Teen!Sam Drabble
Title: Teen!Sam Drabble
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: John, Sam (16)
Summary: Sam disobeys an instruction from John and acts insolent and disrespectful
Warning: Contains spanking of a teenager by a parent
Author`s Note: Shall0wbay requested 16 year old Sam doing something to piss John off, such as being disrespectful. It`s short, but I hope you like it anyway.
Sam hated the fact that his heart started beating a little faster when he heard the door open and John Winchester coming inside. The hunter was wearing boots, and they connected heavily with the floor as he stepped inside the motel room.
“Sammy?”
Sam took a deep breath. He was sitting on his bed, his fathers guns and weapons spread all over the duvet.
John walked over to the bed, the friendly smile he offered his son in greeting quickly ran from his face.
“What is this?”
Silence.
“You were supposed to clean the weapons while I was out. You haven`t even started.”
Silence.
“Sam! I gave you an order, and I-“
“Shut up!” Sam beat his fists down on the duvet in anger. “Just shut up!”
John stared at him.
“I`m so fucking sick of you ordering me around!” Sam yelled.
“Sam!”
“When are you going to stop treating me like a child?”
“When you stop acting like a brat! Sam, you are my child, and as your father I demand respect and obedience.”
“You don`t act like a father, you act like a fucking drill sergeant.”
“That`s it. I`ve had it with your attitude, young man. Get up.”
“Fuck you.”
When provoked, John Winchester could move faster than lightning, something both his sons had experienced on many occasions.
With quick movements, John seated himself next to Sam, and grabbing the teenager by the arm, he pulled him over his lap. Wasting no time on lecturing, John immediately began bringing his hand down on Sam`s jean-clad ass.
Sam tried hard to keep silent, wanting to show his father that he was not a child anymore, and that he was able to take his punishment silently. A few gasps, hisses and muffled “owws” did however escape him. John`s hand could be felt well, even as they were coming down on clothes.
John delivered about twenty hard, fast smacks before stopping and raising Sam off his lap. The teenager stood in front of his father, breathing heavily.
“Remove your jeans and underwear.”
“No.”
“Samuel, I`m warning you. If I have to undress you like a toddler, believe me when I say you won`t be sitting down afterwards to clean the weapons.”
“You`re evil.”
Sam`s voice was very low, but in the silence of the small room it still carried well. Instead of giving a reply, John quickly unbuttoned and unzipped Sam`s pants, forcefully yanked them and his underwear down to the teenagers knees, and once more pulled his son over his lap.
When Sam felt John`s hand beginning to connect with his unprotected behind, he had a very hard time keeping quiet. John came down hard and fast, quickly covering the entire area that was Sam`s butt.
The teenager tried to the best of his ability to keep still, but as the sting and heat in his posterior quickly grew, he began to wriggle and squirm, despite knowing full well he`d not be able to escape his punishment or get his butt out of John`s reach.
John began slapping the tops of Sam`s thighs, which made the boy jerk and give feeble kicks.
“I will not tolerate deliberate disobedience, dumb insolence or disrespect!” John said, putting a little extra force behind the smacks as he spoke, sparking a proper vocalization in the boy sprawled over his lap. Sam did however not give an actual reply, and so John brought his hand down very fast a dozen times, making sure not to miss a single spot.
“Am I understood, Samuel?”
“Oww! Damn it!”
John gave a barely audible sigh and a slight shake of his head. Damn the stubbornness of Sam Winchester! The hunter delivered another round of quick but hard slaps, finally getting a broken reply from Sam:
“Yes, sir.”
The teenager almost spat out the words, like they were burning his mouth. The hunter understood the boy was close to crying. Determined to bring him to tears, John continued spanking Sam until the teenager gave up all attempts at trying to take his punishment like a man, and allowed himself to break down and cry.
Sam`s backside was now a painful shade of red, and John wrapped up the spanking by delivering a last round of stinging slaps, forcing hot tears from Sam`s eyes.
Both father and son were grateful when it was over.
John rubbed his hand up and down Sam`s back as the teenager cried, lying limp across his father`s lap. John truly hated punishing his child like this, but the boy needed to learn that he could not be disrespectful, not to mention disobedient. Sam sitting on the bed, refusing to clean the weapons had been nothing more than an immature act of open defiance, and John was not going to put up with that kind of behavior.
“I think you`ve learned your lesson, son,” John said quietly as he helped Sam off his lap. Sam sniffed as he quickly pulled up his underwear and pants, wincing when the fabric scraped over his sore skin.
John gave Sam`s shoulder a tight squeeze and offered the boy a kind, loving smile which Sam didn`t return.
“It`s so messed up,” the teenager mumbled, his voice thick with tears brought on by the spanking he had just endured. “What kind of kid sits around on a Friday night cleaning guns?”
“The son of a hunter,” John replied calmly, having no intention of letting Sam`s ranting provoke him further. “This is not the life I wanted for you, but it`s what we got. Take it or leave it.”
Sam made a silent promise to himself that he would indeed leave it…
As soon as he got the chance.
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: John, Sam (16)
Summary: Sam disobeys an instruction from John and acts insolent and disrespectful
Warning: Contains spanking of a teenager by a parent
Author`s Note: Shall0wbay requested 16 year old Sam doing something to piss John off, such as being disrespectful. It`s short, but I hope you like it anyway.
Sam hated the fact that his heart started beating a little faster when he heard the door open and John Winchester coming inside. The hunter was wearing boots, and they connected heavily with the floor as he stepped inside the motel room.
“Sammy?”
Sam took a deep breath. He was sitting on his bed, his fathers guns and weapons spread all over the duvet.
John walked over to the bed, the friendly smile he offered his son in greeting quickly ran from his face.
“What is this?”
Silence.
“You were supposed to clean the weapons while I was out. You haven`t even started.”
Silence.
“Sam! I gave you an order, and I-“
“Shut up!” Sam beat his fists down on the duvet in anger. “Just shut up!”
John stared at him.
“I`m so fucking sick of you ordering me around!” Sam yelled.
“Sam!”
“When are you going to stop treating me like a child?”
“When you stop acting like a brat! Sam, you are my child, and as your father I demand respect and obedience.”
“You don`t act like a father, you act like a fucking drill sergeant.”
“That`s it. I`ve had it with your attitude, young man. Get up.”
“Fuck you.”
When provoked, John Winchester could move faster than lightning, something both his sons had experienced on many occasions.
With quick movements, John seated himself next to Sam, and grabbing the teenager by the arm, he pulled him over his lap. Wasting no time on lecturing, John immediately began bringing his hand down on Sam`s jean-clad ass.
Sam tried hard to keep silent, wanting to show his father that he was not a child anymore, and that he was able to take his punishment silently. A few gasps, hisses and muffled “owws” did however escape him. John`s hand could be felt well, even as they were coming down on clothes.
John delivered about twenty hard, fast smacks before stopping and raising Sam off his lap. The teenager stood in front of his father, breathing heavily.
“Remove your jeans and underwear.”
“No.”
“Samuel, I`m warning you. If I have to undress you like a toddler, believe me when I say you won`t be sitting down afterwards to clean the weapons.”
“You`re evil.”
Sam`s voice was very low, but in the silence of the small room it still carried well. Instead of giving a reply, John quickly unbuttoned and unzipped Sam`s pants, forcefully yanked them and his underwear down to the teenagers knees, and once more pulled his son over his lap.
When Sam felt John`s hand beginning to connect with his unprotected behind, he had a very hard time keeping quiet. John came down hard and fast, quickly covering the entire area that was Sam`s butt.
The teenager tried to the best of his ability to keep still, but as the sting and heat in his posterior quickly grew, he began to wriggle and squirm, despite knowing full well he`d not be able to escape his punishment or get his butt out of John`s reach.
John began slapping the tops of Sam`s thighs, which made the boy jerk and give feeble kicks.
“I will not tolerate deliberate disobedience, dumb insolence or disrespect!” John said, putting a little extra force behind the smacks as he spoke, sparking a proper vocalization in the boy sprawled over his lap. Sam did however not give an actual reply, and so John brought his hand down very fast a dozen times, making sure not to miss a single spot.
“Am I understood, Samuel?”
“Oww! Damn it!”
John gave a barely audible sigh and a slight shake of his head. Damn the stubbornness of Sam Winchester! The hunter delivered another round of quick but hard slaps, finally getting a broken reply from Sam:
“Yes, sir.”
The teenager almost spat out the words, like they were burning his mouth. The hunter understood the boy was close to crying. Determined to bring him to tears, John continued spanking Sam until the teenager gave up all attempts at trying to take his punishment like a man, and allowed himself to break down and cry.
Sam`s backside was now a painful shade of red, and John wrapped up the spanking by delivering a last round of stinging slaps, forcing hot tears from Sam`s eyes.
Both father and son were grateful when it was over.
John rubbed his hand up and down Sam`s back as the teenager cried, lying limp across his father`s lap. John truly hated punishing his child like this, but the boy needed to learn that he could not be disrespectful, not to mention disobedient. Sam sitting on the bed, refusing to clean the weapons had been nothing more than an immature act of open defiance, and John was not going to put up with that kind of behavior.
“I think you`ve learned your lesson, son,” John said quietly as he helped Sam off his lap. Sam sniffed as he quickly pulled up his underwear and pants, wincing when the fabric scraped over his sore skin.
John gave Sam`s shoulder a tight squeeze and offered the boy a kind, loving smile which Sam didn`t return.
“It`s so messed up,” the teenager mumbled, his voice thick with tears brought on by the spanking he had just endured. “What kind of kid sits around on a Friday night cleaning guns?”
“The son of a hunter,” John replied calmly, having no intention of letting Sam`s ranting provoke him further. “This is not the life I wanted for you, but it`s what we got. Take it or leave it.”
Sam made a silent promise to himself that he would indeed leave it…
As soon as he got the chance.