AN: Taylor takes the daring bad girl to a whole new level in this chapter than any other character I've wrote about before her, check it out, and don't forget to review, I want lots!

Taylor pulled her pants off the night before, because she couldn't sleep with them on. She instantly regretted that when she felt a sharp smack on her ass the next morning.

She whimpered it was Dean. She looked up at him sadly, "What was that for?" She sleepily rubbed the spot where his hand fell.

"It's the easiest way to get your full attention. It's almost time to leave, and you need to shower, so get up." He explained.

She groaned and rolled over, burying her face in the pillow, and instantly felt another smack, "Ow Dean, I'm getting up, just give me a minute," she whined.

"We don't have a minute you take long enough in the shower, now move." He barked.

She slowly slunk out of bed adjusting her panties when she stood up. She turned so that he couldn't smack her again, "Happy?" She asked, with her hands on her hips.

He raised an eyebrow at her, and that's all he had to do.

She ran her hand though her hair, "Sorry, I'm tired."

She bent down to grab her shower stuff from under the bed and felt another slap, "Ouch Dean, come on really?" She asked jumping, and turning to face him.

"That was for your attitude," He said.

She looked down and realized that she had knocker her boots over when she jumped, she quickly tied to grab them but Dean grabbed her wrist with his left hand, and pulled her around to face him.

He used his right hand to point at the knife, his face full of anger, instead of the cocky expression he wore a minute ago, "Would you like to explain to me where you got that?"

She shuffled back and forth on her feet, "N…not really."

"Where she got what?" Adam asked curiously.

Sam picked up the knife and held it up for Adam to see. Adam's face turned shocked. He was relieved that he wasn't in her situation right now.

"Thou shall not steal," Taylor cringed when she heard Castiel behind her.

Dean still had a grip on her wrist but she managed to step aside so that she was between them, and could look at both of them, "Technically it's not stealing Cas, because it's Winchester property and I am Taylor Winchester…"She tried.

"It's not yours, Taylor, so it is stealing," Castiel said.

"Oh come on that's not fair, how many times have they stolen things before and they don't get punished," She whined.

"Not from family Taylor, we have done it to solve cases yes, but we do not steal from our family," Dean snapped, pulling her back to face him.

She tried to thin quickly and blurted out, "Sam has stolen your car before."

"Yes, and I've punched him in the face, and beat his ass for it." Dean said.

"Okay so bad example… Dean please we don't have time for this, and it was just so I could help, my knife sucks, maybe if I had a better one I could…" Taylor began.

"You could what? Disobey orders again?" Dean asked.

"I… I'm sorry Dean, but Sam took it back, and everything's back to normal now okay, please can we just drop this, we have to go to Bobby's remember?" She asked.

"Well I guess you'll have to wait to shower, that should give me enough time to deal with you, shouldn't it?" Dean asked.

She looked at him pleadingly, then around the room, Adam and Sam were packing the rest of the stuff and Castiel was staring off out the window. They all avoided looking at her.

"Dean, I'm sorry, I swear, I won't take anything again without asking fist, honestly Dean," She said.

"Oh I now you won't," he sat down and used tied to pull her by her wrist, "No!"

She pulled against him and sat on the floor. He wasn't expecting he to fight back and he released her wrist, "You have three seconds to get your ass up here."

"Dean no, I…"

"One," He said clearly.

She folded her arms and sat there avoiding eye contact with everyone by staring at the floor, she was not giving in.

"Two," Dean said trying to keep his nerves in check, he's had to use this technique before on Adam and Sam, but he never used it on her, or got to three with any of them.

"Three," Dean got up and grabbed his sister by the waste throwing her over his shoulder, "Now you're really in trouble."

"No Dean stop!" She yelled squirming as much as she could, "Let me go! Dean!"

Dean ignored his sister's whining and took her into the bathroom. He shut the door behind them and stood her up. She tried to get away again but he swatter her thigh hard, "Ow!"

"You're going to obey me, or we are going to have a serious problem little girl," He warned.

She looked at him angelically, "Please Dean, can't we just go to Bobby's, and forget all of this?"

She asked moving in to hug him, "Nice try, that might have worked on Sam or Adam, but Castiel and I, know your tricks."

She scoffed, "Damn it."

"Watch your mouth." He warned.

"Why the hell should I, you cuss all the damn time?" She asked.

"Because I told you too, and I being the oldest have the right," He said.

""Oh yeah whatever, fuck off Dean, like I car…" She started, but before she could finish her sentence Dean grabbed the complimentary soap bar and rinsed it off.

"Dean what are you doing?" She asked fearfully.

He held up the bar, "This is why you should care.

She backed away from him but he put it in her mouth and started swatting her butt, "And because I have the authority to beat your ass, however long I feel necessary."

She spit the soap out and tried to push him away, "Dean that's fucking disgusting!"

He rinsed the bar off and shoved it back in her mouth. "If you spit it out again, you're going to seriously regre…" But before he could finish his sentence she spit it at him.

She smirked at him, with her hand on her hip and he looked shocked. None of his siblings have ever disrespected him so much before, and he didn't like it at all.

She waited for his next move, but he smile faded when he glared at her before leaving the bathroom. She followed him curiously, wondering if she had won. She caught Castiel's eye and he looked at her disappointingly.

She began to feel guilty but she couldn't force herself to look away until she heard Dean's voice, "You wanna play games, fine, I can play."

Dean had a thin wooden paddle in his hand that she recognized well, "Where the hell did you get that?"

"Oh what? Are you scared Taylor?" Dean asked.

Adam and Sam looked shocked by what they were seeing. They had never seen anyone be so disrespectful and Dean was about to remind them why.

Dean smirked, "Bobby gave this to me, it's small enough to carry around, and he knew I might need it, apparently it's going to come in handy."

Taylor put her hands up, "Dean, Dean come on man," She said backing up as he advanced on her, "Dean, okay I'm sorry, I'll listen to you Dean I swear."

She reached the wall, and couldn't back up any further, and he kept moving towards her, enjoying he change of attitude. He didn't get off on spanking his siblings, but he now knew all he'd have to do is mention this after today and she would listen to him.

She swallowed hard, and froze when Dean grabbed her arm tightly, "Dean okay, wait please, please let me put pants on, please Dean."

She was no longer looking at Dean, but at the dreaded implement he held in his other hand.

"Normally I would, I normally wouldn't make you get a punishment with this without pants, but I don't think you deserve them," He said leading her to the kitchen area with his hard hand resting on the small of her back to guide her forward.

She knew at any second he could strike, and she made every move cautiously. He bent her over the counter. She suddenly felt way more insecure about herself and vulnerable, "Dean please."

"You know, in fact, I think you don't even deserve these," He slid her panties down below her knees. Now her ass was completely bare and defenseless.

She regretted everything she'd done in the last few minutes, and wished she would have just listened to him, and gotten her punishment over with. He tapped her ass lightly a few times with the paddle ad she grimaced at feeling the wood against her skin. She watched over her shoulder as he swung the paddle and she gasped when it landed.

"OW Dean, please not so hard!" She whined.

"Oh that was just a warm up swat sweetie, I'm afraid the rest are going to be way worse," Dean said.

She looked at him, he had to just be trying to scare her, but sure enough the next smack landed even harder, "Ow! Dean please, I'm sorry."

Adam cringed each time another swat landed. He would make sure that he never pissed Dean off that much. Dean worked quicker before realizing that if they didn't leave soon they'd be behind schedule, which Castiel and Bobby both hated.

Taylor was crying by the time he finally stopped, she was relieved when she thought it was over but unfortunately it wasn't. "You have a lot more where that came from," He warned leading her over to the couch. He sat down and pulled her over his lap swiftly.

"Dean please, I'm s…sorry!" She cried.

He refused to acknowledge the girl as he began again. The smacks grew faster and Dean started to get into a pattern as he continued. His little sister jumped and squirmed trying to get away from the painfully stinging swats. Her ass was a dark red, and she definitely was going to have a horribly uncomfortable car ride to Bobby's.

She had finally given up on trying to reason with him, or get away, and instead she lay limp over his lap with her eyes squinted shut, waiting for the swats to stop. A few minutes later he pulled her up to face him. She opened her eyes, and looked at his eyes, immediately feeling even guiltier.

"Do I provide for you?" He asked.

She didn't answer and he shook her once, "Answer me."

"Yes s…sir," She sniffled.

"Do I always take care of you, protect you, and treat you with respect?" He asked.

"Yes Dean… you do, I'm so sorry."

"Then don't you think that you should show me that same respect?" He asked.

"Yes, De… Sir, I'm so sorry really, I am. Please forgive me?"

Dean paused before holding his arms open. She gratefully stepped into his brace, "I love you."

"I love you too sweetheart; now go get dressed you can shower at Bobby's."He said.

She nodded, "Yes Dean."

She wasted no time in pulling on her clothes, and packing the rest of her things. She followed them out to the ca r without saying a word as they talked amongst each other. She cringed when she sat on the sea, and did her best not to think about the pain.

"Castiel, I'm sorry I was rude to you earlier, you're not mad at me right?" She asked.

"I was disappointed, but if you're worried about me punishing you I won't, I think Dean covered everything." He said.

"I wasn't worried about that, but thank you I guess." She answered, "Oh by the way, where'd you go yesterday?"

"You shouldn't question me." He answered stonily.

"I was just curious," She retorted.

"Well I can't always be around, I have other responsibilities." He answered.

She nodded, and laid her head against him. He stiffened but relaxed quickly, and she soon fell asleep on his arm.

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