p class="MsoNormal"Monday was a subdued affair, neither girl was in much mood to socialize, and the boys had left them alone for the most part. When Dean had come to get in bed with her that night, he'd sweetly offered to rub some lotion into her sore bottom, which of course had delved into his fingers slipping elsewhere and landing Emily riding him with unashamed abandon in the small bedroom. But when morning had come and Emily had gone to shower, the hot water hitting her backside reminded her that she still had two more spankings to go. TWO. How was she going to survive that? emAnd of course, there's not even a mark this morning. /emShe thought sourly. She wondered how Claire had held up for her own spanking with Dean, the pale girl was probably bruised to high heavens with the attitude she continued to give. Sam and Emily couldn't even pretend they hadn't heard the pair screaming at each other last night and Emily winced at the thought. Fighting meant nothing more then a harder spanking, time and time again had that been proven./p
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p class="MsoNormal"Emily spent the rest of the morning in her room reading, Dean had poked his head in to let her know at some point that they were going over to Bobby's to get some supplies, and Claire had slipped in after they left to commiserate the spanking she'd gotten which had just soured Emily's mood even more when she realized that she'd gotten the belt and all Claire had gotten was a measly hand spanking. Before either of them knew it, Tuesday was rolling in and their second spankings began to loom in the distance./p
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p class="MsoNormal""Sam, knock it off, you're going to make me burn this," Emily didn't bother hiding the irritation in her voice as she swatted Sam's hand away from the sauce simmering on the stove. He let out a sigh of indignation, recognizing the grumpiness in his friend as nervousness about what they were facing after dinner was done. "Why don't you go be useful and set the table?" She shooed him out of the kitchen with a none-to-gentle elbow and Sam left, resisting the urge to stick his tongue out at her back. He didn't feel bad. He couldn't. They'd brought this on themselves, after all. It wasn't long before fettuccine alfredo was sitting in front of all them, and the boys were wolfing theirs down as if they'd never eaten before while the two girls picked at theirs, occasionally exchanging disgusted looks with each other./p
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p class="MsoNormal""You're cavemen," Claire remarked dryly as Sam reached across her to snag one more piece of garlic bread. Sam didn't even flinch, just shrugged his shoulders and gave her a grin./p
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p class="MsoNormal""It's delicious and we've been living on takeout for a week, sue me." Claire just wrinkled her nose at him and went back to moving the pasta around her plate. Dean took the cue from her and cleared his throat, standing up and taking his plate over to the sink. Emily didn't look up, knowing that she was about to be summoned to her doom and she pouted dejectedly when her boyfriend returned, a sturdy wooden spatula held firmly in one hand, holding his other out to her. She took a little too long to take it, and he sighed impatiently, reaching down to wrap his fingers instead around her bicep and help her to her feet, the scraping of the chair moving backwards making Claire jump a little. They were both way too jumpy to keep putting the spankings off, but Sam wanted to give his brother a little time before he brought Claire to round two. He truthfully wasn't looking forward to it all, not only because of their first disastrous encounter, but also because in the debriefing with Dean the night before when he asked how it went over and Dean had shrugged a bit cryptically. Apparently he'd been pretty easy on the tall blonde, and he'd made it a point to tell Sam it was up to him to pick up the slack now. Sam hadn't taken that too well, how was it emhis /emresponsibility when Dean was arguably the more dominant of the two of them?/p
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p class="MsoNormal"Meanwhile, back in Dean's bedroom Emily stood in the corner of the room, staring at the all too familiar wallpaper with her hands folded behind her back and her pants down at her ankles. Dean had decided a little extra humiliation was in order for this spanking—specifically he'd told her "a childish whooping for a childish stunt." She rolled her eyes at that memory, fidgeting as little as she could manage. She was supposed to be thinking about her actions and why they were wrong, but instead she was thinking about how much she didn't want to be spanked again so soon, and bitterly wondering if Claire was going to get off easy again while she bore the brunt of the whippings. emThis is so stupid, and it's not fair./em She would've stomped her foot if she didn't know for a fact that Dean was watching her from over on the bed. It seemed like hours were passing while she stood there, and her frustration was burning hotter and hotter as she waited, until finally, emfinally /emDean was calling her over. She turned around, stepping out of her pants so they were left in a puddle by the corner as she miserably shuffled over to him. He must've read the expression on her face because when she'd reached him, his face hardened slightly, his jaw ticking in the tell-tale sign that he was unhappy. "Is there a problem, sweetheart?"/p
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p class="MsoNormal""Yes!" She blurted it out without being able to stop herself. Well, it was out now, so she may as well let him have it. "This isn't fair and you know it, Dean! This was all Claire's fault and the only reason we even got out of this whole mess was because of me and yet I'm still being punished? And I emKNOW /emyou went easy on her Sunday, which is ridiculous considering Sammy belted me, and I hate that stupid spoon and I don't want to be spanked, and I shouldn't be! You-you…you suck!"/p
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p class="MsoNormal"To his credit, Dean didn't break a smile at her little tirade, cute and juvenile as it was, he kept his face perfectly schooled into the picture of sternness and as she finished her speech, he reached forward and hooked his hand around one of her slender thighs, forcing her to stumble towards him with very little grace. "Listen here, little girl," his voice was gruff and Emily's cheeks reddened subtly at the annoying nickname. "How many times have you been spanked for making dumbass choices here? Twenty? Thirty? Can we even keep count anymore?" Emily's lip drooped slightly and Dean caught her chin in his hand, tilting her face down to meet his. "How many times has Claire been whooped here? Once. And it was a terrible experience for her and for Sam. She's not you, Em, she may have been brought up on our code but with her mom only. She isn't used to men. Or us."/p
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p class="MsoNormal""Neither was I and that never stopped you from busting me," Emily's pout deepened and tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. "And that still doesn't answer why I'm getting spanked over her choices."/p
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p class="MsoNormal"Now Dean felt impatient and he released her chin to sit backwards, clapping his hands to his thighs. "Two question there sweetcheeks—did Claire ask you to help her and did you say no to that request?"/p
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p class="MsoNormal"Emily sighed deeply, shifting from foot to foot in the knowledge that there was no way she was escaping this. Dean tapped her hip sharply for a response and with a look of absolute misery to her, she shook her head. Fate sealed, Dean hooked his fingers into her panties and drew them down over her hips, nodding to her to resume the familiar position she found herself in more and more often the longer she stayed with the Winchester's./p
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p class="MsoNormal"Emily spent the rest of the morning in her room reading, Dean had poked his head in to let her know at some point that they were going over to Bobby's to get some supplies, and Claire had slipped in after they left to commiserate the spanking she'd gotten which had just soured Emily's mood even more when she realized that she'd gotten the belt and all Claire had gotten was a measly hand spanking. Before either of them knew it, Tuesday was rolling in and their second spankings began to loom in the distance./p
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p class="MsoNormal""Sam, knock it off, you're going to make me burn this," Emily didn't bother hiding the irritation in her voice as she swatted Sam's hand away from the sauce simmering on the stove. He let out a sigh of indignation, recognizing the grumpiness in his friend as nervousness about what they were facing after dinner was done. "Why don't you go be useful and set the table?" She shooed him out of the kitchen with a none-to-gentle elbow and Sam left, resisting the urge to stick his tongue out at her back. He didn't feel bad. He couldn't. They'd brought this on themselves, after all. It wasn't long before fettuccine alfredo was sitting in front of all them, and the boys were wolfing theirs down as if they'd never eaten before while the two girls picked at theirs, occasionally exchanging disgusted looks with each other./p
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p class="MsoNormal""You're cavemen," Claire remarked dryly as Sam reached across her to snag one more piece of garlic bread. Sam didn't even flinch, just shrugged his shoulders and gave her a grin./p
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p class="MsoNormal""It's delicious and we've been living on takeout for a week, sue me." Claire just wrinkled her nose at him and went back to moving the pasta around her plate. Dean took the cue from her and cleared his throat, standing up and taking his plate over to the sink. Emily didn't look up, knowing that she was about to be summoned to her doom and she pouted dejectedly when her boyfriend returned, a sturdy wooden spatula held firmly in one hand, holding his other out to her. She took a little too long to take it, and he sighed impatiently, reaching down to wrap his fingers instead around her bicep and help her to her feet, the scraping of the chair moving backwards making Claire jump a little. They were both way too jumpy to keep putting the spankings off, but Sam wanted to give his brother a little time before he brought Claire to round two. He truthfully wasn't looking forward to it all, not only because of their first disastrous encounter, but also because in the debriefing with Dean the night before when he asked how it went over and Dean had shrugged a bit cryptically. Apparently he'd been pretty easy on the tall blonde, and he'd made it a point to tell Sam it was up to him to pick up the slack now. Sam hadn't taken that too well, how was it emhis /emresponsibility when Dean was arguably the more dominant of the two of them?/p
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p class="MsoNormal"Meanwhile, back in Dean's bedroom Emily stood in the corner of the room, staring at the all too familiar wallpaper with her hands folded behind her back and her pants down at her ankles. Dean had decided a little extra humiliation was in order for this spanking—specifically he'd told her "a childish whooping for a childish stunt." She rolled her eyes at that memory, fidgeting as little as she could manage. She was supposed to be thinking about her actions and why they were wrong, but instead she was thinking about how much she didn't want to be spanked again so soon, and bitterly wondering if Claire was going to get off easy again while she bore the brunt of the whippings. emThis is so stupid, and it's not fair./em She would've stomped her foot if she didn't know for a fact that Dean was watching her from over on the bed. It seemed like hours were passing while she stood there, and her frustration was burning hotter and hotter as she waited, until finally, emfinally /emDean was calling her over. She turned around, stepping out of her pants so they were left in a puddle by the corner as she miserably shuffled over to him. He must've read the expression on her face because when she'd reached him, his face hardened slightly, his jaw ticking in the tell-tale sign that he was unhappy. "Is there a problem, sweetheart?"/p
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p class="MsoNormal""Yes!" She blurted it out without being able to stop herself. Well, it was out now, so she may as well let him have it. "This isn't fair and you know it, Dean! This was all Claire's fault and the only reason we even got out of this whole mess was because of me and yet I'm still being punished? And I emKNOW /emyou went easy on her Sunday, which is ridiculous considering Sammy belted me, and I hate that stupid spoon and I don't want to be spanked, and I shouldn't be! You-you…you suck!"/p
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p class="MsoNormal"To his credit, Dean didn't break a smile at her little tirade, cute and juvenile as it was, he kept his face perfectly schooled into the picture of sternness and as she finished her speech, he reached forward and hooked his hand around one of her slender thighs, forcing her to stumble towards him with very little grace. "Listen here, little girl," his voice was gruff and Emily's cheeks reddened subtly at the annoying nickname. "How many times have you been spanked for making dumbass choices here? Twenty? Thirty? Can we even keep count anymore?" Emily's lip drooped slightly and Dean caught her chin in his hand, tilting her face down to meet his. "How many times has Claire been whooped here? Once. And it was a terrible experience for her and for Sam. She's not you, Em, she may have been brought up on our code but with her mom only. She isn't used to men. Or us."/p
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p class="MsoNormal""Neither was I and that never stopped you from busting me," Emily's pout deepened and tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. "And that still doesn't answer why I'm getting spanked over her choices."/p
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p class="MsoNormal"Now Dean felt impatient and he released her chin to sit backwards, clapping his hands to his thighs. "Two question there sweetcheeks—did Claire ask you to help her and did you say no to that request?"/p
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p class="MsoNormal"Emily sighed deeply, shifting from foot to foot in the knowledge that there was no way she was escaping this. Dean tapped her hip sharply for a response and with a look of absolute misery to her, she shook her head. Fate sealed, Dean hooked his fingers into her panties and drew them down over her hips, nodding to her to resume the familiar position she found herself in more and more often the longer she stayed with the Winchester's./p