AN: Here is Part 3 to Christa's adventure's in "Stealing CD's". Once again for those that need a warning, this part is going to have spanking in it! So, if you don't like it, don't read!
Next time I post I will be introducing more of Olivia and we will be seeing what kind of trouble she will be getting into *EVIL GIGGLES* So, be on the lookout for that soon!
However, enjoy this part and please leave reviews, because that helps encourage me to write more! Since I love to see who is loving what I write and what they are loving, etc...
He stood behind me for a few moments to make sure I was actually going to stand in the corner and listen to him before he went about moving a few things around and then sitting on my bed.
I started crying, placing one hand on the wall and another on my bottom, to try and rub away some of the pain from the spankings I had gotten. What was I thinking, pushing Uncle Dean like that? Was I really thinking I was the one in charge like he said, or was it something else? As I wiped away some tears from my face, it clicked: I was doing it because I was jealous of Olivia. But would he believe me if I told him that?
One thing I was sure of is that I wouldn't push Uncle Dean like this ever again, because I was in more trouble than I should have been in to begin with. All I needed to talk to him about was why I decided to steal again and I freaked out on him and gave him attitude, temper tantrums, and swear words. No wonder he tried to make the punishment in the bathroom embarrassing! (But that still had me pissed off.) I still wanted to voice my opinion to him about that; however, I had a feeling that doing it today wouldn't be a good idea, so I'd probably have to wait. I also knew if I ended up in a corner and he was around, I wouldn't be kicking any walls.
And why did he dare me to hit him before he left me in the corner this time? Didn't he know with the mood I was in, that wasn't a good choice? There was something about the look he gave me, though, that had me nervous, and that's why I backed down. It was like I knew if I hit him then I would be pushing him too far and I didn't want to do that today. That could always wait for another day, when he wasn't expecting it... Right?
"Christa Ann Winchester," Uncle Dean began calmly but sternly, startling me out of my thoughts, which made me jump, especially since I wasn't expecting to hear my entire full name. "Come here."
I gulped, not really ready to go talk just yet, but I knew I didn't have a choice. I turned around and slowly walked over to where he was seated on my bed. I noticed that he had his belt and the hairbrush next to him, which made me nervous and I went to take a step back, but not before he caught my hands. "Stay here, we need to talk. Unless you didn't think about what you were supposed to in the corner. Then you can go stand back in the corner."
"No...pleaseee... we can talk, I thought about things," I replied quietly.
"Good, then how about you tell me what's going on?"
I fidgeted from one foot to the other as I replied. "I'm jealous of Olivia getting to do everything she wants to do and never getting into trouble."
He shook his head. "So, you think the best way to deal with being jealous of Olivia is to throw tantrums, attitude, and swear words?"
I looked at the floor as I nodded and replied, "yeah."
I heard him sigh. "Look at me." I looked up and he continued. "That isn't a good way to deal with being jealous of your sister, you know that don't you?"
"Yeah I know, but..."
"It ends today. You aren't going to continue acting out like that with me or anyone else that is in charge, is that understood?"
"Yes," I replied quietly.
He cleared his throat and sat up, looking me in the eyes. "Now, tell me what's going on with Olivia. What makes you think that she's getting away with so much? Is there something we don't know about?"
"I don't want to tell you," I whispered.
"So I'm guessing it's something she hasn't gotten in trouble for because we don't know about it yet and you swore not to tell?"
I nodded and hoped he wouldn't make me answer him out loud, because I knew he hated non-verbal answers (unless they were necessary, like when my mouth is full of soap, which I could still taste by the way).
"Well, you don't have to tell me, but if it's serious and we need to know, you really should," he calmly answered, overlooking the fact that I got away with giving him a non-verbal answer.
I stood there quietly, trying to think over what Uncle Dean had just said. I looked away as I debated with myself over telling him that I was jealous of Olivia getting away with smoking. I knew I swore to her I wouldn't tell, mostly because she promised to let me try smoking, but she hadn't yet. Would I be in trouble for tattling? I knew Olivia would be pissed off at me and want to get back at me some way. Was smoking something serious that my dad and Uncle Dean needed to know? Would telling him what was going on help me not be jealous? Why was he so interested in knowing what was going on with me anyway?
I traced a design on the floor with my toes, before I looked up at Uncle Dean and stated quietly, "I'll tell you.." I then trailed off, not sure if I could really trust myself to tell him unless I was holding his hand and looking at the floor where I had kicked off my jeans earlier. "I found her..." I kicked at my jeans to distract myself some as I got out, "smoking a while back. And I'm jealous that she gets to do that and I don't."
Glancing up at him to see his reaction, I noticed him take his free hand and run it through his hair, then down his face. He gritted his teeth, trying to remain calm. In fact, I think I heard him count to ten under his breath. Clearly he wasn't very pleased with the news I just gave him.
Suddenly he shot me a glare as if it registered what I'd said about being jealous. "Don't you dare think about smoking unless you want a burning backside to go with it, little girl. Do you understand me?"
"I understand, Uncle Dean." I couldn't help but blush. Hearing threats like that sucked because I knew my uncle would follow through… he always did.
Uncle Dean nodded, finally taking a deep breath. "Thank you for telling me." He squeezed my hand. "I bet that was hard for you to do, huh?"
"Uh huh," I replied softly, as I looked away at the floor and kicked at my jeans. I wondered what he was going to do with what I told him? Did he already know?
"Is there anything else your sister is doing that we should know about?" Uncle Dean asked me calmly, green eyes staring straight into my brown eyes.
I couldn't help but gulp and look away and even try to take another step back away from him, but with him still holding onto my hand, he just pulled me back over to where I was standing a second ago. "I... well... no..." I choked out.
"Excuse me? Care to continue and answer my questions, little girl?"
I sighed, not wanting to, but knowing I had to so I didn't end up in more trouble. "I know she sneaks out at night sometimes." I couldn't help but watch him as he did his best to stay calm with the news. He once again gritted his teeth and ran his hand over his face and through his hair. "I... ummm... was... ummm... offered to smoke by Olivia to keep from telling about her smoking, but she hasn't let me yet."
I kicked at my jeans as I also made a fist with my free hand, which was noticed and grabbed by Uncle Dean, before I heard him ask me, "Do you understand me about what will happen if you smoke and I find out about it, little girl? I don't care if Olivia is the one to offer you the cigarette or if it's a friend."
"Yeah I understand. Can you release my hands now please?"
He shook his head. "Not happening, little girl."
I stomped my foot in response and glared at him, which caused him to bolt up and immediately land three hard swats on my sore butt. Then Uncle Dean turned me back to face him, now towering over me and still holding my hands tight. "Do I need to continue and send you back to the corner again, or can we finish talking, little girl?"
"We can finish talking Uncle Dean," I said, though I really wanted to rub my bottom right then. Those three swats had re-ignited the fire in my backside and made me start crying a little bit. But somehow I managed to answer him without any teenage Winchester attitude in my voice, which is a good thing for me.
He sighed, clearly a bit frustrated, but doing his best to stay calm. "Is there anything else you want to let me know about being jealous of Olivia?"
"That's it," I admitted quietly.
"Good," he stated flatly. "Let's discuss your temper tantrums and attitude now. Because it is out of control today, little girl." I nodded. "You know better than to act out like you have with me today. You seem to think you are the one in control and you're not, little girl. Do you understand that?"
"I know better sometimes." I fidgeted from one foot to the other. "I don't think I'm the one in control, Uncle Dean," I lied, hoping he wouldn't catch me in it, because there were times I did feel like I was the one in control, but it was only because my dad and Uncle Dean seemed to allow it.
"Excuse me? You want to add lying to the list of things we are still needing to discuss, little girl? If not, then I think I would try that answer again," Uncle Dean reprimanded me.
I shook my head and tried to take a step back, but was pulled back towards Uncle Dean. "I... well... I do know better," I whispered, then kicked at my jeans. "I also know there are times when I'm the one in control..." I trailed off staring at my faded blue jeans that I wanted to pick up and fold to distract myself. "Or at least that how it seems to me."
"Look at me," Uncle Dean said calmly, so I slowly picked up my head, then he continued. "Thank you for telling me the truth this time, but don't ever try lying to me again like that, because I may not give you another chance to correct yourself, got it?"
"Yes Sir," I replied quietly.
"Now, care to elaborate on when it seems you are in charge?"
"Well, ummm, like when you and Dad leave Olivia in charge. She usually ignores me and I am left to my own devices, so it's like I am in charge of myself."
"Oh really?" Uncle Dean said, raising his eyebrows.
The look on his face made me almost regret having said anything. "Umm…. Please don't tell her I told you…"
He didn't bother to respond, instead opting to change the subject. "Now tell me why you decided to steal from the mall today."
I shifted from one foot to the other nervously, "I...um... already told you Uncle Dean."
He shook his head and glared at me, before he angrily scolded, "No, little girl. You didn't. You threw a temper tantrum and cussed me out!" I gasped and tried to pull away, not liking how this scolding was going, but was pulled back closer again. "Stop trying to get away or I will spank you again before we deal with your attitude and stealing. Is that what you want to do, little girl?"
I blushed and shook my head no. "I don't want that, Uncle Dean. I just..." I trailed off unsure of how to save myself from more trouble, because I knew Uncle Dean was right. I had thrown a temper tantrum and cussed him out. So, of course he wouldn't have been paying attention to my reasons for stealing when I told him earlier. I sighed and stared at the carpet, then began tracing out a pattern with my toes, because it was more interesting than what was going on between Uncle Dean and me right then.
"Well, what is your choice, little girl?" I heard Uncle Dean question and break my thoughts.
"I… ummm," I started nervously, "Decided to steal from the mall because I wanted to impress my boyfriend and I didn't have money for the CD that I have been wanting lately."
I heard Uncle Dean sigh before speaking. "So you stole again for the same reason as before! Sounds like you're picking up a bad habit… Guess we'll have to work on that with you now." His heavy footsteps paced before me. "I'm so disappointed in you. You could have easily waited till your Dad and I were back in town tomorrow, and you know we would have given you the money. You do know that, right?"
"Yes Sir, I know." I was blushing and close to tears at this point. I hated the fact that Uncle Dean was right about things, once again.
"And impressing your boyfriend? You're above that, Christa. If your 'boyfriend' needs you to impress him by stealing things, then maybe you don't need him in your life."
I gasped. "But I do NEED him in my life!" I stomped my foot and glared at Uncle Dean. "You can't make me break up with him! That isn't fair!" My fists were clenched, ready to hit him again, because I was upset that he was trying to make me break up with MY boyfriend! He couldn't really do that, could he?
"Enough!" Uncle Dean snapped after my mini-meltdown. "I didn't say you have to break up with him, but if you keep trying to impress him by stealing, you know exactly where you'll end up each time." He glared down at me, sharp green eyes focused on mine, causing my stomach to twist into knots all over again.
I did know where I would end up each time if I continued and I definitely didn't want that to happen, but I also didn't want to break up with my boyfriend either. What was I going to do? I had very little time with my boyfriend as it was, so the time I got to spend with him, I felt like I had to impress him with my skills. However, I knew Uncle Dean wouldn't understand, so I wasn't going to let him in on that secret.
The buckle of his belt clanged as he lifted it, running his fingers over the heavy leather before grabbing it at the folded end and snapping it loud enough to make me jump. "You know what you have coming, little girl." He sat on the bed and beckoned me forth, not waiting for me to move before grabbing my wrist and jerking me forward. I fell over his lap with a half-whine, especially when I felt his leg over mine to lock me firmly into place. "If I find out you're stealing again, this whipping is nothing compared to what you'll get, little girl. I may even have to dig up your grandpa's old paddle to use on you."
Yikes! Grandpa's paddle? I'd heard many stories about it, but had yet to experience its fury. "Noooo Uncle Dean! You can't do that!" I yelped.
"Quiet!" he ordered and slapped the leather on my panty-clad bottom.
I shrieked then shut my mouth - no need to earn myself anymore extra lashes! But then I felt him tug at my panties and I couldn't help but reach back. "Uncle Deannnn!" came the voice from my mouth, only to be responded with a sharp CRACK! on the thigh. I yelped and immediately grabbed hold of my comforter with both hands to keep from reaching back again and earning myself more trouble.
Tears brimmed my eyes because of the couple of lashes on my still tender and sore backside. How was I ever going to make it through this spanking? I knew begging him to not spank me wasn't going to work, especially with the mood he was in right now, thanks to my attitude, tantrums, and swearing.
"You know you've earned this," Uncle Dean's voice broke through my thoughts. "If you're going to do the crime, you have to face the consequences. So enough of your whining. Take your punishment like a big girl."
I squirmed and replied with a weak, "I know, I'm sorry, it just hurts..." I hurriedly wiped away my tears, not wanting to be caught crying before the spanking had even really started.
Before I was able to grab hold of the comforter, a flurry of lashes from the belt fell on my bare bottom. "You're going to get a whipping for stealing, and then back to the corner, then a good hairbrushing for the attitude and tantrums you've been having today, little girl. Do you understand?"
I gasped and yelped, and quickly took hold of my comforter to keep my hand from going back to block. "OWWW… Uncle Deannnnn pleassseeee… it hurttssss…." I cried out.
The swats now focused on my sit spots and upper thighs. "I said, do you understand?"
I was crying into my comforter, wishing I was able to kick and free myself from the swats. "Owwwwiiiieessss…. Plllleeeeeaaaaeeessseeee… Yes sir, Uncle Deannnnnn… I understand." I threw my hand back to block the swats, unable to stay in position.
He stopped long enough to grab my hand and restrain it to the small of my back. "You better NOT steal again, little girl," he scolded as the thick leather descended once more. "Because if anything like this happens again, this spanking and your first one will seem like a walk in the park. You know that I HATE having to repeat lessons, little girl! You should have realized the first time that stealing is NOT allowed!"
He brought the belt down harder and harder as he scolded, and I squirmed over his lap wishing it could be over already! This was so unfair! Why could Uncle Dean and my dad steal all the time but not me? Though I guess as Uncle Dean would say, "Life's not fair." He was trying to teach me a lesson, and it was working. I was turning into one sorry little girl that wasn't planning on stealing again anytime soon!
Finally I brought myself to say it aloud: "I only thought it was ok because you and Dad do it all the timeeee!"
A few hard swats landed on my backside before I heard Uncle Dean speak. "We don't steal to benefit ourselves and you know it. Our stealing is for our job ONLY, so don't play that card with me, little girl, or else we can start over. Is that what you'd like?" Before I was able to answer he made his point with the belt on my sit spots and upper thighs again.
"NOOOOOO…." I sobbed into my bed, "I'm s...s...sssssoooo sorrrryyyyyy…." And I was finally being honest. I was sorry for my attitude and temper tantrums and swearing, but most importantly my stealing for a second time. I was just one sorry little girl with a very sore backside, that I'm sure was cherry red by now. I definitely wouldn't be sitting for a good few days, or even maybe a week! And all because of my stupid attitude! But now I was submitting and breaking down. I couldn't take anymore. I just wanted to be forgiven and comforted (though I still had a ways to go before that happened).
Uncle Dean stopped spanking me for a second and grabbed a hold of my hair, then turned my head to face him as he leaned down to look me deep in the eyes. "Little girl, let's get something straight right now. While you're under our roof, you will NOT steal, no matter what, got it?"
"Yyyyyeeeesssss Sssssiiiiiirrrrr," I sobbed as I tried to look away, because I didn't like to be seen crying or how Uncle Dean was scolding me right now. It made me really nervous.
"Are you starting to get the point?"
"I...I...I...get it...Uncle Dean… I won't steal againnnn," I promised through my crying.
He nodded. "You better not, little girl. Now get up and put your nose in the corner. And no kicking walls this time," he added with a glare.
"Yyyyyyeeeessss Sssssiiiirrrrr," I cried.
He released his hold on my hair and helped me to my feet, softening up a bit at noticing my red, puffy eyes. Probably also the color of my bottom made him feel a little bad for me. But he didn't offer any hugs yet, just pointed at the corner and gave me a swat with his hand to send me on my way.
I let out a yelp then trudged along slowly, sighing when I ended up where I felt like I'd been all day. But this time I didn't fight it. I didn't kick anything, didn't try to rub my bottom (I couldn't take the chance of Uncle Dean starting all over!). And it felt like only a few seconds had passed when he cleared his throat and called me over, startling me out of my place.
"You know what's coming," he said in a stern voice, standing now with the hairbrush in hand. He tapped it against his palm, making a loud POP that also caused me to jump slightly.
I guess I didn't move fast enough for him because he came over suddenly, taking my ear to haul me towards the bed.
"This attitude and tantrums and disobedience is going to stop, little girl, if I have to blister your backside everyday for a week. I don't like doing this, but I will if it's necessary." He sat on the bed and jerked me back over his lap.
"Uncle Dean I'll stop misbehaving!" I promised, tears already streaming down my cheeks again.
"I know you will," was his only response. "Give me your hand. This is going to hurt, and I don't need to accidentally whack your fingers."
A chill went down my spine and I didn't even think about arguing, just slipped my hands back. Uncle Dean grabbed them tight and once again threw his leg over mine to lock me into place.
I couldn't help but squirm when I felt Uncle Dean take my panties down to my mid thigh once again. If I could have, I would've reached to stop him, but all I did was let out a whine, since it felt like this had been a position I had been in most of the day and I just wanted it to be the last time. "Uncleeeee Deannnn pleassseeeee noooo leave them up this once," I begged quietly, hoping he would listen to me. I knew I was in no position for him to do so, though.
He literally laughed at my statement! "Ha! You wish it wasn't on the bare. But you know you have this coming, little girl." With that he picked up the hairbrush and landed the first flurry of hard smacks.
I yelped and squirmed and cried out. My butt was already so sore! Why did he have to make it worse? "Ppppllllleeeeeeeeeaaaaaassssseeeeeee!" I blubbered.
He held on tight to my hand, spanking me in rhythm as I just buried my face into the blankets, almost all cried out. "This is for your attitude and disobedience. I'm tired of it," he reminded me.
Unable to respond, I cried out what was supposed to be "I'm sorry!" but came out more like the noise of a overstuffed blender.
"Kicking walls, talking back, throwing tantrums… it's all unacceptable, little girl." Uncle Dean alternated between my butt cheeks and sit spots, fast and hard.
My body felt limp as I just howled into my blankets. "I won't do it again!" (which also came out blender-like instead of with actual words).
Uncle Dean understood me though. "You better not."
At that moment, something changed. Maybe it was me. Maybe I'd finally been broken and sorry enough to truly believe that I wouldn't do anything so stupid again. Or Maybe I was more focused on my tears than my bum, or I'd just gotten used to the pain. But maybe it was Uncle Dean. Maybe he realized that I was broken and started to go a little easier on me. Because suddenly the spanking didn't hurt so much anymore, and my tense body relaxed, giving in to my fate. I didn't try to beg him to stop, didn't try to squirm away. Just laid there accepting my punishment.
"... do you understand?"
It took me a minute to realize Uncle Dean was talking to me but I'd heard nothing. I couldn't tell him that though! "Yes Sir I understand!"
He landed a few final blows to my sit spots, then my thighs, and rested it in my backside. "Like I said earlier, things around here are going to change. No more going out on your own unless we give you permission, and if you keep getting into trouble with this little boyfriend of yours, then I'll have to accompany you each time you go out with him."
"But…!" I began, only to feel him lift the hairbrush again. Before he could crash it against my burning backside, I changed my tone. "Okay okay! I promise I'll be good and you won't have to accompany me!" I took a quick peek back at him in time to see his smirk at my obedience.
"I see the spanking seems to have done its job."
I blushed, not wanting to admit it.
"13 more, so you can remember your age and stop acting like you don't know better than this."
His words made fresh tears stream down my face. I didn't want more! But only 13 left… I could handle it, right?
Uncle Dean's grip tightened on my hands and without warning he popped the damn stingy hairbrush down, harder than ever.
I howled in pain, without much time to regain myself when the second swat fell, then the third.
By the fourth swat, I was sobbing in my blankets again, wishing and hoping that Uncle Dean would just stop spanking me already, since I was ready to be forgiven and get a hug. Then the fifth swat fell, and I zoned out again in my thoughts, recalling what Uncle Dean had said about things changing around here (before he began these last thirteen swats with that DAMN hairbrush). Was he really serious about that? Because if so, I already didn't like it. It sounded like I was going to be on lockdown, without him officially calling it that. And with my luck he'd end up catching me in trouble again and then I'd be stuck with him following me EVERYWHERE with my boyfriend. And that would be so SUPER embarrassing and un-cool! The thought just made me cry harder!
"Nooooomoreeeeepleaseeeee," I bawled into my blankets, unsure of what number we were onl.
Uncle Dean somehow understood my statement though, "Only six more."
"Noooo pleaseeee," I really didn't think I could handle the rest, but Uncle Dean ignored me and continued with the last six swats all focused on my sit spots and upper thighs.
I felt him drop the brush, then carefully pull my panties up, before he released my hands and helped me to my feet. He then pulled me closer to him and carefully sat me on his lap as he gave me a hug finally. I immediately grabbed a hold of his flannel shirt and hugged him back, crying. I wanted to tell him how sorry I was, but I couldn't find my voice to do so yet.
"Shhhhh...its all over, calm down," Uncle Dean soothed as he continued to hug me.
"I…I… am… soooo….sorrryyyyyyy…." I broke off, not sure if I was brave enough yet to question whether or not he was still pissed off.
"I know," came his quiet voice.
There was a moment of almost deathly silence, interrupted by my sniffles until I finally mustered up the courage to ask him. "Are you mad at me still?"
"No, not mad at you. You're forgiven," Uncle Dean replied. "You know that happens after a spanking."
I blushed and nodded. I did know that, but I still always liked to check anyway. I wanted to ask if I was on lockdown or grounded or even had another punishment coming, but wasn't ready to know until I made sure to enjoy the hug I was getting from Uncle Dean right then, since I still needed the comfort from him after the way I'd acted.
Once I had stopped crying and was just laying my head on Uncle Dean's chest as he hugged me, he cleared his throat, "You are grounded for one week and I'm assigning you lines to write..."
I let out a quiet whine at hearing that, but couldn't help and interrupt him to ask, "Why does it sound like I'm also on lockdown with the new changes you told me about?"
"You aren't on lockdown; however, if you keep stealing and getting into trouble with your little boyfriend, then you will be for awhile, understood?"
"Yes Sir," I replied quietly.
Uncle Dean cleared his throat. "You have two sets of lines to write every day of your grounding, little girl." I let out a whine hearing that as I tried to continue cuddling and paying attention to what Uncle Dean was telling me as well. "Your lines will be: 'Stealing is unacceptable for any reason' and 'I will stop throwing tantrums, talking back, and kicking walls, and will start acting like my age of thirteen.' You are going to write both sets of lines 300 times everyday, and I expect them to be finished by the time we get home from work because I'll be checking them everyday." I whined again, before nodding into his chest since I didn't want to agree to the punishment, even though it was a bit easier than the essay my Dad had assigned me earlier.
"Do you understand the punishment I'm giving you?" Uncle Dean asked after a moment, breaking my thoughts.
I nodded and whispered, "Yes Uncle Dean," as I continued to cuddle, because I still need the comfort. "I really am sorry for my behaviour today as well."
"I know you are," Uncle Dean stated, seeing through my technique of trying to get out of some trouble with him, but it didn't work, because he knew me too well.
We sat there for a minute longer before Uncle Dean planted a kiss on the top of my head and patted my back. "Go get cleaned up then you can start on your lines."
I nodded, not arguing even though I wanted to, and hopped off my uncle's lap. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and scampered to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. As I dried my skin, I glanced up in the mirror, scowling at the evidence of my well-earned spanking. My butt was crimson starting at the top of my butt cheeks, all the way down past my sit spots. Writing lines was literally going to be a pain in the ass!
