The Fast Lane to Pain (part one!)
Title: Fast Lane to Pain (part one).
Characters: John, Dean(16), Mary, Sam(12), OC Rosie(16)
Plot: Dean takes the Impala out on hiw own for the first time on a date and misses his curfew, getting a speeding ticket in the process; John isn't a happy daddy.
Author's Note: I own nothing! All belongs to EK! Contains spanking of teen by parent. This is from a prompt Capricorn86 gave me about two months ago, heehee!
Hope you enjoy! Not sure if I'll do more parts; it depends if it's any good as I'm not sure cause I normally write shorter than this... SO sorry if it's too convoluted!
Enjoy!
John Winchester looked up as his recently turned sixteen year old son, Dean, jumped into the car, slamming the door with a grin. “I passed, Dad!”
John grinned and leaned over to pull his son into a quick hug, ruffling his hair proudly. “Well done, Champ! I knew you’d do it. I’m so proud of you, buddy.”
Dean beamed at the obvious praise from his father and for the remaining twenty minute journey home John smiled affectionately as he listened to his eldest chatter away animatedly. As they pulled up to their home where Dean’s mother, Mary, and little brother, Sammy, would be found in the kitchen; Sammy struggling wilfully through his homework while his mom made dinner. John pulled into the driveway and parked the car before turning to his son, “Come on. You better go tell your Momma the good news, bud.”
Dean nodded and jumped out the car, racing towards the house… “Mom, Mom! I did it! I passed! I can drive!” Dean yelled as he searched for his mother, John following behind at a more sedate pace.
“Oh, well done, baby! You did good, Dean. Real good! We’re so proud of you sweetheart.” Mary smiled warmly at her son before kissing his cheek. “How about you get your homework done and then you and Sam can go wash up and come back to the table for dinner, hey?” Dean nodded and left the room as quickly as he entered it. John stood in the doorway watching his sunny faced wife before walking across the room to hug her from behind. “Hey beautiful.” He whispered, nibbling her ear.
“Mm, you’re a charmer.” She responded breathlessly with a sweet smile, “How’s my favourite handsome guy?” She turned to face him, pressing herself against him as she threaded her hands around his neck, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him softly. John was unable to speak as the kiss deepened and he smirked when they pulled apart, “Well, he’s even better now anyway. God, you’re so amazing…” He could feel himself becoming aroused and tried to subtly get his wife to take it to the next step but she leaned back, looking at him.
“Honey, we can’t… Not in the kitchen when the boys’ll be back down soon. Later, I promise…” She giggled, turning back to dinner as John looked at her in complete shock. “What?!Bu… Fine.” He grumbled, as he turned away dejectedly, heading towards the dining room to set the table with a sigh; trying to successfully hide his somewhat uncomfortable erection from his overly observant children. The joys of having teenagers who appeared at all the wrong times, John mused. Hmm, yeah… Joys.
Two weeks had passed since Dean had passed his test, and the sixteen year old had taken every opportunity to drive in the car with his parents whenever he was allowed in order to show them how good a driver he was. And so it was hardly surprising to John when Dean appeared by his side at breakfast on Wednesday morning as he read the paper looking nervous, “Hey Dad?”
John looked up briefly, “Yeah?”
“Can I, uh, borrow the car tomorrow? Please.” He mumbled, clearly nervous.
“I dunno, what for? I’m not sure we’re quite ready for you to be out in the car by yourself yet, Deano.”
“Aw, da-aad! Please! I won’t be myself! It’s uh…” Dean blushed, “I kinda got a date. With Rosie. Please let me go, Dad. It’s just pizza and the movies. I’ll be super careful, and I’ll be back on time and I’ll be good. I promise!”
“I dunno, Dean… I’d feel better taking you guys and picking you up… I-”
“Dad! I’m not some little kid! COME ON!” Dean’s frustration was becoming clear and John raised an eyebrow at his son who’s look went from defiant to sheepish in a matter of seconds.
“Really, buddy? Cause that behaviour looks pretty childish to me. Now, I’ll speak to your Mom about it and tell you after school, okay?”
Dean sighed, “Fine…”
That night, Dean went to bed elated when his Dad told him that he could have the car tomorrow, but with conditions. “I spoke to your Mom…” John started, “And, we’ve decided to give you a chance to prove to us you can be responsible and drive sensible. However, it is a school night. So, I expect you to be home by ten and in bed by eleven. If you fail to do this, you won’t be using the car for a while, okay? The usual rules apply, and you know the deal with rules, Dean. But if you show me you can do this, your mum and I are willing to let you use the car more often. Understood?” Dean nodded with a grin. “Okay; deal. Bed time then, go on…” John gave his son a hug goodnight before sending him to bed and heading up soon after wards to join his wife who was already in bed, hoping he’d made the right choice…
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“Where the fuck is he, Mary?!” John growled for the fifth time that night. It was half eleven and John had tried to call his son’s cell what he was convinced was a million times already. “I’m going to fuckin’ kill him when he gets home. His ass is so dead. He’s never using that damn car again! Ever.” John continued his rant as he paced, turning only when Sammy appeared in the doorway. “Get back to bed, Samuel. You should be asleep.” He growled at the child who visible flinched, wide eyed.
“But Dad… Where’s Dean?” Sam whined, practically in tears.
“Hey,” John softened immediately, opening his arms to his son who ran straight into them, “I don’t know yet, Sammy. But don’t you worry, baby. Your brother’s gonna be home soon, shhh… It’s okay.” John soothed, trying to tamp down his own fear at his son’s disappearance. Mary appeared in the doorway from the kitchen and walked over, taking their youngest from the agitated father.
“Hush, baby… It’s okay… Dean’s coming back soon… Come on, you need to sleep, Tiger.” She told him, directing him upstairs to his bed. While she was gone, John continued to alternate between pacing, cussing, and trying to get hold of his son; praying to God that he was okay and not dead somewhere in a ditch or a wrecked car. Fuck.
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Dean heard his phone vibrate on the dashboard and looked up from his makeout session with Rosie, trying to decide whether to answer it or not. He’d gotten Rosie down to her underwear, and he wasn’t much more dressed as he was enticed by her subtle curves and glowing skin. His erection was obvious immediately and one thing had led to another and as Dean kissed her and fondled her, he decided to go for it, knowing that the temptation and desire was getting to much to bear. This would break his virginity, and hers too, but God was she worth it. He reached for his boxers and began to pull them down when the phone went off again and he stopped frustrated, leaning over from the back seat of the impala to grab it. The called ID showed his worst nightmare (or what he suspected his worse nightmare was): Dad, and the time made it worse: 11:56pm. “Oh fuck. I am so dead… Uh, Rosie? It’s midnight… We gotta go… My parents are gonna kill me… I’m so sorry…” Rosie squealed in fright and jumped up, fixing her clothes quickly followed by Dean. They jumped round to the front of the car and Dean answered the phone, “Uh, hi Dad. I’m fine, sorry I’m late. I’m on my way, something came up. Love you, bye.” Dean quickly explained, hanging up before his daddy could speak. His heart was hammering in his chest and sweat was beading on his forehead. Rosie was practically in tears, her long brown curls swept to one shoulder as her fingers tapped on the dashboard.
“Hey, it’s okay, Rose. I promise… I had fun tonight, can we do this again?” Dean asked quietly as they arrived outside her house. Dean walked her to the door and was relieved when she told him she’d love to spend more time with him and was really into him. Dean leaned in to kiss her on the doorstep as a blush crept up into her cheeks, her big brown blue eyes gazing at him shyly. “Night, Rosie. I’ll be seeing you again soon.” He whispered before she slipped into the house to her parents' worry, and he ran back to the car leaving her driveway quickly.
Dean raced towards home, stopping only when he saw the flashing lights of a police siren telling him to pull into the side of the road and he groaned. Oh God, he was so dead…
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John finished what seemed like the hundredth cup of coffee that night and tried not to swear as he looked at the clock: 12:32pm. What the fuck was taking so long? Dean had said he was nearly home exactly 35 minutes ago, he should have been hope after only twenty. Damn, that kid was so dead. John looked at Mary who’s face was pale with worry and she was gnawing at her lip to hold the tears in. The father of two crossed the room to his wife and wrapped her in a hug, pulling her in against his shoulder as sobs wracked her body. He was going to fuckin' kill that kid for scaring his poor, sweet Momma like this. “Hey, sweetheart... Hey, hey, Mary; it’s okay. He’s coming home just now, darling; he promised… Calm down… Hushhhh.” John soothed, rubbing her back and planting a soft kiss to the crown of her head. After a few more moments, Mary sighed deeply, drawing a calming breath. “I hope you deal with his behaviour real thorough, John. Real thorough. I think I’m gonna check up on Sam; he’s not really sleeping cause he’s real shaken up.”
As Mary turned to head up stairs, the door opened and Dean stepped inside shaking visibly all over. Mary was over at his side in a flash as she wrapped him in a hug, with John close behind. “Are you okay, son? We were so worried… Are you hurt?!” Mary interrogated the teen with tears in her eyes. Dean shook his head, “I’m fine…” He mumbled, completely subdued. A moment later, Mary pulled away.
“I’ll go see if Sam’s awake and tell him Dean’s home,” She told John, leaving father and son alone. Dean stared at the floor, scuffing his foot on the carpet till John raised his chin to regain their eye contact. “So, you wanna tell me what on earth you were thinking breaking every one of the rules I gave you tonight?” John asked with more calm than he felt.
“I, uh…” Dean stuttered before taking a deep breath, “I’m so sorry, Dad. I had an amazing night and I got kinda carried away and time just totally got away from me and I didn't realise how late it was, but then I was rushing to get home and I sorta, well, bumped the car on the way home trying to get back fast cause me and Rosie, we sorta got carried away…” Dean’s ears blushed furiously, “I got a speeding ticket, Dad. I’m so so sorry.” The sixteen year old whispered as tears slipped down his cheek.
John had to count to ten until the red cleared from his vision and he raised his eyebrow at his son, “A ticket? Damage to the Impala? Just how fast were you going, young man?”
“Uh… S-Seventy miles an hour?” Dean winced at the glare his Dad sent him.
“I see. Well, I am not going to deal with all of this tonight, Mister. Tonight, you will be handing over the impala keys with the knowledge you won’t be going anywhere behind the wheel of a car for a long, long time buddy. You’re also grounded for at least the next three weeks for being three hours late since you were due home at ten and didn’t walk through that door until one. You will pay me back for the speeding fine I will be paying for you tomorrow, with your allowance, until it has been paid, along with paying for the damage to the Impala that I now have to fix. And now, let’s deal with the last part of you coming home so late and showing such blatant disrespect towards your Mom and I, and Sammy too for that matter. Come on…” John led Dean over to the couch and pulled him between his spread legs, undoing his jeans and lowering them along with his boxers. Dean tried to pull away as he went to lower the underwear and John landed a sharp slap to the side of his backside. “Settle down, little boy.” John growled, “I changed your diapers and bathed you more times than either of us can remember.”
With that he yanked the boxers down and pulled Dean across his lap, landing hard smacks to his son’s backside. He repeatedly aimed swats at Dean’s sit spots with deadly accuracy, swatting the same spot three or four times before moving on as he wanted to get this over with as quickly as possibly. It had been a long night for them all and Dean had school tomorrow, so John didn’t want to keep him up longer than he had to. He started to flick his wrist sharply on each swat, intensifying the sting so that Dean was wriggling and squirming within moments, whimpering with each hard slap. “Owww… Daaadd…” He whined quietly. Within the next minute he broke down over John’s muscled thighs and John fought the urge to just stop then and there.
“No more breaking the rules Dean. Your mom and I set rules for a reason, and want to keep you safe. You know better than to be disrespectful, and I’m disappointed in the choices you made tonight. I hope you remember to make better choices in the future, kid. Nearly done now, buddy…” John promised, finishing up with sixteen incredibly hard swats to Dean’s backside that made even John wince. The backside before him was a furiously dark red and Dean was sobbing; shaking with his sobs. John began to rub his back and murmur soothing words to him, waiting Dean’s tears out before helping him stand up after replacing his boxers. He pulled Dean into a firm hug, rubbing his neck to help him calm down further, before helping Dean out of his jeans. “Come on, Ace. Let’s get you in bed…” John encouraged his son who was looking like a lost little boy as he sniffled and rubbed at his sore, red bottom frantically. John led Dean upstairs to his room and coaxed him into changing his t-shirt to his sleep shirt before pulling back the comforter and pointing to the bed, smiling affectionately as his little boy climbed into bed on his stomach, hugging his pillow with big, fat tears in his eyes. “Night, Daddy.” He whispered, “I’m so sorry I let you down…” More tears filled his eyes and fell onto the pillow. John sighed, before smoothing his hair from his forehead, “Hey now, don’t you think about that just now, bud. We’ll get through this and sort it tomorrow. Shhh, go to sleep now. I’m here; it’s okay…” John murmured to his son, waiting until he dosed off into a deep sleep before leaving the room quietly. Well, that was for sure… At least he knew what tomorrow would bring; or so he thought as he climbed wearily into bed beside his already slumbering wife. So he thought…
-End of part one! Part two to follow…
Characters: John, Dean(16), Mary, Sam(12), OC Rosie(16)
Plot: Dean takes the Impala out on hiw own for the first time on a date and misses his curfew, getting a speeding ticket in the process; John isn't a happy daddy.
Author's Note: I own nothing! All belongs to EK! Contains spanking of teen by parent. This is from a prompt Capricorn86 gave me about two months ago, heehee!
Hope you enjoy! Not sure if I'll do more parts; it depends if it's any good as I'm not sure cause I normally write shorter than this... SO sorry if it's too convoluted!
Enjoy!
John Winchester looked up as his recently turned sixteen year old son, Dean, jumped into the car, slamming the door with a grin. “I passed, Dad!”
John grinned and leaned over to pull his son into a quick hug, ruffling his hair proudly. “Well done, Champ! I knew you’d do it. I’m so proud of you, buddy.”
Dean beamed at the obvious praise from his father and for the remaining twenty minute journey home John smiled affectionately as he listened to his eldest chatter away animatedly. As they pulled up to their home where Dean’s mother, Mary, and little brother, Sammy, would be found in the kitchen; Sammy struggling wilfully through his homework while his mom made dinner. John pulled into the driveway and parked the car before turning to his son, “Come on. You better go tell your Momma the good news, bud.”
Dean nodded and jumped out the car, racing towards the house… “Mom, Mom! I did it! I passed! I can drive!” Dean yelled as he searched for his mother, John following behind at a more sedate pace.
“Oh, well done, baby! You did good, Dean. Real good! We’re so proud of you sweetheart.” Mary smiled warmly at her son before kissing his cheek. “How about you get your homework done and then you and Sam can go wash up and come back to the table for dinner, hey?” Dean nodded and left the room as quickly as he entered it. John stood in the doorway watching his sunny faced wife before walking across the room to hug her from behind. “Hey beautiful.” He whispered, nibbling her ear.
“Mm, you’re a charmer.” She responded breathlessly with a sweet smile, “How’s my favourite handsome guy?” She turned to face him, pressing herself against him as she threaded her hands around his neck, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him softly. John was unable to speak as the kiss deepened and he smirked when they pulled apart, “Well, he’s even better now anyway. God, you’re so amazing…” He could feel himself becoming aroused and tried to subtly get his wife to take it to the next step but she leaned back, looking at him.
“Honey, we can’t… Not in the kitchen when the boys’ll be back down soon. Later, I promise…” She giggled, turning back to dinner as John looked at her in complete shock. “What?!Bu… Fine.” He grumbled, as he turned away dejectedly, heading towards the dining room to set the table with a sigh; trying to successfully hide his somewhat uncomfortable erection from his overly observant children. The joys of having teenagers who appeared at all the wrong times, John mused. Hmm, yeah… Joys.
Two weeks had passed since Dean had passed his test, and the sixteen year old had taken every opportunity to drive in the car with his parents whenever he was allowed in order to show them how good a driver he was. And so it was hardly surprising to John when Dean appeared by his side at breakfast on Wednesday morning as he read the paper looking nervous, “Hey Dad?”
John looked up briefly, “Yeah?”
“Can I, uh, borrow the car tomorrow? Please.” He mumbled, clearly nervous.
“I dunno, what for? I’m not sure we’re quite ready for you to be out in the car by yourself yet, Deano.”
“Aw, da-aad! Please! I won’t be myself! It’s uh…” Dean blushed, “I kinda got a date. With Rosie. Please let me go, Dad. It’s just pizza and the movies. I’ll be super careful, and I’ll be back on time and I’ll be good. I promise!”
“I dunno, Dean… I’d feel better taking you guys and picking you up… I-”
“Dad! I’m not some little kid! COME ON!” Dean’s frustration was becoming clear and John raised an eyebrow at his son who’s look went from defiant to sheepish in a matter of seconds.
“Really, buddy? Cause that behaviour looks pretty childish to me. Now, I’ll speak to your Mom about it and tell you after school, okay?”
Dean sighed, “Fine…”
That night, Dean went to bed elated when his Dad told him that he could have the car tomorrow, but with conditions. “I spoke to your Mom…” John started, “And, we’ve decided to give you a chance to prove to us you can be responsible and drive sensible. However, it is a school night. So, I expect you to be home by ten and in bed by eleven. If you fail to do this, you won’t be using the car for a while, okay? The usual rules apply, and you know the deal with rules, Dean. But if you show me you can do this, your mum and I are willing to let you use the car more often. Understood?” Dean nodded with a grin. “Okay; deal. Bed time then, go on…” John gave his son a hug goodnight before sending him to bed and heading up soon after wards to join his wife who was already in bed, hoping he’d made the right choice…
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“Where the fuck is he, Mary?!” John growled for the fifth time that night. It was half eleven and John had tried to call his son’s cell what he was convinced was a million times already. “I’m going to fuckin’ kill him when he gets home. His ass is so dead. He’s never using that damn car again! Ever.” John continued his rant as he paced, turning only when Sammy appeared in the doorway. “Get back to bed, Samuel. You should be asleep.” He growled at the child who visible flinched, wide eyed.
“But Dad… Where’s Dean?” Sam whined, practically in tears.
“Hey,” John softened immediately, opening his arms to his son who ran straight into them, “I don’t know yet, Sammy. But don’t you worry, baby. Your brother’s gonna be home soon, shhh… It’s okay.” John soothed, trying to tamp down his own fear at his son’s disappearance. Mary appeared in the doorway from the kitchen and walked over, taking their youngest from the agitated father.
“Hush, baby… It’s okay… Dean’s coming back soon… Come on, you need to sleep, Tiger.” She told him, directing him upstairs to his bed. While she was gone, John continued to alternate between pacing, cussing, and trying to get hold of his son; praying to God that he was okay and not dead somewhere in a ditch or a wrecked car. Fuck.
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Dean heard his phone vibrate on the dashboard and looked up from his makeout session with Rosie, trying to decide whether to answer it or not. He’d gotten Rosie down to her underwear, and he wasn’t much more dressed as he was enticed by her subtle curves and glowing skin. His erection was obvious immediately and one thing had led to another and as Dean kissed her and fondled her, he decided to go for it, knowing that the temptation and desire was getting to much to bear. This would break his virginity, and hers too, but God was she worth it. He reached for his boxers and began to pull them down when the phone went off again and he stopped frustrated, leaning over from the back seat of the impala to grab it. The called ID showed his worst nightmare (or what he suspected his worse nightmare was): Dad, and the time made it worse: 11:56pm. “Oh fuck. I am so dead… Uh, Rosie? It’s midnight… We gotta go… My parents are gonna kill me… I’m so sorry…” Rosie squealed in fright and jumped up, fixing her clothes quickly followed by Dean. They jumped round to the front of the car and Dean answered the phone, “Uh, hi Dad. I’m fine, sorry I’m late. I’m on my way, something came up. Love you, bye.” Dean quickly explained, hanging up before his daddy could speak. His heart was hammering in his chest and sweat was beading on his forehead. Rosie was practically in tears, her long brown curls swept to one shoulder as her fingers tapped on the dashboard.
“Hey, it’s okay, Rose. I promise… I had fun tonight, can we do this again?” Dean asked quietly as they arrived outside her house. Dean walked her to the door and was relieved when she told him she’d love to spend more time with him and was really into him. Dean leaned in to kiss her on the doorstep as a blush crept up into her cheeks, her big brown blue eyes gazing at him shyly. “Night, Rosie. I’ll be seeing you again soon.” He whispered before she slipped into the house to her parents' worry, and he ran back to the car leaving her driveway quickly.
Dean raced towards home, stopping only when he saw the flashing lights of a police siren telling him to pull into the side of the road and he groaned. Oh God, he was so dead…
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John finished what seemed like the hundredth cup of coffee that night and tried not to swear as he looked at the clock: 12:32pm. What the fuck was taking so long? Dean had said he was nearly home exactly 35 minutes ago, he should have been hope after only twenty. Damn, that kid was so dead. John looked at Mary who’s face was pale with worry and she was gnawing at her lip to hold the tears in. The father of two crossed the room to his wife and wrapped her in a hug, pulling her in against his shoulder as sobs wracked her body. He was going to fuckin' kill that kid for scaring his poor, sweet Momma like this. “Hey, sweetheart... Hey, hey, Mary; it’s okay. He’s coming home just now, darling; he promised… Calm down… Hushhhh.” John soothed, rubbing her back and planting a soft kiss to the crown of her head. After a few more moments, Mary sighed deeply, drawing a calming breath. “I hope you deal with his behaviour real thorough, John. Real thorough. I think I’m gonna check up on Sam; he’s not really sleeping cause he’s real shaken up.”
As Mary turned to head up stairs, the door opened and Dean stepped inside shaking visibly all over. Mary was over at his side in a flash as she wrapped him in a hug, with John close behind. “Are you okay, son? We were so worried… Are you hurt?!” Mary interrogated the teen with tears in her eyes. Dean shook his head, “I’m fine…” He mumbled, completely subdued. A moment later, Mary pulled away.
“I’ll go see if Sam’s awake and tell him Dean’s home,” She told John, leaving father and son alone. Dean stared at the floor, scuffing his foot on the carpet till John raised his chin to regain their eye contact. “So, you wanna tell me what on earth you were thinking breaking every one of the rules I gave you tonight?” John asked with more calm than he felt.
“I, uh…” Dean stuttered before taking a deep breath, “I’m so sorry, Dad. I had an amazing night and I got kinda carried away and time just totally got away from me and I didn't realise how late it was, but then I was rushing to get home and I sorta, well, bumped the car on the way home trying to get back fast cause me and Rosie, we sorta got carried away…” Dean’s ears blushed furiously, “I got a speeding ticket, Dad. I’m so so sorry.” The sixteen year old whispered as tears slipped down his cheek.
John had to count to ten until the red cleared from his vision and he raised his eyebrow at his son, “A ticket? Damage to the Impala? Just how fast were you going, young man?”
“Uh… S-Seventy miles an hour?” Dean winced at the glare his Dad sent him.
“I see. Well, I am not going to deal with all of this tonight, Mister. Tonight, you will be handing over the impala keys with the knowledge you won’t be going anywhere behind the wheel of a car for a long, long time buddy. You’re also grounded for at least the next three weeks for being three hours late since you were due home at ten and didn’t walk through that door until one. You will pay me back for the speeding fine I will be paying for you tomorrow, with your allowance, until it has been paid, along with paying for the damage to the Impala that I now have to fix. And now, let’s deal with the last part of you coming home so late and showing such blatant disrespect towards your Mom and I, and Sammy too for that matter. Come on…” John led Dean over to the couch and pulled him between his spread legs, undoing his jeans and lowering them along with his boxers. Dean tried to pull away as he went to lower the underwear and John landed a sharp slap to the side of his backside. “Settle down, little boy.” John growled, “I changed your diapers and bathed you more times than either of us can remember.”
With that he yanked the boxers down and pulled Dean across his lap, landing hard smacks to his son’s backside. He repeatedly aimed swats at Dean’s sit spots with deadly accuracy, swatting the same spot three or four times before moving on as he wanted to get this over with as quickly as possibly. It had been a long night for them all and Dean had school tomorrow, so John didn’t want to keep him up longer than he had to. He started to flick his wrist sharply on each swat, intensifying the sting so that Dean was wriggling and squirming within moments, whimpering with each hard slap. “Owww… Daaadd…” He whined quietly. Within the next minute he broke down over John’s muscled thighs and John fought the urge to just stop then and there.
“No more breaking the rules Dean. Your mom and I set rules for a reason, and want to keep you safe. You know better than to be disrespectful, and I’m disappointed in the choices you made tonight. I hope you remember to make better choices in the future, kid. Nearly done now, buddy…” John promised, finishing up with sixteen incredibly hard swats to Dean’s backside that made even John wince. The backside before him was a furiously dark red and Dean was sobbing; shaking with his sobs. John began to rub his back and murmur soothing words to him, waiting Dean’s tears out before helping him stand up after replacing his boxers. He pulled Dean into a firm hug, rubbing his neck to help him calm down further, before helping Dean out of his jeans. “Come on, Ace. Let’s get you in bed…” John encouraged his son who was looking like a lost little boy as he sniffled and rubbed at his sore, red bottom frantically. John led Dean upstairs to his room and coaxed him into changing his t-shirt to his sleep shirt before pulling back the comforter and pointing to the bed, smiling affectionately as his little boy climbed into bed on his stomach, hugging his pillow with big, fat tears in his eyes. “Night, Daddy.” He whispered, “I’m so sorry I let you down…” More tears filled his eyes and fell onto the pillow. John sighed, before smoothing his hair from his forehead, “Hey now, don’t you think about that just now, bud. We’ll get through this and sort it tomorrow. Shhh, go to sleep now. I’m here; it’s okay…” John murmured to his son, waiting until he dosed off into a deep sleep before leaving the room quietly. Well, that was for sure… At least he knew what tomorrow would bring; or so he thought as he climbed wearily into bed beside his already slumbering wife. So he thought…
-End of part one! Part two to follow…