Hey everyone!
First time posting a story here, hope you will like it. English is my second language so every mistake is my own.
This is mainly a discipline fic with focus on spanking. If that is not your thing, kindly move on.
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When he walked into his own bedroom did he find whom he was looking for. A surprised "oh" could be heard from the doorframe. His brother who helped him look for the young girl took a step in and saw where his brother found her.
The young girl stood in her fathers bedroom facing one of the corners close to the window. It was not an unusual occurrence, girl in corner in their home. However none of the men knew why. A quick glance to his brother told Dean that his brother did not order his daughter there. With a nod towards his brother did Sam stepp out of the room and shut the door to give the pair privacy.
Dean stepped fully in the room and took in everything. His daughters sniffles, her phone and charger neatly laid onto his bedside table. He took the last steps up to his daughter and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hey kiddo, care to share with me whats got you all upset?" he murmured.
The young girl turned towards her father and sought his eyes with her own. When she was face to face with the man who cared for her all her life she couldn't help it, tears fell down her cheeks as she tried to inhale to find her voice.
"Dad" got stuck in her throat. A big lump was forming and made it hard for her to find her words.
Dean for his part never liked it when his girl cried, it always tore on his heartstrings. His hand found her cheek and his thumb dried her tear away.
"Hey, hey, Im right here baby."
As she dried the sweat of her palms on her shirt she began her practiced speech.
"You're gonna be so mad", she barely whispered.
Eyebrow raised Dean held eye contact. He felt himself square his shoulder, standing straight. His full attention was on her. He didn't miss her nervous hands pulling her shirt.
"Well we wont know that until I get the full story, will we?" Dean question. He didn't like where this was going. Something in him was warning him it wasn't anything to take lightly. He removed his hand from her cheek and stroke her hair, a silent encouragement to continue. Breaking eye contact and finding a spot on the floor instead she said;
"I met someone.." the sentence broke of. The lump in her throat growing.
Displeased yet confused dean instructed her "go on" roughly.
"online.." she closed her eyes in an attempt to hide from him.
Coldness. Dean felt cold. A heavy feeling of ice in his belly spreading in his veins. A thousand thoughts ran in his mind. she met someone online?, How, when, why, what happened and how long had it gone on for? were few of the questions. Before his mind could continue making up scenarios and the like a small voice brought him back to here and now.
"He found me."
"Found you" he echoed.
She covered her face with her hands crying softly. He remembered her phone on the bedside table. Abruptly turning he forced out " face the corner" and with long strides did he reach the bedside table in no time. Grabbing the phone and a quick feeling of relief over needing no password he started his search.
Nothing out of the ordinary in messages, next he checked facebook, nothing there either.
She could hear Dean moving down the stairs saying something to Sam and then the door to the porch open and close. She hadn't meant to tell her father so poorly. Earlier had she practiced in her mind, meaning to tell dean everything in one swoop. The lump in her throat companied with the knots in her belly had made that very hard. In the end had she clumsy spit out the words.
Downstairs Sam walked in the hallway glancing up the stairs thinking of his niece. As always did he feel the need to check in on her and offer comfort. He knew though, she was safe. His decision made-up, following his brother out on the porched. Dean stood tense by the fence reading through Emmas phone.
"Hey, you wanna fill me on om whats happened?" He questioned. The evening air fresh in his lungs. Dean locked dark tired and worried eyes with him, Sam feels the despair rolling of Dean in waves.
"Shes been texting with someone on instagram, he found her Sam." He stopped mid step, chocked.
"What?"
"You heard me right the first time. She's been texting with him for weeks. Looks like she knew he wasn't what he claimed to be. Yet she continued. Theres even voice messages, from both. He's old." Dean informed him.
"Let me se Dean" Sam shortened the distance between them and took the phone Dean held out for him.
Dean gripped the fence focusing his eyes on their property. They had decided to settle down just outside the city. More country that way and still close enough for supplies and life in the city. Together they found a medium house with four bedrooms on a huge land property. There was a big barn and a old stable that needed renovating if they were to put it into use. It had been great. He loved seeing Emma running around, busy with her own projects. Last month she built a small birdhouse. He had got to help with installing it in the tree she picked out. She continued with filling it with sticks and grass for comfort. Batting her lashes to him asking for birdseeds. Dean couldn't really resist her efforts and had given in to her demands. He had felt proud of her.
Now though, the coldness from when she told him upstairs had shifted to a fire within him. He couldn't believe this had happened to them. Had they not taught Emma better?
"What do we do Sam?" He asked his brother, lost at what he was supposed to do here.
"Work through it Dean. We always do." Sam attempts to console his brother.
"Yeah, I just don't look forward to it." Dean eyed his brother.
"No, I suppose it wont be great." Sam agreed. He walked over and sat down on the porch bench they built together.
"As you said, she knew he wasn't legit. She is calling him out on it. Looks like she is trying to put some pressure on him as well." He shares with Dean.
"Yeah, I saw some of it, she might have thought she threw some heat on him" Dean answers feeling the bitter taste of the words. He hasn't happy his child had the confidence to try to essentially black mail someone who grooms children online. On the contrary he found a small amount of happiness she hadn't believed all the fake crap either. He continued;
"I'm going to ground her forever, never gonna leave her out of my sight ever again."
"You sound like dad" Sam chuckled.
"Gonna take a leaf out of his parenting style too" Was his brothers respons.
"If she ever has earn that it would be now."
The need to disciplin Emma was rare. She was a good kid. Could be a bit spicy in her temper, but Dean couldn't fault her for it. She got it honest. And she was fairly mild most often he had to confess. Most correction was him raising his eyebrow and maybe lever her with a look. Normally she would back down immediately, might roll her eyes first and maybe a deep sigh. He could live with that cause she listened to him.
This though, he couldn't live with. The fire spreading inside him makes him hear his heart pumping blood. He made his decision then.
"Im going back up, cant let her wait too long. You might want to stay outside for a bit." Dean announced moving towards the entrance. Sam nodded in understanding.
Back in the bedroom with his daughter he stands by his wooden drawer and says;
"Front and center." She hurries to obey him. She doesn't want to upset her father any further. Her big round eyes searches his face for clues and feels empty-handed. Her father never gave away anything he didn't want to.
"This is how its going to happen. You will tell me everything from the start of this up until now, and then I will spank you." He continues after she stood at attention before him.
"Yes sir." She manages to choke out. She hadn't expected him to be so direct even though she knew he always had been. As she wrapped her brain around his words she tried to remember last time she earned herself a spanking. It had been three years ago! Anything after that incident had at the most been a few warning swats here and there. Tears stung her eyes and she tried blinking them away.
"it.. um.. It began some weeks ago." She started her report.
It was when she was at her best friend Millies house everything began. They were laying on Millies family couch after school mindlessly scrolling on instagram, sending each other reels more than actual talking. When all of a sudden Emma phone alerted her of a new message on instagram. An account named aidenmayhem had texted her. Curiosity took the best of her and she opened the conversation.
Hey, you're the new girl, right?
She told Millie and they came up with a reply together. Soon their afternoons were filled with giggles and it became a thing, to answer Aiden together. They had found out his insta name was aidenmayhem because he liked to create mayhem, never backing down from a dare from one of his friends. He was only one year above her grade. So what would be the harm in playing along be, right?
In school the girls had looked around for him, and totally in a chill way asked around for him. Thats when they learned that the school had no Aiden in the grade above. His excuse had of course been that he had moved to his dad, divorced parents and all.
"That is when I started to doubt what he really said and everything". She continued her story.
She had confronted Aiden about it. And he had confessed. He was only a few years older, but she was so cute he didn't want to scare her and he hadn't known how to approach her. She had been pissed. Millie and her decided they would play him back.
"And then he really showed up, infront of the school dad. He was old, like older than you." Her truth was finished. Some part of her felt the heavy weight lift of her shoulders.
Dean was livid to say the least. Somewhere his mind had the time to answer her oblivious jab to his age with a internal thanks for that kid. He saved face before Emma noticed he took offense. Dean felt he couldn't stand still anymore. With a quick order for the girl to make herself ready for bed did he send her away to come back in five minutes. Meanwhile he gathered the old brush and put it under the pillow, away from his daughters view.
"What do you think could have happened Emma?" Dean leveled the question with the look that always affected her the most when she arrived back to the room.
"I dont know" she nearly lost her ability to speak.
"I dont accept, i don't know, as an answer, never have. You know this. Try again" He answered with a touch of steel to his voice.
" I.. uh.. I could have been hurt, kidnapped maybe, um… he could have done mean things and used my name in stuff." She tried answering. She knew it could have been bad, part of her didn't really want to confess to dad how bad. If she didn't admit to it maybe he wouldn't mention it either.
"Try being killed. What would I do then, huh? What would Sam do? I don't even know if we would have a body to bury." Dean knew he took it far but he needed her to see how awful it all could have been. She needed to understand the severity of the situation.
She hadn't even thought of what her beloved parent would do if she had died, or her uncle. She just thought of not wanting do be drag to a strange forest to not be seen again. She tried to wipe the tears that fell down and stand straight. What could she answer with? The girls only answer was a meed "Yes sir".
He had the desired effect on the girl with his last respons. Stepping around her he sat down on the bed and called softly for her to come over to him. Reaching for her hand he looked up to her meeting her eyes.
"Do you remember how this goes?" He asked her genuinely, knowing it had been years sense her last trip over his knee.
She could feel her face heat up at the question. Why did he ask that? It wasn't like a kid could forget.
"Daddy" She stammered. "too old" she tried weakly.
"In this house, you're not. Shorts and underwear down little girl and over my lap." He ordered.
She couldn't believe this. How did it come down to this? Blushing deeply she tried to make her shaky hands untie her pyjamas shorts. Taking pity on his only child he removed her hands and untied them quickly letting them fall to floor. He continued and pulled down the girls black hipster panties below her knees. Reaching back for her hand he gently pulled her down over his knee.
Again not believing where she found herself for the evening. She couldn't remember last she felt so embarrassed. She tried to settle over her father lap. Her father was a strong man and she was reminded of that in this position. Suddenly she was aware of the breeze over her body making her skin react with goosbumps. She felt her father tug her closer, one arm around her with his hand on her waist. It made her shirt rise up and she realized there was no protection to what her father could see.
Taking a last look on the girls pale backside he felt calm. This was right, and he resolved himself to deliver a sound punishment to his daughter. She was alive, laying over his lap. Safe, not dead. He could do this. Breathing in he raised his hand, breathing out he let it fall.
The first time his hand made contact she gasped startled, dad wasn't kidding, she knew this was going to be one for the memories. She tried to stay stoic even though silent tears escaped her eyes. Within moments small gasps joined the sound of Deans hand falling on her backside. When Dean could hear her pleas and sniffles and cries of pleas no more he new the first part soon was done, he raised his knee and focused on the sensitive part where thigh meet butt, and is rewarded with hissing.
She must have something wrong with her memory. Her last spanking couldn't have started nearly as harshly as this one did. Dads hand fell in an uneven pattern not once allowing her to predict where the next swat would land. Thoughts of trying to stay stoic left the chat almost instantly. Dad could spank! And hard! She would never do anything stupid again.
"Please daddy!" she begged. " Never again, I promise!" talking and crying at the same time was hard. Luckily her dad understood her fluently crying or not.
"You most certainly will not, if this doesn't take care of that Ill take you out to the barn for a week full of spankings. Anything similar in the future and Ill take a switch to your backside." He responded and added swats to her thighs.
No matter how mad dad was he never let it show in his voice under punishment. Always calm and steady. His voice gave her something to hold on to. She tried to answer back
"No, Ill be good, please no more! As her hand shot back to try and protect her sore behind.
"Move your hand, Emma. Do your best to stay in position." He instructed her.
"Youre doing good kid, soon we'll move on to the second part." He encourage her.
Second part she thought, that cannot mean something good. Last time I got the brush and hated the sting it left her with. She could only cry as the spanking continued.
Dean felt satisfied with the warmup and finished up with a few swats to the center of Emmas butt. After shaking out his own hand he rewarded Emma with rubbing her back while talking to her.
"You did so good kid, the warmup is all done baby." He removed his hand from her back and Emma could hear the belt being unbuckled. Starting to cry harder she begged for mercy.
"Not the belt daddy, please! I never, you never..Im sorry! Sorry!" she tried her best articulating her fear. Dean had never used the belt before.
"You will get your age with the belt baby, one stroke for every year of your life you risked. I cant lose you kid. You mean too much too me." As hard as it was for him to hear her cries and sorries the need to have her home every night was much stronger.
And with that he let Emmas first experience with the belt take place. Slow and strong strokes fell on her butt allowing the pain to register in her brain in between each one. Instantly she tried to rise up only Deans arm holding her down. Her kicking increased so Dean repositioned her with his right leg over both of hers. After the sixth stroke she was a blubbering mess, promising her daddy everything between heaven and earth if only he was done. After a dussin strong blows she became limp over her fathers knee, accepting her punishment.
Deans heart broke hearing his baby cry in earnest. He rushed the last few hits with the belt, he wanted this to be done. He still intended to use the brush over the belts damage to her poor bottom.
Emma couldn't hear the belt land on the floor. She didn't even notice Dean wasn't spanking anymore. After a few moments she could feel his hand rubbing her back again. Catching her breath she cried out for her daddy softly.
"Im so sorry daddy." Tears could be heard in her voice.
"This is personal to me Emma. I can't loose you to something like this, You're to smart for it. I know we taught you better sweet girl." Dean spoke to his daughter while he grabbed the brush from under his pillow. Placing the cool backside to her burning bottom he finished what he felt the need to say.
"I am ending your spanking with ten of my best with the brush. All you need to do is hold on and take it. Your doing really well my girl."
To spent from crying and trashing during the belting Emma could only lay over her daddy's lap and accept what her daddy told her. Feeling the brushes cool backside to her bottom had her grip the bedsheets and hide her face in the crook of her elbow. Dean hurried to finnish up this awful punishment for himself just as for his little girl.
Finally being able to provide comfort Dean started whispering sweet nothings to give Emma something to anchor on to. Slowly did she calm down listening to her fathers soothing voice.
"Did so good, proud of you baby, everything is okay now."
Dean gather his child into his arms, mindful of her sore bottom not touching anything. Emma burried her face in her daddy's chest soaking in the comfort. Deans strong arms wrapped around her, nothing but a safe feeling washing over her. Slowly rocking her talking in a low voice promising a clean slate for them both. It did not take long for Emma to start yawning rubbing her eyes. Honest signs of what a proper spanking equals, sleepiness. Dean reached for her sleeping shorts to dress her for bed. Emmas earlier embarrassment about lack of clothes forgotten barely hanged on to help. Dean tucked her in on the side of the bed closest to the window kissing her goodnight. He sat with her until she softly snored.
After putting away the implements he used so his daughter wouldn't have to wake up to them did he walked downstairs. Surprised over Sam meeting him with cold beers but not one to not accept a gift. Both brothers sat down on the bench on the porch discussing what their future held before finding peace in silent companionship.
She lost all her social media accounts for the foreseeable future. Dad actually confiscated her phone and laptop. The latter was only allowed to be used incase homework called for it. Day after she had to write Sam an essay on online safety and how predators work. He took her to the small towns library for her research. It was hard to build up the trust again in her little family, with many nights next to her dad, especially in the beginning. Both father and daughter felt anxiety separated from each other.
It didn't take Sam longer than a week to find the guy. He lived in the next town. Too close to both of their comfort. It was clear to them that the guy had known where Emma had been all along the entire time without her knowing. The brothers payed him a short visit when Emma was in school. She never found out about that visit.
The following week had breaking news in the local paper about a internet groomer, a predator of the communities youngest members had been caught and was facing a trial after a lengthy medical treatment.
Notes:
This is it. Hope you enjoyed it. It was fun to write, however also a challenge for me.
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