Hey all! I really appreciate everyone who is still reading and reviewing this story. I have found that there are some things happening with FFN right now, so if you are following me here, I highly recommend going over to AO3 to follow me there as well! Just in case anything happens to this story or my other SPN work. I am cross-posting them to be safe. Without further ado, here is a new chapter with lots of action. Do you guys like when I describe the spankings in detail or do you like them "left unsaid?" I have a hard time deciding if they're too repetitive or not. And I hope you're enjoying the brat that is Claire Jackson. I'm having so much fun with her!

There probably wasn't anything worse than listening to someone else's spanking.

Well, maybe almost dying at the hands of the demon who also slaughtered your entire family and left you alone to pick up the pieces on your own ranked close. Close. Claire's face was pinched, the edges of her mouth downturned in such an exaggerated fashion that she could see Sam trying not to laugh at her from the corner of her eye.

"What?" She snapped at him sourly, which immediately dropped the grin from his face. "This is horrible! How do you just sit and listen to her being hit? Honestly, y'all are brutes. Worse then brutes!" The grin was back on Sam's face and she suddenly had to fight the urge to punch him. In the background, the slapping sound was getting louder and the muffled wails of her friend were getting more distinct. It made Claire's skin crawl, it made her feel itchy and hot, and violent. Very violent. The Hunter's code the two of them lived by was archaic and insulting. Frankly, Claire was highly doubting her agreement to stay with them at the moment. Knowing that she had another spanking coming, from Sam nonetheless, was almost more humiliating than she could put into words. And she'd agreed to it! Like an idiot. Like some little girl who'd been given a choice between immediate and prolonged. Of course, she'd chosen it. But now? Now she was regretting that. Especially because she could see Sam was getting himself ready to carry out the next sentence.

Well.

She wasn't going to make it easy on him. God as her witness, she was going to make Sam and Dean regret deciding that they could ever pull their alpha crap on her. Claire schooled her delicate features into a cool, aloof expression as she tried to push the sounds from behind them out and she turned to face Sam. It was hard to miss that he was no longer wearing his worn leather belt and it was now dangling from his left hand. It was even harder to miss that he was staring at her with a look that was daring her to say exactly what she was thinking. "Ready?" His voice was gentle, but stern, just like everything about him and she had to gather her courage up again because god if she wasn't debating just getting it over with.

"No."

"No?" He quirked a brow at her, the sternness melting into something more serious, something challenging. And boy did Claire love a challenge. "Claire, don't make this harder on both of us."

"Why? Why should I let you do this, Sam Winchester? What can I possibly gain from lettin' you spank me like a little kid? I ain't some pushover," she didn't say Emily's name but the implication hung between them. "You ain't my boyfriend, or even my lover. This….this ain't right."

Sam snorted. He actually snorted. Claire felt her face burn and her temper rise, something she had always struggled with as an adult but even more so around him. Sam riled her up like no one else did. "Claire, I know you didn't just tell me that this isn't right. I know you didn't say that after we had an entire discussion about why this is happening and why you both deserve the punishments you're getting this week. I also know that Dean went easy on you the other night because of how bad you were feeling about what you did and the danger you put both you AND Emily in. And I know you know you're not getting out of this."

Claire's eyes narrowed and Sam stepped forward to take her arm at the same moment she stepped backwards, just out of his reach which made the look on his face more severe and Claire couldn't help it. She laughed. Laughed in his face. She was not making this easy, that was for sure. She knew it was bad, that it was a bad idea and that she was not going to win, but she just couldn't let him. She couldn't. He was Sam and he was tall, and attractive, and he had a face that was like a little boy and a man all mushed together and she couldn't take him seriously at all but also she couldn't let him spank her because that was humiliating. And infantile. And not for her. She could spank him, oh the picture of forcing his lanky body onto his knees while she wielded that belt behind him…

Now that was an image she could get used to.

"Claire Jackson!" Snapped from the fantasy, she fought the urge to gulp and moved her gaze back to his, facing the now furious-looking Winchester. She moved quickly behind the table they were standing at and put her hands down flat, bending down to match his stance.

"You ain't doing it," she spat venomously just as the sounds in the room behind them suddenly louder. Evidently Dean had moved onto the spatula, it was hard to ignore Emily's cries and pleas now. Momentarily distracted by her friend's wailing, Claire missed Sam rushing to her and as quickly as her fight had started, it was over. His grip was firm, God he is strong, and try as she might, Claire couldn't leverage out of it fast enough as he dragged her from behind the table and towards the living room without any further ado. "No, no, no!" She abruptly stopped herself, forcing him to stop with her and jerked from his grasp before he could stop her, then she jammed the palm of her hand into his back so hard that he dropped the belt and actually stumbled, the move winding him.

She used the second she had to flee towards the couch but shockingly Sam's recovery time was quicker then she could've ever imagined because she was suddenly bent unceremoniously across the back of the couch and Sam was wailing on her with his belt, and all she could feel was the shock of pain that came with it the spanking, and the unfairness of it all crashing down on her. She kicked as hard as she could, but there was a hand on her back keeping her forced down and then there was the roaring of Sam's voice in her ears as the belt stilled.

"What do you think you're doing, Claire?" He was angry, it was evident in both his tone and the way his hand flattened even harder on her back, forcing her to arch in response which also infuriated her. "Stop it NOW!"

"Let me GO you ape!" There was no way out, she knew it, but her pride was wounded and she just couldn't let go of the control. She couldn't. She saw the belt land on the couch pillow below her face and without a second's hesitation his hand was off her back and around her bicep, the other one wrapped into her hair and yanked her up so harshly that she couldn't stop the strangled cry that came out of her mouth. She tried in vain to stomp on his foot, but he was quicker now and before she knew it, he was sitting and she was wedged inbetween his knees, his grip out of her hair but not off her arm. She instinctively went to rub the sore spot on her scalp, a small tingle between her legs catching her off-guard. Whoah, did I LIKE that? He grabbed her jaw before she got far though and yanked her face down to meet his, forcing her to bend awkwardly at her waist.

"You. Are. A. Brat." He spat the words out harshly, shaking her face a little as he said them. His blood was boiling as hotly as her cheeks, but he was fairly certain he could see where and why this was happening. She was a brat, not the way that Emily could act sometimes when she wasn't getting what she wanted, no she was a genuine brat, the kind that needed taming as exhausting as it was.

Claire was blushing furiously, but her stomach was clenching in the same vein that her pussy was throbbing. Fighting him was turning her on? What in the world? The confusion of her feelings left her vulnerable and he unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them to her thighs faster then she could react and before she knew it, she was over his thigh and his other leg was trapping her fast and hard. The spanking began over her panties which she knew were embarrassingly damp, and she resumed her struggle in futile against him as he took over to teach her the lesson she so sorely needed.