BBQ'd butts!
Title: BBQ'd butts!
Author: Remisfriend26
Pairings: John, Dean, Ben, Pastor Jim (mentioned), Bobby (mentioned) and OC's for storyline.
Scenario: wee! chester/big! chester! spanking
Disclaimer: i own nothing, all belongs to EK and team! :)
Warning: Contains spanking on three different counts by parent(s).
Author's note: So, I wrote another fix with poor Ben getting his butt roasted, haha! I'm not sure if his age is right in this, I'm suck between 7 and 9 so feel free to give opinions on this... :P anyway, hope you enjoy! I have a few more ideas to try out soon :)
Dean marched his nine year old son away from the families gathered at the church for a barbeque night with a scowl on his face, ignoring his child’s pleas for mercy. He led Ben to the Impala and opened the back door, pushing Ben to sit on there. “You just stay here, buster, and think about your behaviour.”
“But… Da-aaddy! I-”
“No, Ben. You get your ass in this car and you stay here until I come back and tell you that you can leave which will not happen till you learn enough damn manners to join the adults like a big boy. I will deal with this behaviour when we get home or I’ve calmed down. Stay. Here. Otherwise I will take you and spank you in front of everyone. You got me?”
Ben gulped and nodded with wide eyes. Dean’s return nod was terse before he slammed the door shut and locked it, walking away from his son who squirmed in his seat anxiously. Dean headed back to the crowds of parents and rejoined his conversation, keeping a firm eye on his young son’s location. He stood with arms crossed over his chest, answering with sharp, short replies until John put a hand on his shoulder, halting conversation for a moment as he leaned into his son, muttering gruffly in his ear, “Little boy, go deal with your son’s behaviour right now. Your attitudes becoming as bad as his, and if you don’t get it sorted now then I’m gonna bust your ass inside and then you can go deal with it. You got me?”
Dean rolled his eyes and grimaced, growling, “Whatever, Dad. Just drop it. I’ll deal with it when I want to deal with it so just leave it alone.”
“Wrong fuckin’ answer, buddy.” John returned the growl before placing an arm on Dean’s bicep and casually dragging him though the crowd to Pastor Jim’s office, shutting the door. “Drop ‘em, Dean.” John pointed at his son’s jeans.
“Aw fuck, Dad. Come on! I’ve got my own kid now… I…”
“Drop the damn pants, kid, or you’ll get extra.” Dean obeyed with a groan and stood with jeans at his knees looking like the lost boy John once knew. John unlooped his belt and folded it over, beckoning his son to his side. Dean followed his father’s instructions and John bent him over Jim’s desk, holding him down with one arm and raising his other arm high before bringing the belt down with a crack! Dean flinched but didn’t move and John repeated the motion twenty five times. Dean wasn’t crying, but he could feel an uncomfortable burn in his backside, and he was wincing at each swat. John then added ten swats to Dean’s sit spots with his hand, before fixing his son’s clothing and standing him up. “Hey, it’s done. You okay?” John asked softly, pulling Dean into a strong hug. Dean nodded sheepishly, “Sorry Dad…”
“Right.” John smiled, “Just fix the attitude, okay?” At his son’s quick nod, John continued, “And listen, it was me Ben was being rude to originally. I want to deal with that, otherwise he’ll think it’s okay to do it again. You can deal with his tantrum and being rude to the other adults, but I’m clearing the slate with him for my part in it. Mmkay?”
Dean nodded with a sigh before handing over the impala keys, “You may want these…” John took a step back and returned his belt to his jeans before taking the offered keys and heading out to deal with his brat of a grandson after discussing with Dean how long his son should wait before coming out to Ben: ten minutes. Ben was easily a mix of all the trouble Dean and Sammy got into when they were little and could be an angel or could be hell on two feet. John arrived at the impala and opened the door, levelling Ben with a stern look. “Where’s Daddy?” Ben whined tearfully.
“With the other adults. He’ll be here soon enough. I’m here to deal with my part in your atrocious behaviour towards me. Stand up.” Ben did as he was told, his eyes wide with panic as John sat down on the edge of the Impala’s bonnet, and John pulled him over his lap, yanking his jeans down before delivering crisp spanks to the upturned backside. “You don’t speak to me with the cheek you did tonight, young man, regardless of whether I say no. There’s a reason why I say no to things and I’m trying to look after you. So you will fix your attitude, or you’ll be right back here. You understand me?” He asked moving on to his sit spots as Ben wailed his confirmations and promises of good behaviour. John delivered ten more hard swats to his grandson’s backside before standing him up, just as Dean appeared behind Ben’s back.
John went to fix his grandson’s clothing but stopped when he heard Dean say, “Leave ‘em. They’re just coming right back down again.” John nodded, “Right. I’ll leave you to it.” He passed his grandson off to Dean and headed back to join Uncle Bobby and the Danford’s in the conversation that he’d left.
Dean sat down in the spot his dad had recently vacated and looked evenly at his son. Ben was standing shifting from foot to foot and sniffling while he rubbed his eyes furiously to stop from crying. “Dad… I’m sorry…” Ben mumbled tearfully, gulping as Dean merely beckoned his son to his side with his finger. Ben stepped closer and Dean lifted the child over his lap, lowering his briefs and pulling the old paddle his Dad used to use on him and Sam on car journeys (which he had retrieved from Dad’s pickup truck) and placing it on the bonnet beside him. He then spanked his son with hard, fast swats for about Ben’s backside was a bright red colour and his son’s legs were kicking out from reflex before lifting up the paddle and giving the boy 8 swats to each set of sit spots and thighs and delivering eight swats from the top of his backside to the crest, to where thigh met bottom. Ben was wailing by this point, and Dean lifted him off his lap, replacing the underwear to preserve Ben’s modesty and then lifted Ben’s tearstained chin so their eyes could beat, Dean’s piercing green eyes finding his son’s wide, wet ones. “No more of those tantrums, kid. When someone says no, you listen. And you don’t say rude things to the adults, or anyone else for that matter. I know you’ve been taught better, and I expect better. If this happens again I’m gonna give you a bedtime spanking too cause this ain’t the first time you’ve pulled an attitude like this. It ends right now, buddy. You understand?” Ben nodded tearfully and Dean smiled softly, replacing Ben’s jeans with his pajamas and changing his top to his pajama top before putting his own hoodie on his son that he's kept in the car. He then swept Ben into his arms and rubbed his back soothingly, “There, there… It’s all over, Champ… Dad’s got you, calm down…” Dean murmured, rocking his son as Ben buried his head in his shoulder. He locked the impala with his free hand and carried Ben back to where the adults, silently joining his father and friends as he held his weeping son in his arms, playing with his hair to calm him down. He shared a look with his father who in turn reached over to rub Ben’s back and rub his hair. “Hey, it’s all okay now, Benno. I forgive you, kid. Grandpa forgives you. Shhh, you’re alright…” John reassured the child with a hand on his grandson’s shoulder as the adults conversed. Soon, Dean smiled as his son’s breathing evened out and he sighed as he shared a knowing look with his Dad as they both remembered Dean getting his ass kicked for the same crap many moons ago. Well, like father like son, he mused; they both seemed familiar on the subject of Barbequed butts these days… Too familiar!
Author: Remisfriend26
Pairings: John, Dean, Ben, Pastor Jim (mentioned), Bobby (mentioned) and OC's for storyline.
Scenario: wee! chester/big! chester! spanking
Disclaimer: i own nothing, all belongs to EK and team! :)
Warning: Contains spanking on three different counts by parent(s).
Author's note: So, I wrote another fix with poor Ben getting his butt roasted, haha! I'm not sure if his age is right in this, I'm suck between 7 and 9 so feel free to give opinions on this... :P anyway, hope you enjoy! I have a few more ideas to try out soon :)
Dean marched his nine year old son away from the families gathered at the church for a barbeque night with a scowl on his face, ignoring his child’s pleas for mercy. He led Ben to the Impala and opened the back door, pushing Ben to sit on there. “You just stay here, buster, and think about your behaviour.”
“But… Da-aaddy! I-”
“No, Ben. You get your ass in this car and you stay here until I come back and tell you that you can leave which will not happen till you learn enough damn manners to join the adults like a big boy. I will deal with this behaviour when we get home or I’ve calmed down. Stay. Here. Otherwise I will take you and spank you in front of everyone. You got me?”
Ben gulped and nodded with wide eyes. Dean’s return nod was terse before he slammed the door shut and locked it, walking away from his son who squirmed in his seat anxiously. Dean headed back to the crowds of parents and rejoined his conversation, keeping a firm eye on his young son’s location. He stood with arms crossed over his chest, answering with sharp, short replies until John put a hand on his shoulder, halting conversation for a moment as he leaned into his son, muttering gruffly in his ear, “Little boy, go deal with your son’s behaviour right now. Your attitudes becoming as bad as his, and if you don’t get it sorted now then I’m gonna bust your ass inside and then you can go deal with it. You got me?”
Dean rolled his eyes and grimaced, growling, “Whatever, Dad. Just drop it. I’ll deal with it when I want to deal with it so just leave it alone.”
“Wrong fuckin’ answer, buddy.” John returned the growl before placing an arm on Dean’s bicep and casually dragging him though the crowd to Pastor Jim’s office, shutting the door. “Drop ‘em, Dean.” John pointed at his son’s jeans.
“Aw fuck, Dad. Come on! I’ve got my own kid now… I…”
“Drop the damn pants, kid, or you’ll get extra.” Dean obeyed with a groan and stood with jeans at his knees looking like the lost boy John once knew. John unlooped his belt and folded it over, beckoning his son to his side. Dean followed his father’s instructions and John bent him over Jim’s desk, holding him down with one arm and raising his other arm high before bringing the belt down with a crack! Dean flinched but didn’t move and John repeated the motion twenty five times. Dean wasn’t crying, but he could feel an uncomfortable burn in his backside, and he was wincing at each swat. John then added ten swats to Dean’s sit spots with his hand, before fixing his son’s clothing and standing him up. “Hey, it’s done. You okay?” John asked softly, pulling Dean into a strong hug. Dean nodded sheepishly, “Sorry Dad…”
“Right.” John smiled, “Just fix the attitude, okay?” At his son’s quick nod, John continued, “And listen, it was me Ben was being rude to originally. I want to deal with that, otherwise he’ll think it’s okay to do it again. You can deal with his tantrum and being rude to the other adults, but I’m clearing the slate with him for my part in it. Mmkay?”
Dean nodded with a sigh before handing over the impala keys, “You may want these…” John took a step back and returned his belt to his jeans before taking the offered keys and heading out to deal with his brat of a grandson after discussing with Dean how long his son should wait before coming out to Ben: ten minutes. Ben was easily a mix of all the trouble Dean and Sammy got into when they were little and could be an angel or could be hell on two feet. John arrived at the impala and opened the door, levelling Ben with a stern look. “Where’s Daddy?” Ben whined tearfully.
“With the other adults. He’ll be here soon enough. I’m here to deal with my part in your atrocious behaviour towards me. Stand up.” Ben did as he was told, his eyes wide with panic as John sat down on the edge of the Impala’s bonnet, and John pulled him over his lap, yanking his jeans down before delivering crisp spanks to the upturned backside. “You don’t speak to me with the cheek you did tonight, young man, regardless of whether I say no. There’s a reason why I say no to things and I’m trying to look after you. So you will fix your attitude, or you’ll be right back here. You understand me?” He asked moving on to his sit spots as Ben wailed his confirmations and promises of good behaviour. John delivered ten more hard swats to his grandson’s backside before standing him up, just as Dean appeared behind Ben’s back.
John went to fix his grandson’s clothing but stopped when he heard Dean say, “Leave ‘em. They’re just coming right back down again.” John nodded, “Right. I’ll leave you to it.” He passed his grandson off to Dean and headed back to join Uncle Bobby and the Danford’s in the conversation that he’d left.
Dean sat down in the spot his dad had recently vacated and looked evenly at his son. Ben was standing shifting from foot to foot and sniffling while he rubbed his eyes furiously to stop from crying. “Dad… I’m sorry…” Ben mumbled tearfully, gulping as Dean merely beckoned his son to his side with his finger. Ben stepped closer and Dean lifted the child over his lap, lowering his briefs and pulling the old paddle his Dad used to use on him and Sam on car journeys (which he had retrieved from Dad’s pickup truck) and placing it on the bonnet beside him. He then spanked his son with hard, fast swats for about Ben’s backside was a bright red colour and his son’s legs were kicking out from reflex before lifting up the paddle and giving the boy 8 swats to each set of sit spots and thighs and delivering eight swats from the top of his backside to the crest, to where thigh met bottom. Ben was wailing by this point, and Dean lifted him off his lap, replacing the underwear to preserve Ben’s modesty and then lifted Ben’s tearstained chin so their eyes could beat, Dean’s piercing green eyes finding his son’s wide, wet ones. “No more of those tantrums, kid. When someone says no, you listen. And you don’t say rude things to the adults, or anyone else for that matter. I know you’ve been taught better, and I expect better. If this happens again I’m gonna give you a bedtime spanking too cause this ain’t the first time you’ve pulled an attitude like this. It ends right now, buddy. You understand?” Ben nodded tearfully and Dean smiled softly, replacing Ben’s jeans with his pajamas and changing his top to his pajama top before putting his own hoodie on his son that he's kept in the car. He then swept Ben into his arms and rubbed his back soothingly, “There, there… It’s all over, Champ… Dad’s got you, calm down…” Dean murmured, rocking his son as Ben buried his head in his shoulder. He locked the impala with his free hand and carried Ben back to where the adults, silently joining his father and friends as he held his weeping son in his arms, playing with his hair to calm him down. He shared a look with his father who in turn reached over to rub Ben’s back and rub his hair. “Hey, it’s all okay now, Benno. I forgive you, kid. Grandpa forgives you. Shhh, you’re alright…” John reassured the child with a hand on his grandson’s shoulder as the adults conversed. Soon, Dean smiled as his son’s breathing evened out and he sighed as he shared a knowing look with his Dad as they both remembered Dean getting his ass kicked for the same crap many moons ago. Well, like father like son, he mused; they both seemed familiar on the subject of Barbequed butts these days… Too familiar!