Simple Salt And Burn (part # 2 of 2) (complete)
Title: Simple Salt And Burn
Author: Pixiemagic78
Characters: John, Dean (17)
Summary: John takes Dean on what he thinks is a simple salt and burn, but things go horrible wrong when Dean and a teenage girl are trapped by an angry spirit.
Scenario: John spanks Dean, implied spanking of a teenage girl by her Father.
Implements: Hand, Strap
Warnings: Spanking of a teenager by a parent. A few swear words.
Disclaimer: I am in no way connected to the show or it’s actors. This story is for fun only, I am not making any money form it.
Author’s Notes: This is my contribution for the 2012 Summer Contest.
Word Count-------5,548 total (parts one and two)
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Dean felt horrible; he could have gotten Kelly hurt or killed. He knew how dangerous it was to go into the house, but he did it anyway. Just because he wanted to impress a pretty girl.
Dean stiffened when he heard someone enter the barn.
“Kelly.” He heard Hank’s voice said.
“Daddy.” Dean heard the sound of running footsteps, then heard Hank’s soft voice reassuring Kelly that it was over and that she was safe.
Dean turned around and saw his Dad and Hank give him a glare.
“I did not say you could turn around Dean.” John growled.
“I know Sir, but I need to say something to Hank.” Dean said.
John nodded and Dean looked at the other man, who was still holding his daughter in his arms.
“I’m sorry Sir.” Dean said, honestly. “I never should have taken Kelly into the house. I knew how dangerous the ghost was, and I had no right putting your daughter in danger. I am really sorry.”
The glare that Hank had been giving the teenager melted.
“I believe you, Dean.” Hank said. “And you are not the only one to blame here. Kelly knew that she was not allowed in the house, that she wasn’t even allowed back on our property until the ghost was gone. She is just as much to blame as you are, which is why she’s going to feel my belt on her bare ass before today’s over with.”
Kelly stiffened in her Dad’s arms at that statement. Dean started to feel even worse. Not only did he put Kelly in danger, he got her in trouble with her Dad as well.
“Come on, Kelly.” He led his daughter out of the barn and out to his truck, leaving John and Dean alone in the barn.
“Care to explain?” John growled.
Dean looked down at the floor, not knowing what to say. He screwed up and he knew there was not an excuse for it.
“Eyes up.” John snapped.
Dean looked up and met his Dad’s eyes, but it was hard seeing the disappointment in them.
“There’s no excuse.” Dean said. “I just wanted to impress Kelly.”
“So you put yourself and her in danger just because you wanted to impress her?” John bellowed.
“Yes Sir.”
John ran a hand over his face and sighed. He hated doing what he was about to do, but he felt it was necessary. This wasn’t the first time Dean did something dangerous and stupid in order to impress a pretty girl. He had to teach his son to control his hormones, and to start thinking before he acted.
“Dean.” John said, his voice firm. But it had a twinge of sadness and regret to it as well. “We have had this discussion before and I used my belt on your ass. That apparently didn’t work, so we’re going to have to upgrade on the punishment.”
Dean gulped and paled, he really didn’t like the sound of that.
“I am going to put you over my knee and spank your bare ass with my hand, and then you are going to bend over and receive a strapping.” John said.
Dean’s eyes went to the wall where the straps were hung. His Dad’s belt hurt like hell, but the straps looked like they would hurt a lot more.
“Dad, please.” Dean said, not caring if his voice came out as a whine.
“After the strapping, you are going to stand in the corner for one hour. Then you will be allowed out of the corner, but only to work. You will clean up Hank’s house from top to bottom, you will only stop cleaning when it is bedtime. You will go back over my knee at bedtime for another hand spanking. You will receive a final hand spanking in the morning.”
Dean swallowed hard, feeling a tight knot forming in his stomach.
“Let’s get the first spanking over with.” John said, sitting on a bale of hey. “Come here, Dean.”
Dean very slowly walked over to his Dad and stood in front of him.
“Jeans and shorts down.” John ordered.
“Dad, can we talk about this?” Dean asked.
“Look me in the eyes and tell me that you do not deserve every bit of this punishment.” John said.
Dean knew he deserved it, but that didn’t mean he wanted it. With a sigh, the seventeen-year-old unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to his ankles, his boxer shorts soon followed. John guided his oldest son over his lap and wrapped a strong around the teen to hold him in place.
“You know how dangerous the supernatural world is, Dean.” John said. “You know better then to use it to impress a girl. And you know better then to take a civilian into a dangerous situation.”
John raised his arm high and brought his large calloused hand down hard on his son’s butt. That stinging swat was the first of many more. John peppered the teen’s butt with hard swats, covering every inch. Then he went to work on Dean’s thighs. When both were a dark pink, John dropped one knee and raised the other, then started swatting Dean’s tender sit spots.
Dean took the hand spanking silently, but he could feel hot tears well up in his eyes. His Dad’s hand hurt, his butt and thighs felt as if they were on fire. And the teen knew that the worst was yet to come. When John stopped spanking, Dean was both relieved and worried. He knew that once the hand spanking was over, his Dad was going to use one of the straps on him.
“Stand up.” John ordered, helping his son to a standing position. “Go over to that wall and pick out a strap.”
Dean looked at his Dad with pleading eyes.
“Now, son.” John said.
“Yes Sir.” Dean replied, reaching down to pull his clothes back up.
“Leave ‘em.” John instructed.
Dean left his jeans and shorts around his ankles and hobbled over to the wall, looking at the straps. He had no idea which one would hurt the least, they all looked pretty nasty.
“Pick one, or I use all of them.” John said.
Dean quickly grabbed one, then hobbled back over to his Dad. John had stood up and was now standing beside the bale of hay. Dean swallowed the lump in his throat and handed the man the thick leather strap. It was thicker and wider then John’s belt, and was smooth and supple.
John took the strap. Then nodded towards a blanket that was folded and laying on a table.
“Grab the blanket, fold it, and place it on the bale of hay.” John instructed.
Dean did as he was told.
“Lean over the bale of hay.” John said, once Dean had finished. “All of the way over.”
Once again, Dean did as he was told.
John stepped behind his son and took carful aim with the strap. He wanted to punish his son harshly so he would remember this lesson in the future, but he did not want to injure the boy. He knew he had to be more carful with the strap then he did with his belt.
Dean tried to prepare himself for the first lick, but it still caught him by surprise. He had been right, the strap did hurt more then the belt.
His Dad brought the strap down again, right below the first lash. Dean couldn’t help but yelp in pain. Another hard lick and Dean jumped to his feet and grabbed his butt cheeks with both hands, tears running down his checks. Three licks of the strap had hurt worse then a dozen with his Dad’s belt.
“We’re not done, Dean.” John said.
“Please Dad, I’ve learned my lesson.” Dean said, as he turned his head to give his Dad a pleading look.
“Sorry, Son.” John said, meaning it. He really didn’t like hurting his son, but he didn’t think he had a choice. He had to teach Dean to be more carful, hunting was dangerous. Carless hunting was suicidal.
Dean slowly got back into position and said. “I’m sorry for breaking position.”
“Normally that would earn you extra licks.” John said. “But since this is your first time with the strap, I’ll let it slide once.”
Dean braced himself for the next lash of the thick strap, and yelped loudly when it landed. After three more, Dean was crying hard. His ass felt as if his Dad had taken a blowtorch to it, he had never felt this much pain from a spanking.
John looked at his son’s bright red butt and knew that that part of his body had had all it could take. With a heavy heart John delivered four to Dean’s thighs, causing the teen to howl in pain and start sobbing.
“We’re almost done, son.” John said. “Two more.”
Those two were delivered to Dean’s tender sit spots and had the teenager sobbing harder as he laid limp over the bale of hay. He swore to himself that he would never ever let a pretty face cloud his judgment again, even though he knew he would. There were just so many pretty girls out there.
John laid the strap down on the bale of hay beside his son’s shaking body, then he gently rubbed Dean’s back to help calm him. It took several minutes for Dean to stop crying, then he slowly stood up and carefully pulled his boxer shorts up over his battered butt and thighs. He toed his shoes off and stepped out of his jeans, there was no way in hell he was pulling his jeans back up.
John opened his arms and Dean stepped into the embrace. The seventeen-year-old thought himself too old for hugs, but that didn’t apply to post spanking hugs. Every time his Dad wailed on his ass, Dean was eager to receive a hug to let him know that all was forgiven.
“I really am sorry, Dad.” Dean sniffled.
“It’s alright son.” John replied, as he ran a hand up and down his son’s back. “Your punishment ain’t over yet, but all’s forgiven. After your last spanking in the morning, your slate is wiped clean.”
After a few more moments, Dean pulled away from his Dad and reached back and very gently rubbed his throbbing butt. “I may never sit down again.” He said.
“Well then I bet you’re glad that you’ve got corner time to serve.” John smirked. “Since it’s done standing up.”
“So not funny.” Dean groaned, he hated corner time. He hadn’t had to stand in the corner since he was fifteen.
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An hour later, Dean felt as if he was going to go crazy. He was still standing in a corner in the barn, staring at a crack in the wall. He was still wearing his boxers and tee shirt only, and his ass and upper thighs were still sore.
“Times up.” John said.
Dean turned around, relieved that he didn’t have to look at the stupid corner anymore. His relief was short lived though when his Dad spoke again.
“Alright, time to clean the house.”
Dean groaned, but followed his Dad out of the barn and across the yard. He knew it was going to be a long day, the house was thrashed. Dean really didn’t want to clean it, but the throbbing pain in his ass prevented him from objecting.
John had a bad habit, well bad according to Dean, of adding physical labor to punishments. It was usually running miles, digging trenches ( a tactic he learned in the Marines), or something like that. This was first time he had Dean clean a house as punishment.
“Keep your eyes and ears open.” John instructed, as he stopped at the Impala to grab a shot gun. “I’m almost positive the ghost is gone, but I want to make damn sure.”
“Yes Sir.” Dean replied.
Dean walked into the house and moaned, it was going to take forever to get this place cleaned.
“We also need to fix the window.” John said, nodding towards the window he busted out.
“What do you mean we?” Dean asked with a smirk. “You are the one who busted it out.”
“To save your ass.” John reminded him.
Dean once again reached back and gently rubbed his ass. “My ass disagrees with that statement.”
John chuckled and nodded towards a broom. “Get to work.”
“Yes Sir.” Dean sighed.
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Four hours later, the downstairs was spotless. Dean had to throw away a couple lamps and a painting, but everything else was cleaned. The teenager had worked hard, pausing in cleaning only long enough to eat dinner.
“It looks great, Dean.” John said. “You did a magnificent job.”
“Thanks.” Dean smiled.
“Go and get ready for bed, Hank said you could use one of the boys’ rooms.”
Dean’s smile vanished. He was tired and was ready for bed, but bedtime meant another spanking. And his ass still hurt from the first one.
“Go on, son.” John said, his voice gentle. “There’s no use putting it off.”
“Yes Sir.” Dean said, as he sadly walked up the stairs.
He found a bathroom and showered, then changed into a fresh pair of boxers and a clean shirt. His dad had brought in their duffels earlier. Then he walked into of the bedrooms and waited for his Dad. He didn’t have to wait long.
John said on the bed and Dean walked over to him and started to lower his boxers.
“Not right now.” John said, motioning for Dean to sit on the bed beside him.
Dean sat down, very carefully, wincing when he put pressure on his butt.
“Before the spanking, I want to make sure you know why I’m being hard on you.” John said.
“I know why.” Dean responded. “I was thinking about it while I was standing in the corner and while I was cleaning. “What we do is dangerous, and we have to follow the rules. Kelly and I could have been killed because I was stupid.”
Before Dean could even think about what was happening, John grabbed his arms and pulled him across his lap. Then he landed five hard swats to Dean’s already aching ass. Then he pulled him back up to a sitting position.
“What was that for?” Dean asked, as his eyes water up. Normally five swats only left a mild sting, but those five swats relit the fire that his Dad had built earlier.
“You are not stupid, Dean.” John said, his voice stern. “What you did was immature and dangerous, but everyone makes mistakes. The important thing is to learn from them. Understand?”
“Yes Sir.” Dean said.
“Alright.” John’s voice softened. “Over my lap, but you can keep the shorts.”
Dean stood up and placed himself over his Dad’s lap. John wrapped an arm around Dean’s waist, the started spanking hard and fast. Dean started crying after the tenth swat, and was sobbing by the twenty-fifth. John stopped spanking, and started running a hand up and down the crying teen’s back.
After a few moments, Dean had stopped crying and stood up. John also stood up and hugged his son close. After a few minutes, they pulled apart.
“Bedtime, Kiddo.” John said.
“Goodnight, Dad.”
“Goodnight, Son.”
Dean crawled into bed, laying on his stomach, and was surprised when his Dad sat down beside him and rubbed his back.
“You are an excellent hunter, Dean.” John said. “You just need to control your hormones, temper, and impulses. All three have gotten you into trouble more then once. But you’ll learn to control them, don’t worry. One day you will go on hunts alone, and I intend to make damn sure you are well trained.”
Despite the pain and burn in his hindquarters, Dean smiled. The teenager drifted off to sleep still smiling.
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Dean woke to the smell of frying bacon and strong coffee. He rolled over, then jumped to his feet with a yelp.
“He sure can swing hard for an old guy.” Dean mumbled. Then his frown deepened. He still had one spanking to go.
He was tempted to crawl back into bed, but knew he had to face his punishment. Not knowing when Hank and his family were returning, Dean threw on a pair of sweat pants and headed downstairs and into the kitchen.
“Morning son.” John said. “I called Hank, they will be back in about an hour. You’re just in time, breakfast is ready.”
John sat down and ate, Dean ate his meal standing beside the table.
“Alright, round three.” John said, once they were done eating and Dean had placed the dishes in the dishwasher. He scooted his chair back away from the table and said. “Come here, Dean.”
Dean walked over and stood in front of John. The teen was surprised when John took his arm and guided him over his lap, without telling him to pull his pants down.
John delivered a flurry of hard swats to Dean’s butt, then stood him back up. The swats hurt, a lot, but barley made the teen’s eyes water.
“Your punishment’s over.” John said, standing up and hugging him. “Your slate is clean.”
Dean returned the hug, then they pulled apart.
“I love you, Dean.” John said.
“I love you too, Dad.” Dean replied.
“Let’s get our gear loaded up, I want to get back to Sammy before he burned the rental down or something.
“Sounds good.” Dean smiled. Then his smile faded and became a frown.
John chuckled and asked, “Did you just remember that you are about to take a five hour car ride on a very sore ass?”
“Not funny, man.” Dean groaned.
“It is from my position.” John said. “My ass ain’t sore.”
THE END