It Was an Accident – Part 2
Part 2 is posted! Yayyyy. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Thank you for all your reviews and suggestions. I loved them all! I decided to respond to the reviews to truly thank you for them. I can't do it every time or I'd never finish anything lol. Welcome new readers!
Leveragefan101: I'm so glad you loved it and want to read more! It made me so happy to know you want me to continue. It really motivates me to keep writing. Thank you! 😊
Ponygirlrunner25: Thank you so much for your lovely review. It made my day! Yes, Dean definitely did say he would spank her with a belt if she put her life in danger again, but he hasn't yet. I think this is for the simple fact that he doesn't want to, but that doesn't mean he won't. I think Holly would have to scare him pretty bad for him to find using a belt necessary. I really do like the idea of Dean and Holly's relationship blooming into something romantic. While Holly thinks of Dean as a friend, her feelings are a bit more then she realizes it. I do like the idea of Holly getting angry with Dean after a spanking and goes numb towards him. Dean would absolutely not like that and would have to open up to her. Also I'm glad you are re-reading chapter 8, I ended up doing the same lol. I love your reviews, your input and ability to read into the characters is great. I love it!
GuestGuest: Thank you so much for answering my question. I was certainly curious what people thought. Holly is really tired; she also is very stubborn. What will win over? I hope you enjoy the chapter and Holly's ultimate decision.
Spades4891: I know. I'm so sorry. I had to cut it off somewhere. Plus, there is nothing wrong with a little suspense lol. But I hope I didn't make you wait too long. Enjoy the chapter!
Britestar: Awww thank you so much. Your review made me so happy. Haha yes! I probably would have gotten in the car too. I always picture his stern face and shiver. I'm so glad you are liking the story and yes, many readers are wanting Holly and Dean to be more than just friends. And like I had mentioned with Ponygirlrunner25. Holly tends to think of Dean as a friend, but often her feelings are much more than that. And Dean, poor Dean's feelings are clear, but he's scared. The relationship is a slow burn, but it's happening. "You want it, here?" Yeah, Dean can be intimidating lol.
MarionLuth: Thank you so much for reviewing. I'm glad you enjoyed the pervious chapter and I hope that you will like this one as well. Dean is very fun to write and I like the interaction he has with someone like Holly. I also wonder where they will end up LOL. We'll see.
EmilyAnnMcGarrett-Winchester: I think Holly is about to get burned too. That's what happens when you play with fire and put your pride over your butt. LOL. Hope you like where this chapter leads. I'm so glad you are loving the story.
Elliesamadeangirl: Haha! Yes, RUN! I think that's probably what I would do, but then again, the severe sternness of Dean Winchester glaring at you. I might choose to just get in the car. I think your right in the fact that Dean would not think Holly would rebel simply because of common sense. And Holly could possibly dodge them if she ran, but you're right Sam and Dean are fast and Holly is one tired girl at the moment. Hope you enjoy this chapter and the decisions Holly makes. 😊
Baby Dragon: Yes, yes, yes. LOL. That's exactly what one should do when they are faced with utter doom. Why make it worse on yourself right? But will Holly be smart about it or has her tiredness taken all of her common sense away? The next chapter will tell 😉 I hope you enjoy it. Thank you so much for reviewing, it makes my day.
Annie Jones: I'm so glad you are enjoying the story. Holly seems to be pushing Dean to spank her there, but will he? Many people are wanting Holly and Dean's relationship to move towards a more romantic one. And I definitely see that happening, but I like your idea of slowly realizing it and acting upon it. Both Holly and Dean are shielded people, but the feelings are there despite denial. Lol. Enjoy the next chapter.
Beholed: Ugh! Yes, you don't know how embarrassed I am. Thank you so much for pointing that out. I do know that, silly mistake on my part. Your correction is not nerdy. Just common sense lol. Much love right back. I hope you continue to read and enjoy the next chapter.
Lau Whisperer: What a great review! Thank you so much for taking the time! I grew up with guns too and I'm glad you see the severity of it. Not good. She is rather immature about this and I a tribute some of that due to her lack of sleep which by the way you are completely right, she should be completely out of it. However, I felt that the drive of adrenaline pushing through her to keep her going just enough to get a spanking in lol. Perhaps I was a bit lazy on that. Holly is a bit immature; I find myself wanting to shake her a lot of the time. I might write more about why that is. It's a part of her that she does not like, mostly because it hurts Dean. I do write from Holly's perspective and leave Dean's thoughts a mystery only giving a few glimpses into his mind. That is so cool that you noticed and want more. I did do that on purpose due to the simple fact that I wanted his inner thoughts to be a mystery and his actions to show through. I wanted to reveal Dean's thoughts slowly to the audience showing him through Holly's point of view first. I did debate about doing a chapter from Dean's perspective at one point, but never did. And since were getting closer to Holly and Dean becoming close, I do plan on showing more of Dean's thoughts. And yes, Holly should be figuring out this relationship. I see her as simply in denial lol. I am debating on if I should lead Holly and Dean to some.… juicy sense. Lol. We'll see. But thank you so much for your review. I hope I didn't confuse you or disappoint you in any way. Hope you like the next chapter! Happy reading!
Brok-13-09: Aww what a lovely compliment. I'm so happy to hear you like my writing and the way I'm portraying the characters. Yes, Holly is dramatic and a bit immature, but like you said, if she wasn't then there would be no spankings. And that would be just boring lol. I do plan on pushing their relationship further and knowing Dean and Holly there will be a lot emotion. Thank you so much for your review. It was wonderful to read. I hope you keep reading and enjoying the story!
Xyrance: Awww. Yayy! I'm so glad you enjoyed the chapter. You made my day with your comment. I feel like I'm always asking Holly what the hell she is doing lol. I'm glad your liking how Dean is turning out, I like him too. Thank you so much and enjoy the next chapter!
Thank you to all who commented and reviewed! Wow. I was shocked at all the reviews I got, but I asked and I received. I hope I did not discourage anyone or reveal too much. I just wanted to thank you all personally. It's amazing what it can do for motivation!
NOW TO THE CHAPTER…..
WARNING: There is descriptive SPANKING (Corporal Punishment/Domestic Discipline) of an adult female by an adult male in this chapter. Please if this is not your thing. Do not read!
"I've got no problem giving it to you right here, right now if that's what you want. Do not test me."
Holly swallowed hard as she slowly uncrossed her arms finding herself not feeling so brave anymore. God that man was intimidating. It just wasn't fair. However, Holly fought hard not reveal the raising anxiety she was feeling. She looked over at Sam who had his arms crossed moving his eyes from Dean then back to Holly who quickly obverted her eyes. Holly cheeks began to blush profusely feeling like a naughty girl being chastised in front of a friend. She found it momentously embarrassing to be chewed out and threatened with a spanking in front of him. Even though she knew spankings were not so odd to the Winchesters, who just saw the punishment as a part of a Hunter's life, she simply could not get used to it nor did she find it comforting or less embarrassing to know that it's not so unusual. And she would be horrified if Dean spanked her in front of him. She oddly saw Sam as her route to normalcy somewhat and did not want that ruined by him being present.
"You're not spanking me here." Holly stated through gritted teeth as her cheeks blushed profusely.
"Good, then get in the car." Dean said stiffly keeping his eyes locked on Holly.
"You're not spanking me at all, Dean. I told you, it's not happening." Holly stated with as much unbending defiance as her small frame would show pushing out her chest out haughtily. However, despite her outward defiance. Inwardly she was feeling her heart beat rapidly in her chest and her body flood with anxiety at hearing the words spill out of her mouth.
Dean's glare nearly made Holly's legs give out from under her it was so piercing. Then in a deep forebodingly calm voice said - "It's happening, Holly. The only choice you have is – either you do as your told and get in the car or you don't and I spank your stubborn ass, right here, right now. You wanna fight me on this?"
Despite Holly's built up anxiety, she found herself grinding her teeth at this point as she glared at him. "Do as your told" – Like Hell. Holly was infuriated and extremely tired. She wanted to scream in pure frustration. He was taking control giving Holly no choice except the choices that would not end well for her backside. He had no right to spank her for this. It was a mistake, but she, as an adult will swallow the consequences of her actions that life gives her, not the ones that Dean puts in place. It was unbelievable and unfair that she had to bear this, no other woman in the United States would be punished by her friend like this. In Holly's mind she knew there was little hope for getting out of her punishment, but that did not mean she would not fight tooth and nail against the bull-headed jerk.
Holly started to back away from Dean, her legs obviously more intelligent then her mouth. Dean simply watched her continuing to glare at her. "No, Dean. I don't want to be spanked. So, you just swallow your pride or whatever the hell you need to do and deal with it. It's. Not. Happening." Holly tried to sound firm and unintimidated, but failed under Dean's perpetuating glare. She was feeling anything but and her eyes betrayed her widening with worry.
Dean's eyebrows raised high in surprise astonished at her stubbornness, not in the least bit impressed. He did not look at her with any indication that he took what she said seriously. His expression clearly showed he was surprised by Holly's statement, but it did not deter him from carrying out what he intended to do.
Dean took in a deep breath and let it out slowly like he was exasperated by Holly's statement while at the same time willing himself to calm down. "Fine." Dean said in a disappointed growl and took a menacing step towards toward her.
At hearing that single word pass from Dean's lips, something in Holly snapped immediately and reality hit her like a ton of bricks. "NO." She shouted in panic. Before Holly could really think about what she was doing she turned to run. But Dean, being the annoyingly quick man that he was, grabbed Holly's wrist and yanked her towards him. Without really giving it much thought, in all her fear and rage, she turned and swung her leg towards the member between his legs. Dean seeing this quickly shifted his body to the side just barely dodging the very painful blow to his area, a look of pure shock and relief washed over his face. He held Holly away at arm's length and snapped his head up towards her. He cocked his head to the side slightly his eyes wide and his jaw clenched tightly with deep displeasure and a look that Holly could read precisely as you're going to get it. Terror washed over Holly as Dean swing her back towards him bending her over his hip. At seeing the grass Holly put her hands out instinctually to support herself and struggled desperately to get out of Dean's tight grip kicking her feet and flaying her arms. However, Holly was not going anywhere and Dean's hand laid into her backside. The swats came hard and fast and stung immediately. Holly grunted and hissed as her bottom became hot almost instantly. Holly almost always wore jeans, however today was an exception. She opted to wear sweatpants to be more comfortable since they were just going to be shooting and she was now regretting that decision greatly. They were baggy, worn and thin and did little to provide protection for her bottom. Dean's hand fell about six times before he jerked her up quickly turning her to face him. Holly feeling dizzy blinked a bit trying to regain a bit of focus as the blood rusted back to her head. Holly cringed and leaned back when she saw Dean's face inches from hers, a deep menacing scowl was plastered on his face.
"You don't get to kick me in the balls just because you don't want to be spanked. Try that again and I'm grabbing me a switch." With that he tightened his grip and began to march Holly and her throbbing backside towards the Impala. Holly felt herself on the verge of tears threating to line her eyes. Her goal was not to hurt Dean, she just wanted to get away. She saw Sam giving Holly a sympathetic and disappointed look and Holly flushed with mortification. She hated being spanked, but it seemed to be much worse knowing Sam was watching. Holly started to plan in her head about what she was going to say to get out of this. Once they get back to the hotel, she would think of something. She was determined to not let this punishment take place both for her pride and her bottom.
Dean marched her, with great determination, to the car each step laying heavily into the ground. Holly didn't even try to get out of his grip feeling the pain in her bottom as a good motivator not to push him. The spanks he had just given her HURT and she wanted no more of it. However, to Holly's utter surprise Dean did not put her in the backseat like she expected. Instead he rounded towards the front of the impala. Holly was baffled and did not understand what was happening until Dean proceeded to sit down on the edge of the Impala where the headlight was. Holly began to panic and pull away from Dean. It was just now clicking that he was undoubtably going to spank her right there. In her hopeful, perhaps stupidly optimistic mind, she figured going towards the car meant leaving for the hotel, not so Dean could sit down to spank her. But Dean said that he was going to spank her here if she did not get in the car and he wasn't going to go back on his word unfortunately for Holly.
"No, don't!" Holly shouted pulling back with all her might struggling to free herself from Dean's grip. However, all of her momentum back fired as Dean pulled back in one swift yank Holly flung forward towards him. Losing her footing Holly stumbled and made a grunt of discomfort as her spanked bottom connected with the ground. Dean quickly lifted Holly back onto her feet without a word. Yet, Holly was not going to yield as her determination or sense of fear pushed her to continue to resist the Hunter and his unorthodox sense of chastisement. Holly remembering the methods that Sam and Dean taught her she clasped her two hands together and jerked with all her strength in the direction of Dean's finger tips allowing her to slip out of his grasp. Dean let out a deep growl of frustration. Once she was freed, she turned to run, but only got about ten feet before Dean's hand grasp the back of Holly's waist band immediately bringing her to a halt. The waist band of Holly's sweatpants gaped open widely behind her and she could feel the cool afternoon air flow through chilling her warmed bottom and backs of her legs. Dean yanked her back towards him, but this time instead of marching her towards the Impala like last time. He tightened his grip on Holly's waist band and twisted it tightly in his hold pulling upwards. Then to Holly's great surprise, without taking his right hand off of Holly's waist band, Dean wrapped his free arm around the top of her back under her armpits. Before Holly knew it, she was being carried like a barrel of hay under Dean's arm. Due to the way she was being carried the pull on her body was incredibly uncomfortable in more ways than one. Not only because she was being held so tightly and it was digging into her skin, but Dean's grip on the waistband of her sweatpants was being pulled up between her cheeks, using the fabric as convenient tool to lift her up, giving her a very uncomfortable wedgie. She began to worry if the old fabric of her sweatpants would be able to hold up without ripping against the strain they were being put under.
He never ceased to surprise her which sadly was not always in a good way. Holly couldn't believe he was carrying her in such an uncanny, not to mention painful, way.
"DEAN! Are you kidding me right now?! Put me down! NOW! That hurts!" Holly shouted in frustration and wiggled slightly, but quickly stopped as it just made her even more uncomfortable then she already was.
Once Dean reached the Impala, he immediately sat himself down on the hood and laid Holly across his lap. She was bend at the waist over his knee and her torso lay on the cold medal hood of the black car. He released his hold on her waist band and Holly felt some relief as the pressure between her cheeks subsided, but that didn't last long as Dean released his arm from around her back and moved it to grip onto Holly's waistband proceeding to twist and pull her sweatpants between her cheeks once again. As the baggy sweatpants were pulled tightly between her bottom, it evidently displayed her thick cheeks through the thin fabric giving Dean a clear target to spank. While pulling Holly's sweatpants up her bottom Dean pressed his forearm onto her lower back holding her in place. Of course, Holly attempted to lift her torso, but it was useless. Dean was a very strong man and he had her pinned down tightly. Perhaps to ensure that she does not slip out and try to run again because of course she would.
Then without warning the first swat fell hard on Holly's wedged backside. Holly hissed, grunted and moaned as Dean proceeded to pepper her bottom with hard intentionally placed smacks. He concentrated on the meaty part of Holly's bottom and relentlessly brought his hand down over and over again. Holly let out a furious growl of frustration smacking her palm down hard on the hood of the Impala. Dean was quick to respond as he tilted her bottom up slightly with his thigh and brought his palm down on her sit spots and backs of Holly's thighs.
"OH GOD! SHIT! OWWWWW!" Holly complained as she felt like a fire had been lite under her backside.
"Do NOT hit my car." He growled fiercely.
"OWWW, okay, okay, OKAY!" Holly shouted wanting him to just stop hitting her sit area.
Dean gave her two more swats on her sits spots then put his thigh down and concentrated on spanking Holly's clenched bottom. Holly gritted her teeth hating that fact that she was in the very position that she promised herself she would not be. Yet, here she was. Bend over Dean's knee cheek squished against the hood of Dean's precious Impala feeling like her ass was being stung by a bunch of evil bees. Holly, like always, tried to remain stoic to not give Dean the satisfaction of gaining control and keeping her pride intact, but like always it proved to be down near impossible as Dean proved that with each swat that smacked down on Holly's tender bottom.
The pain was increasing quickly and Holly knew Dean was not going easy on her whatsoever showing her no mercy. Yes, she made a mistake, but the world did not end and everyone was fine. Yet, Dean felt differently, and right now, his option is the one that mattered.
"Dean." Holly gritted out practically holding her breath as she lifted her head a bit only to find it too difficult to hold up due to Dean's pressure against her back. Holly's face scrunched in pain, she felt absolutely helpless over Dean's knee hating that feeling, just as much as she hated feeling forced into vulnerability. Holly found that when Dean spanked her, her emotions tended to flood open, not only to herself, but to Dean which was both scary and frustrating to her. Her choice to be closed off was taken away along with a protective cloak of all things she wished to keep hidden, not only from Dean, but from herself. To her, this was simply unfair, she wanted to face her emotions on her own time. Of course, not to mention it stung like a bitch.
Putting her head back down immediately let out an angry whine. "OW! Stop! Please! You're not…owwww being…fair about this. And you're fucking pulling my pants up my ass crack, you dipshit! It freaking hurts!"
Dean stopped mid swing and Holly could feel his eyes fixedly staring into the back of her head. Holly was taken back slightly for she definitely did not expect him to stop, but she most certainly was not complaining. Nevertheless, she felt a twinge of uneasiness pass through her body. Then Holly heard his deep distinctive voice bite out…
"Fine."
And with great efficiency he grasped the back of Holly's sweatpants AND panties pulling them both down in one greatly successful yank. Holly's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as the shock of not only the cold air that kissed her naked bottom, but of Dean's swift actions.
"DEAN!" Holly shouted automatically in panic and mortification. She had been merely expressing her displeasure of her pants being pulled up her backside. She had not expected him to make it worse on her by pulling them OFF. Leave it to Dean to make a shitty punishment even shittier than it already was. She hated the embarrassment it gave to an already mortifying punishment, not to mention the increased pain it gave.
Holly's cheeks blushed profusely with great embarrassment as she thought of not only Dean's view, but of Sam's view as well. Holly wasn't exactly sure where Sam was, but he most certainly was there. It was absolutely mortifying to think about. Instinctually, Holly reached back to cover her exposure. However, Dean's elbow and the way Holly was positioned on the Impala impaired her from being able to reach her bottom. Holly let out a whimper of degradation and dread. Not only was this very embarrassing, but being spanked bare HURT and there was simply no way to get out of it.
"Please, DON'T I didn't..." But Holly was cut off by a solid smack to her left butt cheek. Holly yelped and squeezed her eyes shut feeling the blossoming sting spread over skin. Holly wanted to bury her hands in her face and disappear, but the sting came too swiftly for her to dwell on her mortification. It wasn't long before Dean began to spank in a rhythmic pattern covering her bottom with stinging slaps that seemed to echo slightly in the open area. Holly found herself clenching her cheeks together bracing herself as the swats rained down on her naked butt.
"Ow! I didn't mean to take my pants off, asshole." Holly hissed angerly knowing Dean knew very well that's not what she wanted. And feeling now than ever before that he was every sense of the word, an asshole. Holly was feeling great resentment towards Dean and found herself wishing her foot had made contact with his family jewels. "T-This is uncalled for…y-you…AHHHHHH!"
Dean began to work on her sit spots and all Holly could do was to concentrate on the relentless sting consuming her bottom. "OWW! Son of a…Shit! OWWWWW! STOP, PLEASE!" It was agony. Her bottom was burning like crazy. Dean was strong and no one could argue that he was annoyingly effective at freaking everything he did which unfortunately included spanking. It was then Holly felt the tears spring up in her eyes and the pain in her backside was sinking deep into her burning skin. She tried to wiggle and move against the Hunter, but Dean's grip was unbreakable and she found herself not moving in the slightest. She was pinned in place and Holly moaned dejectedly wanting to be anywhere but where she was at the moment.
She was feeling miserable and ashamed at this point. Why couldn't she had just gone to bed like he told her? She would be feeling a whole lot better than she was feeling right now and her bottom certainly would. What was wrong with her? Even though it was true that she had not gone to bed due to the fact that she could not sleep, but deep down she knew very well it was because she did not want to be told what to do. She did not want DEAN to tell her what to do. She knew Dean was right, but she just couldn't, her pride denied her common sense. Perhaps lack of sleep played a part in her lapse in judgment as well, but nevertheless she outright defied him like a child and, that, more than anything, made her feel worse. Her actions were immature which lead to her being careless, almost getting one of her friends hurt or worse. Holly was kicking herself for being simply stupid. Holly's anger had all but deflated, like a pierced balloon. She was embarrassed, ashamed and her butt felt like Satan had barbequed it.
"D-dean, p-please s-sttttoooppp. It-it hurts. Owwwww." Holly whined feeling like a ten-year-old little girl. Holly cringed slightly. She hated the way she sounded, but the sting was incredible and she just wanted it to end. However, despite Holly's misery Dean did not let up nor did he respond. He simply concentrated on the task before him and continued to smack down his palm on the red behind in front of him being sure to cover every inch of the curvy flesh.
Holly was now sobbing openly tears spilling from her eyes. Dean abruptly stopped and rested his hand on the scorched bottom. "I can continue or you can tell me right now three gun safety rules." Dean's voice was extremely stern and perhaps border-lining on being harsh. Dean waited patiently as Holly tried to gain control of her tears. Holly brushed away her tears with the back of her hand and sniffed as she desperately tried to rack her brain for information. Holly knew them of course, but it was difficult to concentrate with Dean's hand on her fiercely aching bottom ready to strike at any point.
"Uh…um….k-keep finger off the um trigger until ready to fire." Holly stated in an unstable voice. Dean hummed in approval. "And y-you always assume the gun is loaded and um…um…"
Holly tried desperately to remember, but all she could think about was Dean's hand on her throbbing bottom. In desperation Holly blurted out the next thing she could think of.
"…Don't be a stupid little shit like me."
Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say because Dean's hand fell with all fury and fire onto her burning backside moving down to her sit spots and smacking each thigh.
"AHHHHHHHHH! NOOOO! AHHHHH PLEASE! OH GOD STOPPPPPPP!" Holly cried in agony. Dean gave the middle of her bottom one last almighty smack then placed his hand back on Holly's deeply tender flesh.
"Do NOT call yourself stupid, woman. You are not." His voice was severely stern that held an obvious bite of offense like what she said was personally insulting to him which all but confused Holly to no end. "Call yourself stupid one more time I promise, I'll start your spanking all over again." The threat had Holly frozen in fear. There was no way her backside would survive. Holly was confused. Dean was acting like calling herself stupid was just as bad as carelessly handling a firearm. "Now tell me one more gun safety rule or I can continue to spank your stubborn ass."
Holly found herself sobbing once again feeling very sorry about everything, not excluding herself or her bottom. Holly found herself not really believing the fact that she wasn't stupid considering her dumb comment and not being able to say one more gun safety rule which she did honestly know. She did not say anything for a long moment. Holly expected Dean to scold her for taking so long or smack her poor bottom again, but he didn't. He simply waited for her to collect herself again.
"D-Dean I-I'm sorry." Holly finally sobbed out.
"I don't doubt it." Dean graveled out in a deep voice. Not exactly what she'd hoped for and since Dean said nothing else nor did he release her she assumed that he was still waiting for one last gun safety rule. Then it finally clicked. Oh thank all that his holy!
"O-only use a firearm for its in-intended purpose." She said finally regaining some control over her flooding emotions.
"Good. Don't just remember them. Do them, Holly." He said in a firm voice and without warning his hand fell down again on Holly's bottom two more times perhaps to help drive his message home.
"AH! OW!"
Dean looked down at Holly's curvy bottom which slowly unclench and relaxed back to its normal state. It was a bright cherry red and Dean nodded to himself. She was well spanked and no doubt will think twice about her actions next time.
Holly was downright miserable as Dean finally loosened his grip and carefully pulled Holly's underwear back into place. Holly hissed and ow-ed in response as the fabric of her tight navy-blue undies slide over her sore bottom. The pain in her backside was a deep burning ache that sunk into her flesh. She was positive she would not be able to sit. Ever.
Dean grabbed Holly's arm and pulled her up to stand. Holly immediately grabbed her sweatpants that had been kicked off a couple feet away and pulled them up. She looked around quickly and spotted Sam sitting on the trunk of the Impala facing away from them looking at the trees in the distance. Holly was grateful that he had given her some privacy however her cheeks blushed in embarrassment once again even though his eyes were occupied, his ears certainly were not. He definitely heard everything. Holly looked at the ground feeling the hit against her pride as she reached a hand around and rubbed her ill-treated backside.
She hated the fact that Dean always, won over when it came to punishing her. It was like she could never change the bull-headed man's mind. Dean was so unreadable and closed off that it was really frightening to Holly. It was like he was trapped in this mindset that had been relentlessly imparted into him for all his life. It was irreversible. It was a part of Dean and made him the man he was. And no matter how much Holly hated the punishments and the control it took away. She did not hate Dean for it. She did not exactly know why, but she could not deny this annoying affection she had for the man. What the Hell's the matter with her? Holly was confused which seemed to be something she was more than not lately. However, Holly was too tired to think about it. So, she pushed her crazy thoughts out of her mind and slowly lifted her eyes and looked at the stern Hunter who was casually leaning his back against the Impala hands gripping the sides of the metal of the car. He looked at Holly with an intensely ridged expression and Holly immediately cast her eyes back down to the grass underneath her feet.
After a long awkward moment of silence feeling Dean's penetrating stare of you deserved it, Holly couldn't stand it anymore and spoke first.
"Are you waiting for me to thank you?" Holly questioned with miserable sarcasm as she wiped under her eyes to brush away the remaining tears that lingered on her cheeks.
"No." Dean said simply.
Holly looked up at him again with what she thought as was a strong glower, but in all honesty looked like a firm pout of someone who just got spanked. Holly's breath caught in her throat as Dean pushed off the Impala and started to walk towards her with purposeful strides. Once he reached her Holly found herself looking down at his boots feeling wave of vulnerability flood over her closing in on herself slightly. While Holly was resentful about the spanking and her bottom felt like a burning inferno, she felt very guilty about putting her pride over her common sense. However, Holly was more upset about jeopardizing the safety of Sam and Dean by not being fully functional rather than upset because she was not taking care of her well-being. Holly felt Dean's calloused fingers gently enclose around her jaw lifting her head up towards him. Dean's eyes held a deep sternness, but behind them there was a glimmer of something that Holly couldn't quite grasp. Fear? Affection? Confusion? Holly didn't have too much time to ponder it before he spoke.
"You were in no way fit to handle a firearm tonight, Holly." Dean said firmly looking into Holly's eyes and it did not take long before his eyes softened into concern. Holly's eyes were reddened and dark circles stood prominently under her eyes. Her lids drooped and Holly's usual beautiful brown eyes were dulled with a painful need for rest. "You're exhausted." It was a statement that was as true as the day was long and Holly felt a jab of shame build up in her chest. Holly bit her lip as she felt tears begin to form in her eyes once again.
"This should not have happened." Dean stated feeling his frustration build up once again, but not towards Holly, toward himself for not seeing her obvious need for rest. Dean felt guilt wash over him as he kicked himself for not seeing the clear signs or looking close enough to see it in her eyes. If only he had paid more attention to her this whole thing could have been avoided.
"I'm really sorry, Dean. I..I should've just gone to bed. I just…I don't know why. I'm just stupid and stubborn, I guess." Holly said glumly not thinking too much of herself by this point.
"Hey!" Dean voice was sharp and sudden. It made Holly jumped feeling her chest tighten and an arm reach behind her to protect what was most tender at the moment because that's what a spanking does to a girl.
"You're not stupid." Dean stated rather harshly, like she had told him apple pie no longer existed.
"I beg to differ." Holly mumbled not agreeing with Dean one bit as all evidence pointed to the contrary.
"Do you want me to swat that sore butt of yours?" Dean growled giving Holly a challenging look showing every intention of doing so.
Holly's mouth gaped open slightly. No. She most certainly did not. She felt like even one swat would kill her ability to ever sit again. Holly was quick to defend her answer.
"You can't do that! Not because you disagree with me! That's unfair."
Of course, she could have just let it go if she was thinking of her aching backside, but Holly for some reason just never could keep her mouth shut.
"If you want to talk about fair, I could start over and spank your burning backside again like I promised." Dean's voice was stern giving Holly a warning look rising an eye brow at her. Holly's heart dropped into her stomach as she felt herself stop breathing for a moment. She apparently looked terrified because, at seeing this, Dean's face soften a bit. He had no desire to spank her, not to mention poor Holly was at her limit and if he continued it would undoubtably be overdone. "I don't like you calling yourself stupid. Fair or not. I don't want to hear it." Dean said in a calm, but serious firm voice.
"But I was." Holly said miserably not wanting to be dilutional to what had occurred.
"Your actions were stupid, but you, yourself, are not. So don't say it." Dean's eyes gazed at her with warning.
Holly nodded looking down at the grass feeling a slight lump in her throat at Dean's words. She did not know why hearing her call herself stupid bothered him so much, but in some ways, she felt comforted by them and liked the fact that Dean did not think of her as stupid.
Holly reached her hand back to rub her bottom again feeling the heat radiate through her sweatpants. The spanking was really painful and from the way her bottom was aching and burning she could tell Dean did a thorough job.
"My ass hurts." Holly said stating the obvious not caring one bit at this point about being open about just how hard Dean spanked her and she hoped to gain at least an ounce of sympathy from the man responsible for her discomfort.
Not surprisingly Dean didn't look one bit remorseful. In fact, he looked kind of…satisfied? "Good. That was the purpose."
"You're an asshole." Holly growled with resentment feeling upset that Dean did not feel bad for her one bit. How can someone be so heartless? "And you didn't have to pull my pants up my ass crack, that was freaking ridiculous! Was that for your viewing pleasure or was it just because you are a total dickwad?" Holly asked clearly upset about the odd treatment she got during her spanking and wanted an explanation.
Dean rolled his eyes a bit and glared at her clicking his tongue looking like he did not have the slightest desire to explain himself, but with gritted teeth obliged her. "I did that so I could see your ass and make sure that was all I smacked."
"Are you serious?! My ass?! There is no way you can miss it." Holly shot back clearly not satisfied with that answer. Her bottom was not a small target. Although it was not huge per say, but Holly always found herself to thick back there. While she wasn't so sure now. Dean probably smacked it off, at least it felt like it.
Dean leveled his eyes at her feeling his lips curl up slightly. While he could not deny Holly's backside to be beautifully thick and her shape was undoubtably womanly she was not a big girl by any means and his intentions were nothing more than ensuring that he would not miss his target.
"Trust me it can happen. You don't exactly hold still for it. And you never spanked anyone before, so how can you know what is necessary and what is not?" Dean explained shaking his head at her.
"Well by all means turn around and bend over, Dean, we'll rectify that right now. I'm eager to find out if it is necessary or not." Holly said very open to the idea, a hint of revenge glistening in her eyes.
Dean couldn't help but let out a chuckle and a beautiful smile spread across his face. At seeing his eyes sparkly Holly let a smile of her own appear soaking in Dean's happy expression. Living with the Winchesters for quite some time now Holly found that Dean rarely smiled and laughed beyond the surface of his expression that went beyond his outer shell. Of course, he smiles and laughs, but to Holly it always seemed not exceedingly genuine or truly happy. Yet, there were times where his walls would come down and Holly would get a glimpse of his happiness and this was one of those times. Holly's heart swarmed with her own warmness knowing she was the cause. At least she could do something for him.
Dean's eyes cast down to the ground trying to hide his smile. He shook his head and looked up at Holly, his eyes settling on her with an unmistakable glimmer of fondness that he reserved for her. Holly found herself wishing that he would look at her like that more often and almost immediately felt guilt weigh on her heart as she wished she could be different, if only to earn that look of affection instead of a look of sternness that she earns far too often.
"Sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart, but I'm the one who does the spanking." Dean stated with a small smirk raising an amused eyebrow at her teasingly. However, even though Dean was very lighthearted about the statement, Holly had no doubt that he was serious.
Holly looked at him tiredly vexed with dull eyes at his declaration of unfairness and injustice. She clicked her tongue and shook her head. It was like beating a dead horse. He would never wavier and Holly held out little hope to bring him back to sanity. However, there was an uncanny part of her that did not wish him to change because then he would not be Dean anymore. And she…well…she liked Dean the way he was despite his flaws. Her despise of spankings did not deter her from wanting Dean to be any different. It was a conflict within her that made her feel like she was going crazy or at least had excessive difficulty in analyzing things. She did not fully understand her feeling, but despite her confusion on the subject she found herself feeling a warm fondness grow in her heart toward the overprotective Hunter.
Holly sighed deeply thinking about all that had occurred as the events of the afternoon weaved through her mind a strong feeling started to build up inside her along with a realization. She turned up her head towards Dean leveling her eyes at him giving him an intensely serious look.
"I am really sorry for what I did. But I just want you to know that I'm not going to stop wanting to save people. And I'm going to work really hard to do so." Holly stated with upmost gravity. She had every intention to pursue her thoughted purpose and did not much care if Dean agreed or not and no amount of spanking would change that. She was sure of it.
Dean looked down at her with his eyebrows pushed together looking at her for a long moment taking in Holly's words he leveling his gaze on her. His green eyes looked into hers like he was searching for something. Like he was trying to figure her out. After a moment Dean spoke.
"You want to save people? You want to be a weapon against the supernatural? Then you need to take care of yourself or else all those people who you are intending to save will die. You hear me? Because you are ineffective when you're exhausted. Everyone is. Trust me, I know. You can do nothing to help if you are not functioning properly or thinking clearly. You'll make mistakes, just like you did tonight. No matter how good your intentions are, you will lose every time. You got to trust me when I order you to do something, it is for good reason. And if you cannot take care of yourself then I will! Every single time, Holly. You got that, woman?" Dean's voice held such sternness that it made Holly's breath stop in her throat making her legs feel like jelly. Dean's green eyes stared at Holly with such intensity it appeared that he was almost begging her to believe him and trust him. It was surprising how much emotion was in the man's eyes. He wanted to take care of her. Holly was not entirely sure how to feel about it, all she knew was that Dean was expressing his care for her and her heart swell with warmth.
"Yes, sir. I just wanted to…." Holly found herself pausing and tears spring back in her eyes suddenly picturing her sister's beautiful face.
"You cannot save everyone." Dean responded anticipating the rest of her sentence looking at her with sad eyes knowing very well that her sister was on her mind.
"I have to. I don't want this to happen to anyone's sister, like it did to mine. Or anyone's mother, like it did to yours. It…it hurts too much and now that I have the ability and skills to fight back. I want to fight back and I don't mean taking a back seat on this either. I need to fight back." Holly despairingly blinked up at Dean with a single tear sliding down her cheek looking at him like she desperately wanted him to understand. There was a painful sadness that twisted her gut and an everlasting scar on her heart that will never heal. The real reason for her obsession was coming to light.
Dean looked at Holly with a pained expression like what she said hurt him just as much. Dean's face was firm, but there was clear sadness behind his eyes along with what appeared to be frustration almost like he wished to take away her pain, but couldn't. He slowly moved his hand up to her face and with a single calloused finger gently wiped her tear away. His hand lingered by her face for just a moment like he was contemplating touching Holly's cheek, but decided to drop his hand. Holly found herself become disappointed, but did not let the slight jab in her heart linger. Dean's face remained rigid and strong, but his voice was soothingly gentle and his familiar deep tone calmed Holly somewhat. "I understand. Believe me, I understand. More than most people. And I will support you through the Hunts, but I need you to listen to me. I need you to understand that everything I order you to do is not because I want to control you or dominate you. I just want you alive. I want…you to live…." Dean could not finish his statement almost like he was having trouble finding the right words and was quickly embarrassed that he had said what he had. Dean appeared to want to say more, but stopped himself and what Holly thought was blushing was quickly replaced with firmness once again. He looked at her with an unreadable expression. The only thing that was clear was that it was shielded.
Holly was speechless for the moment. He wants me to live? Holly found herself thinking that's not exactly what he meant. Dean was never very good with words and mainly let his actions speak for him. Nevertheless, he was clearly saying that he valued her life apparently greatly enough to give her orders according to his way of thinking. Even though Holly despised being ordered about, she couldn't help feel a welcomed warmth fill her heart. Despite his somewhat odd wording she understood he was expressing his care for her once again.
I want you to live too, Dean.
"Alright." Dean said suddenly. "We need to get to hotel and you are going to bed. " Dean said sternly switching back to Master Drill Sargent. Holly sighed wearily; Dean always seems to break nice moments. Holly did not have the heart or energy to argue, not to mention her bottom would kill her if she did anything to jeopardize it. Besides sleep was sounding most welcome to her tired limbs and heavy mind. Dean turned and walked towards the Impala and Holly followed, somewhat stiffly behind. Dean opened the back door for her jerking his head towards the back seat indicating for Holly to get in the car. Holly scrunched up her face as she looked at the dreaded seats. She subconsciously reached her hand back to her backside. She did not want to sit down.
"Lay down if you want." Dean said guessing her dilemma. With blushing cheeks (both sets) Holly got in and skillfully kept her bottom away from the seat and maneuvered herself to lay on her stomach. She felt foolish, but did not care too much at this point, she was far past embarrassment and her bottom hurt. Once Dean shut the door, Holly watched Sam move from the spot where he was sitting patiently on the trunk of the Impala, to help Dean gather the target equipment. They both seemed to exchanged very few words, but Holly in her embarrassment desired to know if any of those words were about her. After they had finished, without looking at her, Sam got in the passenger side and shut the door staring straight ahead. Holly swallowed the lump forming in her throat perhaps Sam was angry at her still. Dean got in the driver's seat and drove back to the hotel. The ride was silent, no one spoke a word. Luckily, the hotel wasn't far, but Holly passed out almost immediately which is what one would expect for someone who has hardly slept for the past week and has just been well spanked. She awoke to car doors slamming shut. Dean opened the backdoor waiting for her to get out. Holly looked up at him and groaned and reluctantly got out, again careful not to scrap her backside against anything not missing the opportunity to give Dean an accusing look as she slid passed him.
Once inside Holly went straight to the restroom to get washed up and in her pjs. Holly turned her back to the mirror and grabbed ahold of the waistband of her sweatpants. She hesitated for a moment gathering up her courage, she let out a sigh, then with careful precision she slowly revealed her bottom to the mirror allowing her pants and undies to drop to the floor like a puddle at her feet. She looked at her well punished backside shocked at the deep red color that covered her from the top of her bottom all the way down to her upper thighs. It looked like someone had painted her bottom red. Holly was so certain that Dean had left marks or bruises, but there was none. It simply looked like a well spanked bottom.
It was still burning a bit and the ache she was feeling had sunk deeper into her flesh. Holly groaned at the sight of her ill-treated bottom and gritted her teeth in contempt at the man who spanked her. Asshat she thought bitterly. He was certainly thorough and Holly knew she was definitely sleeping on her stomach tonight and she hope with everything she had that she would be able to sit tomorrow. If not, she was most certain that Dean would not get any pleasant interactions from her. You mean pouting. Holly shook her head at her childish and immature thoughts. Although she felt she had every right to pout all things considered. Holly sighed placing both palms on the vanity counter in front of her leaning forward to take a good look at herself in the mirror. She hardly recognized herself, her eyes were swollen and red, the dark circles under her eyes made her look like a racoon and the way her eyes lids dropped down made her look drunk. So, in summary she looked like a drunken racoon with a cherry red backside. Holly shook her head in personal condemnation, no matter what Dean would like to think Holly felt stupid.
There was a brisk knock at the door that made Holly jump with a start.
"You got five minutes Holly. Get moving."
Holly balled up her fist and childishly stuck out her tongue at the door, but other than that did not say a word perhaps thinking of her poor backside. Holly quickly changed into her boxer shorts and black t-shirt and washed up. Once she opened the door, Holly was not surprised that Dean was right outside waiting for her. Holly looked at him and rolled her eyes. Remembering to do something, she walked right pasted Dean and up to Sam who was sitting at the small table. She slowly approached him and bit her lip when he looked at her. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment knowing he undoubtably heard her being spanked, but she didn't let that deter her from giving him the apology he deserved.
"I..um…I'm really sorry about my carelessness and I…" Sam held up his hand to stop her and Holly's breath caught in her throat afraid that perhaps he would lecture or yell or mention the spanking she got in any way.
"It was an accident and it's over. Get some sleep." He said giving her a forgiving smile. Holly sighed and smiled back grateful for the simple reprieve. Why can't it be that simple with Dean? Holly thought sadly.
"Thanks, Sam." And with that Holly turned to go to bed. Dean watched her as she got into bed on her stomach clearly seeing her red thighs displayed prominently below her boxer shorts. Once she was in bed, he went over to turn off the lamp on the side table to get rid of the bright light illuminating over her.
"Wait." Holly said reaching up to stop Dean's hand. Dean stopped and looked down at Holly with a warning look.
"You're going to sleep, Holly." Dean stated firmly giving her a stern look.
"I am. Just…I wanted to say I'm sorry again and…I guess we're just so different." Holly said rather sadly simply letting her tired mind express what it was thinking, not entirely sure what she was trying to say.
"We're not so different, Holly." Dean said seriously his green eyes looking down at her with reassuring affection that sent a small tingle to Holly's heart.
"Now get some sleep before I swat that red butt of yours." That tingle on Holly's heart quickly turned into a tingle on her backside at Dean's threat along with annoyance at his ability to utterly ruin sweet moments with shielded sternness. What a….
"Asshole." Holly grumbled saying exactly what she thought about that comment.
Dean smiled genuinely down at her then turning off the light. "Brat." Was all Holly heard before she settled into a deep much needed sleep.
TBC
Well, I hope you liked that chapter. Let me know what you think.
Question: Can any of you relate to Holly? Is your personality similar or different? (Just simply curious and wanting to know if she is relatable).
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