I am trying to upload this for a second time as it came out very strange the first time with all the formatting on view! Hope it works this time! Thank you so much to all those who read and especially those who reviewed the last chapter. I hope this one doesn't disappoint. Contains spanking for those who need warning! Haven't edited this very well, so I apologise for any typos! Please read and review!

Chapter 7- Knife crime

Charlie had been at school for 3 weeks now and she was mostly loving it. Her favourite things were her new friends, who she had grown to really love and know well over those weeks and Miss Golding, who was a really good teacher. She made learning fun and she was intuitive about her students, being able to encourage those who were less confident and help those with a tendency to take over to learn to respect their fellow students. She was kind but firm and apart from getting into trouble for talking too much with Theo, Leah or one of her other friends a few times, Charlie's behaviour was generally better than average at school as she liked Miss Golding so much that she only wanted to please her.

Her least favourite part of school was Marcy Davenport and her little gang of cronies. Charlie was pleased with herself that she had read her well the first time she met her. She was one of these girls who got away with things because she was pretty and polite in front of the grown-ups, but when it came to other children she was sneaky, manipulative and just plain mean a lot of the time. Once she had realised that she had failed to charm Charlie, she had turned against her and in the past week she had spread lies and rumours around the class about Charlie's family and how her Dad had killed her Mom. Charlie was livid when she heard what she'd been saying. She could only imagine how eager she would be to spread the news if she knew the truth of the situation! Instead Charlie and her friends tried to come up with ways to make Marcy's life more difficult wherever possible.

Theo had become her closest friend, along with Leah, since they came as a pair. Theo was clever, funny and Charlie and he shared a quirkiness which made them firm friends and allies. They spent every recess and lunchbreak together. There was a large Sweet Gum tree in the school yard, which was perfect for climbing and that was where they generally hung out, each taking a branch to lie on as they chatted, joked and laughed. That morning Charlie had managed to 'borrow' one of Sam's knives and sneak it into her school bag, so that they could carve their names and other things into the bark.

'Come on, can't we just try it?!' Theo pleaded with a grin as he finished his initials and handed the knife back to Charlie.

Charlie returned his grin, but shook her head 'No way Theo, we cannot slip a sleeping pill into Marcy's juice and shave her head. First of all, where would we get the pill from? Secondly, how could we shave her head in the middle of the lunch hall without anyone noticing?! We can't exactly drag her body out of there!'

'She's got a point Theo – your idea sucks!' Leah said with a laugh. 'Hey!' she yelled as Theo shoved her with the toe of his sneaker and she nearly lost balance, gripping her branch to stay on.

Theo just grinned 'Well, you guys come up with something then. We can't just let her get away with what she's been saying about Charlie..'

'I know, but we need to do something which will not lead back to us.' Said Leah, who out of the two siblings was often the voice of reason.

'What about if we break all her pencils?' suggested Charlie.

'Lame!' scoffed Theo with a look of disgust on his face. Charlie frowned at him.

'We could slit the bottom of her backpack so that all her books fall out when she picks it up?' Charlie tried again.

Leah shrugged 'Well, its's a start and we have the right tools for it, we would just need to get to her bag without her noticing.'

'Still think it's lame.' Complained Theo, 'The head shaving would be much cooler!'

Charlie glared at him 'Well it's the best idea we've come up with that's actually realistic, so unless you think of something we can really do and not just in your warped imagination, then I say we try this.'

Theo stuck his tongue out at Charlie but couldn't help smiling and Charlie smiled back. 'Okay, this afternoon?' he suggested.

'If we get the chance. I'll keep the knife in my pocket so I can do it quickly.' Charlie said, feeling excited and a little bit nervous about the plan.

As it turned out, she didn't need to be. It was easier than they thought it would be. When they went back to their class Miss Golding told them they were going into the hall that afternoon to play some games. So, once they were all changed into their sports kit, leaving their bags behind by their desks, they made their way to the hall. After a few moments Charlie said she needed the bathroom and nipped back to the classroom, grabbing the knife from her skirt pocket. The knife was sharp and it was easy to make a clean slit in Marcy's leather backpack, so if you looked at the bag you wouldn't notice. Charlie grinned to herself, returning the knife to her bag and going back to the hall. She caught Theo and Leah's eye and winked to let them know all had gone to plan.

In fact the plan went spectacularly well, with just the kind of dramatic response from Marcy they had been hoping for. On returning to the classroom everyone changed back into their clothes and then the bell rang for home time. With their desks towards the back of the classroom Charlie, Theo and Leah were perfectly placed to observe as Marcy picked up her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder, only for its entire contents to come tumbling out onto the floor. Marcy screeched.

'My bag! What has happened to my bag!' and she began to scrabble around collecting up all her books and pencils, which had distributed themselves across the floor.

'Oh dear.' Remarked Miss Golding. 'What's happened Marcy. Did your strap break?' and she began to help the girl gather her things.

Marcy pulled the bag off of her shoulder and examined it more closely. 'No! Somebody made a hole in it.' She spluttered indignantly.

'Are you sure Dear? Maybe it just split.' Miss Golding suggested gently, being aware of Marcy's propensity for drama.

Marcy now had tears trickling down her cheeks 'No, look, somebody cut it I'm sure. Daddy bought me this bag from a business trip in Barcelona, I'll never get another one the same.' She wailed.

Charlie felt a little bit guilty until she remembered all those horrible things that Marcy had said about her and that she had said and done to others. She deserved a bit of comeuppance and it was just a bag. She couldn't help a grin at the success of their little prank.

'Marcy, you can't go blaming other people, perhaps the stitching just went. Maybe your Mom can fix it.' Miss Golding tried to reassure.

Marcy looked again at the bag and could clearly see the leather had been cut, it wasn't the seam and it wasn't an accident. Her face got red as anger overtook her. She thrust the bag towards Miss Golding.

'Somebody cut it Miss Golding, Look!' she insisted. Miss Golding took the bag and could see to her surprise that the girl was right.

'Oh dear. We'll have to get to the bottom of this. That was a very unkind thing to do.'

Charlie, Theo and Leah were watching on, as were the rest of the class, but they were the only three with big grins on their faces. Marcy looked straight at them and she knew right away who the culprit was and she was furious.

'I know who it was Miss Golding, it was Charlie, Theo and Leah. They have always had it in for me and now they've done this.' She said making herself out to be the victim and forcing out a few more tears.

'Now, Dear you can't go around blaming others without any facts. You don't know it was them.'

'Yes, I do! They're laughing. I know it was them.'

'We're not laughing Maam.' Leah complained.

'Okay, could everybody please sit back in your places. This is very serious. I will not have people destroying other people's property and playing nasty pranks on each other in this class. I'm afraid I'm going to have to have a look in all your bags because whoever did this must have had a sharp implement to do it and it might still be with them.'

Everybody groaned and sat down. It has home time and everyone just wanted to leave. Charlie's heart was pounding. The knife was in her bag and unless someone else had a knife on them, which was unlikely, it was going to be pretty obvious who the culprit was and she wouldn't have let someone else take the flak anyway. 'How stupid!' She thought to herself. Of course, they weren't just going to get away with this, it would be obvious someone had cut the bag and they would want to find out who. If only she had thought of hiding the knife somewhere less obvious than her own bag! She glanced at Theo, who was also looking pale and nervous and he just gave her a wide-eyed look. 'Sorry!' he mouthed to Charlie.

Charlie shook her head 'Not your fault.' She mouthed back. Then she did the only thing she could think of doing at that point. She raised her hand. Miss Golding was just checking Ben Corbin's bag in the front of the class and she looked over to Charlie.

'Yes Charlie?' she asked.

Charlie's face turned bright red and she stood up, gulping down the lump of fear in her throat. 'It was me Miss Golding. I did it.' She confessed. She retrieved the knife from her bag and held it up to show Miss Golding and then looked down at her hands, not wanting to see the disapproval of the teacher she liked so much.

'See! I knew it!' Marcy said triumphantly, 'She's always had it in for me Miss Golding, she's always saying mean things about me and picking on me.'

'That's not true!' Charlie exclaimed, piqued by the injustice of it all. All the things that Marcy had been saying and doing to her this past week or so and yet Charlie was the one getting into trouble for her one prank. Admittedly it hadn't been a very good idea or a nice thing to do, but in her opinion Marcy deserved that and more and she wasn't going to stand there and let her tell lies about her to Miss Golding. 'I did the bag Maam, but nothing else. It's Marcy who's been saying mean things about me.' Charlie looked up at Miss Golding, her heart sinking at the disappointment she saw on her face.

'Okay girls, I think we need to sort this out, there's obviously more to this than meets the eye. Class, everybody else can go home. Marcy and Charlie, you stay behind and we'll get your parents to come and talk with us about what's been going on.' Charlie's heart sunk even further. What were Dean and Sam going to say? They would not be happy and that was an understatement.

'Miss Golding, it was my idea too.' Theo piped up. 'Not just Charlie's. It's true what she said, Marcy has been saying mean things about her.'

Charlie felt a wave of gratitude sweep over her at her friend's loyalty and courage. As Miss Golding's gaze swept away from him back to Charlie she saw him indicate frantically for Leah to stay seated. There was no need for her to get herself into trouble as well.

'Well, thank you for speaking up Theo. I'll talk to you tomorrow about your involvement, but since Charlie is the one with the knife and the one who cut the bag, I need to speak to her and her father first. And as there are obviously two sides to this story I will also speak to Marcy's parents. For now, you and Leah can go Theo.'

Theo nodded and somewhat reluctantly hauled his bag up onto his shoulder and gave Charlie an apologetic look as he left the classroom, followed by his sister. They felt terrible leaving Charlie to take all the punishment for what had been a joint prank, but there was nothing else they could do. Charlie managed a small smile in an attempt to reassure them that she didn't blame them.

'Okay girls, I need to go and speak to Principal Hargreaves about all this, so follow me. I'll also get Miss Winters to call your parents. How are you getting home today?' she asked as they made their way along the corridor to the office.

'My Dad is picking me up.' Charlie said, her heart fluttering and her stomach churning at the thought of Dean's reaction to her being in trouble. He was always keen for her to stay under the radar, to not draw attention to herself, since the paperwork making her his daughter was not exactly bona fide and the last thing they needed was to get any extra attention from the school, or worse from child protective services.

'Okay, well Miss Winters will call his cell phone and he can come and meet you at the Principal's Office, instead of collecting you out the front of school. What about you Marcy?'

'Daddy is away, Mom is busy, so I was getting the bus home.'

'Okay, well Miss Winters will call your mother and she will have to come and collect you.'

Marcy folded her arms over her chest. 'She won't come.'

'Well, she will have to Marcy.'

'She's getting her hair done. She won't be finished till 5.00.'

'Well, you'll have to wait for her then.'

'It's not fair Miss Golding, I didn't do anything.' Marcy complained again as they reached the reception area.

'It sounds like there are a few problems to work out between you and Miss Winchester, so we will talk about it with Principal Hargreaves.'

Marcy pouted, but she didn't say any more. Miss Golding took them through to the seating area between Miss Winters office and Principal Hargreaves office and indicated for them to sit down on the chairs. Miss Golding went off to speak to Miss Winters and Marcy took the opportunity to vent some of her anger to Charlie.

'You just wait Charlie, I'll get you back for this.' She snarled in a whisper.

Charlie just stared back at her, feigning disinterest, although her heart was actually beating nineteen to the dozen and she was scared. Not so much scared of Marcy though, more of being in trouble with Principal Hargreaves, who she really liked and respected and also of letting Dean and Sam down. She knew they would be really angry and disappointed and that thought almost made her physically sick.

Miss Golding soon came back and escorted them to Principal Hargreave's office, rapping firmly on the door. As they were waiting for a reply Charlie heard some familiar heavy booted footsteps and a gruff voice talking to Miss Winters and then Dean was ushered in. Charlie avoided making eye contact as he came and stood next to her.

'What's going on?' he asked in his deep voice and Charlie could hear a hint of anger underneath.

'Hello Mr Winchester, thank you for coming in. There was an incident this afternoon involving Charlie and Marcy. If you'd like to come into Principal Hargreave's office I am hoping we can get to the bottom of it.'

'Okay Maam.'

Miss Golding pushed the door open, having been called in by Principal Hargreaves and they all filed into his office. Charlie chanced a glance up at Dean's face as they moved into the office and almost started crying at the stern look he was giving her. Principal Hargreaves was his usual jovial self, but serious with it.

'Come in girls, Miss Golding, Mr Winchester. Do take a seat. Girls you'll have to stand.' There were only 2 chairs in front of the desk where Principal Hargreaves sat, so the two adults sat, while Charlie stood to the side of Dean and Marcy on the opposite side, next to Miss Golding.

'So, Miss Golding, please can you explain what's been going on this afternoon.'

'Well, when Marcy was about to leave at home time today she discovered that somebody had deliberately cut the bottom of her backpack so that all the books fell out and her bag is ruined.' Charlie felt Dean tense up beside her, as he jumped to the obvious and correct conclusion that it must have been Charlie who had done the deed.

'Charlie admitted that it was her who had cut the bag and showed me the knife she had used to do it. However, it seems there have been other incidents which led up to her cutting the bag and I think we need to find out what's been going on to avoid any more problems.' Miss Golding explained.

'I agree.' Said Principal Hargreaves. 'Now, Charlie. It was obviously the wrong thing for you to damage Miss Davenport's bag and also to have a knife with you in school. But I would like to hear your explanation and the reason you think you have for behaving like this.' He spoke gravely but calmly and Charlie was reassured that he would actually listen to what she had to say, even if he wouldn't accept that as an excuse for doing what she did.

'You see Marcy has been spreading mean lies about me…' Charlie began.

'I have not!' Marcy protested before Miss Golding shushed her.

'You will get your chance to speak Miss Davenport.' Principal Hargreaves said firmly 'Carry on Miss Winchester.'

'So, Marcy has been telling everyone that my Dad killed my Mom and that's why I don't have a Mom and why we had to move here.'

Principal Hargreaves looked shocked and glanced over to Marcy, who was not making eye contact.

'Your turn Miss Davenport, is this true?'

'No!' she exclaimed 'She's lying. I'm always nice to her, she just doesn't like me…'

'Actually, Theo Gordon did back Charlie up, he said that Marcy had been saying mean things about Charlie.' Miss Golding added.

'I see.' Said Principal Hargreaves. He had a lot of experience with children over the years and he had met many children like Marcy Davenport, who would lie and manipulate, not caring as long as they came out on top. He could tell Charlie was different and he knew who was telling the truth, even if he could not prove it.

'So Charlie, how does this explain how you came to be in the possession of a knife and have the idea to cut Miss Davenport's bag?'

Dean grunted 'Yeah, I'd like to know that too Charlie, how come you had a knife?'

Charlie cleared her throat and twisted her feet on the floor nervously, avoiding eye contact with Dean. 'I took the knife from Sam's desk drawer. It was just for carving our names on the tree, but then we wanted to do something to Marcy because of all the mean things she said about me, but also the mean things she does to other kids in the class. She's always saying bad things and making trouble for others. We just wanted her to see how it feels. So, we came up with the idea of cutting her bag to make all her things fall out. It was kind of a joke.'

'When you say 'we'..?' Principal Hargreaves asked.

Charlie inwardly cursed herself for bringing her friends into this by not thinking, 'I mean 'I'.' she corrected.

'Theo did admit he was in on the plan.' Miss Golding explained. 'I suspect Leah Gordon was as well.'

'Yes, I expect so.' The principal agreed. 'Okay so, although I do understand and I do believe you about what Miss Davenport has been saying and doing, that does not in any way justify your actions today Miss Winchester.' His eyes burned into Charlie. He may be a gentle and kind man, but his gaze was anything but when admonishing a student. 'It is never allowed for a student to bring a knife into school. You could injure yourself or others inadvertently. It is also never allowed for one student to damage the property of another. That is not acceptable, however provoked you may have been. If another student is being mean you talk to a teacher or you come to me.' Charlie's face reddened even further.

'Yes Sir.' She said 'I'm sorry.'

'Thank you, Charlie, I know you are. I would like you to apologise to Marcy for damaging her bag and you will pay for a new bag. You will write an essay about knives and why they are dangerous. 1,000 words at least, to be on my desk by the end of the week. You will also have detention at recess for the next week. Is that all understood Miss Winchester?'

Charlie nodded. 'Answer him verbally.' Dean reminded her gruffly.

'Yes, I understand Principal Hargreaves.' Biting her lip, she thought she'd better get the worst part of the punishment out of the way straight off. 'Marcy, I'm sorry for damaging your bag.' She said as sincerely as she could, making eye contact with the pretty blonde girl, who she truly despised. Marcy gave her a false smile in return.

'My bag is from Barcelona, she can't replace it.' Marcy said smugly.

'I will ask your father how much Miss Winchester needs to pay to recompense you, don't worry Miss Davenport. I think your Mother is on her way and then I will be able to explain the situation to her and to discuss your own punishment.'

'But…' scoffed Marcy indignantly, but was cut off by Principal Hargreaves.

'Thank you girls, you may leave now. Marcy, you can wait outside the office till your mother arrives. I will just have a little chat with Miss Golding. Thank you for your time Mr Winchester, hopefully the next time we meet will be under better circumstances.' Principal Hargreaves said with a warm smile, standing up to shake Dean's hand.

'I sure hope so. I'm sorry for what Charlie did, be assured I will be talking to her about it.' Dean replied, liking the little man, despite his overriding feeling of anger at Charlie right then.

'Thank you, Mr Winchester, I know you will.'

'If only talking was all he was going to do.' Charlie thought to herself. She had a very strong feeling that Dean's hand and her butt would have a large part to play in the 'conversation'. Dean grabbed her hand as they walked out of the office and she could almost feel his anger buzzing through his body. She just had time for one last glare at Marcy before she was dragged away from the reception and out of the glass doors.

'I'm sorry Dean.' She said in a small voice, as soon as they were out.

'Stop talking, I don't want to hear it. I am so mad right now I might say or do something I regret. If you want to survive the journey home with the ability to sit, then I would shut my mouth if I were you.'

Charlie didn't need telling twice. She clamped her mouth firmly shut and followed meekly behind Dean, practically having to run to keep up with his angry pace. He opened the rear door of the Impala and she climbed in, squeaking as Dean took the opportunity to land one, smart swat to her rear. Charlie wasn't surprised but the sting was sharp and tears sprung to her eyes. They drove home in silence and Dean didn't even put his music on, which was a sure sign of his fury. He drove at breakneck speed, only slowing once he reached the tunnels of the bunker and carefully parking Baby next to a blue Pontiac. Charlie had spent the entire journey trying to think of anything to say to make things better for herself, but she had come up with a blank. As Dean brought the Impala to a stop she tensed even further in anticipation of what was to come.

'Out you get!' Dean commanded as he glanced at her in the rear-view mirror and opened his own door to get out. Charlie quickly obeyed scrambling out and shutting the door carefully behind her. She threw her backpack over her shoulder and sniffled back some errant tears as she followed Dean who went straight to the library, where Sam turned from his usual position at the laptop, to greet them.

'Hi guys, you're late.' Then noticing Charlie's tears 'Hey, Charlie is everything okay, what's up?' He stood to draw her into a hug, but Dean's voice stopped him.

'She's in trouble, that's what. Don't mollycoddle her Sam. Charlie go to your room and wait for me.' Charlie fled the room with a sob, after briefly glimpsing the look of surprise on Sam's face.

'Hey Dean, calm down, what happened?' he asked turning to his angry brother, who proceeded to explain the situation.

Charlie flung herself on her bed, no longer able to control her tears. She was crying out of worry at what Dean was about to do, out of delayed fear for being sent to the Principal's office, out of anger for the trouble that that awful girl Marcy had got her into and out of sorrow for letting Dean and Sam down, as well as Miss Golding. She felt dreadful and in one way she didn't care if Dean did spank her because she didn't think she could actually feel any worse anyway. She hoped that Marcy was getting into trouble for what she had said, at least Principal Hargreaves did seem to believe her. She was pretty sure though that Marcy would not be getting the same reception as her at home. She got the impression that Marcy's parents were too busy to care too much about what Marcy was up to. Maybe that was why she was such a bitch. Nobody loved her very much, despite the nice clothes and the bag from Barcelona. Charlie was jolted out of her thoughts by a sharp rap on the door.

She rolled over and sat up on her bed as Dean pushed her door open and was followed by Sam, who looked uncharacteristically stern and whose arms folded tightly across his chest, mirrored Dean's. Charlie swallowed and wiped her cheeks with her hands, not wanting to show them she'd been crying, although it was pretty obvious.

'Well Little Girl, we are both extremely disappointed in you.' Dean began and the lump immediately returned to Charlie's throat. She nodded in acknowledgement of what he had said. 'Sam, do you want to talk about the knife?'

Charlie blushed and looked over to Sam, realising that taking his knife was a direct offence against him. He looked sterner than she had ever seen him.

'Charlie, what have I told you about any weapons here in the bunker?'

'Not to touch them.' She muttered.

'Talk properly!' Dean commanded. He was not in the mood to let her get away with anything.

'You said not to touch them.' Charlie repeated.

'Why?'

'Because they are dangerous and I could hurt myself.'

'Or even kill yourself Charlie, you do realise that?'

Charlie nodded as a couple of tears escaped her eyes unbidden.

'Pardon?!' Dean growled, reminding her of the need for a verbal response, which he always insisted upon when she was in trouble.

'Yes Sam.'

'So why did you think it was okay to take one of my knives?' Sam said, his voice rising slightly, as he thought of what could have happened if she had handled it wrong.

'Sorry Sam, I just wanted it to carve our names on the tree at school. It wasn't to hurt anyone….' Charlie began.

'I don't care!' He yelled, making Charlie jump and her breath catch in her throat. Dean was the one for yelling, not Sammy. She knew she must really be in deep if Sam was yelling too. 'Don't touch means don't touch,I don't care if you need to perform a tracheotomy- you never touch the weapons unless we say you can and one of us is with you, got it?'

'Yes Sam.' Charlie replied trying to control her wobbling lip.

'This is not news to you Charlie, I already told you this and yet you completely ignored me and took the knife anyway. You not only stole it but you took it to school where it could have hurt not just you, but any of the other kids, that's not okay.'

'I didn't think about that Sammy, I'm sorry, really.' Charlie pleaded through her tears, she hated Sammy being this mad at her. 'I promise I will never do it again.'

'Too right you won't. I want you to write me 200 lines 'I will not touch any weapons and I will not put other people in danger.'

'But I already got an essay to write for Principal Hargreaves, I guess Dean didn't tell you..'

'Yes he told me.' Sam said, unmoved.

'Oh.'

'Consider yourself lucky, anything like this happens again, you'll be going over my knee before you go over Dean's.'

Charlie blushed and nodded, averting her eyes for a moment and then looking up as Sam moved towards the door. 'I'll leave you to it.' He said to Dean giving Charlie a small nod before leaving and closing the door behind him.

'Okay Kiddo, I think you know what you did to that girl today was wrong, am I right?'

Charlie's heart felt a bit lighter at Dean's tone. He was calling her Kiddo, which meant he maybe didn't completely hate her and he wasn't yelling any more.

'Yes Dean, I know it was stupid.' She admitted.

'I get that she was being a jerk to you and what she said was totally out of line, but you never take things into your own hands like that. Something like that happens again, you tell me or Sammy and we take it to the teacher or you tell the teacher straight out. We didn't know this was going on, why didn't you tell us?'

Charlie shrugged. She honestly didn't know why she hadn't told them. They were dealing with more important life-changing, even world-changing stuff. Basically, she thought that she and her friends could handle it. 'I don't know Dean, I thought I could sort it out myself. I didn't want to bother you and Sam.' Charlie looked down at her feet feeing ashamed at her stupidity. Sometimes despite her big brain she could be really dumb.

'Hey.' Dean said lifting her chin with his hand. 'If it's about you it's never a bother, understand? We want to help you if you need it and we want to know if something like this is going on. Next time talk to us before going and doing something so dumb.'

Charlie gave a small smile. Even when he was being firm Dean still somehow managed to be reassuring. 'You are not going to make a habit of pulling stupid stunts like this. If I ever have to be called in to see the principal again for something so dumb you won't be able to sit for a week…as it is you'll probably find it pretty uncomfortable tonight and tomorrow.'

'Deaaaann!' Charlie whined embarrassed at the mention of her spanking.

'Well you can't say you haven't earned it Kiddo. Shall we get this show on the road?'

'Dean, do you have to? I promise I will never do anything like this at school again. I know it was stupid and I've learned my lesson.' Charlie pleaded giving Dean her full-on doe eyes.

'Nice try Sweetheart, but you've got it coming and I ain't gonna let you get away with it that easy.' Charlie gave a shuddering sigh, but Dean ignored her as he pulled out her desk chair into the middle of the room and sat down. He raised his eyebrows at Charlie indicating that she could come to him. Charlie just whined and fidgeted on the bed.

Dean's face hardened. 'Charlie, get your little ass over here now or I'll be adding more swats.' Charlie jumped up in alarm, that was the last thing she wanted. She went and stood beside Dean looking down at her hands. She hated this. 'Okay Charlie, why are we doing this?' Dean asked.

'Because I pulled a stupid prank and got in trouble at school and I didn't tell you or Sammy about what Marcy was saying.'

'And?' Dean prompted.

Charlie looked confused for a moment then realised what Dean was getting at. 'Oh yeah and I took a knife.'

Dean nodded, satisfied that she understood why she was getting punished. Without further warning he pulled her over his lap so that her hair was grazing the floor and she held on to the chair legs to avoid slipping off. Dean lifted her skirt and after a second's hesitation quickly yanked down her leggings and underwear too, so for the first time she was bare.

Charlie gasped in surprise. She wasn't more embarrassed than she would be with her real Dad, but she was surprised as Dean had always at least left her underwear in place before. 'Dean…' she whimpered.

'After that long list of misdemeanours I think you've more than earned this, don't you, little girl?'

Charlie slumped in resignation 'Yes Dean.' She murmured. Maybe she had earned it, but she wasn't happy about it.

'Okay then, 20.' Was all Dean said before he laid down the first stinging swat. Charlie couldn't help but give a yelp as she felt the sharp pain much more keenly than usual on her bare skin and the sound was much worse too. Dean didn't give her too much time to dwell on it though as he brought his hand down quickly, alternating from cheek to cheek and distributing the strikes from the top of her cheeks to the top of her thighs. Charlie could feel the burn growing as Dean reached 12 and she cried out pitifully, trying to push herself up. 'Ow Dean, no more!...'

'Stay still!' He said gruffly and put a firm hand on her back to hold her in place. He hated when she begged him to stop, but he had to harden his heart and finish what he started if he was going to get the message through. He almost stopped when she began to sob loudly, but steeled himself to finish, although the final few swats were probably softer than originally planned. Charlie stayed over his lap while he pulled her underwear and leggings gently back in place. Her sobs died down to sniffles and then shudders and she allowed Dean to lift her up onto his lap, with her bottom dangling between his thighs. She held onto him shoving her face into his shoulder and grasping her small arms around his neck as he gently rubbed her back and made soothing sounds, reassuring her it was all over and everything was forgiven. She sighed heavily and relaxed against him, almost falling asleep.

'Okay Sweetie, don't go to sleep just yet. I'm going to make some dinner while you make a start on that essay for Principal Hargreaves, or you could do some of your lines.' Dean smirked. Charlie groaned and clung on tighter.

'Uh-uh. None of that, you've got work to do.' Dean smiled tickling her sides, which made her loosen her fingers and standing her up. She winced slightly as her leggings and underwear chaffed her butt.

'Do I have to?' She whined 'I'm sleepy and I don't want to sit on a chair, my butt hurts.'

'I'm sure.' Dean smirked. 'Here.' He said handing her a pillow off her bed 'this should help. Come on out to the library and I'm sure Sam will let you use his laptop.'

Charlie sighed and hugged the pillow to her, following Dean. Sam was sat in an armchair predictably reading a lore book. He looked at Charlie. 'Okay Honey?'

Charlie smiled, relieved that he no longer seemed to be angry and her soft and gentle Sammy was back. 'Kind of.' She pouted and blushed. 'My butt hurts.'

Sam laughed. 'Hey!' Charlie exclaimed 'it's not funny!'

'Sorry Sweetie, it's just your face! and honestly if your butt doesn't hurt then Dean didn't do his job right.'

She put her pillow on a chair and huffed pointedly turning her back on him as she sat in front of the laptop. Sam smirked but stood up and hugged Charlie from behind, kissing the top of her head. 'Sorry. You deserved it….' Charlie frowned..'but I know it hurts. It will feel better tomorrow. Try and get some of your essay done and when all your punishments are through we can put this behind us.'

'Okay Sammy. Can I use the laptop?'

'Of course, only for researching your essay though. You're grounded from Netflix and computer games for the next week.' Sam added in passing.

Charlie groaned again. She would definitely think twice about pulling another stunt like the one she had today if this was what it was going to be like. The punishments were piling up!

'Look on the bright side, it will give you more time to write your essay and do your lines.' Dean added with a smirk as he came in on the tail end of the conversation.

'Sometimes I hate you two!' Charlie complained.

They laughed and she couldn't help a smile. Yes they were hard asses when it came to doling out punishments, but she knew that they loved her and gave a damn about her life. That was worth a lot. She almost felt sorry for Marcy…..but not quite.