Caden busts through the door to the bedroom he shares with his cousin. He tosses his backpack to the ground and begins rummaging through his drawers, discarding articles of clothing over his shoulders.

"What are you doing?" A voice comes from behind him, causing him to jump.

He turns to see his cousin on his bed, lying on his back tossing a ball into the air and catching it. "Oh, hey. Have you seen my red jersey?"

Johnny sits up, tossing the ball onto his pillow. "No. You got a game tonight?"

"Yeah," Caden replies, digging through the closet now. "Rescheduled from the rain out last week. You wanna come?"

Johnny sighs and resumes his previous position on the bed. "Can't. Dad grounded me tonight, I can't leave the room."

Caden pulls his shirt over his head and slips on the jersey he'd been looking for. "Why?"

"My attitude," Johnny answers with an eyeroll. "Apparently the guy can't take a joke anymore."

"I can take a joke," Dean interjects, walking into the room. "Yours just aren't funny and I'm tired of your backtalk."

Johnny rolls off the bed and walks over to his father. "Sorry, dad… really." He adds, seeing the skeptical look on his father's face.

"Thank you, son, but don't even ask. You're not getting out of your grounding, and I expect this room to be clean by the time Caden and I get back tonight."

Johnny looks around at the clothes scattering the previously spotless room. "Dad, that was Caden, he just threw these around a few minutes ago looking for his stupid jersey."

Dean shrugs. "Sucks to be you."

Caden sticks out his tongue with a smirk and Johnny responds with a punch to the shoulder.

"Watch it." Dean points to his son as he heads into the hallway. "Caden, be ready in five. Your dad got called in to help your grandpa with his hunt so I'm taking you," He calls over his shoulder.

Johnny lets out an exasperated sigh. "Thanks a lot, pig."

Caden shrugs. "Now you know what it's like living with you."

Johnny scoops up a pair of jeans off the floor which he promptly throws in his cousins' direction. "Hey," he starts as Caden turns to leave. "How much time do you think I have?"

Caden quirks an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, how long do you think you'll be gone?"

"Why?" He asks with a curious glance.

Johnny flashes a sly smile. "Simone wants to meet up tonight."

"Simone? Dude, she's a bitch."

"Yeah," Johnny shrugs. "But she's hot and she wants to make out."

Caden shakes his head. "I don't know, maybe two hours tops. You'd be cutting it close dude."

Johnny thinks it over. "It'll be worth it." He glances at his watch. "I'll just make sure to be back by 9, dad will never be the wiser."

A sarcastic laugh leaves Caden's lips. "Sure, man. Good luck with that."

When Johnny hears his dad's truck pull out of the drive a few minutes later he quickly finishes cleaning up his bedroom then changes his clothes. He waits a few more minutes to make sure his dad and Caden don't return, Caden is notorious for always forgetting something, he carefully pushes his window up and climbs his way out. They live in a ranch house, so the window is only about six and a half feet off the ground, but Johnny being five foot ten still has to shimmy a bit to make it to the ground safely. He checks the time, noting he only has about 90 minutes to get back before heading off.

He's meeting Simone at a park, make out park, the kids call it. It's only about a five-minute walk from his house so that gives him about 80 minutes of quality make out time. Simone arrived first, Johnny see's her on a bench waiting for him. He sneaks up behind her and plants a kiss on top of her head.

"About time," she says with a smile.

Johnny wastes no time, he slides onto the bench next to her, gently takes her face in his hands and brings his lips to hers. Her lips part as their mouths meet, and Johnny instantly loses himself in the warm, softness of her kiss.

Johnny has kissed many girls in his life, and yet he never tires of the feel of a beautiful girls' lips on his. Simone's lips taste like cherry, and it makes him want to melt. Their kissing becomes more intense as he slides his hand down to her thigh and she reciprocates by lacing her fingers through his hair. If they weren't in a public park right now, he probably wouldn't be able to stop himself from ripping off her shirt.

When they finally pull apart for some air Johnny feels light-headed. It's almost as if he's ill and the antidote is Simone's lips. He quickly glances at his watch.

"Fuck." He whispers.

"What?" Simone asks, moving her lips back to his.

He pulls his face away from hers with a groan. "I can't. I have fifteen minutes to get back home before my dad realizes I'm gone."

"So, what if he does?" She asks softly, running her thumb down Johnny's cheek.

He grimaces. "I want to stay here and kiss you all night, you have no idea how badly. But my dad will kill me, truly."

He stands up and gives her one last peck on the lips. "Let's do this again tomorrow night, okay?"

She groans. "Fine, but you owe me."

He kisses her one more time before turning and running into the darkness. The walk home is quick and he's soon back at his window. He one-handedly grabs the edge of the window frame and pulls himself up, pushing the window open with his other arm. When his head pops in he's surprised to see his cousin inside getting changed. "Shit," he says to himself. "Does dad know I'm gone?" He asks his cousin.

Caden turns at the sound of his voice. "No, but you better fucking hurry."

Johnny pushes up on the window with both hands just as the bedroom door swings open revealing his father. Dean spots Johnny just as he ducks back outside the window trying to hide himself.

"Get your ass back in here, Jonathon!"

Johnny lets out a sigh and slowly raises himself onto the window frame again, this time pulling himself inside.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Dean is scowling.

Johnny bites his lip. "Nowhere, sir."

Dean raises an eyebrow. "You gonna pretend you weren't just sneaking out that window, son?"

Johnny shakes his head. "I wasn't sneaking out the window, sir."

Dean leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms. "Then what were you doing?"

Johnny's eyes shift. "Sneaking back in," He whispers.

"Come again, son?"

Johnny lets out a heavy sigh, when he speaks again his voice is louder. "I was sneaking back in the window, sir."

Dean moves away from the doorframe, taking a few menacing steps toward his son. "So, you did sneak out."

Johnny knows he has absolutely no explanation that will justify what his father just saw, his only option is the truth. "Yes, sir."

"Were you supposed to leave your room tonight?" Of course, Dean already knows the answer, but he wants to hear Johnny say it.

Johnny shoves his hands in his pockets. "No, sir."

Dean nods and slowly unbuckles his belt. "Okay then," he nods towards his son's bed. "Lean over the bed."

Johnny's eyes widen. "Dad!"

Dean pulls the belt through the loops of his jeans and holds up a hand. "Let's not even play this little game, Johnny. You knew you were grounded, you snuck out, you got caught. This is the consequence so let's just get it over with."

Johnny looks like he wants to argue, but he knows his father is right. No matter what he says or how long the back-and-forth lasts, this is going to end the same way. Johnny's getting a licking and there's not a damn thing he can do about it.

Johnny groans but obeys his father. He walks over to his bed and lays himself over the end of the frame.

"Lose the jeans, Johnny."

"Dad…" Johnny pleads into the comforter.

"Again son, let's not do this dance. The jeans are coming off weather you pull them off yourself or I have to do it for you. And trust me, you do not want me to have to do it for you."

Trusting his father's word, Johnny pulls himself up, lowers his jeans and kicks them to the side, and then resumes his position laying over the bed.

"I'm not gonna bore you with a speech, son. We both know why we're here; you know what you did wrong and I hope to hell you don't do it again because soon I'm going to have to up my punishment game if this doesn't get through to you."

With that, Dean starts in hard and fast, bringing his belt down over his son's boxer clad bottom. Caden is still in the same spot he was when Johnny climbed through the window, not wanting to move incase he somehow got caught up this charade of his cousins. He winces at each loud whap that rings through the air, knowing his cousin is feeling the full brunt of Dean's disappointment.

Johnny grips the comforter with both hands, trying to muffle his grunts into the mattress. His dad has never been the type to warm up when it comes to dishing out lickings, that's more his Uncle Sam's thing. Dad prefers to let you know right off the bat how much your actions upset him. After a while Dean moves the belt lower to the crease where Johnny's ass meets his upper thighs and Johnny can't hold back the yelps then. No matter how many times he finds himself in this position, Johnny never builds up an intolerance to the pain. He liked to think that the more likings he got the duller the pain would start to feel, but each new encounter with a belt proved that theory to be nothing more than wishful thinking.

When his dad starts putting more emphasis behind each swing, Johnny starts begging. He feels like an absolute child, but he can't help himself. The pain his dad can deliver with this mean strip of leather is incomparable to anything else, except maybe the same action inflicted by his uncle or grandfather.

Dean finally decides his son has had enough and gives one last lick, the hardest one so far as is his custom for a spanking, and as usual it leaves Johnny howling. Dean slips the belt back through its loops, but doesn't buckle, he'll be taking it off again to get ready for bed soon anyhow. He gives his son a gentle rub on the back before pulling him up and into a hug. Johnny nestles his head into his father's neck and cries until the sting starts to fade. He lifts his head and wipes his eyes on his hand.

"Let's not do this again, huh boy?" Dean says.

Johnny's lip is still quivering but he gets out a shaky "No, sir."

He instructs the boys to hit the sack and Caden is finally able to pull himself out of his trance and obey. Johnny, moving slower, follows his cousin's lead.

"Johnny," Dean says as the boys crawl into their bed. "You're forgiven, and I love you, but you're grounded tomorrow night and for your sake you better mind it this time."

"Yes, sir." Johnny answers groggily from under his covers.

Dean turns out the light and leaves the boys to fall asleep.

Johnny rolls onto his side to ease the pain in his backside.

"So, was it worth it?" Caden asks from the darkness.

Johnny wipes his eyes and lets out a sigh, "Ask me tomorrow."