door and kinda threw me in and told me to sit my ass down on the couch and not move a muscle.
He left me alone for about twenty minutes. I could hear him slamming around in the adjacent room. Cursing to himself about me. It wasn't nice but I deserved every bit of it, not only had I found myself knee deep in shit creek without a paddle but I'd gotten him in trouble too, because he was supposed to be looking out for me. Dad was gonna kick my ass hard but it made it so much worse to know that Dean might end up getting punished too for my stupidity.
I waited for him to come out with the phone and for him to make me call dad and tell him what I had done. I wasn't expecting him to come out holding one of dads belts. I jumped up off the couch and tried to back away but Dean just growled at me.
He started in on the lecturing again. Ticking off the offenses that I had committed. I could feel my cheeks flush with shame. I knew I deserved an ass kicking I just really really didn't want Dean to be the one to do it. Dean just kept listing off things, getting angrier and angrier. When he finished talking Dean ordered me to lower my pants and get over the couch. I shook my head no and didn't budge.
Dean repeated the order and I again shook my head. Then he did a pretty uncanny impression of a John Winchester roar. He pounced at me but I snuck out of the way; I did a really nice jump over the couch and ran towards the kitchen. Dean chased after me, he almost gained on me in the hallway, he whacked at me with the belt and caught the under-curve of my butt, I let out a yip as I ducked into the bathroom. Slammed the door shut and locked it just as Deans hand gripped the knob. I heard him swear and then stomp off towards our room. Where I knew he had his lock picking kit.
I climbed out the window and was for the first time thankful for my small stature. No way Dean could fit through the bathroom window. I took off back towards the road. Dean surprised me by jumping at me from the front porch. He caught the back of my foot causing me to stumble a bit. I made it up right and quickly looked for a place to hide. Dean shouted my name. He yelled that I was being a pussy and that I needed to grow a pair of balls and come out of hiding. I shouted for him to go fuck himself. He growled and kept looking for me. I kept switching hiding spots.
I couldn't run down the drive because Dean would see me and I wasn't about to go off into the damn woods. Dad said he was pretty sure there was something in the woods but we'd be safe as long as we stayed in the cabin or on the road. I thought maybe dad was making it up just to keep me and Dean in the cabin but I couldn't be a hundred percent sure that there wasn't something nasty in the woods.
Dean walked past my hiding spot two different times, he was pissed. And I knew that I should just step up and take my licks. It wasn't like I didn't deserve them I just really really didn't want Dean to give them to me. Even though I was almost positive his lickin' wouldn't physically hurt as much as dads would, it would somehow hurt more. Dean spanking me always hurt more for some reason.
I was busy thinking about how it came to this, how I could let myself get into so much trouble that Dean wanted to spank me. I should have been listening for Dean. All of a sudden his hand clasped onto the back of my foot. He grabbed me and pulled me down off the shed roof. I landed on top of him and knocked him off his game long enough for me to take off again. Dean bellowed after me. I tossed him the finger over my shoulder as I ran. He yelled back that when he caught me he was gonna rip my finger off and stick it up my ass.
We were both so busy running around yelling that neither of us noticed dads truck pulling up. I didn't even realize he was home until he had me in the air holding me up and away from Dean. Dean lunged at me a few times before he seemed to realize too that dad was home standing in front of him.
Dad started in right away lecturing Dean about how many times does he have to tell him to stop picking on me and of course Dean bows his head and apologizes. Then dad gives me a little shake and asks me if I remember him warning me about swearing and using obscene gestures. He puts me down on the ground and gives me quick swat. Dad starts to say something else when he notices the belt in Deans hand. He's quick to ask Dean all about it.
My stomach tightens, my whole body flashes hot and my head starts to buzz. I know I'm in deep but I can't bring myself to listen to Dean tell dad about all my horrible crimes. I do of course hear Dean start out by apologizing yet again for his involvement in the whole thing. Before I was fully aware that Dean was finished my dad had me by the arm again and was pulling me towards the house. I watched in horror as dad grabbed the belt away from Dean as we walked past. When we reached the cabin porch dad stopped and turned to Dean. Told him to go into town and find us something to eat for dinner. Then he yanked me into the house.
He pretty much gave me the same lectures that Dean had and then he too ordered me to lower my pants and get over the couch. He didn't even give me the chance to tell him my side of things, although I highly doubt that would have helped any. As soon as I'm in position dad drops the belt down next to me, places a hand on my lower back and I don't even have a chance to close my eyes before his hand is slapping down hard on my behind. I try to hold of on the crying. But the emotions of the day have worn me out already and I feel the tears prick at my eyes. Dad does a few rounds, starts on the right cheek and makes his way down before slowly making his way up the left, goes back around again and again. He makes his anger known on my sit spot, pays extra attention there. Swats in the same damn spot over and over again until I think I'm gonna go insane.
Tears are running down my face, I'm bawling and begging him to stop, pleading with him, I apologize over and over again and promise to never do anything so stupid again. He stops for a minute and I give a sigh of relief before I remember the belt. I watch as his hand glides down in front of me and his fingers grasp the thick leather. I hear the belt buckle clink in his hands and a chill ran up my spine. I try to ask him not to, beg him to skip this part but I suddenly feel my boxers being pulled down to join my pants at my ankles and then he's cracking the belt down quick and fast over my backside. The belt spent most of the time visiting my sit spots. I literally thought that I would never sit again.
Finally after what seems like forever he tosses the belt away and pulls me up. He turns to give me a minute to fix myself up. I pull my pants up and wipe at my eyes. Try to catch my breath. Dad turns around then and pulls me into a hug. I can hear the car pull up and Dean bounding up the stairs. But I don't pull away.
There's something safe and calming about being hugged by dad. Like he can protect me from anything. He smells like he hasn't showered in days, probably hasn't, but at that moment I don't mind. Dad kisses the top of my head and tells me that I need to start using my head. He tells me that he's extending my restriction and that I'm not to leave the house without Dean or Him for any reason other than school.
Dean comes in then and ruins our moment. Dean drops the takeout bags onto the table and turns with a smile and asks if everything is good again. Dad looks like he's gonna say something to Dean but I say something first. I apologize to him for lying and running from him after he'd caught on. I don't think about saying it but it slips out, I offer the belt to him. Tell him that he should get a few licks in because I deserved it.
Of course Dean refuses says from the looks of my face that I’ve been punished enough. What ever dad was gonna say he doesn't say it. He doesn't lecture Dean at all; doesn't mention the fact that if he would have said no when I tried to convince him into letting me go to the library in the first place that this whole situation would have been avoided. I'm glad Dad doesn't say it because I can tell that Dean's thinking it and isn't that the shit. I talk him into it, manipulate him and he feels bad about falling for it.
I love my big brother but sometimes I think he puts to much on his plate. His metaphoric plate and his dinner plate. I think in disgust as I watch him pull the stuff out of the take out bags. He piles a giant burger onto his plate that is almost the size of his head and then pulls out an order of french fries and onion rings. He takes the plate and settles at the table; he kicks out a chair for me and says “Come on Samantha, have a seat, you don't want your food to get cold.” I blanch at the idea of even thinking of sitting down. Dad slaps Dean upside the head and tells Dean to stop picking on me.
We all laugh as dad pushes me towards the table and ushers me to my chair, he gives a slight shove and I find myself sitting. The pit in my stomach is gone now I just have a pain in my ass yet somehow everything feels like its gonna be alright.