Rebel (Teen!Sam) Part 3
Title: Rebel (Teen!Sam) Part 3 (Final part)
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: Bobby, John, Dean (21) Sam (17)
Summary: In part 3, John comes back from the hunt and deals with Sam
Warning: Contains spanking of a teenager (hand, belt)
John Winchester stepped into the small rental apartment. It was early in the afternoon, and he`d spent three hours on the road, anxious to close the distance between him and his boys. When the hunter hung up his jacket, Bobby came into the hallway.
“Bobby? What are you doing here?” John was very surprised to see his friend and fellow hunter. Bobby had decided not to call John and instead explain everything to him face to face. He`d figured that was a better option than making the man drive while angry. Bad things could have happened.
And so Bobby told John everything. At least, everything he knew, and that was no more than what Dean had told him. Certain things were to remain a secret between John’s sons. There were a few things Dean never wanted his father to know, but despite all his efforts, Dean couldn`t stop Bobby from telling John about the stunt Sam had pulled the previous night. Bobby also told his friend that he had taken his paddle to Sam`s ass, not that it seemed to calm John down by much.
“I`m gonna kill him,” John growled through clenched teeth, his eyes going so dark Bobby could have sworn they looked black. “Where is he?”
“Still asleep,” Bobby replied. “And in my opinion he should remain that way for a while longer. Give ya some time to cool your head.”
John took a few deep breaths, nodding slowly. He knew his friend was right. He couldn`t go into Sam`s bedroom right now. Not in his furious state. He`d risk harming the kid.
“Well, my job is done, I think you can take it from here,” Bobby muttered, leaning down to grab his bag off the floor, his wooden paddle secure inside it. “I gave Sam some good licks when he got home this morning. Take it easy on him.”
“Not making any promises,” John growled back, then gave his friend a nod as Bobby moved past him and opened the door. “Thanks, Bobby.”
Bobby nodded back. “Anytime.” Then he and his paddle were out the door.
When Dean heard Bobby leave, he joined his father in the hallway. “Welcome home, Dad,” he said, offering a weak smile. He got a silent glower in return. “How did the hunt go?” Dean asked.
Instead of answering, John reached over to the small table where the key to the Impala was resting. He grabbed it and tossed it casually to Dean. “Here. Take her for a spin while Sam and I have a little talk.”
Dean caught the key deftly. He clutched it in his hand. Dean loved the Impala. John had given it to him as a present when he turned twenty. Although the car had been his for over a year, Dean still had trouble getting used to the idea that he was in fact owner of that impressive, beautiful vehicle.
“Dad, I`m really sorry…” Dean mumbled. He blamed himself for Sam breaking the rules. After all, it was Dean`s job to take care of his brother when John wasn`t around, so in his mindset, it was all his fault that Sam had chosen to once again rebel against their father.
John shook his head. “Don`t be sorry, Dean. Your brother made his own choice, and now he has to take the consequences of it.”
Ever protective of his younger sibling, Dean made a final attempt at getting his father to go easy on Sammy. After all, Dean had up until that point done everything in his power to keep John from ever finding out what his youngest had been up to in his absence. “You know Bobby already paddled him. I think he learned his lesson. You don`t have to-“
“No, I think it`s pretty clear that I do,” John interrupted firmly.
Dean understood he was fighting a losing battle. There was no way he could convince his father not to punish Sam, but at least he had done everything he could. Given it his best shot, even if it wasn`t good enough.
He clutched the key to the Impala so hard it was digging into his skin. Then he left the apartment, leaving John to calm himself before knocking on Sam`s bedroom door.
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When John entered Sam`s room, the teen had just gotten out of bed. He was standing on the floor, wearing only a t-shirt and boxers, looking through his clean clothes, trying to decide what to wear.
Sam had no time to speak, he barely got a chance to react to John coming in the room. It happened so quickly. Within seconds, John entered the bedroom, grabbed his seventeen-year-old son, seated himself on Sam`s bed, pulled the boy over his lap and dragged down his boxers. Wasting no time lecturing, John immediately started spanking his son, laying swats at random, coming down hard, fast and heavy.
John didn`t have to wait long at all for Sam`s squirming and kicking to start. The hunter noticed that the teens backside still bore marks from its encounter with Bobby`s paddle, not that it made John soften his hand. He had a serious lesson to teach.
When Sam`s bottom had turned a nice shade of red, and the teen was squirming and kicking hard, yelping with each swat, John finally began his lecture, not missing a beat in the spanking he was handing out.
Normally the hunter preferred to lecture before spanking. When he on rare occasions lectured during a spanking, he stayed his hand, so that whichever son was lying across his lap could pay full attention to what their father was saying.
But in this case, John figured the only way to get through to Sam was by letting his words be punctuated with blistering swats.
“I don`t know what the hell has gotten into you these past months, Samuel, but this has got to stop. You hear me? I will have no more disrespect, no more disobedience. No more of you putting yourself and your family in danger. It ends now.”
Not giving Sam a chance to reply, John grabbed the teen and yanked him off his lap, making him stand on his feet. The boy`s face was flushed, his lips shaking, and eyes watering. But if he thought his punishment was over, he was sadly mistaken.
John stood up, not taking his eyes off his son as he unbuckled his big, thick leather belt. Sam`s green eyes went wide as he realized what his father was about to do.
“Dad, please…” The first tear trickled slowly down Sam`s face. “It hurts so much already.”
John had no doubt that his hand had reignited the sting Bobby`s paddle had left on Sam`s ass merely hours ago, but he had no intention of backing down and letting the kid off easy. The hunter was sick and tired of his youngest being rude, breaking the rules and defying his orders. He`d had enough, and Sam`s idiotic stunt last night had been the last straw. John was going to spank the rebellion right out of his son.
“I have had enough, Sam.” John pointed at the teen with the belt, fixing him with a stern gaze. “It`s obviously going to take more than my hand to get through to you. Now get back over my knee, young man.”
“No.”
John was not too surprised at Sam`s reluctance. After all, when did that kid ever do as he was told? The hunter grabbed the teen`s arm and once more pulled him back over his lap, this time trapping Sam`s legs under his own.
The boy struggled, begging his father to let him go. “Please, Dad! Not the belt! Can`t you just stop? It hurts,” Sam whined, squirming on John`s lap, but naturally it got him nowhere.
“It`s no more than you deserve,” John retorted, raising his hand and bringing the belt down upon Sam`s unprotected rear end. Sam yelped loudly, more tears sliding down his face now. It took all of John`s strength to keep going. Regardless of what Sam had done, no matter how much he`d earned to be over John`s knee, the hunter`s heart bled as he listened to his son cry as the belt made contact with his backside.
“I know I can`t give you the kind of life you want, but there is no excuse for your behavior.” John gave Sam another eight licks with the belt before stopping. The teen was crying hard now, and John put the belt down on the bed next to him, resting his empty hand on the boy`s shaking back. “Do you think your mother would be proud?”
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: Bobby, John, Dean (21) Sam (17)
Summary: In part 3, John comes back from the hunt and deals with Sam
Warning: Contains spanking of a teenager (hand, belt)
John Winchester stepped into the small rental apartment. It was early in the afternoon, and he`d spent three hours on the road, anxious to close the distance between him and his boys. When the hunter hung up his jacket, Bobby came into the hallway.
“Bobby? What are you doing here?” John was very surprised to see his friend and fellow hunter. Bobby had decided not to call John and instead explain everything to him face to face. He`d figured that was a better option than making the man drive while angry. Bad things could have happened.
And so Bobby told John everything. At least, everything he knew, and that was no more than what Dean had told him. Certain things were to remain a secret between John’s sons. There were a few things Dean never wanted his father to know, but despite all his efforts, Dean couldn`t stop Bobby from telling John about the stunt Sam had pulled the previous night. Bobby also told his friend that he had taken his paddle to Sam`s ass, not that it seemed to calm John down by much.
“I`m gonna kill him,” John growled through clenched teeth, his eyes going so dark Bobby could have sworn they looked black. “Where is he?”
“Still asleep,” Bobby replied. “And in my opinion he should remain that way for a while longer. Give ya some time to cool your head.”
John took a few deep breaths, nodding slowly. He knew his friend was right. He couldn`t go into Sam`s bedroom right now. Not in his furious state. He`d risk harming the kid.
“Well, my job is done, I think you can take it from here,” Bobby muttered, leaning down to grab his bag off the floor, his wooden paddle secure inside it. “I gave Sam some good licks when he got home this morning. Take it easy on him.”
“Not making any promises,” John growled back, then gave his friend a nod as Bobby moved past him and opened the door. “Thanks, Bobby.”
Bobby nodded back. “Anytime.” Then he and his paddle were out the door.
When Dean heard Bobby leave, he joined his father in the hallway. “Welcome home, Dad,” he said, offering a weak smile. He got a silent glower in return. “How did the hunt go?” Dean asked.
Instead of answering, John reached over to the small table where the key to the Impala was resting. He grabbed it and tossed it casually to Dean. “Here. Take her for a spin while Sam and I have a little talk.”
Dean caught the key deftly. He clutched it in his hand. Dean loved the Impala. John had given it to him as a present when he turned twenty. Although the car had been his for over a year, Dean still had trouble getting used to the idea that he was in fact owner of that impressive, beautiful vehicle.
“Dad, I`m really sorry…” Dean mumbled. He blamed himself for Sam breaking the rules. After all, it was Dean`s job to take care of his brother when John wasn`t around, so in his mindset, it was all his fault that Sam had chosen to once again rebel against their father.
John shook his head. “Don`t be sorry, Dean. Your brother made his own choice, and now he has to take the consequences of it.”
Ever protective of his younger sibling, Dean made a final attempt at getting his father to go easy on Sammy. After all, Dean had up until that point done everything in his power to keep John from ever finding out what his youngest had been up to in his absence. “You know Bobby already paddled him. I think he learned his lesson. You don`t have to-“
“No, I think it`s pretty clear that I do,” John interrupted firmly.
Dean understood he was fighting a losing battle. There was no way he could convince his father not to punish Sam, but at least he had done everything he could. Given it his best shot, even if it wasn`t good enough.
He clutched the key to the Impala so hard it was digging into his skin. Then he left the apartment, leaving John to calm himself before knocking on Sam`s bedroom door.
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When John entered Sam`s room, the teen had just gotten out of bed. He was standing on the floor, wearing only a t-shirt and boxers, looking through his clean clothes, trying to decide what to wear.
Sam had no time to speak, he barely got a chance to react to John coming in the room. It happened so quickly. Within seconds, John entered the bedroom, grabbed his seventeen-year-old son, seated himself on Sam`s bed, pulled the boy over his lap and dragged down his boxers. Wasting no time lecturing, John immediately started spanking his son, laying swats at random, coming down hard, fast and heavy.
John didn`t have to wait long at all for Sam`s squirming and kicking to start. The hunter noticed that the teens backside still bore marks from its encounter with Bobby`s paddle, not that it made John soften his hand. He had a serious lesson to teach.
When Sam`s bottom had turned a nice shade of red, and the teen was squirming and kicking hard, yelping with each swat, John finally began his lecture, not missing a beat in the spanking he was handing out.
Normally the hunter preferred to lecture before spanking. When he on rare occasions lectured during a spanking, he stayed his hand, so that whichever son was lying across his lap could pay full attention to what their father was saying.
But in this case, John figured the only way to get through to Sam was by letting his words be punctuated with blistering swats.
“I don`t know what the hell has gotten into you these past months, Samuel, but this has got to stop. You hear me? I will have no more disrespect, no more disobedience. No more of you putting yourself and your family in danger. It ends now.”
Not giving Sam a chance to reply, John grabbed the teen and yanked him off his lap, making him stand on his feet. The boy`s face was flushed, his lips shaking, and eyes watering. But if he thought his punishment was over, he was sadly mistaken.
John stood up, not taking his eyes off his son as he unbuckled his big, thick leather belt. Sam`s green eyes went wide as he realized what his father was about to do.
“Dad, please…” The first tear trickled slowly down Sam`s face. “It hurts so much already.”
John had no doubt that his hand had reignited the sting Bobby`s paddle had left on Sam`s ass merely hours ago, but he had no intention of backing down and letting the kid off easy. The hunter was sick and tired of his youngest being rude, breaking the rules and defying his orders. He`d had enough, and Sam`s idiotic stunt last night had been the last straw. John was going to spank the rebellion right out of his son.
“I have had enough, Sam.” John pointed at the teen with the belt, fixing him with a stern gaze. “It`s obviously going to take more than my hand to get through to you. Now get back over my knee, young man.”
“No.”
John was not too surprised at Sam`s reluctance. After all, when did that kid ever do as he was told? The hunter grabbed the teen`s arm and once more pulled him back over his lap, this time trapping Sam`s legs under his own.
The boy struggled, begging his father to let him go. “Please, Dad! Not the belt! Can`t you just stop? It hurts,” Sam whined, squirming on John`s lap, but naturally it got him nowhere.
“It`s no more than you deserve,” John retorted, raising his hand and bringing the belt down upon Sam`s unprotected rear end. Sam yelped loudly, more tears sliding down his face now. It took all of John`s strength to keep going. Regardless of what Sam had done, no matter how much he`d earned to be over John`s knee, the hunter`s heart bled as he listened to his son cry as the belt made contact with his backside.
“I know I can`t give you the kind of life you want, but there is no excuse for your behavior.” John gave Sam another eight licks with the belt before stopping. The teen was crying hard now, and John put the belt down on the bed next to him, resting his empty hand on the boy`s shaking back. “Do you think your mother would be proud?”