Author: ItsmecoonBeta: Trumansshell- thank you!Type of work: FictionTitle: Algebra sucksFandom: SupernaturalMain Characters/Parings Teacher/Dean Ellen/ Dean and JoannaType of Spanking: Parental, disciplineImplement(s): Summary: I don't own these characters; I just brought them out to play. Blind prompt : AdultWord Count: 3563Notes & Warnings: Spanking of fictional minors and bad language.

The prompts were:

Principal's Office, Poor result (school/hunt/etc), Loopy Johnny, Ellen or Joanna Beth Harvelle

Eleven year old Dean knew he was in big trouble. He was sitting in the chairs outside Mr. Truman's office waiting for the Principal to call him in. He wasn't sure what to expect since he'd only been at this school a few weeks. His Dad and Uncle Bobby were off on a hunt so, Sammy and he were staying with Mrs. Ellen and Jo.

He knew that Mrs. Ellen was going to be seriously pissed. She specifically asked him every night this week if he needed help with any school work and he told her over and over he was good. When in fact, he didn't understand Algebra and hadn't been doing his homework.

His teacher, Mr. Holmes, threatened him with a trip to the office if he didn't start doing his homework. Mr. Holmes thought Dean was just being a trouble maker. He didn't know that Dean didn't understand any of it and of course Dean's macho pride wouldn't let him confess.

So, now he's sitting outside the office waiting to be called to his doom. Then he'd have to go back to the Road House and confess to Mrs. Ellen and see her disappointment too.

He jumped when he heard the office door open and Mr. Truman say,

"Mr. Winchester, follow me."

"Yes sir."

"Well at least you have some manners."

Dean didn't say anything. He was pissed. This man knew nothing about him and acted like Dean was being raised badly.

"Sit down."

Dean sat. The Principal had Dean's file in front of him and was looking it over. Dean could see the change in his features when he determined Dean was a bad kid. He looked at Dean and said,

"I see this isn't your first time in a Principal's office, is it Dean?"

"No sir."

"I take it you aren't new to corporal punishment either are you son?"

"No sir I'm not and I'm not your son."

"No offense meant Dean. I know you aren't from around here. It's not an uncommon thing to say."

"I understand but please don't call me that again." Dean said a little edgy.

"No need for the attitude, you're in enough trouble as it is."

"Yes sir."

"Now, Mr. Holmes tells me you've been disruptive in his class. You have yet to turn in an assignment and you horse around when called to the board to do a problem."

Dean didn't answer. He just looked at the desk.

"Is this true Mr. Winchester?"

"Some of it sir."

"Which part isn't true?"

"I wasn't horsing around sir."

"I see. So, going to the board and just standing there, not attempting to do the work, even when prodded by Mr. Holmes, isn't horsing around?"

"I was thinking, sir."

Mr. Truman slammed his hand on the desk causing Dean to jump as he loudly screamed,

"I will not tolerate such blatant disrespect Mr. Winchester. I know there's only one way to deal with your kind."

"And what is that sir?" Dean was pissed at the way he was being treated.

"A spanking."

"Don't you mean a paddling?"

"Paddlings are for normal kids. Troublemakers in this school get spanked with this." He said pulling out the weirdest thing Dean had ever seen. It was shaped like an oval paddle, but it looked like it was made from a cane bent into loops. Just looking at it he knew this was going to hurt!

"What in the hell is that?"

"You just earned an extra lick for your language." Mr. Truman stated, "This my boy is called a Loopy Johnny. This one is made from a cane bent into the shape of an oval. Some are made from rubber tubing so they are more like a belt or strap. But I prefer the cane for my unruly students."

"I'm sure you don't have permission to use it!"

"Well you see my boy, I have permission to use corporal punishment. The implement isn't specified and you won't be telling either."

Dean didn't say anything. He knew Mr. Truman was correct. He wasn't talking. In fact he wasn't telling Mrs. Ellen anything if he had the choice.

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Jo was in her third period English class when Mrs. Hiders asked her to take an envelope to the Principal.

"Now Joanna, give this directly to Mr. Truman. It's very important that it gets directly into his hands. Tell him it's from me. Can you handle that?"

"Yes Ma'am, I can do that."

Jo walked down the hallway and walked into the office. The secretary, Miss Johnson, was away from her desk. She could hear Mr. Truman in his office talking to someone. She waited but when Miss Johnson hadn't returned after five minutes, she decided to try to knock.

She got close to the door and she recognized the other voice in the room, it was Dean. She was curious now. She had her hand on the handle when she heard a whack and a yelp from Dean. She knew Dean, he wouldn't yelp at one lick. He always held out much longer than Sam or her could.

She was nervous when she heard the next whack and a distinct

"Owwwww," coming from Dean.

She slowly grabbed the door knob and turned it. She gently pushed the door open and looked at what was happening.

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"How many did I say Mr. Winchester?" Mr. Truman asked walking around the room.

"E….e..eight Sir." Dean choked out trying not to let his tears fall. This thing hurt so much more than a paddle ever had.

"You forgot the one for bad language, son."

Dean wanted to stand up and yell, 'I'm not your fucking son.' but decided against it.

"Yes sir." is all he managed to spit out.

Mr. Truman stepped back up behind Dean, raised the Loopy Johnny high in the air and brought it down with a loud Whack!

"AHHHHH" Dean yelled. Fighting to stay in position.

"Good boy Dean, Grab the desk. Stay in position at all costs or that lick won't count."

Dean answered with a yes sir but it was incomprehensible. Mr. Truman let it go because he knew Dean was in pain, not being disrespectful.

Another whack was given which caused Dean to cry out again. Jo couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had heard rumors that Mr. Truman used something other than a paddle on some kids, but she always believed that to be a lie. She didn't know what to do. She knew that her Mom and Mr. John wouldn't allow that bastard to do this to Dean, Sam or her if they knew. She didn't want to embarrass Dean but knew this was wrong.

She waited until the sound of the next whack to fall to shut the door without being heard. When she heard the horrible moaning from Dean, her tears started falling.

She could hear Dean begin to beg for Mr. Truman to stop.

"Please…I'm…Sorry….. Stop…"

WHACK

"AHHHHH,…Stop!" Dean was sobbing now.

"One, get back into position Mr. Winchester."

Dean tried hard.

"Dean only three to go. Two."

Jo couldn't take it anymore. She burst into the room, slammed the door, ran behind the desk and reached for Dean's hands.

"Miss Harvelle, what is the meaning of this?"

"Dean give me your hands. Only three to go if you do. I'll help you!" She virtually ignored the Principal.

"Joanna, you have earned a paddling for this intrusion."

"Yes sir, as soon as I help Dean, he can help me."

"No jo," Dean said, "I got this."

He leaned over and grabbed the edge of the desk. Three more was all. He could do this. The Loopy Johnny was again raised only this time a little higher and swung a little harder. Dean yelped, jumped up, grabbed his backside, and rubbed furiously.

"One."

"Dean give me your hands, please."

Dean tried but couldn't stop rubbing.

"Two."

"Dean, look at me."

He looked into her eyes, reached out, grabbed her hands and was in position before the number three was counted. She stared back at him and said,

"Only two more."

Mr. Truman made sure the last two really counted. Dean yelled and continued sobbing by the time he was done. He didn't think he would ever sit again and this was only third period. He had lunch and four classes to go.

"Okay Joanna Beth, it's your turn."

"Mr. Truman, I'll cooperate with whatever you want but my Mom requests you call her before you paddle me."

"What?"

"Check my file sir."

"Miss Johnson?"

She didn't answer or come in so he buzzed her. Still no answer. Jo was next to Dean rubbing his back while he calmed down. He had his head down on the desk as he tried to stop crying. He had to man up so he wasn't embarrassed any more than he already was in front of Jo.

"Mr. Winchester, Miss Harvelle?"

"Y…y..yes sir" Dean hiccupped.

"Yes sir?"

"You two go back to class. Jo, I'll call you back after I've reached your Mom."

"Yes sir." Both Said.

"Mr. Truman?"

"Yes?"

"Mrs. Hiders sent me to deliver this to you." She said handing him the envelope. "Do we need a readmit slip sir?"

"Have Miss John….." He started but remembered she was AWOL.

He wrote them each a slip and as they headed out the door he said,

"Just be in fourth period. Take a little time if you need it Mr. Winchester."

"Thank you sir."

"I trust this won't become a habit."

"No sir."

"Good, because you are really old enough to get twelve of the best like I did at boarding school."

Dean didn't answer that. He and Jo just turned and left. Dean couldn't believe what Mr. Truman just suggested. What he just got was too many for an adult let alone a kid.

He prayed that Mrs. Ellen had mercy on him and at least waited a week before she wore him out.

Jo knew her Mom would be angry but she didn't care. What Mr. Truman did to Dean was unacceptable and she would let her Mom know it.

They both slowly walked out of the office. Each with different thoughts running around in their head.

Dean was worried about never go back to the office but how does he get better at Algebra? What will Mrs. Ellen and his Dad do when they find out? How much more trouble will he be in? 'That sounds like a freaking Algebra problem.' Dean thought. 'If boy "a" gets caught doing "b", he will get "c". A + B =C If A is not doing homework and B is getting spanked by the Principal what is C? It's a trip across Mrs. Ellen and his Dad's knee for a spanking. Great he couldn't hardly walk as it is.'

Jo was wondering what her mother's reaction would be. She had always been a good student and never got in trouble at school. Home was a different story. Never had the Principal called her Mom for permission to paddle her and she was nervous.

"Jo, how mad will your Mom be?"

"At you or me?"

"Both!"

"Well, she won't be happy. I know I will at least end up over her knee. Maybe you too, I don't know."

"Just what I thought, yippee. I'm sorry I got you in trouble. Thanks for helping me out. I couldn't have done it without your help."

"So, I guess you owe me now?"

"I guess I do."

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Needless to say they were both uncomfortable the rest of the day. Dean couldn't sit still or find a way that he wasn't in extreme pain. While Jo kept waiting for the call to the office after they got hold of her Mom. Jo never got the call.

Sam couldn't understand why Jo and Dean were both grumpy when they got on the bus to head home after school. They both basically told him to shut up. So he just sat there and pouted.

The three of them walked into the Road House after they got off the bus. Ellen was putting glasses away and smiled at them and asked,

"So, how was school today?"

"School was great Mrs. Ellen. But, don't ask them. They are both in a bad mood. They are being mean and grumpy."

"That's because they got in trouble at school today Sammy. But they both know better than to take it out on you. Apologize to him NOW!"

"Sorry Sammy." "Yeah, sorry Sam. I didn't mean to be rude."

"Okay I forgive you both."

""Sammy, Ash has a snack for you in his office. That way I can speak to Dean and Jo. Just go knock on the door and he'll let you in."

"Yes Ma'am," he said but looked over to Dean for reassurance that everything would be okay.

"It's okay tiger, go enjoy your snack," Dean said but Sam still didn't look too convinced so he added, "I got into some trouble at school kiddo. But, I'll be fine. It's okay, do as you're told."

"Yes sir." Sam said. It was natural and just popped out.

Ellen usually let Dean handle Sam when he got that way. Uncle Bobby or Pastor Jim would have told Sam to mind. Once Sam left, Ellen motioned for Dean and Jo to take a seat at the table she pointed to. Jo pouted but easily sat. Dean walked slowly to the table, looked at the chair with hate in his eyes, slowly lowered himself down and hissed as his ass made contact with the chair.

Their actions told Ellen all she needed to know. Jo hadn't been call to the office and Dean got paddled good. She asked,

"What happened?"

Neither took the initiative to start so she said,

"One of you better start talking now."

Dean decided to be the man and own up to his mistakes.

"I got sent to the office for not doing my homework and Mr. Holmes said I was goofing off too."

"Mr. Holmes is Algebra correct?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"So, you admit to not doing your homework?"

"Yes Ma'am that's correct."

"But, you didn't goof off?"

"No Ma'am."

"Why would he say you did?"

"Because I just stood there. I didn't know what to do."

"Explain how you were in trouble for not doing your homework when you told me you had it all done?"

"I lied." Dean whispered.

"EXCUSE ME? I didn't hear you."

"I didn't understand how to do it. I was embarrassed to ask for help so I didn't do it and I lied and told you I did Ma'am."

"Go find a corner Dean."

"Yes Ma'am"

"Jo, why did I get a call from Mr. Truman today asking for permission to paddle you?"

"I was sent to the office to deliver something to Mr. Truman. I overheard Dean getting spanked and I could tell it was a harsh punishment because Dean yelped at the first lick."

"Seriously?" Ellen was shocked herself.

"Yes Mom. So, I peeked in and he wasn't getting paddled like I thought. Mr. Truman was using something weird looking."

"You mean it wasn't a paddle?"

"No Ma'am it wasn't."

"Is that true Dean?"

"Yes Ma'am. He said I was a trouble maker and he used something he called a loopy Johnny. He said it was a bent cane. It hurt something fierce Ma'am."

"Okay thank you Dean. Joanna you may continue."

"Well, when I heard Mr. Truman yelling and threatening Dean with extra licks when he was crying so hard already, I ran in and held Dean's hands to help him stay in place. Mr. Truman warned me that I earned a paddling and I told him he had to get your permission first. He sent us back to class and said he would call you and get back with me."

"Does that sound accurate Dean?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Mrs. Ellen, please don't punish her because I couldn't control myself."

"Dean, I'll decide who gets punished and why. Joanna Beth, go find a corner too. Let me check out a few things and I'll get back to you both about your punishment."

"Yes Ma'am," they both said.

Ellen had never heard of a Loopy Johnny so she went and researched it on the internet. She was appalled that something that fierce looking was used on an eleven year old boy. She called Mr. Truman to confirm their story.

"Yes, that sounds exactly right Mrs. Harvelle."

"Well in that case Mr. Truman, I will see to it that you get your permission to use corporal punishment revoked! How dare you use something like that on Dean and tell him it's because he's trouble. Shame on you! As for Joanna Beth, I'll be handling her punishment. If you ever have a legitimate cause to punish her, Dean or Sam in the future, I will be there when you do it and if I feel you are too harsh, I'll stop you."

"I understand your feelings. It's hard to admit when you have a troubled child. Thank you for talking with Jo. I appreciate it. Goodbye Mrs. Harvelle."

"Goodbye." She said thinking that he hung up kind of quickly.

After 30 minutes Ellen said,

"Joanna Beth, Dean, go to your rooms and wait for me there."

They both went to their rooms without anything said. Dean was still moving so much slower than Jo. She decided to go and deal with Jo first. She knocked and walked in. She pulled a chair over and sat across from Jo.

"So what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Dean was hurting and expecting more licks. He didn't need any more than he was sentenced so I had to help him."

"How many licks did he get?"

"Nine."

"WHAT?"

"Yes Ma'am nine."

"Okay, let's get this over with."

Jo didn't argue. She was told to leave the office and she didn't so she deserved this. She was very shocked when her Mom gave her nine swats with her hand only over her jeans and let her up.

Ellen grabbed Jo in a tight hug and said,

"Sweetheart, thank you for sticking up for Dean but next time you need to obey your teachers. Understand?"

"Yes Ma'am." Jo let a few tears fall and was sniffling into her Mom's arms.

"Okay young lady, get your butt downstairs, get Sam, and start your homework while I talk to Dean."

"Mom, please don't spank him. He got spanked during third period, around 10:00 a.m. and he still can't sit comfortably."

"Like I told Dean, punishments are my decision not yours. No go do as you were told before I decide I wasn't hard enough on you."

"Yes Ma'am"

She knocked on Dean's door and walked in. Dean was laying on his stomach and as fast as he could, he got up stood at attention ready to follow her instructions.

"Why did you lie to me Dean?"

"I was embarrassed about not understanding Algebra and once I told you I had done it once, it was easier and easier but I was getting in deeper and deeper."

"You got in really deep didn't you?"

"Yes Ma'am I did."

"Okay then," She said pulling out a chair and sitting in it. Dean's heart sunk. "Lose the pants and get over my knee." She wasn't going to punish him a lot she just wanted to see what the Loopy Johnny did to cause Dean to not sit down still.

Dean didn't complain once. He did exactly as she requested. He hissed as the fabric from his pants were pulled over his bruised backside. He got over her knee and braced himself for the pain. He tensed when she grabbed the waist band of his boxers and cried out as she lowered them.

She couldn't believe the purple bruised butt over her knee. Her blood boiled. She didn't want to punish him any further but he lied to her. She noticed that his sit spots hadn't been touched so she landed four swats to each sit spot. Then she lightly popped his butt once eliciting a yelp and tears.

She fixed his boxers and told him,

"Don't lie to me again Dean."

"No Ma'am. I'm sorry."

She pulled him into a hug and said,

"You're forgiven! You're suspended for three days correct?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Okay, take a nap. It's been a tough day. We'll work on your homework tomorrow."

"Yes Mrs. Ellen," he hugged her tight, "Thank you!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Truman did that to you. Trust me he will never do that to another child again."

She tucked Dean into bed and kissed his forehead. He fell instantly to sleep. She rubbed his back for a little while as she decided what to do.

Ellen called John and explained what happened and he came home immediately. He saw Dean's butt and headed straight to the school. He made damn sure that Mr. Truman never used a Loopy Johnny again. John gave him twenty licks with it, took it with him when he left and burned the evil thing.

Dean was tutored in Algebra and could have gotten straight A's in it if he wanted to. But, let's face it, he was still Dean Winchester and no matter how you did the math, A+B would never equal C.