update! Here is the Sam/Emily chapter, I was going to attempt to get both spankings into one chapter but I wouldn't have been able to publish it until next week, so I'm splitting it into two. Here's the warning for those that don't like the spanking chapters. Enjoy!
"Sam," Emily's voice hitched slightly as he continued to lead her down the hallway and towards his room, while she knew the spanking she had coming should've made her the most nervous, that wasn't what her protests were about this time, no, she knew she had it coming the second she'd agreed to help Claire escape. "Sam you can't let Dean spank her, you can't! Claire will murder him, Sam, you know this is going to be a bad idea, you know she's not just gonna let him spank her. Spank her instead, Sam, please?"
Sam had shut the door of his room, leaving Emily to plead her case in the middle of his tidy floor as he finally turned to her, went to sit on his bed and beckoned her forward so that they were face to face. "Oh yeah, Em? You want me to spank her first? Why? Because I'm the nice guy? Because I'm going to be a lot easier on her then Dean is? Because I'm not so mean?" Sam's voice was hard, stern, his face was too and Emily gulped, suddenly realizing that she was, in fact, worrying about the wrong thing. "You see, I think that's the real problem, Emily Parker. I think that I'm too nice, I'm too easy on you. You've gotten so used to this that it doesn't even phase you anymore, you're over here worrying about your friend getting a well deserved butt blistering from Dean, thinking that old Sammy is gonna be the easier one."
Emily was frozen in place as he spoke, she had never heard him talk this way before and it was scary to listen to, so unlike Gentle Giant Sam that, in a moment of guilt, she realized he was absolutely right. Sam's spankings were nothing to laugh at, no, they were always hard and right to the point, but she didn't fear them as much as Dean's. Dean was volatile, he had a temper that was only rivaled by her own, he spanked long and hard and until he was certain the lesson had been learned, not a moment more or less. Sam had always been the methodical one. Emily was sure he decided before a spanking exactly how many swats there would be, exactly what implement he would use, exactly how long it would go for. There was a ritual and routine to him that was lacking with Dean, and his spankings were almost comforting in that respect, she knew when they would end and she could focus on that.
Sam's fingers had found her hips and he tugged her joggers down, so they pooled at her feet, his eyes not leaving hers as he did so. There was nothing sexually charged between them in the motion, not the way she could always sense underneath Dean, but the movement still made her blush and she looked down, ashamed. "That ends right here, right now, and for the rest of this week while we impress upon you girls the importance of the Hunter's Code. The importance of trust, obedience, and honesty. Claire is in the wrong, Emily, I'd volunteer that between the two of you, she's in much more trouble even, but your actions were wrong in a way that hers' weren't," he paused, using the lecture to guide her over his right knee, his left leg locking over her ankles to keep her prone, a position she'd been in with Dean…but not Sam. Even with her scrappy lace panties on, she felt much more exposed in this position and she had to fight the urge not to reach back and cover herself as Sam continued his speech, "because you know better. You've been punished for the exact stunt that she pulled. Claire may have thought she'd get away with it because she's been hunting for a lot longer then you have, but you could've stopped her from doing this and you didn't. I'd say that's lying by omission, wouldn't you?"
Sam's large hand was resting on one cheek and she could feel the warning there even though it wasn't there and the spanking hadn't even started. Sam didn't respond again, he just raised his hand and brought it smartly down right in the middle of her right cheek, the loud CLAP reverberating through the room. She flinched and tried to stay still, her hands gripping the duvet on his bed tightly. He began in earnest, his hand going back and forth straying from his normal, uniform pattern. He'd started out lightly, not striking as hard and fast as was his usual, taking his time to make sure every inch of her butt and upper thighs were covered, before his pace picked up and his swats became harder. "Hey!" She squeaked out, realizing that this was feeling a lot more like a "Dean spanking" then it was a "Sam spanking."
Sam didn't stop, he continued the barrage of swats that was quickly making the little girl across his knee begin to squirm. "What? This not working for you?" His voice held a slight sneer that was so unusual for him, that even he seemed to realize it as he softened his tone and paused for a second, the heat radiating on his hand as he rested it on her flesh again. Emily was crying quietly, though her body stilled when he stopped, even though they both knew this was far from over. "I'm angry, Emily. I don't think I have ever felt that way before except for two times in my life….when Jess died, and when my father disappeared. Not only could we have lost Claire, but we could've lost you too. I don't think you understand how much you mean to us, Em, risking yourself like that isn't something we ever want to see again. Dean and I have lost so, so much in our lives, in this life. You didn't think about that when you went right into Ezreil's trap, and you didn't think about it when you gave Claire the tools to walk there either."
Sam's fingers gripped the top of her panties and he peeled them down, revealing the shining pink skin they'd previously been covering and then he resumed the spanking, letting Emily deal with the emotions of his lecture and continue to cry into the blanket below her. Emily was miserable, it didn't matter how many times she'd been spanked, didn't matter how many lectures she sat through, it never sucked less when the time came to pay the piper. She buried her face in Sam's blanket again, inhaling the scent of plain Tide that they washed all their clothes in, trying to pace her breathing even as she felt like her butt was on fire as swat after swat rained down. Her legs had begun to kick involuntarily, straining against his ankle that was holding her down and it didn't escape his notice, although he could feel his resolve waning a bit. He really didn't want to spank her, or anyone for that matter, but damnit if it wasn't effective on the girl. Still, hearing her cry was one of the worst things he'd had endure since she'd moved in and he wanted to get this over with. It'd been a good six minutes straight of hand spanking, her butt was hot and glowing, and he stopped again, resting his hand once more on one cheek as he took a deep breath to steel himself for the next part of this. Dean had talked him through it, coached him a bit and told him to practice on a pillow if he was nervous, which had seemed so stupid at the time but now Sam was wishing he had a little more confidence then he was feeling at the moment.
Fake it until you make it.
"Okay Em, this part's over. You're warmed up enough." It'd be the same as a paddle, but to Sam it was so much more personal, because it had been his dad's go to. He helped Emily to her feet and then reached for his pillow and replaced it where he'd just been sitting. He didn't let Emily have time to process or protest as he pushed her firmly over the cushion and his hand came to the buckle of his belt, beginning to undo it. Emily must've heard and recognized the sound because she began to cry bitterly again, her hands balling into the now messy duvet cover. "I don't like doing this, Emily."
The belt felt heavy in his hand, so different from a paddle or brush, and he knew he had to start before he lost his nerve and let her off easy. No, she deserved this. "But I will, every time, until you get it into your head that you're family and you're stuck with us."
The belt fell across both cheeks with a resounding CRACK and they both flinched at the sound, before Emily began to cry in earnest. The first swat out of the way, he fell into a rhythm, bringing the worn leather up and down over her swollen butt, leaving heavy, pretty stripes behind its' wake. He had debated making her count, but Dean had persuaded him against it, telling him it was easier to not have a beginning and end, but harder on her not knowing when it'd end. Indeed, she was kicking and bucking as he swung, he had to eventually put a hand down on her back to keep her in place, not losing his momentum as he did so. This was definitely effective. Emily was howling and pleading, and after three minutes of belting her, his arm was getting tired and she was starting to wane too, the kicking stopped and she lay limply across the pillow. Her bottom was a deep, dark red but not bruised, the precise reason the boys had decided on the belt first. The finale would be the wood. This was the warmup. He tossed his belt aside and took a deep breath, feeling more glad that the spanking was over then he ever had before. The hardest part was done, starting it, now they just had to finish it. He helped Emily stand and pull her clothes back on, then he gathered Emily into his arms and let her cry into his shirt until she was spent, and then he led her quietly out of his room and down to her own. They could still hear Dean talking in the front room, and the unmistakable sound of a smack along with it, and Emily cringed.
"Hey, she deserves it." Sam said firmly, his resolve hardening again. If anyone deserved it, it was Claire, even though it still tugged at his heart knowing she was in pain.
"I know," Emily's voice was tired, too tired to argue and she allowed Sam to tuck her into bed, falling asleep almost as soon as her head had hit the pillow.