Gone Fishing
Title: Gone Fishing
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: Dean, Ben (9)
Summary: Dean and Ben spend some quality time together, but Dean soon finds himself giving Ben a much deserved buttwarming
Warning: Contains spanking of a child by a parent (hand, switch)
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Author`s Note: Ben is Dean`s son in this one. Requested by always_angel. Thank you, hope you enjoy!
Gone Fishing
The Impala came to a halt, and Dean pulled the key from the ignition with a quick flick of his wrist.
“Well, we`re here,” he said to the nine-year-old boy sitting in the passenger seat next to him.
“Finally!” the boy sighed as he opened the car door. “That fucking took forever!” he growled as he slammed the car door shut with a loud slam.
“Hey, watch your mouth!” Dean warned as he too got out of the car, shut the door and locked it.
Ben grimaced. “What`s the big deal? So what if I swear? You do it all the time!”
Dean clenched his jaw, feeling annoyed at himself for not watching his own mouth around his son. “That`s different.”
“How is it different?” Ben asked, giving his father a dark look.
“I`m a grown-up,” Dean replied simply as he walked around the car, popped open the trunk and grabbed a few supplies.
He reached out to Ben to put an arm around his shoulders, but the boy moved away from him, and so Dean let his arm fall to his side.
“So, are you excited to go fishing, Ben?” Dean asked as they walked down to the lake. Ben gave no reply, he simply shrugged. Dean gave a small sigh, but only inwardly. He reminded himself that he must not be discouraged. It hadn`t exactly been very long since Dean learned Ben was his son, and the kid learned who his father was.
Adjusting would take time, and trust had to be built on both parts. Dean was making every effort to bond with the child, but so far, Ben hadn`t responded very positively to Dean`s attempts at acting like a father.
When Dean suggested to Lisa that he should take Ben fishing, she had been very keen on the idea, which is way more than could be said for Ben.
The car ride had been long, and even though Dean had let his son ride in the front seat, and even pick the music, nothing seemed to brighten the kid`s crappy mood. He had complained and fidgeted most of the way. It had really taken a toll on Dean`s nerves and mood, but he had managed to keep it together and only snapped at the boy a couple of times, even though his palm was itching to make contact with Ben`s backside.
Dean knew full well that if he had pulled crap like that on his father, John Winchester, he would have been sitting on a very sore butt indeed. Then again, patience had never been John`s strong side. Dean tried his best to not lose his temper with Ben, even if the kid was practically begging for a spanking.
The hunter and the little boy walked in silence by the side of the lake until they reached what Dean figured to be a good spot. Dean gave Ben an empty tin can and a small shovel, telling him to dig up some worms for bait. Dean went over to a small birch tree that stood by the shore, cutting two long switches they could use for fishing poles.
“You know, when I was a kid,” Dean said, after he and Ben had been sitting in silence for a while, “Sam and I loved to go fishing. That is, we didn`t get to do it very often, but when we did, it was awesome.”
“Mhm,” Ben mumbled, staring blankly out on the lake in front of him, his fishing pole sitting limply in his hand.
“It was great to get a break from, uh, well, everything,” Dean cleared his throat. Ben didn`t know about his father`s somewhat unconventional upbringing. “Sammy and I could sit by the lake for hours, the warm sunlight on our faces, feeling the grass between our bare feet. Usually didn`t catch a damn thing, though,” Dean chuckled to himself. It felt good to share a childhood experience with Ben.
He hoped they could make a regular thing out of these fishing trips, but judging by the grim look on Ben`s face, Dean understood he shouldn`t get his hopes up.
“If you never caught anything, why`d you bother to go fishing in the first place?” Ben asked, giving a small sigh as he looked at the switch in his hands. “Just for the sake of drowning some worms?”
“No, Ben, that`s not-“ Dean began, but the boy cut him off.
“We don`t even have proper fishing gear!” he snapped angrily, getting on his feet.
“This is stupid!” Before Dean could say or do anything to stop him, Ben bent his fishing pole over his knee and snapped it in half. Then he threw it in the lake.
“Ben!” Dean barked loudly, getting up as well. Now the kid was going too far.
But Ben wasn`t listening. “This is stupid!” he said again, stomping his foot. He bent down in a flash and grabbed the can of worms. “This is stupid and boring and lame!”
And before Dean had a chance to grab him, Ben threw the bait too in the lake.
“Benjamin Braeden, calm down this instant!” Dean warned. He had had as much of Ben`s attitude and bratty behavior as he could take. His hand twitched.
“Maybe this was fun for you and your dorky brother when you were kids,” Ben continued, yelling in Dean`s face, “but it`s not fun for me! It`s boring as hell, and I hate it! I WANNA GO HOME!”
Dean grabbed Ben`s arm, holding it in a tight grip to make sure he had the kid`s attention. “I told you to calm down! When I give you an order, you obey it!” Dean knew he sounded like John in that moment, but he was too angry to care. “And what did I say about you swearing?” he added, giving Ben`s arm a firm shake.
For a whole second, father and son stared at each other, neither of them making a sound. Then Ben opened his mouth, but he didn`t manage to utter more than “Ffuu-“ before a dozen blazing swats rained down on his backside, and the loud profanity changed to an indignant howl of pain.
“You listen to me, boy, and you listen good!” Dean instructed as he continued swatting Ben`s jean-clad bottom, ignoring the boy`s protests. “I will not, under any circumstances tolerate such behavior, do you understand?” He punctuated every single word with two hard, stinging swats to Ben`s butt, trying to alternate between cheeks, though he covered the major surface of the small rear end easily.
“Oww, stop! Ouch, ow, please! Ow, OWWEE!” Ben wailed and begged as he squirmed and twisted his body, trying desperately to avoid his father`s hard, punishing hand.
“I asked, do you understand, Benjamin?” Dean prompted, landing a few swats to the sensitive under curve of the nine-year-olds backside.
“Oww, yes!” Ben howled as he jumped and kicked.
But Dean did not stop yet, he wanted to make sure the boy`s tantrum was totally tamed. “Are you going to apologize?”
In the next few seconds, the only sounds coming from Ben were increasingly loud “owws,” which made Dean land an extra hard, rapid round of swats, finally forcing an apology from the boy.
“Oww, OK! I-I`m sooorreee!” Ben wailed, tears trickling down his face now. He had never been spanked before, and he couldn`t believe how much it hurt. He was glad Dean wasn`t spanking him on the bare.
“And are you going to behave now?” Dean finally enquired. The reply from Ben was instantaneous this time.
“Yes, yes, I, oww! Promise! Ouch! Puh-leeeese stop, it huurrrts!”
And Dean stopped.
Ben instantly pulled away, taking a few steps away from his father, while rubbing at the fierce sting on his butt. But if Dean thought the spanking had done its job to curb Ben`s attitude, he was sadly mistaken. The sentence the boy uttered next shocked Dean, to put it mildly.
“That fucking hurt, you a-“
Dean composed himself quick enough to hold up a hand and quiet the kid.
“If you ever want to sit down again, you better not finish that sentence,” he growled. Seeing the tear streaked face of his young son, all he wanted to do was to hug and cuddle him, but upon hearing Ben nearly calling him an asshole, not to mention swearing to his face (again!) right after he had been warned about it and spanked for it, Dean understood that more than his hand was needed to get his point across to the insolent brat.
Ben sniffed loudly and continued rubbing his butt as he watched Dean walk over to the birch tree where he had cut the switches they had been using for fishing poles.
Dean cut another switch. This one was however not going to be used as a fishing pole. Oh no, Dean had a very different use in mind for that one.
Ben took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself as he observed what Dean was doing. The boy gave his father a look that was sulky mixed with confusion as Dean rejoined Ben by the lake shore.
“A new fishing pole?” Ben asked, his voice still a little shaky. A tear slid down his cheek. “I don`t wanna fish anymore.” He sniffed.
Dean held the switch in his right hand, waving it in Ben`s face as he said: “That`s not what this is for.”
Before the boy could protest or try to run away, Ben found himself once more held firmly against Dean`s side, his butt a clear target.
“When I spanked you with my hand, you promised to behave,” Dean said calmly, tightening his grip around his son`s waist as the boy wriggled and kicked. “Perhaps the switch can teach you to keep your promise in the future.”
“No, please…” Ben`s voice trembled, he was truly scared now. Receiving a hand spanking was bad enough, but a friggin switch?
Crack!
Ben screamed. Nothing, not a single thing he had ever experienced had stung as fiercly as the cruel switch did.
Crack!
Dean hardened his heart to the pitiful wails and sobs coming from his son. He knew he was being hard on the boy, but he needed a serious attitude adjustment.
In this teen years, Dean had had the displeasure of experiencing the cruel bite of a switch upon his naked, freshly spanked rear. As punishment for (and as the memory swam through his mind, Dean had to suppress a smile at the irony) ditching training and instead taking Sammy fishing.
Dean delivered another three strokes of the switch to Ben`s upturned butt. He made sure to strike hard, wanting the kid to really feel it, even through his jeans. And Ben felt it, alright. The sting from the switch lit a blazing fire in his ass, igniting the dull sting Dean`s hand had already left there.
When Dean stopped the punishment, Ben was crying in earnest. No shiny teardrops in his eyes falling slowly, no small sniffling. Hard, deep sobs shaking his entire upper body, tears and snot running freely.
This time Ben didn`t pull away from Dean when he let him go. Instead, the boy threw his arms around Dean`s waist, desperately craving comfort. And Dean gave it willingly.
“Don`t suppose you feel like riding shotgun again, huh, kid?” Dean asked teasingly as they walked towards the car, preparing to head back home.
Ben, who had stopped crying and calmed down completely, simply shook his head.
Dean opened the backdoor to the Impala.
“Here, lie down on your stomach. It`s a long drive, and well, I don`t think your butt can take it.”
Ben gave a small smile as he climbed into the car. He was thankfully short enough to be able to stretch his whole body out as he lay face down on the seat. The bumpy leather seat felt nice and cool against his cheek.
“Hang on, I forgot something.” Dean walked quickly down to the lake, and when he came back, Ben noticed with cold horror the item his father was holding.
The switch.
Dean got in the driver`s seat and placed the implement in the passenger seat next to him.
“Why`d ya bring that thing?” Ben mumbled.
Dean chuckled as he twisted the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life.
“Thought it might come in handy. Maybe I should tell your mom to get herself one of these too, what do you think?”
Ben`s eyes grew wide. “Dude, no way!”
Dean gave no reply, but he noticed with a grin that Ben didn`t swear.
THE END
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: Dean, Ben (9)
Summary: Dean and Ben spend some quality time together, but Dean soon finds himself giving Ben a much deserved buttwarming
Warning: Contains spanking of a child by a parent (hand, switch)
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Author`s Note: Ben is Dean`s son in this one. Requested by always_angel. Thank you, hope you enjoy!
Gone Fishing
The Impala came to a halt, and Dean pulled the key from the ignition with a quick flick of his wrist.
“Well, we`re here,” he said to the nine-year-old boy sitting in the passenger seat next to him.
“Finally!” the boy sighed as he opened the car door. “That fucking took forever!” he growled as he slammed the car door shut with a loud slam.
“Hey, watch your mouth!” Dean warned as he too got out of the car, shut the door and locked it.
Ben grimaced. “What`s the big deal? So what if I swear? You do it all the time!”
Dean clenched his jaw, feeling annoyed at himself for not watching his own mouth around his son. “That`s different.”
“How is it different?” Ben asked, giving his father a dark look.
“I`m a grown-up,” Dean replied simply as he walked around the car, popped open the trunk and grabbed a few supplies.
He reached out to Ben to put an arm around his shoulders, but the boy moved away from him, and so Dean let his arm fall to his side.
“So, are you excited to go fishing, Ben?” Dean asked as they walked down to the lake. Ben gave no reply, he simply shrugged. Dean gave a small sigh, but only inwardly. He reminded himself that he must not be discouraged. It hadn`t exactly been very long since Dean learned Ben was his son, and the kid learned who his father was.
Adjusting would take time, and trust had to be built on both parts. Dean was making every effort to bond with the child, but so far, Ben hadn`t responded very positively to Dean`s attempts at acting like a father.
When Dean suggested to Lisa that he should take Ben fishing, she had been very keen on the idea, which is way more than could be said for Ben.
The car ride had been long, and even though Dean had let his son ride in the front seat, and even pick the music, nothing seemed to brighten the kid`s crappy mood. He had complained and fidgeted most of the way. It had really taken a toll on Dean`s nerves and mood, but he had managed to keep it together and only snapped at the boy a couple of times, even though his palm was itching to make contact with Ben`s backside.
Dean knew full well that if he had pulled crap like that on his father, John Winchester, he would have been sitting on a very sore butt indeed. Then again, patience had never been John`s strong side. Dean tried his best to not lose his temper with Ben, even if the kid was practically begging for a spanking.
The hunter and the little boy walked in silence by the side of the lake until they reached what Dean figured to be a good spot. Dean gave Ben an empty tin can and a small shovel, telling him to dig up some worms for bait. Dean went over to a small birch tree that stood by the shore, cutting two long switches they could use for fishing poles.
“You know, when I was a kid,” Dean said, after he and Ben had been sitting in silence for a while, “Sam and I loved to go fishing. That is, we didn`t get to do it very often, but when we did, it was awesome.”
“Mhm,” Ben mumbled, staring blankly out on the lake in front of him, his fishing pole sitting limply in his hand.
“It was great to get a break from, uh, well, everything,” Dean cleared his throat. Ben didn`t know about his father`s somewhat unconventional upbringing. “Sammy and I could sit by the lake for hours, the warm sunlight on our faces, feeling the grass between our bare feet. Usually didn`t catch a damn thing, though,” Dean chuckled to himself. It felt good to share a childhood experience with Ben.
He hoped they could make a regular thing out of these fishing trips, but judging by the grim look on Ben`s face, Dean understood he shouldn`t get his hopes up.
“If you never caught anything, why`d you bother to go fishing in the first place?” Ben asked, giving a small sigh as he looked at the switch in his hands. “Just for the sake of drowning some worms?”
“No, Ben, that`s not-“ Dean began, but the boy cut him off.
“We don`t even have proper fishing gear!” he snapped angrily, getting on his feet.
“This is stupid!” Before Dean could say or do anything to stop him, Ben bent his fishing pole over his knee and snapped it in half. Then he threw it in the lake.
“Ben!” Dean barked loudly, getting up as well. Now the kid was going too far.
But Ben wasn`t listening. “This is stupid!” he said again, stomping his foot. He bent down in a flash and grabbed the can of worms. “This is stupid and boring and lame!”
And before Dean had a chance to grab him, Ben threw the bait too in the lake.
“Benjamin Braeden, calm down this instant!” Dean warned. He had had as much of Ben`s attitude and bratty behavior as he could take. His hand twitched.
“Maybe this was fun for you and your dorky brother when you were kids,” Ben continued, yelling in Dean`s face, “but it`s not fun for me! It`s boring as hell, and I hate it! I WANNA GO HOME!”
Dean grabbed Ben`s arm, holding it in a tight grip to make sure he had the kid`s attention. “I told you to calm down! When I give you an order, you obey it!” Dean knew he sounded like John in that moment, but he was too angry to care. “And what did I say about you swearing?” he added, giving Ben`s arm a firm shake.
For a whole second, father and son stared at each other, neither of them making a sound. Then Ben opened his mouth, but he didn`t manage to utter more than “Ffuu-“ before a dozen blazing swats rained down on his backside, and the loud profanity changed to an indignant howl of pain.
“You listen to me, boy, and you listen good!” Dean instructed as he continued swatting Ben`s jean-clad bottom, ignoring the boy`s protests. “I will not, under any circumstances tolerate such behavior, do you understand?” He punctuated every single word with two hard, stinging swats to Ben`s butt, trying to alternate between cheeks, though he covered the major surface of the small rear end easily.
“Oww, stop! Ouch, ow, please! Ow, OWWEE!” Ben wailed and begged as he squirmed and twisted his body, trying desperately to avoid his father`s hard, punishing hand.
“I asked, do you understand, Benjamin?” Dean prompted, landing a few swats to the sensitive under curve of the nine-year-olds backside.
“Oww, yes!” Ben howled as he jumped and kicked.
But Dean did not stop yet, he wanted to make sure the boy`s tantrum was totally tamed. “Are you going to apologize?”
In the next few seconds, the only sounds coming from Ben were increasingly loud “owws,” which made Dean land an extra hard, rapid round of swats, finally forcing an apology from the boy.
“Oww, OK! I-I`m sooorreee!” Ben wailed, tears trickling down his face now. He had never been spanked before, and he couldn`t believe how much it hurt. He was glad Dean wasn`t spanking him on the bare.
“And are you going to behave now?” Dean finally enquired. The reply from Ben was instantaneous this time.
“Yes, yes, I, oww! Promise! Ouch! Puh-leeeese stop, it huurrrts!”
And Dean stopped.
Ben instantly pulled away, taking a few steps away from his father, while rubbing at the fierce sting on his butt. But if Dean thought the spanking had done its job to curb Ben`s attitude, he was sadly mistaken. The sentence the boy uttered next shocked Dean, to put it mildly.
“That fucking hurt, you a-“
Dean composed himself quick enough to hold up a hand and quiet the kid.
“If you ever want to sit down again, you better not finish that sentence,” he growled. Seeing the tear streaked face of his young son, all he wanted to do was to hug and cuddle him, but upon hearing Ben nearly calling him an asshole, not to mention swearing to his face (again!) right after he had been warned about it and spanked for it, Dean understood that more than his hand was needed to get his point across to the insolent brat.
Ben sniffed loudly and continued rubbing his butt as he watched Dean walk over to the birch tree where he had cut the switches they had been using for fishing poles.
Dean cut another switch. This one was however not going to be used as a fishing pole. Oh no, Dean had a very different use in mind for that one.
Ben took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself as he observed what Dean was doing. The boy gave his father a look that was sulky mixed with confusion as Dean rejoined Ben by the lake shore.
“A new fishing pole?” Ben asked, his voice still a little shaky. A tear slid down his cheek. “I don`t wanna fish anymore.” He sniffed.
Dean held the switch in his right hand, waving it in Ben`s face as he said: “That`s not what this is for.”
Before the boy could protest or try to run away, Ben found himself once more held firmly against Dean`s side, his butt a clear target.
“When I spanked you with my hand, you promised to behave,” Dean said calmly, tightening his grip around his son`s waist as the boy wriggled and kicked. “Perhaps the switch can teach you to keep your promise in the future.”
“No, please…” Ben`s voice trembled, he was truly scared now. Receiving a hand spanking was bad enough, but a friggin switch?
Crack!
Ben screamed. Nothing, not a single thing he had ever experienced had stung as fiercly as the cruel switch did.
Crack!
Dean hardened his heart to the pitiful wails and sobs coming from his son. He knew he was being hard on the boy, but he needed a serious attitude adjustment.
In this teen years, Dean had had the displeasure of experiencing the cruel bite of a switch upon his naked, freshly spanked rear. As punishment for (and as the memory swam through his mind, Dean had to suppress a smile at the irony) ditching training and instead taking Sammy fishing.
Dean delivered another three strokes of the switch to Ben`s upturned butt. He made sure to strike hard, wanting the kid to really feel it, even through his jeans. And Ben felt it, alright. The sting from the switch lit a blazing fire in his ass, igniting the dull sting Dean`s hand had already left there.
When Dean stopped the punishment, Ben was crying in earnest. No shiny teardrops in his eyes falling slowly, no small sniffling. Hard, deep sobs shaking his entire upper body, tears and snot running freely.
This time Ben didn`t pull away from Dean when he let him go. Instead, the boy threw his arms around Dean`s waist, desperately craving comfort. And Dean gave it willingly.
“Don`t suppose you feel like riding shotgun again, huh, kid?” Dean asked teasingly as they walked towards the car, preparing to head back home.
Ben, who had stopped crying and calmed down completely, simply shook his head.
Dean opened the backdoor to the Impala.
“Here, lie down on your stomach. It`s a long drive, and well, I don`t think your butt can take it.”
Ben gave a small smile as he climbed into the car. He was thankfully short enough to be able to stretch his whole body out as he lay face down on the seat. The bumpy leather seat felt nice and cool against his cheek.
“Hang on, I forgot something.” Dean walked quickly down to the lake, and when he came back, Ben noticed with cold horror the item his father was holding.
The switch.
Dean got in the driver`s seat and placed the implement in the passenger seat next to him.
“Why`d ya bring that thing?” Ben mumbled.
Dean chuckled as he twisted the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life.
“Thought it might come in handy. Maybe I should tell your mom to get herself one of these too, what do you think?”
Ben`s eyes grew wide. “Dude, no way!”
Dean gave no reply, but he noticed with a grin that Ben didn`t swear.
THE END