DESTINY!
Once again I'm taking bits and pieces of episodes and their dialogue and twisting them for my own purposes to fit my story. Episodes used are 4.03, 5.13, and 5.14. Barachiel- is counted as one of the four ruling seraphim, and counted the prince of the second heaven. This is a requested story for a loyal reader Chriscross1974, I hope you enjoy! (Not sure how many chapters there will end up being!)
Chapter 1: Don't judge a book by its cover!
"You wanted to see me, Barachiel?" Cupid asked.
"Yes, I wanted to talk to you about John Winchester and Mary Campbell."
"Why does Heaven care if Harry met Sally?"
"Oh, mostly we don't, but there are certain bloodlines and destinies that must be upheld" Barachiel stated.
"Yeah, well John and Mary hate each other and they'll never make it as a couple. Besides, Mary has a boyfriend and they've been together since second grade." Cupid informed his superior.
"I don't care about her boyfriend or what you have to do but it is imperative that John and Mary get together. Their sons have to be born, so John and Mary need to become a match made in heaven!"
"How do you propose I do that? They have nothing in common; they don't like anything about each other. Her family are hunters and he knows nothing about that kind of life. He seems to be the type that wouldn't want his wife working let alone hunting."
"I don't care how you achieve it Cupid! Get them together so that Mary can give birth to Michael and Lucifer's vessels! They are the key to the Apocalypse." Barachiel bellowed.
"Seriously?"
"It's not a million random acts of chance, that let John and Mary be born, to meet and to eventually fall in love and have two sons. Think of the million random choices they make and each one leads them closer to their destiny. Because it's not random and it's not chance, it's a plan and it's playing itself out perfectly. Just point them in the right direction and give a little push!" the prince explained.
"Okay boss, I'm on it!" Cupid says as he turns and walks out the door.
John Winchester was considered a bad boy because he lived on the west side of town, his dad was a mechanic and he wore a leather jacket. He actually was a very quiet polite boy that didn't care what anyone thought of him. He just let them think what they wanted. He was a tall, good looking well built young man. His bad boy reputation grew and grew. Sure he knew Mary Campbell. Although he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the whole school, she was so far out of his league that he didn't even think about them getting together.
Mary Campbell had been dating James Roberson since the second grade. Sure she knew John Winchester but he was considered a bad boy and her dad warned her to stay away from boys like him. Her dad really liked James. He came from a "good" upstanding family, and her dad hoped that one day Mary would marry him. Mary thought so too, but then…..
Mary was sitting on the bleachers inside the school working on homework waiting for James to get done with football practice. It was too cold for her to sit outside and watch him so she got permission to sit inside. She noticed John Winchester was sweeping the floor, 'no doubt a punishment for something' she chuckled to herself. He actually was doing some work for the janitor to earn some money to buy a car.
Mary shivered as she felt a chill. She didn't think too much about it until she noticed she could see her breath. She knew that could only mean a ghost so she gathered up her stuff and was going to leave right away to tell to her dad. As she stood up she saw the ghost of a young girl about her age. The Ghost yelled "He's mine, leave him alone" and pushed her. Mary's ankle caught the bench as she fell out of the bleachers. John saw her fall and rushed to help her.
"Are you okay Miss Campbell" John asked her as he reached down to help her stand.
She had never thought about John as anything but trouble but when he called her Miss Campbell and touched her hand, she felt tingly. She wasn't thinking about the pain in her ankle or the few tears in her eyes.
John's heart was racing as he touched the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. He wanted to kiss away the tears. 'What was wrong with me?' He thought, 'I never think things like that.'
"It's Mary and I'm okay, thank you. May I call you John?" She said as she wiped away some of the tears but winced as she put pressure on her right ankle. "Ouch."
""Yes Mary, John is fine." He blushed. "Here sit down and let me gather up your stuff and I'll help you home or where ever you need to go."
"That's nice of you thank you!"
The janitor walked in and saw John with Mary. He didn't look too happy. Here he was letting John do some of his work and he gave him a little money and John wasn't working he was flirting. He was going to lay down the law right now,
"John Winchester, what do you think you are doing?"
John winced and instantly set the books on the bench and went to stand in front of Mr. Thompson. "Sir, Miss Campbell took a fall down the bleachers and I was helping her up."
"Mary, is that true?" Mr. Thompson asked.
John tried not to be upset that man he worked for didn't believe him. He didn't think that adults would buy into the stereo type that he was a troublemaker. He dropped his head and stared at the floor waiting for Mr. Thompson to speak again.
"Yes Mr. Thompson, I've hurt my ankle falling from the bleachers and he offered to help me get to James."
"Thank you Mary." Mr. Thompson stated and then he turned to John, "What do you intend to do John? I need you to do the work I gave you to do. I was counting on you. If you walk off the job don't even think of coming back. I'll pay you for the work you have done but our agreement will be over."
"John, thank you. I'm okay I promise." Mary said as she gathered up her books and headed out of the gym.
Mary tried not to limp until after she was out of sight. But the pain was intense and she hobbled and gasp at the pain. She was surprised when she felt her weight being shifted to her left as John wrapped his arm around her for support.
"Mr. Thompson, I want to thank you for the opportunity. I would really love to continue helping you and earning the money I needed, but I can't in all good conscious allow an injured woman to hobble away without any assistance. If you ever have any other opportunities that you would like me to help you with, all you need to do is ask, Thank you sir."
"John, I knew everyone was dead wrong about you. You are truly a fine young man and all I have to say is, you need to be here after school tomorrow. I'm honored to have you work for me."
"Thank you sir, I'd shake your hand but mine are full." John answered with a nod then he turned back to Mary. "So Mary, where to?"
"The football field please." Mary told him. "John, would you really have quit your job to help me?"
"Yeah I think I just did, I got lucky that he is letting me come back."
"He's right you know?"
"Who's right?"
"Mr. Thompson, everyone is dead wrong about you!"
They stopped long enough to get their coats on and headed towards the football field and James Roberson. Mary was leaning very heavily on John for support. They were both kind of lost in feelings they didn't understand but were happy about.
Cupid followed them and was as confused as they were. He shot his arrow at Mary, but as she fell, it went right over her and into the far wall. 'Do they really like each other?' Cupid thought.
James had been rearing back to throw the ball when he spotted John Winchester with his hands all over his girl. He threw the ball harder than he intended to and ran over them. He grabbed Mary and kind of tossed her to the side and he grabbed John and punched him in the eye before he knew what hit him yelling,
"Winchester, you son of a bitch, get your greasy hands off of my girl. I don't know who the hell you think you are you fucking grease monkey your dirty hands don't need to be pawing my girlfriend."
John didn't fight back; he just let the guy rant and rave. Mary limped over to John to see if he was okay. She was yelling at James the whole time.
"James, what was that all about? I got hurt and he was helping me." She turned to John, "John, are you okay?"
"I'll have a black eye but I'm fine. You really need to get off that ankle."
"How dare you James? You should be thanking him for helping me and you hit him." Mary yelled. You make it sound like I'm your property. I'm not!"
"Guys like him don't need to be around girls like you. It might give them the impression that he could possibly have someone like you as a girlfriend. They need to learn to live within their class."
"What did you just say?" Mary questioned and looked at James like he'd lost his mind. "I can't believe you? I thought I knew you but I've always been told when push comes to shove, you find out a person's true character."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you James Anthony Roberson are a pig and I don't want to date you anymore!" Mary takes his ring off from around her neck and throws it at him. "It also means that John Winchester is more of a gentleman then you'll ever be."
"Okay Mary I get that you're upset. But you're embarrassing me. Once you calm back down, you'll come to you senses and straighten up. Here take this back and head home. I'll see you after practice." He leaned over to kiss her and instead of kissing him back, she punched him in the eye.
"There now you know how it feels. Do you know that John was willing to give up a job to see that I got home safely? You won't even leave practice early to do the same and I'm supposedly your girlfriend. I don't want your ring and I don't want to see you again, don't come over tonight! Come on John can you please help me home?"
"Sure thing Mary, just lean on me." John grabbed her around the waist and they headed to her house.
John didn't have a car yet, he was saving to get one. Some days he gets to use his dad's car but today wasn't one of those days. Mary lived a few miles from the school. John had an idea that might make the trip faster so he asked,
"Mary, it would be easier if I gave you a piggy back ride. We would make better time, it would take the pressure off of your ankle and you'd get home to get your ankle looked at faster than if we continued on like this. Would that be okay with you?"
"Sure," she answered.
So, John lifted Mary onto his back and grabbed her behind the knees careful not to touch the swollen ankle. He tried to get her mind off of the pain so he started running in circles and weaving back and forth trying to get her to laugh. It worked. Little did either of them know, James left practice shortly after they left the school campus and he was at Mary's house when they got there. Mary's dad and James were on the porch when Mary and John rounded the corner. Mary and John were both laughing until Mary spotted a very angry father. John looked towards where Mary was looking as she asked him to let her down.
"John let me down please. Thank you but you should really leave now. I'll deal with their bull. You've been nothing but a complete gentleman and they're going to be complete asses."
"You're injured. I'd be no better than James if I picked up now and left you high and dry. I'll take you to your father and listen to anything he has to say to me."
"You truly are a good man John Winchester. I'm sorry I believed all the rumors about you and I'd be honored if I could call you my friend."
"It'd be my pleasure."
"Mary Elizabeth Campbell, get up here right now!"
"Yeah time for round two with James." She whispered.
John helps Mary up the steps to the porch. Her dad instantly takes her from John and sits her in a chair. He casts a downward glare at John. John is unfazed and stands next to Samuel and offers his hand to the man saying,
"Mr. Campbell, I'm John Winchester."
"John" Samuel said. "What brings you to my house?"
"Mary was injured and she asked me to help her get home."
"Nice shiner what happened."
"Daddy, I'll tell you what happened."
"Mary, you shouldn't interrupt your father like that." James admonished trying to look good in Samuel's eyes.
"James, you have nothing to do with this. I want you to leave my house and leave me alone."
"Mary, don't talk to our guest like that."
"He isn't my guest, I told him not to come over."
"Stop being rude! I raised you better than that."
"You raised me to stand up for myself and not to hang out with the wrong kind of person."
"Yes I did and yet, John Winchester seems to be on my porch."
"Daddy, how could you be so rude? James did nothing but order me around and act like he owned me and John came to my rescue and helped me."
"If he is such a nice boy, why did he hit James?"
"He didn't hit James I did!"
"So they each have a black eye but they didn't do it to each other?"
"James hit John and I hit James."
"That's not what James told me."
"He's lying to you. You're actually going to believe him over me?"
"I think your emotions are a little out of control right now and you're mad at James and want to see him punished."
"That is pure and utter bullshit dad."
Samuel crossed over to her stood her up and swatted her very harshly four times. He yelled,
"That will be enough of that."
John interrupted, "Mr. Campbell, clearly this is all my fault and I will gladly take any punishment Mary has coming."
"Wise of you to say so son." Henry Winchester said coming up behind John.
John closed his eyes, took a deep breath and slowly asked, "Sir what are you doing here?" John made sure not to look at his dad as his dad hated fighting and a black eye would surely mean trouble for him.
"I got a phone call from Mr. Campbell that said you had gotten into a fight with James and he got a black eye and Mary got hurt in the process."
"No sir, that isn't what happened" John answered angrily.
"You watch your tone with me boy!" John's dad bellowed swatting John forcefully.
"Yes sir," John stated blushing because he got swatted in front of Mary.
"Daddy, I fell and John helped me. James hit him and I hit James. Please stop this, it's wrong. James, tell the truth!"
"I did tell the truth."
"James Anthony Roberson, if you let this happen, we will never get back together EVER!"
"Mary Elizabeth, calm down right now."
"No, you taught me to stand up for injustice and this isn't right, so no I won't calm down."
"You young lady will not talk to me that way." He crossed the porch again to reach his daughter.
"Mr. Campbell, please, I take full responsibility for everything that happened today. My father is here, let him deal with it and let's be done with the whole mess." He looked at Mary and smiled. This was to let her know that it was going to be okay.
Mary smiled back and her eyes teared up. She hated this but noticed the pleading in John's eyes and decided to let it go.
"Mr. Campbell, Master James, is that acceptable to both of you." Henry asked.
"It's fine with me" James uttered.
"Me too." Samuel said.
"Okay, could I trouble you for the use of your living room? I won't embarrass my son by doing this outside or in front of his peers. I hope hearing his punishment will be sufficient."
"Yes to all of the above. Follow me."
"Sure one thing before we go in, Jonathan, look at me."
John knew this would sink him even further. His dad hated fighting. He turned around slowly and looked up into his father's angry eyes. His dad shook his head back and forth in disappointment.
"Okay John, apologize because I really doubt that you will be in the mood to in a few minutes."
"Yes sir, Mr. Campbell and Mary, I'm sorry for any trouble I may have caused you today. Please forgive me."
Mary had tears running down her cheeks. John looked into her eyes and winked to assure her that everything would be fine. She mouthed the words 'sorry' and she smiled back. Before he registered what was happening John's dad walked up behind him and swatted him twice.
"When I said to apologize, I meant to everyone!"
"Yes sir, James, I'm sorry for the trouble I caused."
James didn't say anything he just had a grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat. John looked at him and shot daggers with his eyes. He was then led into the Campbell's Living room. The door was closed behind them and Mary, James and Samuel were outside the door sitting at the table.
In the room, John was mentally preparing himself for the onslaught he would soon feel from his dad's belt.
"Drop them and bend over the back of the couch son."
Henry slid his belt through its loops as John went about baring his backside without a word. He knew he'd done nothing wrong, but he wasn't going to let Mary get in trouble. Henry got John into the exact position he desired and doubled over his belt. He raised it high and let the first lick fall.
John hissed as the pain registered burning across his backside. Mary heard the distinct sound of the belt hitting bare skin and started crying. James came over near her and she pushed him away. She looked into her dad's eyes then put her hands over her face and cried. Samuel hopes she learns that you can't trust people like John Winchester. James just sits there and smiles thinking, 'Now he knows not to mess with people above him!'
John was fighting a losing battle and he knew it. He could only remain quiet for so long. The more the belt fell, the more he cried out. His quiet gasps turned into yelps and whines. Tears and snot were running down his face and his ass was on fire. There is no way he'd be sitting comfortably tomorrow.
Mary vowed to get even with James for this. To get John in trouble because he was angry about him helping me is just spiteful. What did she see in him all of these years?
"On your elbows son." Henry directed knowing this would cause John up on his toes for access to his sit spots and thighs.
These words were good news and bad news to John. Good because the spanking was coming to a close and bad because this meant his sit spots and thighs would soon join in the fire. His dad didn't disappoint, he yelled out when the first lick hit his thighs. Mary jumped at the noise and put her hands over her ears. Her heart physically hurt at the sound of John's pain.
Ten licks to each sit spot and thigh and Henry re-threaded his belt. John was spent and lay over the couch trying to recompose him self but it was too soon to be able to fully do so. Henry gave him a couple of minutes before he patted John's back. John knew that this was an indication to get up.
"We've taken enough of the Campbell's time. Get yourself together and we can talk about this more at home. They've heard enough."
John wanted to break down and cry some more. Why would they need to 'talk' any more? He wiped his eyes and tried to put on his game face. No matter what he tried to do, red eyes and tear tracks would be evident.
Henry opened the door and John slowly walked out, flinching from the movement. He nodded towards the group gathered there, gave Mary another reassuring smile and slowly made his way to the front door.
"Thank you for the use of your living room. Sorry to meet you under such terrible circumstances, I'm Henry Winchester."
"I'm Samuel Campbell. It's a pleasure to meet you; it's nice to know there are other parents that take their kids to task when necessary."
"Trust me; he won't be repeating this behavior. I'll let him know in no uncertain terms when we finish our discussion at home. We've taken up far too much of your time already and for that I'm sorry."
"I'm satisfied with your punishment and accept your apology. Good night Henry."
"Good night to you to Samuel." With that John turned and headed out after his son.
"I'll leave you two to make up." Samuel said leaving the room.
"How could you James! Get out of my house. I never want to see you again."
"Baby what's wrong?"
"Never call me baby again! What's wrong, did you not hear the thrashing John got for nothing. He did nothing wrong and his dad isn't done with him yet. How could you just sit there and let an innocent person be punished that severely and do nothing about it? I don't know who you are right now and I don't like what I see. Now, take your ring and get the fuck out of my house."
James didn't say a word. He picked up his ring and walked out the door. 'You'll come around Mary. We've been together since we were seven. You can't just walk away from that.' He thought to himself as he walked to his car. He was met at the side door by Mary's dad.
"You okay son?"
"Yes sir, I'm fine."
"Don't worry about Mary, she'll calm down and come around. Women can be fickle but they eventually see things they way they really are and not with all that emotional bull crap. I'm sorry John Winchester messed things up."
"No worries Mr. Campbell, I'll give Mary the time she needs to realize we were meant to be together. John Winchester is no threat to me and his daddy made sure he got what was coming to him."
"Yeah, I'll give the man that one. He surely handed John his ass. That will teach him not to start fights and manhandle my little girl."
"Goodnight Mr. Campbell, it's getting late and I need to get to the house."
"Night James, have your dad call me if you get in any trouble for being late and I'll straighten things out."
"Thank you sir, I will."
Samuel watched the young man pull out of his driveway before he went back inside. He was going to go try to talk some sense into his little girl before she let a good man like James Roberson get away from her.
John and his dad pull up to his house. John had been trying to sit comfortably but not finding a position. John wonders how much more trouble he is in. This sucks but he wouldn't sit by and let Mary get herself in trouble over him. That wouldn't be proper in his eyes. Maybe it was a bit old fashioned but that was just the way he was. They parked the car and his dad told him,
"Go in the house and get your shower and get ready for bed. Then head up to the loft. Get what you need because you'll be spending the night up there, I'll be up shortly."
"Yes sir" He said holding back the attitude he wanted to portray. He did everything right and yet he was the one who would be sleeping in the room over the garage on his stomach. It's not even five o'clock and he has to get ready for bed. Sometimes he really hated his dad.
His dad calls the room over the garage the loft. Whenever John is grounded for something severe and/or getting bedtime spankings he had to sleep up there. That way his mom didn't have to hear him getting spanked, his dad thought it was inappropriate to put a woman through that and he had no comforts just the bare necessities. It isn't like he was forced to sleep in the garage on the floor or anything like that. It just had a bed, light and a desk for homework and meals. There was heat and bathroom, a ½ bath. There was just no radio, TV, books anything to keep you entertained. The purpose in his dad's eyes was for John to think about why he was there and how to avoid going back and for his to spend his time being bored, and studying for school.
John gathered his things together and headed to shower. He let the hot water help relieve his stress. He stood with his ass away from the stream of water. His thoughts drifted to Mary. He's had a crush on her for a long time. He thought she was the prettiest girl in Lawrence, Kansas.
He started thinking about his arms around her, giving her a piggy back ride as he took her home and her laugh and he got hard. The more he thought about her the harder he got. He slid his hand down to his swollen cock. Part of him felt like this was being disrespectful to Mary but he couldn't stop. Then he turned to grab the soap and the water jets hit his ass and the pain caused him to instantly go limp. The reminder that he was going to get more licks kept him soft.
John finished his shower disappointed and got into his sweats. He gathered his stuff not risking taking anything that he wasn't allowed to have as his dad would check his bags out. He headed to the loft thinking about how unfair all of this was.
His and Mary's dads didn't even listen to the truth. They had trusted James' word. He could tell Mary's dad would always think the worst of him. He'd never be good enough for her. And his dad always thought the worst of him so he'd expected that from him. He'd never believe John over any adult or any child of an "upstanding" member of the community.
He knew the reason his dad was the way he was. His father, John's grandpa, died when Henry was 11. Henry became the man of the family. His mother hadn't been well so all discipline and the raising of his brothers and sisters rested on his shoulders (He had 2 brothers and 3 sisters). Times were different back then and he raised 5 children, and they all turned out great. So, his dad was very old fashioned about discipline, which John and his backside hated.
He heard the door to the garage open and then his father's footsteps on the stairs. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. He didn't know what the rest of his punishments would be, but he figured out his ass was more than likely to give his dad's belt another workout.
Henry came in and checked through John's bag finding nothing. John really learned his lesson when he tried to sneak in a radio and snacks. He vowed never to ever do anything like that again. He couldn't sit still for a week without squirming. Satisfied his dad pulled out the desk chair and told John,
"Sit down son, we need to talk."
John reluctantly sat on the bed slowly as his backside still hurt. He looked up at his father waiting to hear the rest of his punishment. He wished his dad would listen to him but he knew he wouldn't so he didn't even bother to deny anything. It all came down to fighting and he knew it. His dad didn't tolerate it and he thinks that's what happened. That's why John is spending the night up here in the loft.
"I don't need to tell you how I feel about fighting do I?"
"No sir."
"Okay then, this is what's going to happen; you're going to do your homework until dinner, I decided not to make you go to bed without it so I'll bring you something simple. After dinner you can do some more studying and at 7:30, I'll come back give you another spanking and then you can go to bed. Do you have any questions?"
"Yes sir, for how many days?"
"I think the loft treatment for tonight will be enough, as long as there is no more trouble out of you this week. You may go out this weekend but have an hour earlier curfew and bedtime, no TV or radio just books. Understand?"
"Yes sir."
"Okay I'll leave you to your homework. See you at dinner time."
"Yes sir," John answered getting up, grabbing his back pack, and sitting in the chair that his dad just got out of.
Homework done, dinner came and went; studying for Monday's test done, then he heard the sound he was dreading, his dad coming to "say" goodnight. 'Remember you did this to protect Mary. You're doing this for her.' John repeated over and over in his head. John had stood, pulled out the chair, lowered his sweats and bent over the desk when he heard his dad open the door from the house. He knew the rules. He was expected to listen out for his dad and be in position, bottom bared waiting for punishment.
His dad didn't knock there was no need to, John was in the room to be punished. Henry had his belt off already. He wanted this to be over with just as much as John did. He took up his position to the left of John, put his left hand on John's back and raised the belt in the right hand and brought it down hard and fast over and over.
John's ideas to remain stoic for as long as possible went out the window four licks in. He was a sniveling mess by the time his dad told him to reach the far end of the desk, which gave him access to his sit spots. After dad brutally assaulted the sit spot and thighs, he stopped the onslaught. For comfort, dad left his hand on John's back for one minute.
John wished he would just get his hand off of him and leave so John could have some privacy. Usually, John did the crime so he did the time. This time though he chose to take the blame for the crime, so just leave him alone and let him do the time. He hated his dad's post spanking routines He wanted to be left alone. Comfort was for babies. Hell when he was little, his dad used to pick him up and put him in his lap and rub his back until he calmed down. John used to love that, but that all stopped when his dad decided he was old enough to be sent to the loft. He remembers that day like it just happened yesterday.
FLASHBACK
John was nervous about an exam. He was supposed to go away for the weekend with his best friend Mike Guenther and his family but if he did badly on the test then he was grounded. He made a huge mistake and he cheated and got caught. John was sent to the principal's office and his dad was called.
Henry came to collect his son and give permission for the principal to paddle him, old time school. He got four licks with the paddle that had him in tears and was suspended for the rest of the week, two days. He was sent to get his books and back pack and meet his dad in the car.
He gingerly sat in the seat; he still very much felt the sting of the paddle. The car ride back to the house was silent. Once they got inside the house, Henry told his son to go to his room he would be up soon.
After what seemed like hours, John was told to grab his back pack and any school textbook or story he was reading for school and follow him. His dad led him through the kitchen and out into the garage. John wasn't sure what was going on but he was sure he didn't like it. They went up the stairs to the room that his uncles stayed in when they came to visit. John was confused. He knew he was in trouble but he didn't know what was going on or what was going to happen.
"Sit down John we need to talk."
"Yes sir," John said as he sat carefully.
"I'll bet you are wondering what we are doing here?"
"Yes sir,"
"Well John, you're 13 now and are old enough to have more severe consequences for your actions. If you do things that I deem are serious infractions, then you'll find yourself here. You're grounded through the weekend. You'll be staying in the room until Monday morning when you head back to school. There's no entertainment for you at all, thus this plain room. You're allowed to do homework, study ahead or do assignments ahead, or read books that pertain to your classes or are required for school. There'll be no TV, no radio, no toys or games, and no books for entertainment. When you aren't studying, you're to be thinking about what landed you here and how to avoid it in the future." His dad explained then continued,
"You'll be allowed to use the shower once a day since the bathroom up here doesn't have one. All your meals will be eaten up here. I'll tell you if I'll bring them or if you'll come to get them. In addition to those punishments, you'll receive a bedtime spanking each night while you're here, not every time but this time. I'll come deliver your punishment at 7:30 and you'll go to bed afterwards. Do you understand all of that son?"
"Yes sir," John answered with tears running down his cheeks.
"Okay, another thing is you'll be getting a spanking right now and then one at bedtime. I'll not tolerate a cheater, or a liar. This is one of the most terrible things you've ever done and I intend to make sure it's something you never repeat. You'll not be going away with Mike this weekend. Now, let's get this over with. You can take a nap afterwards and when you get up, work on school work."
"Yes sir," John cried standing.
His dad sat on the bed motioned for John to drop his pants and get over his knee. His dad started with his hand and turned his bottom bright red. The licks from the paddle were instantly set back on fire. Once John was a blubbering mess, his dad took off his belt and gave him one lick per year of age, thirteen.
As usual John laid there until he composed him self some but the usual being held by his dad, was replaced by a one armed hug and his dad turned and walked out the door leaving John confused and hurt, if this was what growing up and being a man meant, he didn't like it at all.
END FLASHBACK
John was so lost in his memory that he almost missed the pat on his back from his dad letting him know it was time to get up. He stood up, fixed his clothes and nodded to his dad before his dad walked out the door and down the steps. He was glad to see the man leave.
Sure he loved his dad, but right now he couldn't stand him. He wished he wasn't so old fashioned and didn't believe everything an adult told him about his son. Why couldn't he believe his son or at least hear his side of the story? 'If I every have any kids, I swear I'll hear them out and get the truth before jumping to conclusions. If they ever lie to me about something and I believe them, then they won't sit for a week.' John thought to himself as he went to use the bathroom and wash the tears and snot off his face before bed.
He climbed in bed on his stomach and realized that he was indeed very tired. He thought about what brought him here and then he remembered Mary, beautiful, gorgeous Mary. He drifted to sleep picturing her face smiling up at him and he was smiling and winking at her.