Lisa approached Dean and put a hand on his back. He tensed. She was actually really quite amazed that he had done anything she asked in the first place, let alone was bending over a chair, waiting for a spanking. But then again, he did have that kind of nature. He could put up a front all day but when he was seriously at fault, he would take what he needed. She smoothed a kind circle on his back, softening the muscles there. Then she took a step back, rubbed the spoon against her open palm, and spoke softly.

"You know why we're here Dean."

He shifted in annoyance, the chair starting to bite into his stomach.

"Dean, you can keep this up all day but I would like for you to stop with the defiance. You are already stripped of pride honey, there's no need to act like it's still there."

He clenched his teeth and sighed heavily at that.

"Why are we here Dean?"

"Because I can't do a damn thing right and everything backfires in my face." He ground out.

Lisa stepped to his side, placed a hand on the small of his back, and popped him HARD with the spoon.

"OW! Hey that's not fair!" Dean wiggled around for a second but managed to stay put.

"No, you know what isn't fair? Being disrespected by the brat you are trying to punish. That's what isn't fair. I'm asking you one more time Dean, why. Are. We. Here?" She held the spoon up at the ready.

"Because I went against your wishes and tried to turn tables again. Because I got into a fight and hurt someone. Because I had to make you come down and vouch for me at the police station. And especially because I set a bad example for Ben...and I would take it all back if I could, you know I would Lisa!"

She ignored his silent plea for mercy. "And the phone calls, remember to check your phone the next time you're breaking the law, sweetheart." Lisa hesitated for only a moment before she decided that this offense was too serious to let him think he could ever do it again. She had to make sure it wouldn't repeat itself. And Dean was as stubborn as they came. So it was decided.

Lisa reached around and unbuckled his belt. She then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Before he could even formulate an unclouded thought she had hooked her thumbs in his jeans and was tugging them down. Dean moved his hands from grasping the chair's seat to placing his palms on the cushion and pushing himself upright. He quickly yanked his jeans back up and shot Lisa an incredulous look.

"Hey now, you can't do that. I mean...it's like...it's not something that...well I mean, not really. I haven't-" The look on her face stopped him in mid ramble. He had never seen her so furious. Her knuckles were white as she grasped the spoon and he knew he had taken it way too far. There was no saving himself now so he rushed to push his pants down to his knees and bend back over the chair. When he felt her place a hand on the small of his back again he did what any hard ass about to be completely dominated by his petite beautiful girl could do:

He let out a small whimper.

But it definitely didn't save him. Lisa didn't let her anger overcome her but she did have a renewed sense of purpose and there was no hesitation as she brought down that wicked spoon with obvious skill. She worked him over good, focusing on specific spots until he couldn't take anymore and then moving on to press him further elsewhere. It was one of the hardest punishments Dean had ever taken for many reasons. First of all it was given by a woman, that really could humble a guy. The spoon was also a demon in disguise, the unyielding solid piece of wood spreading a slow ache and setting his ass on fire constantly. Also the position, being bent over with hardly any protection, his skin stretched tight, not being able to cushion even one blow. It was torture.

"Lisa, honey, please. Please I've got it! Ahhh...jesus. Ok baby, I'm sorry. You know I'm sorry! Please!" He raised himself up slightly, trying to prove to her that he was done. It was the wrong move.

She pressed him back down and swatted him half a dozen times before silencing him. "I understand struggling and I understand subconscious sounds but I will hear none of this begging. Because you think you can control me, even now, and I see right through you Dean Winchester. Now shut your mouth and take it."

He swallowed hard and closed his eyes. He barely whispered, "...yes ma'am...", reminded once again of his vulnerability and the mistakes he was trying to erase.

She began again, as hard as before, giving him swat after swat, the echo in the room was maddening. For a fleeting moment Dean thought about Ben, was he hearing this? He had to be. His face flushed red and he hung his head, letting out yelp after yelp, the spoon doing it's work viciously.

After a few more minutes of making sure Dean was complying and that his ass was completely tenderized, Lisa spoke again.

"You know what you've done, I'm sure of that. And by the way you are acting I know you want to be forgiven. So I'm going to tell you straight how the rest of this will work."

Dean groaned loudly, the rest of this?

She popped him hard, and was satisfied to continue when she heard the submissive whine.

"I am going to give you 3 dozen on your thighs. I am going to make certain that you can't sit for at least a week and that anything you do will cause you discomfort. Hopefully obvious discomfort."

She was relentless!

"And when I'm through with that I will have you stand and face me as I punish your palms, hopefully you wont be able to grasp a beer for a while. And starting tomorrow I want a call every 2 hours to let me know where you are and what you're doing. We'll continue that until I feel it wont slip your mind again to think of me. Are we clear?"

Lisa was so calm and so cruel it amazed Dean that she was doing this. But a part of him was relieved that she could handle it, that she could handle him. "Yes Ma'am, we're clear."

And then the real pain began.

A mental count was immediately started as soon as Lisa gave him the first of his 3 dozen horrible swats. This part of the punishment took all the fight Dean had left. She went slow, making sure the pain sunk in and the reaction was a continuation of what she was hoping to see. As he broke down before her she could sense the excuses he made for himself wash away and the resolve for never being that person again fill the gaps. It was so hard to make him suffer but it was necessary. And they both knew it.

During the last dozen Dean finally gave into tears. He yelped and sobbed but made sure he never started to beg. A halfhearted hand went back to shield himself as Lisa continued but she grasped his wrist softly and gently placed it behind his back, keeping it there for the remainder of his spanking. When it was over she stepped back and waited for him to compose himself enough to face her for the end of it. Lisa wanted so badly to pull him into a hug and tell him he was ok and everything was ok but the time was not upon them yet. It was almost over and she would finish it.

After he made sure he wasn't crying anymore, Dean straightened himself with a hiss. He painstakingly eased his jeans back up and secured them. He tried not to show any of his discomfort as he approached Lisa looking like a whipped puppy. She softly asked him to hold out both his hands, palms up, and not to let them move. He nodded and stared at the floor until she put a finger under his chin and raised his gaze to hers.

"You'll look at me the entire time."

He nodded again and she began swatting him. She kept up a steady pace, hitting the left and then the right, pausing, and then starting again.

Dean winced at first.

Then he tried to flex his fingers as best as he could without getting in the way.

Then he closed his eyes completely and tilted his head to the ceiling.

A pause made him gaze into Lisa's eyes again, remembering not to look away.

A few more tears ran down his face as the last two were administered.

His hands were shaking.

When she turned to set the spoon on the counter Dean had already started to walk away. He was completely chastised and broken, heading to the bedroom to sleep the pain away. But before he got too far Lisa had come up behind him and had a gentle hand on his arm. She pulled him towards her and wrapped him in a hug.

It was so strange. Dean didn't know what to do at first. Every other time he was punished he never received this kind of comfort at the end, never. His arms were limp at his sides for the longest until his mind jolted out of the shock and he returned the loving embrace. It was amazing. She was kissing his neck gently and he knew it was all over. He stroked her hair and nuzzled her shoulder, thanking her silently for everything she had done and everything she had forgiven.

As they headed off to bed Lisa let her hand slip to Dean's ass and she squeezed lightly.

"Ahh! What the hell Lisa!"

"Haha, aww. Sorry. Couldn't help myself."

"Jesus, woman! You can't turn into a fiery mistress of pain and then giggle like a school girl." Dean shook his head as Lisa chuckled and pressed the door closed behind them.