Wake Up!
Title: Wake up!
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: Samuel Campbell (Mary`s father) Young Mary, Young John Winchester
Summary: Mary gets in trouble with Samuel after returning home VERY late after a date with John
Warning: Contains swearing and spanking
Author`s Note: I wanted to do something with Young Mary and John, and wondered if anyone had ever done a story where Samuel spanked Mary. After listening to the song “Wake up, little Suzie” I wrote this down.
Credits: This one is dedicated spn_princess to for urging me to write another story. Thank you, hope you like it!
Wake Up!
Dedicated to spn_princess
He`s the one.
It was in that moment, while I gazed into his beautiful hazel eyes, that I realized it fully for the first time.
This is the man I want to share my life with.
I smiled at him happily before taking another sip from my strawberry milkshake. John was sitting across from me, at a table in Jay Bird`s Diner, enjoying a chocolate milkshake. He smiled back, his brown eyes glittering.
“You`re so beautiful, Mary.”
He smiled fondly and reached out to touch my cheek. I leaned my face ever so slightly against his warm skin, closing my eyes.
Bliss.
He held his hand there for what felt like a long time, and when he removed it, the warmth of his touch still lingered.
I smiled at him, my heart feeling like it was ready to burst with happiness.
After finishing our milkshakes, John suggested we go home to his place. His parents were out of town for the weekend, attending the second wedding of John`s aunt.
He flashed me a broad grin as he unlocked the front door and guided me inside. We hung our coats up, and John grabbed my hand.
“Want to watch a movie or something?”
I smiled at him. “Sure.”
“Now that my parents are away, we can turn the volume way up.”
I giggled softly as I settled down on the sofa, while John was squatting in front of the television set, changing the channels to try and find something worth watching.
I rest my gaze on the handsome young man. I found myself craving closeness, not caring about movies on the television. I patted the sofa next to me.
“Come sit with me.”
John turned to look at me. “We haven`t found a movie to watch yet.”
I gave him my best flirty smile. “Come kiss me.”
John grinned happily, moving over to the sofa to sit beside me.
Wrapping his arms around me, he touched his lips to mine, and I carefully ran my hand through his dark hair. He kissed me again, passionately, and I felt his right hand move from my back to my front, reaching down and cupping my breast. I gently caressed the side of his face, kissing him time and time again, never wanting to stop.
As I opened my eyes, I could see the weak light of the early morning sun being filtered through the curtains in the living room.
It`s morning? But I only closed my eyes for a second.
John was lying on the floor. We had fallen asleep lying next to each other on the sofa, there was barely room. He must have turned during the night and rolled on the floor. That boy could sleep through anything, apparently.
Confused and tired, I arose from the sofa. Yawning, I rubbed my eyes and tried to fix my tousled hair. My clothes had gotten all wrinkly after my sleeping on the couch, now Mom would have to iron them all over again. I sighed.
Glancing at the wall clock, I realized it was four in the morning.
Shit.
I had told my parents I would be home by eleven. Last night.
“John!” I called. “Wake up! I have to get home!”
But John didn`t stir. With an exasperated sigh, I ran to the kitchen. I headed back to the living room, and dropped a load of H20 on John`s peaceful, sleeping face. He coughed and spluttered.
“Mary! What the hell?”
“Get up, hurry! You have to take me home.”
John wiped the water off his face and got up from the floor.
“Is it late?”
“Depends on how you look at it,” I replied curtly. “Grab the car keys and let`s go!”
As the Impala rolled up to the curb in front of the Campbell residence, I gave John a quick kiss goodbye.
“Are you sure you don`t want me to come in with you?” he asked. “I could try to put in a word for you with your parents.”
I smiled at him gratefully, but shook my head. “What would you say? We fell asleep on the couch, nothing happened?”
“It`s the truth.”
“John, I`ll handle this myself. You`re sweet, but I don`t need you defending me. Look, my Dad will be coming bursting through the front door any second, best you be gone then.”
With that, I jumped out of the car, and John gave me a final, long look before slowly driving away.
To my surprise, my father did not come running out the door at the sound of the Impala. With a heavy heart, I approached the front door of my house and pushed it open.
“Where the hell have you been?!”
Oh God, here we go.
Dad had been waiting for me. He must have stayed up all night, worrying and getting angrier with each tick of the clock. I couldn`t see Mom, so I concluded she must have gone to bed.
“You were supposed to be home at eleven!” Dad thundered, and I winced at the volume. “Mind telling me where you`ve been all night?”
I swallowed before taking a deep breath. “I was at John`s house.”
Dad snorted and threw his hands in the air. “John! Of course! I knew that kid was nothing but trouble.”
“I`m sorry, OK? I didn`t mean to worry you.”
“Well you sure as hell did, young lady! Your mother and I have been worried half to death about you. Didn`t it occur to you to pick up a phone at some point and let us know where you were, and that you were alright?”
I failed to manage to resist the urge to roll my eyes. “What do you think, that I put you through this on purpose? Sometimes you`re just plain stupid.”
I`d hardly noticed Dad move until he was invading my personal space, his hand clutching my wrist.
What is this?
He tugged at my arm sharply, dragging me towards the living room. Seating himself on the sofa, he pulled at my wrist again so that I fell forward. I was suddenly finding myself face down on my father`s lap.
You gotta be kidding me. This can`t be happening.
“It`s been a while since you found yourself in this position, Mary,” my father said. “But I reckon you need a reminder to follow the rules and mind your manners.”
I was not about to allow my father to spank me like he had when I`d been a child. I started kicking wildly and twisting on his lap.
“Let me go!” I yelled.
“I will, once I`m done,” was the reply.
I felt my father land the first few swats across my backside.
“I`m too old for this!” I continued to kick and squirm, but my Dad had a firm grip on my waist, and my uncomfortable and humiliating position was one very hard to get out of.
Dad smacked my butt again, the sharp sound echoing in the living room. It stung, even though I was wearing jeans.
“As long as I can get you over my lap, Mary, you will find yourself lying across it every time you pull shit like staying out all night and giving me sass.”
Reminder to self: Get fat.
I felt the heat building on my rear as my father continued to smack it, even as he talked.
I guess the saying is false. Some men can actually concentrate on more than one thing at a time.
I tried again to pull up from his lap, or get out of reach from my dad`s hand, but it was impossible. I let out a loud scream that was part pain, part frustration and part humiliation.
“You can`t do this!”
“Sure I can. I`m your father! And you follow my rules as long as you live in my house.”
Another reminder to self: Move out.
“Oww!”
Getting spanked hurt way more than I remembered. My Dad`s hand made sharp contact with my butt over and over again, leaving a burning sting all over my hindquarters that was building in heat and intensity.
As I felt my father start smacking the tops of my thighs, I couldn`t help but let my hand fly back in an attempt to shield myself. Dad pushed it away, and started spanking me even harder and faster. I kicked my legs and twisted my body.
“Oww Dad! That really hurts!” I yelled, feeling very helpless and childish.
“That`s the idea,” Dad answered. “Am I getting through, Mary?”
“Yes,” I hissed through teeth that were clenched in pain.
“And do you have something to say?”
Five hard smacks landed on my sit spot in quick succession, making me yelp like a hurt dog.
“I`m sorry!”
I could feel hot tears of pain burning in my eyes.
Dad continued to punish my behind as he asked: “And what exactly are you sorry for?”
“Oww, stop! I`m sorry for.. ow! Staying out all night. I should have called you! Oww, ow!”
“Damn straight you should,” Dad growled. “Better yet, you should have come home at the right time!”
With that, several thunderous swats landed on my butt, and the first tears spilled from my eyes.
“I`m sorry, Dad,” I sobbed. “I`m so sorry!”
The punishment finally ended. My ass was burning and throbbing like crazy. I would certainly not be sitting easy for a while.
I lay limp across my father`s knees, letting my tears fall. My father patted my back gently.
“I think you have learned to follow the rules, a hard learned lesson though it was,” he said. “I trust you will be coming home at the right time from now on?”
I sobbed and nodded.
“And I will not hear any insulting or rude language from your mouth again, will I?”
The fuck you won`t. I`m not getting another spanking in my life. Not ever.
“No,” I said quietly.
“Good.”
My father helped me get off his lap and gave me a quick hug. He`d never been one for physical closeness, except when it involved his hand spanking my butt.
“Now get upstairs and let your mother know you`re alive,” Dad said.
I thought to myself that the last few minutes must have wiped any doubt from her mind that I was alive and kicking.
THE END