AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi all, I'm baaaaack! I missed you! I'm so sorry I stopped writing, I had a lot of changes going on over the past year- children graduating, going away to college, broken toe that necessitated me wearing a surgical boot for 2 months, etc. etc. But I'm finally in a place where I feel like I can write again! Thank you for all the messages of support that you sent me over the months and thanks for sticking with me! And I couldn't have gotten here without the support, suggestions, and beta-ing of Edge_of_Clairvoyance and Redheadlass, so thanks and much love to them!

Aly is 9 years old, Sam is 17 years old, and Dean is 21 years old.

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I scootched down under the covers, turning toward the wall so that the light from the lamp next to my bed would fall over my shoulder onto the book in my hands. I was excited to get back to the world of 'The Rainbow Club'- it was a series about a group of girls who found a magic door in the woods and went into Fairyland. Dean scoffed about it, saying that there were lots of other things that lived in the woods, but Sam said it was good for me to read chapter books.

One thing I had noticed about this house we were currently living in was that the doors were quiet- the hinges didn't squeak and the doorknobs didn't rattle at all, so someone could come into the room without you realizing it- which is exactly what happened.

All of a sudden there was a hand pulling my covers down. I gave a startled shriek and rolled onto my back.

Dean stood next to the bed, glaring down at me. "Again? I told you to go to bed."

"I am in bed!" I said hotly.

You know dam–darn well, little girl, that going to bed means you get to read for 15 minutes and then you go to sleep."

I propped myself up on my elbow. "Sam gets to stay up later reading, why can't I?"

Dean huffed and rolled his eyes. "Because Sam is 17 and you're 9. You need more sleep and I'm tired of dealing with you being grouchy when you wake up. You're dragging ass in the morning and we have to fight you to get you out of here dressed and fed on time. I'm sick of it."

"I don't fight you!"

"Yeah? How many times did I have to shake you awake this morning? And how many times did I have to nag you to put on your shoes? And you had to eat in the car on the way to school instead of at the table with me and Sam because you were going to be late. And you got toast crumbs in the back seat of my Baby!"

"I was just reading a couple more pages!" I protested.

"We've already been through this. You got your 15 minutes of bedtime reading, what–" he glanced at his watch- "twenty-five minutes ago?"

I sat up. "Why are you creeping around, spying on me?" I snapped.

He drew back. "I am not 'creeping around' or 'spying'." He said icily. "I'm checking on you to make sure you're sleeping ok. I've always done it, since you were little." He tilted his head. "And that's not the point anyway." He lowered his head and gazed at me from beneath furrowed brows. "You were supposed to put the book down and go to sleep almost half an hour ago!" He held his hand out. "Hand it over."

I pulled the hand holding the book back. "No! You're gonna take it away!"

"You're darn right I am. We've been through this over and over and I'm done." He gestured with his fingers. "Give it to me."

"No!"

He sighed. "Alyson. I'm not doing this tonight." He held his hand out flat, and after a long moment, he reached down and grabbed the book. We struggled, me trying to hold the book and grabbing at his shirt sleeve with my other hand. "Hey! Cut that out!" he snapped, finally yanking the book away from me. He set it on the edge of the dresser that was next to the bed and then sat down, grabbing my wrist and pulling me forward. I realized what he was trying to do and leaned the weight of my body back, but instead of fighting me, he just picked me up and set me face down over his thighs.

"Deeeeaaaannn! No!" I whined. I knew what was coming next, and I did not want a spanking!

He put his hand on my lower back. "When you're put to bed, you go to sleep." He spanked right in the middle of my bottom. I yelped, my body jumping from the sudden sting.

"You get 15 minutes of reading time and then you go to sleep." Another spank punctuated the sentence.

"Owwww!" I wriggled my torso back and forth to try and get away.

In response to my movements, he placed his arm across my lower back to pin me down. "You don't stay up later, you don't sneak reading for a longer time." He scolded. His hand fell again, and then it began to fall over and over, in even, measured swats, allowing the pain to build slowly.

"Owwww! Stoooop! Nooo!" I wailed, kicking my feet. It wasn't fair, I wanted to read as much as I felt like at bedtime!

In response, he started smacking me faster. "You don't tell me no." He growled. "You know better than that!"

Despite me trying to hold onto my outrage, it melted away as Dean continued to spank, and tears filled my eyes. Dean's hard hand always ended up making me cry.

"Okaaaayyy I'm sorryyyyy!" I exclaimed, wanting it to be over. Tears started tracking down the sides of my face.

He landed stinging swats all over until my bottom felt like it was on fire and my breath was hitching in my chest.

Then he stopped. "What's going to happen tomorrow night?" He asked.

"I–I dunno," I whined.

"You gonna stay up late reading?"

"No." I said sulkily. "Ow!" I cried as he swatted me right on the undercurve of my bottom.

"You gonna go to sleep when you're supposed to?"

"Yessssss, I willllll!" I whined.

He landed a few more spanks on the undercurve. "What's that?" he asked sternly.

The tears spilled over. "Yessss! Yes sirrrr!"

He stopped then, and sat me up on his leg. He put his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. "All right then."

I snuggled into his flannel and he tightened his arms and dropped a kiss on my head. "I want you to get a good night's sleep so you're not a grouch tomorrow," he said, wiping my tears with his thumbs.

"I know." I said. I knew my brothers were frustrated with how long it had been taking me to get ready in the mornings. Today, Sam had complained because he was going to be late for his first period, and Dean had become short-tempered because after rushing to get us both to school, he was probably going to be late for work.

He set me back in bed and stood up to adjust the covers. I rolled onto my side and he tucked the blankets around my shoulders. He leaned down to kiss my cheek. "Good night."

To my surprise, he didn't leave like I thought he would. He sat down at the end of my bed.

I raised my head to look at him. "What are you doing?"

He leaned his elbows on his knees. "I'm going to stay in here until you fall asleep."

"What?" I huffed. "That's stupid! I don't need you to watch me sleep!"

"Well I don't exactly trust you right now."

I huffed again. "I won't be able to sleep if you're in here!" I whined. ""Your breathing will keep me awake!"

"You've fallen asleep with all three of us in a motel room and Dad snoring." Dean said flatly. "No dice."

"Deeeaann!"

"Why is it such a big deal?"

"I– I'm not a baby!" I kicked out at him, suddenly annoyed.

Irritation crossed his face and he grabbed my foot. "Hey! Do not do that again!" He snapped.

I yanked my foot away from him. "Git offa me!"

"I can see that the spanking you just got didn't do a damn thing for your attitude." He said dryly, standing up. He yanked the covers down to my feet and pushed me over onto my stomach. He put his hand in the middle of my back when I protested, and then his hand started falling again.

"Nooooooo!" I wailed, kicking my feet against the mattress.

"Enough with the attitude." He said in a hard voice. "Keep it up, and your pants are coming down, you got me?"

When I didn't answer right away, he swatted me again, harder. "You got me?"

"Ow! Yesss!" I whined.

"And another thing. If I have to fight you in the morning to get ready for school again, you're getting a spanking, and I don't care if it makes you late. Understand?"

"Okaaay!"

He spanked me three times in a row, harder than he had been. "Excuse me?"

"Yes Dean!" I gritted out.

He landed a final swat right in the middle of my bottom and then pulled the covers up. "Go. To. Sleep." He said as he sat down again.

"I can't, my butt hurts!" I protested.

"And whose fault is that?" He moved up to sit next to me. "I'll rub your back, all right? That always helped when you were little."

I sighed a little huff as he adjusted the covers. I didn't think I'd be able to sleep, because my bottom was throbbing, but as he rubbed my back, and then stroked my hair back from my face, I relaxed.

Dean could be strict with me sometimes, but I knew that he did what he did because he loved me and wanted to take care of me.

In no time at all, I found myself drifting off to sleep.

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Author's Note: Would y'all like a chapter 2, so that you can find out what happens to Aly the next morning? Will she be a grump again? Will she make her brothers late again? And most importantly, will she get her butt smacked again?! (heehee) Please let me know!