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CONTENT WARNING: This story takes place over several week's time, and Aly gets spanked more than once, including a couple times with a hairbrush. Sam gets spanked with a belt.

Thank you to Molli3 for the help with editing and whatnot. This is for those of you who wanted stern, strict Winchesters- you know who you are! I hope this fits the bill!

Aly: 9 years old, Sam: 17 years old, Dean: 21 years old

CHAPTER 1. LIES OF OMISSION

"Go in and take something!" Shelly said encouragingly with a mischievous grin. "It's your turn!"

"No, I ain't gonna do it," Joey shook his head stubbornly.

The door of the Gas-n-Sip opened and the manager came out, "You kids need to get outta here," he pointed at a sign that said 'No loitering'. The late afternoon sun gleamed off of the patches of bald head we could see through his comb-over. "You know what that means? It means no hanging around someplace not buying anything. Either come into the store and buy something, or leave."

"We got a right to be here!" Joey argued, stepping forward bravely.

"No ya don't, kid. This is my property and there's laws against loitering. I can call the police on ya," The man put his hands on his hips and frowned at all of us.

Shelly rolled her eyes and tossed her head, making her messy ponytail flip. "Fine. Let's go, guys," she said disdainfully. We started to follow her off of the sidewalk in front of the store and I heard the door chime as the manager shuffled back inside.

"Grumpy old coot, he's worse than my grand-dad," Will muttered. It was getting cooler as the sun set, and our shadows got longer as we walked the two blocks back to our neighborhood. School had been in session for a couple of weeks now, and we had taken to hanging out at certain kids' houses after getting off of the bus. Shelly had suggested that we go to the Gas-n-Sip to get snacks, she said that her parents never had enough stuff to eat when she got home from school.

The next day we were back. We bought Slushies and stood outside by the dumpster in the parking lot. I got blue raspberry and everyone else got cola flavored, but Sam said I can only have cola as a treat because it had caffeine. The manager wasn't there, but the clerk, who was an older man, watched us with one raised eyebrow as we filled the cups and brought them to the counter.

I heard the familiar rumble of the engine before I saw it. My brother's car pulled into the lot and I watched him get out and start filling the gas tank before entering the store.

"I hope he doesn't see me," I whispered, stepping back to stand between Shelly and Patty.

He walked out, put a plastic bag on the passenger seat and then finished with the pump. He glanced around and I saw him noticing the group of kids I was with, and then I felt an anxious pang in my stomach as I saw him recognizing me- I wasn't supposed to be here.

"Aly?" his question was unsure while he peered at our group, stepping towards us, "Aly?!" he was definitely sure it was me now, "What the hell kid?" he asked angrily, "What are you doing here?"

I raised my cup, "We were thirsty, we got Slushies."

"Get in the car, you're going home," he growled with a scowl on his face.

"But Dean-"

"Now!" He spun on his heel and stalked over to the car.

I followed him over and he took the cup out of my hand, tossing it in the trash can.

"Hey!" I protested.

"That blue shit is not going in my Baby, you'll get it on everything."

I huffed at him and slammed the door after sliding onto the back seat.

Dean turned around and glowered at me, "Alyson, what in the hell are you doing? You're supposed to be at a friend's house, not running around the neighborhood!"

"I wasn't 'running around'! We- we come here and get stuff to eat!"

"Oh, you've done this more than once? Great. Just great." He started the car and eased it out of the lot.

"What's the big deal?"

"The deal is, that you're sneaking off to do this without asking for permission or telling me about it! Are you one of those kids that're stealing stuff all the time?"

There was talk all over the neighborhood about kids that were going in and stealing from the store, but no one was sure who it was, and no one would own up to anything either.

I blushed, "No!"

He looked at me sternly for a long moment in the rear-view mirror, "You sure about that?" I squirmed on my seat, "We're going to have a talk about this when we get home."

"A talk? Why?" I asked nervously, I wasn't sure if he meant the regular kind of talking with our mouths, or the kind of 'talk' that involved his hand and my butt.

"Are you supposed to be walking around going to the Gas-n-Sip without asking permission? You told me you were going to a friend's house. You've been lying."

"I have not!"

"It's called a lie of omission, little girl."

"No it's not!" I insisted.

"I'm not going to argue with you about this any longer," Dean snapped, as he pulled up to the curb of the small house we were renting.

As soon as we walked into the living room, Sam came up to me with a piece of paper in his hand. "Do you have something you want to tell me?" he asked me in a stern voice.

"Uh... about what?"

"Your library books?"

"Uh, no?" I was confused.

He shook the piece of paper at me, "This is a letter from the library- you owe $13.75 for a book that's over due by three weeks! You told me that you had found all of them!"

"Well I thought I had!" I protested, looking to the side.

Sam stepped closer to me, narrowing his eyes, "Aly, you are such a bad liar. You have always been a bad liar, and I know when you are lying. And you're lying now."

"I am not!" I said defensively.

I hadn't been able to find the book, but I hadn't told him that, I had lied and said I had returned all of them.

"Yeah, you are. And I'm disappointed in you, that you would lie about this. Come here." Sam pulled me over to the armchair and sat down, bringing me over his lap in one quick movement. I tried to get up off of his lap, panicking- Sam rarely spanked me! But he pushed me and held me down with his huge hand on my back, and then his other huge hand was coming down on my bottom, quick, sharp spanks.

I burst into tears, wailing, "Saaaamm! I'm sorrryyy!"

Then just as quickly, the spanking was over, and he stood me up in front of him.

He was frowning at me. "Don't lie to me about your books," he said sternly.

"No, Sam," I hiccuped, my chest heaving.

"Guess where I found her," Dean said, and Sam gave him a questioning look.

"Over at the Gas-n-Sip, with the neighborhood kids. She's been going over there with them, instead of being at that girl's house like she told us."

Sam's frown deepened as he looked at me again, and I felt myself blushing.

"I didn't lie about that either!" I exclaimed hotly, "I didn't say anything!" I started to back away from my brothers, closer to the end of the hallway, to be able to escape to my room.

"And that's why it's called a lie of omission, young lady," Sam told me, "It's when you deliberately leave something out."

"And it's still a lie," Dean came over to me quickly, pulling me towards him and bringing his hand down on my already sore bottom in a flurry of hard swats.

"Oww, Deeeeann," I whined, starting to cry harder. He let my arm go, but took my chin and made me look up at him.

"You know how I feel about lying, and if Dad were here, you'd get worse, because he feels the same way. Don't- lie- to- us."Dean bit the last four words out slowly and released his hold on my chin.

"That's s'posed to make me feel better?" I grumped, rubbing my stinging rear end. "I just got spanked by both my brothers!"

Sam chuckled. "Come here, Alybug," he beckoned me, and I walked cautiously over to him. This time he pulled me to sit on his lap, and he put his arms around me.

"No more lying, huh?" he said softly, rubbing the back of my head, "We want to be able to trust you and know that you're going to do the right thing."

"Okay, Sammy," I sniffled, snuggling into his flannel.

After we had finished eating dinner, Dean pushed his plate back and set his eyes on me, saying firmly, "We need to talk."

"About what?"

"About you, and what's been going on. You're not allowed to hang out with those kids anymore."

"But Deeeeean, who' m I s'posed to play with then?"

"You'll just have to find someone else. Or stay here," he reasoned.

"I don't want to stay here!" I said sulkily.

"Well, you aren't going to be around those kids," his voice dropped a notch and his face got serious.

"Can I still go to the circle and hang out there? If I promise to not go anywhere else? Pleeeeease?" I begged. The circle was what the kids called the cul-de-sac.

Dean looked at Sam, "Well..." he said after a moment, "I guess. But I'm telling you, little girl, I come down to the circle and I don't see you, you're gonna have trouble sitting the next couple of days after I'm done with you. You got that?" He leaned towards me, looking me in the eyes intently.

I squirmed on my chair. "Okay, Dean," I said, scooting my chair back to get up from the table.

"Wait," Dean said to me, "We're going to have to figure out some sort of chores list for you to do to pay back that money that you owe for the library fine."

"Not fair!" I protested.

"That's fair, Aly," Sam agreed, "I'll put together a list of chores, and you need to do at least one thing every day. Each chore will be worth a different amount."

"Great," I muttered, "My life is just gonna be chores and homework."

"Well, you do the crime, ya gotta do the time," Dean gave me a lop-sided grin, "You can start by clearing the table and cleaning up the kitchen."

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When I got older, I learned to recognize that someone like Shelly was a "Bad Girl", also known as "Bad News", and I knew to stay away from her. But being the naive 9 year old that I was, I thought she was cool and sassy. She stole things from the Gas-n-Sip and probably other places as well, she cheated on tests and schoolwork, and she stole things like her Dad's beer and her Mom's cigarettes.

We'd meet on the side of her house, behind some bushes, and she'd show us whatever she had taken that day. If it was candy she might let us each have a piece. She'd passed around a can of beer last week and I had refused- I was around it enough to know that I didn't like the way it smelled, and Dean had let me have a little taste of his once, and it was gross.

This time she had a cigarette. It was long and thin and she said that her mom smoked "menthols", whatever that was. She lit it with a little pink plastic lighter that she said was her sister's, and she took the first puff. She waved the smoke away, and held it out.

"Next?" she said, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously.

Will took it and cautiously held it up to his lips. Shelly laughed at him. "You didn't even inhale, you big baby!" she laughed, "Pass it on!"

Carly was next. She took it, and put it up to her lips, and then took a deep breath. She coughed so hard the cigarette flew out of her mouth, and landed on the ground. Shelly picked it up while everyone laughed, and then Carly leaned over, her face green, and threw up. Everyone kept laughing, but now it sounded nervous.

I looked across at Will, who was now staring behind me with a look of horror on his face.

I felt a hand on my arm, and then someone was turning me around. Everyone else ran away.

My mouth went dry and my heart fell into my stomach as I stared up into the face of my big brother.

"Dean."

He didn't answer me, just kept walking, dragging me behind him.

"Dean."

He didn't even look back at me. My short legs stumbled, trying to keep up with his longer legs, walking in angry strides to our house.

"DEAN!" I said louder, throwing my weight backwards and trying to get him to slow down, or stop, or even look at me.

He did stop, and he whirled to face me, leaning down so that his face was right in mine. His eyes snapped green fire at me.

"Shut. Your. Mouth," he said in a deadly voice, "I don't want to hear anything from you right now," he turned, and started to walk.

I dug my feet in, and he spun again.

"Alyson I swear to God I will spank you right here on the street-" he said angrily.

I gulped loudly, and stopped struggling.

He pulled me into our house, into the living room, and turned me, letting me go, but he was leaning down into my face again.

"Did you try it?" his eyes searched mine, flicking back and forth.

"No! No, I didn't, I swear!" I said, pleading with him.

"You smell like it though," he straightened up, and folded his arms. "What did I tell you about the circle," he asked me.

"Uh-" I tried to remember what he had said.

"I told you that you weren't to hang out with those kids any more. I told you you could go there as long as you stayed in the circle."

"But I was- I mean, I didn't go into anyone's house-"

He over-rode me, talking louder- "I told you that if I went to the circle and didn't see you there, that you were going to have trouble sitting after I was done with you. Do you remember that now?"

"Oh," I said, feeling a nervous pang in my belly, "Yeah. But Dean, I swear-"

He turned and walked away from me, raking his hands through his hair, "You know what, Aly, save it," he said bitterly, "I've had just about enough of you."

"What?" I was stung.

"You know how Dad and I feel about lying, hell, it's practically a Winchester Law that we don't lie to each other, and you've already gotten in trouble for it, and here you are doing it again!"

"I didn't lie!" I exclaimed hotly.

He turned towards me. "You're hanging out with kids I told you not to, and you're doing the wrong thing. That is sneaking, little girl, and that is a form of lying. And I don't like it," He came up to me, "And the smoking is just plain wrong."

"Dean, I didn't smoke!" I protested.

"You shouldn't be hanging around kids that do either!" he exploded, "You're not even 10 years old, for Christ's sake!"

I flinched back at his anger.

"What should you have done?" his intense gaze bored in to me.

"I don't –I don't know!"

"You should have come right home and told me!"

"What? I can't do that, it's like tattling!"

"If a kid is doing the wrong thing, you need to leave. And that's that. No worrying about getting them in trouble or tattling or if they'll get mad. All you have to worry about is yourself and your own butt. And right now, your butt is about to get spanked."

"Dean-"

He took my arm, and led me over to the sofa. He sat down, and stood me in front of him, holding on to my wrist.

"I do not like how you've been keeping things from me, little girl. And the fact that you were hanging around a kid who was smoking- that pisses me off beyond belief. So you're gonna get a spanking, and you're gonna have trouble sitting when I'm done with you."

He pulled me towards him and tears filled my eyes as he turned me over his lap. His hand started to fall and I burst into tears as my bottom began to sting.

"Please Dean I'm sorry I won't go out of the circle any more I won't hang out with Shelly I won't do anything bad like that again please I'm sorryyyyy-" I wailed as he spanked me.

I felt him trying to pull my shorts down, but he couldn't. I had had a growth spurt recently, and all my pants and shorts were too tight. He stood me up in front of him, and then popped the button and undid the zipper. I grabbed his wrists and looked at him imploringly.

"Deeeeaaaaann," I whimpered as he tugged at the waistband.

"Let go, Aly," he growled, pushing my hands away as I tried to grab at him. He peeled my shorts down and my underpants came with them, and then he tipped me back over his lap.

The cool air in the house blew across my hot bottom, and I cringed.

"Dean!" I cried out, in a panic, "I'm sor-" and then I howled as he brought his hand down on my bare bottom for the first time.

"If I ever find out you were smoking, or I ever even catch you around another cigarette, this spanking will seem like a walk in the park," he snapped as he continued to spank me, "And you are done, little girl," he said, "Done going to the circle and done hanging out with those kids. I don't trust them and I don't know if I can trust you now."

Hearing him say that hurt my feelings, and that made me cry even harder than I already was. He was already angry with me, and now he didn't trust me. The fight went out of me and I slumped over his lap and just cried. He didn't say anything else as his hand continued descending, the sound of the smacks echoing off the walls of the room.

When he stopped spanking, my bottom was on fire and my face was drenched with tears. He stood me in front of him again and pulled my shorts and underpants up as I winced. He glared at me, his jaw still tight with anger.

"Never again, little girl," he ground out.

"No, D-dean," I sobbed, and I threw my arms around him. Only then, did he take me into his arms and hold me.

"I'm suh- sorry, Dean," my chest hitched as I spoke, "I w-won't b-be bad like that any—any more. D-do you trust me?" I looked up at him. He shifted me on his lap.

"I don't know, Aly. You've been lying so much lately and this is kinda the last straw. You're really going to have to watch your behavior and show us that you've changed and stop all the lies."

I leaned my head on his chest and sobbed- I wasn't used to this, Dean being so upset with me and not trusting me. I didn't know what I could do to gain his trust back. I felt guilty because of all the lies, and now that Dean had called me on it I felt ashamed. I didn't know why I was lying so much, or how to stop.