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In this story, Alyson is 6 years old, and when she started to go to "Big Kid's School" it gave her a big boost in confidence and she became more questioning of John and a little more sassy. At that point, John had really started to get into the hunting world and was very much in a hunter/soldier mindset, so having his previously meek, obedient daughter start giving attitude and disobeying him was something of a surprise. So if it seems like he comes down a little hard on Alyson in this story, that's why.
Content warning for disciplinary spanking of child; if you don't like it, don't read it.
Aly- 6 years old, Sam 14, Dean 18. This is before Alyson knows about the supernatural and hunting.
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I was bored. SO bored. We'd been traveling around, staying in motel room after motel room. I wanted to go outside and run around, swim in a pool, play on a playground, or watch cartoons on something other than a crappy old TV that had lines in the screen.
Instead I was here with my Dad and brothers, in this log cabin, far out in the middle of the woods, and I couldn't even explore outside. I had argued with Daddy this morning about coming here, and I had whined when he told me I had to stay in the cabin. Now I had to sit on a dusty old armchair on one side of an unlit fireplace and "keep out of the way" like Daddy had told me. Sam had bought me a book of word puzzles, but they were too hard. And I was tired of my picture books, and bored with coloring. I wanted to get up and move.
I looked over at the group of men huddled around the table in the kitchen area. The cabin was one big open room, with low walls dividing it into separate areas. The "bedroom" was in the far corner, and it had a curtain forming the "walls" and hiding the bed. There was no TV here, but there were shelves lining one wall, full of books and all kinds of interesting things like animal skulls and jars filled with weird substances. But Daddy had set my backpack down next to the overstuffed, threadbare armchair and said, "Stay right here, Alyson."
Nobody was looking at me, their attention was focused on a couple of the men talking. Daddy had brought us here to show my brothers some hunting stuff. Everyone had been looking at maps and talking for a long time. I slid off of the chair and walked over to the far end of the shelves, nearest to where I was sitting, and started to look at the books. Some of them had titles in other languages, with fancy gold lettering on the spines. A lot of them were the same kinds of books that Uncle Bobby had in his house, old leather-bound books that smelled funny and crumbled in your hands a little bit.
I stared at a small collection of branches and leaves that were tied by a leather thong. Something glinted in the middle of it, was it a coin, or a charm? I reached out to pick it up-
"Hey, kid, hands off!" Someone called.
I pulled my hand away and hid it behind my back, turning to them. The men were all looking over at me. Daddy detached himself from the group and crossed the room to me in a couple of long strides, taking my arm and pulling me back over to the corner. He leaned down to me. "What did I tell you?" He hissed.
"I'm bored," I whined.
"Alyson. What did I tell you?"
"Stay right here. But Daddy—can't I go outside?"
"No, you can't. You need to sit quietly and stay out of the way."
"Can't Sam take me?"
He shook my arm once. "No, Alyson. Do what I tell you and sit down, before you can't sit comfortably."
"Daaad!" I whined, squirming with embarrassment. I didn't want to think about being spanked right here in front of everyone! I tried to yank my arm away from him. "It's not faaaair!"
He pulled me closer to him, and landed a light swat on my butt. I gasped and reached back to cover my rear with my free hand. A couple of the men turned to look at us again.
Daddy bent so that he was right in my face. "Sit—down—and-be-quiet-right-now."
My eyes filled with tears, and he set his jaw. I moved to sit on the armchair, releasing a small cloud of dust as I sat, and he let me go.
He squatted down in front of me and spoke in a low, firm voice. "If I have to talk to you again, you're gonna get it. Do you understand me?" His brown eyes watched me intently.
I wiped my eyes and nodded.
"Excuse me?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Y-yes sir," I sniffled.
He gave me a stern look and then stood up and walked back over to the group of men.
After a moment, I sighed and picked up the book of puzzles.
Just then, a walkie-talkie on someone's belt crackled to life. The man grabbed it and spoke into it, but I couldn't understand what was being said.
The men all started to move away from the table, and I looked over hopefully.
"We're going outside." Daddy said to me.
I stood up. "Can I come?" I asked hopefully.
He shook his head. "No, absolutely not. You stay inside. Boys, with me."
I sighed again as they all walked out of the house. I heard their footsteps trooping down the wooden front steps, and then someone calling to someone else outside. I tried to do more of one of the word puzzles, but I got bored. I closed the book and swung my feet as I looked around the room.
I got off the chair and began to walk around the room slowly. Surely I wouldn't get in trouble for just walking around, would I? I looked at the different animal heads that were hanging on the walls- the warthog had cobwebs hanging off of its tusks. There was a large bird of some kind with its wings spread and covered in dust. There was a large picture frame on the wall with a bunch of dead bugs pinned under glass, and it creeped me out, so I hurried away from that and over to the giant bookshelf.
The books were kinda interesting, but I was afraid if I took one out, it might fall apart in my hands, or I wouldn't be able to get it back into its place. I had already gotten spanked by Daddy for touching some old book that he had had in our motel room.
I wandered over to the other side of the room. There was a wooden plaque on the wall with some fancy writing on it that I couldn't read, and a large black and white photo in a frame of a group of soldiers next to a plane, and then another couple of framed photos of men holding up dead animals. There was what looked like a miniature bow and arrow hanging on the wall and next to it, a long sword with a fancy carved handle.
I walked back over near where I had been sitting. There was a broad wooden mantel over the top of the fireplace. I could see something in a glass bell jar, and a large deer skull with antlers in the middle.
I climbed up onto the overstuffed arm of the chair and balanced. There were lots of neat things on the mantelpiece that I hadn't been able to see from where I had been standing on the floor- an old black and white photo of a man and a woman in a heavy silver frame, a small wreath of dried flowers, a tiny skull of some kind of animal, a carved wooden box, and then I saw it. It looked like a big rock, but it had been cut in half, and the middle part of it had a hole in it, lined with chunky crystals. They sparkled and glinted in the light, and it was so pretty. I wanted to touch it, to hold it and see how heavy it was.
I leaned forward and reached out to pick it up- and my hand disturbed the thick layer of dust on the mantel. I sneezed, my hand closing around the rock. Geez, it was heavier than I thought, and cold.
Just then I heard footsteps on the wooden steps outside and I panicked.
Before I could get down, everyone was coming into the room. I leaned too far forward and lost my balance, grabbing at the edge of the mantel and letting out a little shriek.
"Aly!" Sam rushed over and grabbed me just before I fell. "You okay?" He set me down, and I brushed my hands together to get the dust off.
And then Daddy was there, looming over both of us. "She's about to have a very sore ass," he growled, frowning at me. He reached for me-
"Wait, Dad-" Sam looked at him, raising his eyebrows, and then looked over at the group of men in the kitchen area. A couple of them were talking loudly and the others were chuckling.
Daddy sighed, and pulled me over in front of him, blocking me from the view of the others. His hand connected with my bottom, one-two-three-four quick spanks, and I yelped and tried to pull away from him. My eyes filled with tears and I put my hand back to rub my stinging rear end.
"Consider that a preview of what you're going to get later," he told me, and steered me towards the rocking chair on the other side of the fireplace. He turned it to face the corner, and then moved me in front of it and pushed me to sit down. "You'll stay right here until we're finished, is that clear?"
I had just been spanked in front of everyone, and now I was gonna have to sit in the corner! And then get another spanking later! It wasn't fair! I could feel my face get hot with embarrassment as I crossed my arms over my chest and pouted.
"I said, is that clear?" Daddy repeated in a hard voice.
"Yessir," I said sulkily.
He gave an angry huff and walked back over to the men.
I kept my head down, and tried to make it seem like I wasn't wiping the tears that fell every once in awhile. If I was good for the rest of the time, maybe I wouldn't be in any more trouble later.
The seat of the rocker had a basketweave pattern and I studied it, trying to count how many little holes it had on the side next to my left thigh.
I heard footsteps. "Hey, kiddo, let's go," It was Dean. The men were shaking hands and leaving. I stood up and walked over to the sofa, where he was putting the crossword puzzle book in my backpack. "Finish packing your stuff up," he said, and he walked over and turned the rocking chair back around. When I had placed everything in my backpack, he put his hand on my shoulder as we walked over to the group of men that were still there.
"We're ready," Dean said.
Daddy was shuffling things around in a small canvas duffle bag on the counter, and he zipped it closed, picked it up, and turned. "Let's go."
Dean squeezed my shoulder and then held his hand out to me, and I took it. Daddy shook the men's hands as we left, Sam walking behind me and Dean.
I got into the back seat first, and Sam climbed in next to me. Dean took shotgun as usual.
Daddy started the car and caught my eyes in the rear view mirror. "I'm not happy with you, young lady," he rumbled, and my mouth went dry.
Dean said something in a low voice that I couldn't hear. Daddy looked over at him. "She needs to learn, Dean. She needs to remember to follow orders she's given."
Daddy turned his eyes to me in the mirror again. "You and I are going to have a talk when we get back to the room."
"Uh, a, a talk?"
"We're going to have a talk about you obeying orders and then my hand is going to have a talk with your butt."
I gulped. "But Dad-dyyyy-"
"No whining!" He snapped, frowning at me, "You sit there quietly and think about your behavior today." He put the car in gear and eased it forward onto the gravel pathway.
It took a while to drive out of the woods, and everyone was quiet as Daddy navigated driving on the narrow dirt road.
Once he was driving on the highway, he began to talk to Dean about stuff. The radio was on, the music playing at a low volume, so I couldn't really understand what they were saying. I folded my hands in my lap and looked out the window, hoping that by being quiet, Daddy would forget about my misbehavior at the cabin.
My stomach started to grumble about being empty, and I looked over at Sam, who had been looking out of his window. I shifted forward. "I'm hungry." I announced.
Dean looked back over his shoulder, and then over at Daddy. "It's gettin' close to chowtime, should we stop and grab something?"
Daddy glanced at his watch. "All right."
He pulled into the drive through of a McDonald's, and I asked for chicken nuggets. "Can I get barbecue sauce?"
"No sauce in the car, you know that." Daddy reprimanded, pulling the car forward in the line.
I gave an angry huff, and he turned to look at me. His hard eyes caught mine. "Don't start." He warned.
He handed back a paper bag and Sam took it, while Dean handed me our drinks. I held my soda between my knees as Sam handed me the box of nuggets. I opened the box wide on my lap.
He left the bag on the seat between us, filled with french fries. That was what we usually did, because oftentimes the fries fell into the bottom of the bag and we shared them anyway. I reached in to grab a handful of fries and put them in the empty side of the box lid. I felt something else in the bag- a smooth, hard object-and pulled it out. It was a container of sauce, barbecue, which was my favorite! I know Daddy didn't ask them for any, but sometimes the workers put things like ketchup and sauce into the bags without asking. I glanced around the car, but everyone was busy concentrating on their food. Daddy kept his focus on the road and took an occasional bite of his burger when traffic slowed. I peeled the top back and carefully balanced the container on my knee, dipping my nuggets into it as I ate.
All of a sudden, there was a screeching sound and blaring car horns in front of us, and the car lurched to a hard stop. "Jesus Christ, man, pay attention!" Daddy barked at the car in front of us.
"The blue Chrysler on the right's been weaving close to the center line." Dean commented.
"Yeah, I know, I saw it." Daddy replied tersely. "None of the drivers know what they're doing today, it's a shitshow." The traffic around us was at a standstill.
I realized just then that my ankle felt wet, and I looked down. My mouth went dry as I realized that the sauce container had fallen off my knee when the car braked, and it had spilled onto my ankle and the floor and back of the front seat.
I reached into the bag again, my stomach twisting with nerves. There was nothing but fries and their containers in the bag. I looked over at Sam. "D'you got any napkins?" I asked quietly.
He leaned forward and looked over, and his eyebrows went up. "No, I don't." His voice was just as quiet.
Dean looked over his shoulder. "Everything okay back there?"
"Uh-I-I need-I, uh-I need a napkin." I admitted.
"Did you spill your drink?" Dean asked.
"Um, no, it- um- there was a thing of sauce in the bag and I, I, um, I opened it." My stomach twisted into a tighter knot.
Daddy turned abruptly. "Dammit, Alyson! What did I just tell you!" His voice was loud, and he banged on the steering wheel.
Dean handed back a handful of napkins, and Sam took them and leaned down to start cleaning. "It's not that bad, it's mostly on her ankle and the floor. I can get it up." Sam reported.
Daddy glared at me. "Little girl, you have just upgraded your punishment."
"Daddy-"
He interrupted me. "Not another word out of you!"
"Dad, c'mon," Dean said easily. "She didn't do it on purpose-"
Dad glared at Dean now. "I'm tired of her not listening to me, and thinking she can do whatever the hell she damn well pleases. I give the orders, and she needs to fall in line and start obeying. She's got to learn that there are consequences for disobeying orders, and I'm going to make sure she learns that." He faced front and caught my eyes in the rear view mirror. "You are damn lucky that we're in the middle of traffic, or I'd pull the car over right now and spank your butt but good." The vehicles around us started to move again, and the car moved slowly forward.
My eyes filled with tears and I looked down at my lap. I wasn't sure what Daddy meant when he said I had 'upgraded my punishment'. Maybe he was gonna spank me for a long long time? With a shock, I remembered recently when Sam had been grumpy and arguing with Daddy. A lot. It seemed to go on for days, until Daddy had finally snapped and told him to shut it, that he was done, and the discussion was over. Sam had kept on going, and Daddy had threatened him with a spanking. But Sam was too angry to back down at that point, and Daddy had finally said "That. Is. Enough. Samuel. You've just upgraded your spanking to the belt."
Was Daddy gonna spank me with the belt now? My stomach did a flip as I thought about that. I had been in the other room and overheard it when my brothers got spanked with Daddy's belt before, and it sounded very loud and very ouchy. And it made both my brothers cry, and afterwards their breath hitched in their chests and their eyes were wet and red.
I tried to finish eating, but my appetite was gone. I closed the box and set it on the seat next to me, now sunk in misery.
Sam had finished cleaning up the spilled sauce. He set the clump of used napkins on the floor between our feet, and then reached out and squeezed my knee, giving me a sympathetic look.
I wiped my eye with the back of my hand and turned to look out the window, trying to hide my sniffles. Now all I could think about was the impending spanking. I had been pushing Daddy all day, and now I was in a lot of trouble for it. Why had I argued this morning? Why had I whined so much? Daddy had changed and gotten a lot more stern with us, and he expected all of us to "fall in line" and say 'yes sir' and 'no sir' and do what he said right at that instant. I wasn't used to it, I was used to being able to take my time, or even dawdle a little, and to be able to maybe convince him to change his mind if I complained a lot. But not anymore. Whining and complaining got me snapped at, and if I continued, I ended up getting swatted, or on one occasion when Daddy had already been grumpy, he'd grabbed me up and tucked me under his arm and spanked me like that in the middle of the kitchen. He had apologized later, for punishing me when he was in a bad mood, but now it seemed like he was always in a bad mood, or on the edge of one, or very serious. And I didn't know what to do with that.
It was dark when we pulled into the parking lot of the motel, and I yawned as Daddy shut off the engine. He and my brothers went around to the trunk to remove some bags, and I followed them to the door. After Daddy had stepped inside and given the room a once-over, he motioned us in. I walked in between my brothers, my stomach starting to jitter nervously.
Dean locked the door as Daddy removed his jacket and tossed it over the back of the chair that was by the door. "Alyson, it's late, go get ready for bed," he instructed. Maybe-maybe he had forgotten about spanking me? Maybe he wasn't upset with me anymore? Maybe being quiet the rest of the way home had shown him that I could be good, and he'd decided to let it go...
"Okay, Daddy," I said agreeably. Just in case he hadn't forgotten, I dawdled in the bathroom as I changed into my nightgown. I could hear Dean talking to Daddy, and Daddy's rumbling voice as he replied. At one point Daddy's voice got louder and sounded irritated, and I hoped that Dean wasn't getting in trouble too.
Usually someone supervised me, applying the toothpaste to my toothbrush and making sure I brushed long enough, and sometimes one of my brothers might brush my hair, but I guess not tonight. I took advantage of being alone and took my time doing my night-time routine, brushing and re-brushing my hair and brushing my teeth extra extra good. Then I folded and re-folded my clothes neatly, even though I was supposed to just shove them in the dirty laundry bag. Finally, I took a deep breath and decided to stop stalling, and opened the door.
When I came out of the bathroom, my brothers were sprawled in front of the TV watching a movie. Daddy was standing at the counter, a short glass in his hand.
I walked over to my backpack and bent down to unzip it and pull my book out.
Daddy drained the glass and set it on the counter. "No reading tonight. You and I have something to take care of." His voice was stern.
I straightened up and looked at him. He had unbuttoned his cuff and was rolling up his shirtsleeve.
"Daddy-" I whined.
"What did I tell you was going to happen, back at the cabin?" He crossed the room to me and sat down on the end of the bed closest to the bathroom, the bed I slept in. "Come here."
I stood there frozen on the spot. I didn't want a spanking now!
"Alyson. Come here." He pointed at the floor in front of him.
I dragged my feet over to stand in front of him, putting my hands behind my back and toeing the floor with my socked foot.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" He asked firmly.
I glanced up at him. "Daaaad, I—I don't want-" I couldn't say it.
"I had to talk to you more than once at the cabin, and you made the choice to not listen to me."
"It was boring there!" I burst out.
"Little girl, that doesn't matter. What matters is I gave you instructions and you chose not to follow them. You need to remember to follow orders, and that I mean what I say."
"Okaaay," I said.
"No, not 'okaaay'. You say 'yes sir' and 'no sir' to me, especially when we're having a talk like this."
When I didn't respond, he pulled me close to him and smacked my bottom. "Oww," I whined.
"You will be respectful," he snapped. "Answer me, young lady."
"Yes! Yes sir," my eyes filled with tears.
He held me there in the V of his legs, looking me in the eyes. "You have been argumentative and disobedient for days now. When I tell you to get ready to go somewhere, you don't argue with me. When I tell you to get dressed, you do it without complaining."
Abashed, I dropped my eyes. I couldn't seem to stop arguing with him sometimes.
He squeezed my arm. "Eyes on me, little girl."
I raised my head and looked at him. His brown eyes darkened as he continued to scold me. "When we are at someone's house, you don't touch their things without asking, and you don't climb up on furniture. And I've told you the rules about what's allowed in the car since you were a toddler. You already know all this, Alyson. I'm not sure what's going on with you, but it stops now, is that clear?"
My throat was dry now. I nodded, and then replied, "Y-yes sir."
He pulled me over to his thigh. "Let's get this over with."
My stomach twisted with nerves and I pulled back, panicking. He looked surprised- no one pulled away from him when they were about to be punished.
"Are you-are you gonna spank me with your belt?" I exclaimed, a tear dripping down my cheek.
He frowned, confused. "No, Alyson, why would you think that?"
"But-but you said m-my s-spanking was upgraded!" My chin wobbled.
"You're too young for the belt, so you're getting part of your spanking on the bare." He lifted me up and over his lap.
I burst into tears, partly of relief and partly out of nerves- Daddy had spanked my bare bottom a couple of times before, and it hurt a lot worse.
He put his hand on my back to hold me there, and then the spanking began. I yelped as the sting built up, kicking my feet a little and earning a "Be still, young lady."
By the time his big hand had reached the lower part of my bottom, I was sobbing. He landed a couple of swats right on the place where butt meets thigh, and I whimpered and squirmed.
Then he paused. "You will not question me or speak disrespectfully or argue with me." His voice was stern. "When I tell you to do something, you do it. You need to obey my orders and follow the rules, for your own good. I'm trying to keep you safe. Do you understand?"
I sniffled, hoping against hope that it was over. "Y-yes, Daddy." Then I squirmed again as he lifted the hem of my nightgown and folded it onto my lower back. He pulled my panties down and laid his arm across my lower back.
The first spank landed right in the middle of my bottom, and I wailed. His hand was so big that it covered most of my bottom, so when he spanked me the swats overlapped, making it hurt worse. I started bawling as his hard hand continued to land stinging swats all over my bare bottom.
"Daddy m'sorrym'sorrypleasem'sorry!" I howled as he spanked the undercurve a few times, right in the same spot.
"You will behave yourself. Follow my orders. Be respectful. And If we are in a situation like that again, and you disobey me like you did, I will not hesitate to turn you over my knee, right then and there. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Daddy! Yessir! I'll be good!" I wailed, truly sorry for my actions.
"All right." He lifted his arm and began to rub my shoulders as I shuddered with sobs. Once my breathing had slowed, he slid my panties back into place and then lifted me up into his arms. He held me upright against his shoulder, and I buried my head in his neck and sobbed. He rubbed my back as I cried. "All right, shh, it's over."
"M's-sorry I was bad, D-daddy." I sniffled.
He stroked my hair back from my face. "Shh, you're not bad. You misbehaved, and you were punished. It's all done now. You're my good girl."
I curled into his chest, comforted by those words. I felt drained now from all the worry and crying. "M'sorry I was sassy an' I argued." I mumbled into his flannel. "I'll listen better."
He chuckled, and I felt it in my chest. "You and Sam are cut from the same cloth, so I already know how to deal with it." He shifted me in his arms. "Let's get you to bed now, Pumpkin."
I leaned back a little and slid my arms around his chest. "Will you jus' h-hold me?" My chest hitched.
"All right." He stood up and carried me over to the head of the bed, where he sat down again and set me in his lap. He reached over and grabbed a tissue, wiping my face with it, and then pulled me into his arms again. I snuggled in, smelling his sweat-and-outdoors-and leather smell, and hearing his heartbeat, strong and steady. Even though I misbehaved, and got punished for it, I knew he loved me, and I was safe in his arms.
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