Chapter 8 – I'm Going to Kill her, Part 2
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WARNING: This chapter contains SPANKING (Domestic Discipline/Corporal Punishment) of an adult female by an adult male. And swearing. If this offends you, DO NOT READ!
"….Now get in the car."
Well Holly had no intention on pissing off the furious man even more. So, she wisely kept her mouth shut and got into the Impala as quickly as she could fumbling with the door handle. Once Holly was in the passenger seat looking very contrite as her eyes were cast downwards. She refused to looking up at Dean who continued to stare at Holly sternly for a few moments before he got into the driver's seat slamming the door with just enough force to make Holly jump. Without even a glace towards Holly he started up the Impala and drove off.
Holly felt her eyes burn with tears that she was trying to hold back. Whether it was the alcohol in her system or the fact that Dean was angry at her and threaten to spank her she could not hold them back and let out a small sniffle as she brushed a stray tear from her eye. Her head was casted down and her brown hair fell over the sides of her face acting like a protective curtain from Dean's angered face. She did not want to look at him and was feeling horrible about taking the Impala for her own desires. She felt selfish and very sorry, but most of all she had yet again pushed Dean away from her and the only thing she seemed to be good at was pissing the man off. He must really hate her by this point considering she preformed the ultimate sin of taking his precious baby, the only thing that is truly his. Dean had very little to call his own and Holly not only took it, but she had wracked it. By this point she was not even sure why the hell she took the car in the first place other than her selfish need for a personal adventure.
Holly knew she should keep her mouth shut, but her heart wouldn't allow it and blurted out in a whimper. "I'm really sorry, Dean."
"Be quiet, Holly." Dean said sternly keeping his eyes on the road. His tone indicated in many ways that he had no desire to talk to her right now. He was too angry to even converse with her which sadden Holly beyond measure. For the rest of the ride she concentrated on how much of a terrible person she felt like and holding her tears back. She still kept her head down and did not dare look up at the Hunter who she was sure looked murderous, she could practically feel the intensity of his feelings on what she had done.
The ride was silent the rest of the way back to the hotel. When the Impala came to a stop Holly knew they were there, but did not move or look up from her slumped posture. After a few long moments of feeling Dean's eyes on her, she felt her hair being brushed behind her ear. When Holly didn't look up, she felt Dean's rough callous fingers entwine with her hair gently pulling her head upwards and towards him. The tug was not rough or demanding, but surprisingly gentle if not a little firm. It was clear he wanted her eyes on him. Holly bravely looked into the Hunter's green eyes, but cased them down quickly when she could not read his expression. He surprisingly didn't look furious, but his eyes were intense and Holly was feeling vulnerable. Dean sighed releasing Holly's thick brown hair and leaning back running his fingers through his hair like did not understand her and it frustrated him.
After a few long moments Holly opened her mouth to say something, but she was too late. Dean had gotten out of the car slamming his door shut. Holly watched him as he rounded the Impala to the passenger side. He opened the door and without a word grabbed her upper arm and pulled her out of the car wasting no time marching her towards their hotel room. Holly thought she hated that cramped hotel room before, now just seeing the room made her sick.
Once inside Holly was expecting to see Sam, but he was no where to be found. Sam usually finds somewhere else to be when he knows Holly is about to be spanked which in Sam's favor was a nice thought, but she was looking for anyone's company other then Dean at this moment. Sam was often a comfort to her and mainly had the voice of reason where as Dean had the voice of intense emotion and idiocy.
Dean still had a hold of Holly's upper arm and none to gentle pushed her down to sit on the edge of the bed. Then he began to pace back and forth getting out some built up energy. Holly just watched him knowing she was about to get yelled at and Dean didn't disappoint. He abruptly stopped pacing and looked at her his blood boiling.
"Do you have anything to say or should I just spank you?" Dean asked looking intensely livid at Holly who felt her lip quiver slightly. Holly swallowed and licked her lips nervously feeling her cheeks blush with embarrassment at Dean's blunt question. She was feeling way to young for her age and found herself wishing to be anywhere but in the Hunter's presence.
"I'm just…really sorry. I just…" Holly's voice was small stumbling over her words. She in all honesty didn't have too much to say to the man and was finding her reasoning for her joy ride to not be as sensible as she initial thought.
"Just what?" Dean pushed annoyed at Holly's hesitation.
"I needed some alone time." Holly said honestly fidgeting with her hands in her lap.
"Alone time? Seriously, that's your excuse? You had to steal my car and drink to have alone time? Jesus Holly. You couldn't have just stayed outside the hotel room for a bit?" Dean exclaimed sounding extremely annoyed and dumbfounded by her reasoning.
Holly felt herself become annoyed at Dean, mostly because he was not even trying to understand. She needed a break from them. Granted she could have gone about it a different way, but that would have made no difference. She knew Dean would have stopped her due to his great desire to keep order and that was the problem. Holly was not accustomed to following orders and being told what to do nor was she accustomed to having someone care so much about every aspect of her actions. It was beyond strange and a new concept her mind has never fully grasped with the Hunter. It confused and bothered her to core. They just seemed to clash every time.
"NO!" Holly exclaimed loudly to get her point across to Dean who never seems to get it. "And because you are controlling dickwad, you wouldn't have let me if I had asked anyway!"
"You're damn right I wouldn't." Dean growled back without hesitation. "I don't really like your idea of alone time which you showed me to be stealing, drinking and driving, crashing and climbing trees. So no shit I wouldn't let you. Do you look for potential ways to kill yourself?"
Holly gritted her teeth at his question which she found extremely judgmental for a man who is in the Hunting business. It only seems to matter when Holly does anything worth living, but somehow the same rules don't apply to him. "You are so damn controlling Dean! Everything does not have to be your way. I'm a grown ass adult and can make my own decisions. You may not like them, but I have the right to make them." Holly stated feeling her heartrate rise.
"Not when you steal my car and get drunk joy riding in the middle of the night! And forgive me for not thinking you needing alone time is a good enough excuse to put yourself in danger. Do you realize all this could have ended so much worse than it had?" Dean asked looking very stern and very serious at Holly leaving no room for mistaking his feelings on the subject.
Holly did not answer right away as she knew what she did was rather reckless. And although she felt Dean had no right to talk about sustaining from recklessness for he had a very poor track record of that himself, but that did not mean she did not feel bad about what she did.
"Do you?!" Dean's voice boomed at her making her jump and look back up at him.
Holly sighed. "Look Dean, I'll pay for the damages to the Impala. I'll…."
"The Impala?" Dean questioned like it was not in the context of what they were talking about.
Holly felt her blood boil in annoyance at the fact that Dean couldn't grasp anything she was saying to him. "Yes, the Impala, Dean! Your baby, the car you threaten anyone that breaths on it, let alone touches it. Your reason for living, your pride and joy! And I'm sorry my stupid ass wrecked it, okay!? And I promise I will pay for the damages and I won't touch your precious baby again."
Dean stared at Holly with an expression Holly did not recognized. Holly was taken back a bit as he still looked angry, but also hurt in some way. Almost like he was in pain and was trying to not show his discomfort. Holly face softened and blinked in confusion. She found herself lowering her voice and apologizing once more in a more sincere tone then before.
"Look Dean, I'm so sorry I know the Impala means a lot to you and I was stupid. I'll make it up to you." Holly said feeling bad about the way she went off on him.
Dean stared at her intensely for a few long moments. "I like my car, Holly. But don't make the mistake of thinking the Impala is all I care about." His voice was low and stern and rumbled deeply in his throat.
Holly found herself a bit in shock as she looked at the serious look on Dean's face. He was unyielding and deeply stern. It almost seemed like he was upset that Holly even brought up fixing the Impala which was strange to her. Dean was acting odd. Holly knew Dean cared about her safety, but dismissing the Impala as a simple "like" confused her. After only a few moments of Holly deep in her own thoughts contemplating Dean, Dean spoke in an annoyed and frustrated tone.
"Alight I'm done talking, you're getting a spanking."
Holly's head snapped up and panic set in. "Wait no, Dean. Come on, please! Listen…"
"To what, Holly?" Dean snapped in a harsh tone. "How much you don't want a spanking and how you will not do it again or how you're a grown ass woman and I'm barbaric?" He asked seeming to cover all the potential objections to what was about to occur.
"You are barbaric! Can't you just let me feel bad and leave my ass alone?" Holly asked in all seriousness in the honest hope that he would.
"No. You know very well what happens when you put yourself in danger." Dean said in final gravely tone. Then he strided over to the bed and Holly immediately jumped up keeping her backside away from Dean as she now stood where he once was. Dean did not react to her jumping away from him. He simply sat on the bed where Holly once was and looked up at her with his hands on his knees. His narrowed green eyes were hard to read as he looked up at Holly almost like he was confused about her whole being and desired to know her inner thoughts, which Holly thought, were not too complex at this point. She did not want to be spanked. Period.
"Come here." He graveled out.
Holly shook her head in denial as she stared at his hard muscular thighs and rough calloused hands. She knew exactly how it felt to be put over Dean's knees for a punishment. And as reality hit her, she remembered just how unpleasant it was. She was back to feeling like a little girl again who wanted nothing more then to run or say anything to get out of it. What if he bared her again? It was so humiliating and mortifying to think about. She was now suddenly thinking about how stupid her actions were and wished to the high heavens that she had simply asked Dean for the Impala. Why was she the way that she was? She was reckless and impulsive. She had always had a rebellious and rather rebel streak in her, but it was never this bad. Ever since she had met Dean it seems she is unable to avoid consequence for her flaw in character. And as sad as it may seem she feels horrible for putting her friend through the things that she does. As Holly saw it, she was rather toxic for the fearful hunter and cursed herself for being the way that she was. Why can't she just think through things and be compliant for her friend? She just wasn't the obedient type. She couldn't help but wonder if Dean's past girlfriends were different then she was.
"You want me to come get you and drag you over my knee again? Is that the way you want it?" Dean asked ominously looking at her like he wasn't going to play this game with her.
"I don't want it at all Dean." Holly growled like it was obvious because it was.
"I'm aware this is not fun for you, but it's happening sweetheart." Dean said in a firm and final tone that sent a chill down Holly's spin.
"Did you ever spank anyone else, but me?" Holly asked in a small rather vulnerable voice looking down at Dean's boots.
"Yes." He replied simply.
"I don't mean just Sam. Like any girlfriends or…" Holly voice trailed off not able to finish her question which she was embarrassed to ask. She didn't know why, but she was.
"In the bedroom, yes. As punishments….no." Dean said seriously giving her an intense look.
The realization hit Holly then and there that she was the only woman Dean ever punished. And the oddest thing about it was not only the fact that he felt he had the responsibility to do so, but the punishment he felt appropriate was spanking which was not only done in a physical and personal way, but done in a very intimate way. In all honesty she was greatly confused by this. Was she the only one that pissed him off that much?
"Why?" She asked.
Dean stared at Holly for a long moment before he spoke. "Because it's you." He said it like it was simply just the way it was. That confused Holly even more.
"Now stop stalling and come over here." He said sternly.
"Please, Dean." Holly pleased, but Dean, like always, was having none of it.
"If I have to come get you, you will not enjoy it." Dean stated, his patience obviously wearing thin.
"I'm not going to enjoy it anyway." Holly grumbled under her breath annoyed at the situation entirely.
At that Dean started to get up. Seeing that Holly immediately put her hands out in front of her in surrender. "Okay, okay, okay. Don't get up! I'll come!" Holly blabbed out not really believing what she was saying.
Dean gave her a skeptical look as he sat back down and raised an eyebrow at her. Holly swallowed as she thought about what she was saying. Coming over to the man who was going to beat her ass was not something her whole being advocated. It was not normal.
"One." Dean began in an ominous tone.
Well shit.
"Two." He counted impatiently clearly becoming more annoyed by the minute, but honestly what did he expect?
Holly just couldn't seem to make her body move. It felt like her feet were glued to the floor.
"Dean this isn't fair." Holly said trying to once more, like she always did, to stall her fate, but as always it never worked.
"Three." Dean said pushing off the bed and stomping towards her. Once he got a hold of her arm he immediately marched her back to the bed, sat down and flipped her over his knee with such ease Holly was in sock at how quickly Dean was able to do that.
"I'll tell you what's not fair Holly…." With that he smacked her slightly raised bottom as he pulled her in closer to him securing her around her waist firmly. Holly squeaked at the sudden sting and pushed against Dean's leg trying to raise her torso which she knew was completely useless. Dean was a strong man.
"You taking my car, getting drunk, DIVING and crashing it. And not only that! But you ran away from me and hid in a fucking tree. Was it your goal to piss me off even more then I already was?" He asked as he rained down three solid swats to Holly bottom.
Holly grunted gritting her teeth. "NO! I knew you would be pissed and I didn't want you to kill me."
"Kill you? No. I think once you figured out you fucked up big time you knew you were going to get a spanking for this crazy ass stunt you pulled so you lost all the sense you had in your head and ran away from me trying to avoid the one consequence you cannot stand." Dean said giving Holly's raised backside three more memorable smacks that made her kick her legs out. The smacks were not lite and she knew only too well that the sting she was feeling in her bottom was nothing compared to what was to come and she dreaded it as the sting spread.
"Explain this to me Holly, why is risking your life far less terrifying then you going over my knee?" Dean asked genuinely wanting to know the answer.
It was honestly hard to explain anything of what she felt while Dean was concerned let alone explain anything while someone was wailing on your ass. And Dean did not pause for her to answer the question with dignity. Holly grunted miserably as his hand connected with her left thigh.
"OW! Because your hand hurts like a mother fuc…owwww! Stop, please! We can talk like civilized people for once!" Holly complained letting out a whining sound that she hated to hear coming form her lips, but the thing was, her ass hurt and couldn't think too much on anything but.
Completely ignoring Holly's request Dean spoke. "Instead of just facing me, you drove away drunk off your ass. You were in no position to drive. You're lucky that crash wasn't worse woman, damn lucky! And now you're telling me that it was better than just facing me and getting it over with?"
Holly wanted to scream yes and her bottom became more and more sore. "Have you ever seen your face whenever something happens to your Impala?! You were going to murder me! My life was in danger. Besides I was a little tipsy. I wasn't thinking straight. And don't tell me you've never done anything stupid while you were drunk. Give me a break, Dean!"
There was an ominous silence that filled the room as Dean's hand rested on Holly's backside as he took in her words. Holly felt herself holding her breath as Dean deep voice rumbled out "give you a break?"
His tone gave every suggestion that he did not like what she said and she soon realized just how much as she felt him reach underneath her and pop the button of her jeans open and unzip the zipper. Holly knew what this meant only too well as the memories of the last time she was spanked bare flooded into her mind.
Holly immediately started to thrash and bunk! "Noooooooo! Dean, don't you dare! Stop it!" Holly tried to say in an authoritive tone, but came out panicked.
Dean simply held her down firmly almost frustrating Holly even further as her efforts were proving utterly useless. Dean was amazingly unfazed by Holly's attempts like he was expecting it and found it normal. Dean grabbed ahold of Holly's waste band and tugged her jeans and underwear down in one swift motion. Holly felt the cold air hit her backside and began to blush profusely. She instinctively threw her hand back to cover her exposed bottom.
"Move your hand, Holly." Dean growled out sternly. When Holly didn't comply, Dean pinned the poor embarrassed woman's hand behind her. "You drive drunk in the middle of the night putting yourself in needless danger just so you could avoid a much-deserved trip over my knee? And you want me to give you a break? Forgive me if I don't believe you, that I was more dangerous to you then your reckless actions tonight. I'll tell you one thing sweetheart, you ain't going to be sitting comfortably anytime soon after this. I might not murder you, but I will spank you until you and I have an understanding of just what I mean when I tell you to be safe."
With that Dean wasted no time in turning Holly's pale bottom into a nice rosie red. Dean rained down swat after swat alternating from cheek to cheek. Holly felt her bottom wiggle after each smack was laid. The sting was immediate and direct there was no warm up or even warning as Dean simply lite her ass on fire. Holly hissed and gritted her teeth grunting and moaning at every spank. She tried desperately to be stoic and not give Dean the satisfaction of getting through to her, but as fate would have it, it wasn't long before her eyes were welling up in tears and the sting was becoming unbearable. Her bottom was aching and her heart dropped as she thought of how stupid she really was tonight. She blushed in embarrassment not only due to her exposure to Dean, but her vulnerable feelings welling up inside of her. She could never make Dean happy with her. She was just too toxic for him and no matter how much her heart ached for it, she would never be his.
Holly began to cry out and gave up on hiding her tears. "Owwww." Holly sobbed out pitifully something which she hated to sound like, but did not care at this point. Dean continued to spank her and Holly continued to sob feeling the horrible sting in her bottom and the ache in her heart.
After what seemed like ages Dean finally rested his palm on her heated bottom and kept it there for a long moment as Holly sobbed and sniffled not full taking in that the spanking was over. He let go of her hand on her lower back which Holly let flop to the floor. Once Holly began to calm down Dean attempted to pull up her underwear and jeans up, but to Dean's shock Holly pushed off of him and rolled off his knees onto the floor. Holly didn't know exactly why she did this. Perhaps it was because she did not want her rough jeans to scrap over her flaming backside and had no desire to communicate with Dean whatsoever. Dean looked down at Holly with a confused and concerned look on his face. Holly was turned away from him laying on her side her red well punished backside in full view towards him.
Dean slowly got off the bed and sat on the floor beside Holly fighting the urge to lay a comforting hand on her. Holly did not move, but felt Dean sitting next to her, his eyes looking at her. After a long while Holly spoke.
"It really stings." Holly stated honestly trying to explain her actions for just falling like a heap on the floor like a small child.
"I bet it does." Dean responded smoothly.
There was another long moment of silence until Holly felt Dean swop her up into his arms carrying her bridle style to the bed. Her jeans and underwear hanging loosely off her feet threating to fall at any time. Oddly it didn't seem to bother Dean nor Holly that she was practically nude form the waist down. Holly was shocked at first, but was too tired to stay that way for long and melted into his hard broad chest. Holly tried to look at his eyes, but Dean did not look down at her. He very carefully placed her on the bed facedown being very careful not to harm her sore bottom. Dean sat next to her and slowly if not a little cautiously began to rub her back in small circles as an attempt to comfort her. However, as nice and soothing as it was it just didn't seem right. Holly reached around grabbing his hand without looking at him and to her own surprise she moved his hand down towards her aching bottom and placed his hand gently on top of her thick red cheeks.
Holly could not see it, but Dean's face was in pure shock at first. This was an action he was not expecting Holly to do. He just spanked her for goodness sake, but it turns out she did not want him to leave she wanted him to comfort her and not just in any way. She wanted him to comfort her in the same intimate and personal way her punishment was. Dean lips curled up into a smile tying to suppress a small snicker that was attempting to escape. He found her actions endearing and oddly cute. He pressed his lips together and obliged her simple request and began to rub gently in small circles over her round thick bottom.
Dean's touch was extremely soothing and Holly immediately felt comforted. It was amazing that Dean's hard firm hand that just spanked her bottom so severely could be so gentle. The sting on her bottom was starting to slowly melt away into a dull ache. Holly found herself moaning slightly without even realizing it. Suddenly Dean stopped. Holly disappointed turned her face to look at Dean who was sitting there looking back at her letting out a low deep breath just short of a growl.
"Why'd you stop?" Holly asked looking sad.
Dean raised an eyebrow at her like he wasn't sure if she was joking. "You know very well why." And with that he patted her bottom not harshly, but firmly as he got up.
"Ow!" Holly complained as she turned to her side keeping her bottom out of the line of fire. It did not hurt too bad, but it did not feel good either. "Why are you such an asshole?" She asked annoyed as a slight sting tingled over her sore bottom.
"Don't you mean barbarian?" Dean asked turning towards her a slight twinkle in his green eyes.
"Fine, why are you such a barbarian asshole?" She asked trying to look angry, but not succeeding entirely as there was a clear tease in her voice.
"Because I care about you." Dean said seriously, but before Holly could take in the sweetness of his comment. Dean spoke again. "Now get your ass up and put on my sweatpants or one of my long shirts before Sam gets back. I want you in bed after you wash up."
Holly's jaw dropped at the sheer rudeness of his command. Although she really couldn't be shocked that he was treating her like a solider or a child. He did that often, way to often for Holly's taste, but that was just Dean's way, but just because it was Dean's way did not mean Holly had to like it nor call him out for being an idiot in his choice of words.
"How about a please with that?" Holly said giving Dean a disapproving look.
"How about a swat with that?" Dean countered sternly taking a step towards her.
Holly, whose bottom was too sore to gamble with, got up from the bed annoyed at Dean's lack of simple manners. She wrapped herself in small blanket at the foot of the bed kicking off her jeans and underwear. Apparently, she was okay with Dean seeing her half naked as long as he was comforting her and not acting like an asshole. She was finding herself confused about her own actions in letting Dean comfort her exposed bottom. It was like she wasn't thinking and just let her unconscious be her guide. She was now feeling rather embarrassed about it. How could she be so forward in asking her friend to do something like that? Something so intimate? Then again, the punishment she was given was very intimate. If she could be punished that way then why the hell should she not be comforted that way? Holly was absolutely shocked by her actions though. She allowed her guard to drop and vulnerably expose herself, literally and figuratively, to him. This was something she never planned on doing. It just happened and now strangely she wasn't upset by her vulnerability or even angry at the fact that she was weak in allowing Dean to comfort her in such a way. She didn't see it that way like she normally would, she found herself liking Dean comforting her despite the fact that he did spank her. What the hell was wrong with her? And the crazy part about the whole thing was Dean did not complain or dispute it. He did it without hesitation. Holly shook her head in total confusion. It was an odd feeling that left her baffled and frustrated.
Holly picked up her jean's and underwear off the ground and began to walk towards the bathroom. Just before Holly closed the door, she turned towards Dean who was looking right at her.
"You know, sometimes, I just want to punch you in the face." She said and quickly shut the door behind her to do as the Drill Sargent instructed of her.
TBC?
Please let me know what you think of this chapter and if you desire to see anything specific from Holly and Dean. I did allow them to have an intimate, almost sexual moment. I don't know how everyone would feel about that, but there it is.
Note: It might be awhile till I update again due to exciting things happening in my life, but I will try to get back on and update again as soon as I can. I love to write and can't stay away from Holly and Dean too long. I also might post stories that I have already written awhile ago just to have something up in the meantime if anyone would be interested.