Maybe If You'd Behave

Problem solved

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Like, I don't see why I NEED to be getting spanked right now. Why can't we just talk about it? Would talking about it be such a bad thing? I think just talking about the problem would solve a lot more than spanking me. But I like to argue, so maybe not. I'm actually in the mood to argue, right now.

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Dean: Do you understand why you're in this position?

Jay: I understand that you're in a mood, or you started your man period, and now you're taking your frustrations out on me.

Dean: You must not wanna get up any time soon.

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Saying that might not have been the smartest move, but I thought it was funny. I thought it was hilarious, actually.

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It's not that funny anymore. I'm actually starting to get annoyed. Why are spankings so fucking long? This is taking fucking forever. It feels like I've been here for years.

Jay: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

Dean: Absolutely not!

He takes off his belt and starts bringing that down instead of his hand. This bitch. Does "AHHHHH" not work anymore? Damn. It worked pretty well before. What the fuck happened?

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Dean: You're not gonna scream at the top of your lungs, every time I spank you. I don't fucking think so. That's not gonna do what you want it to do. It's not gonna get you out of a spanking. It's only gonna make things worse for you.

Damn. I think I screamed at a nerve. But you know what? At least it's still not bare. Of course, the second I have that thought, he pulls my pants and underwear down, and continues bringing down his belt.

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Jay: Dean! What the fuck?!

Dean: If you wanna be disrespectful and argue with people, then you're gonna face the consequences. You can't do exactly what we tell you not to do, and then wonder why you're in trouble. You like to do exactly what we tell you not to do, and then argue with us about it, and then you wanna wonder why you're in trouble. You're in trouble because you don't like to listen, and you like to argue. Sam wasn't even mad, at first. He was just trying to tell you to move your shoes, and to not leave them in the middle of the floor. But you wanted to turn it into an argument. You can't do that, and then wonder why you're in trouble. You also called him a bitch, when he didn't get you out of trouble. Did you really think that that was gonna help you, at all?

Jay: I only called him a bitch, because he was being a bitch. He always helps me, but today he chose not to? That's kinda bitchy.

Dean: It's not bitchy. It's him trying to make you face the consequences of your own actions. He knows that he's usually the one to pull you out of whatever trouble you got yourself in. But he can't keep doing that, so he's not gonna do it anymore. He's gonna let you face the consequences for the things that you do. He knows that he can't keep pulling you out of whatever trouble you get yourself in.

Jay: Whatever. Are you gonna let me up or not? Because it's kinda weird talking to somebody with your whole ass out.

Dean: Hold on. Breathe in.

I take a deep breath and he starts bringing down his belt again.

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He stops and puts his belt down. He pulls my underwear and pants back up, and I get off his knees.

Dean: If you don't wanna get spanked, don't argue with us about doing things that you were told, multiple times, not to do. I don't know why you think that's so difficult.

Jay: You're not mad at me, are you?

I hate spankings, but I think I hate it even more when my big brothers are mad at me. And you're not aloud to judge me, because I said so. I think most people have at least one person that they don't want mad at them.

Dean: No. I'm not mad at you. I just want you to behave, and stop arguing with us when you know you're in the wrong. You're only gonna get yourself in more trouble than you're already in. You're already grounded. You don't need to be doing things that you know are gonna get you in trouble. You should be trying to get ungrounded, not fight with us.

Jay: You're talking to me like you're mad at me, though.

Dean: I'm not mad at you.

He pulls me into a hug, and I rest my head on his shoulder. I actually might fall asleep, but he doesn't need to know that.

Dean: Are you falling asleep? He asks while looking over at me.

Jay: No.

Dean: It's ok if you are.

Jay: Don't worry about it.

I don't know why, but Dean makes it so easy to fall asleep. He just gives off a level of comfort that I can't describe. Like a Dad level of comfort. I mean...not MY Dad...but we're not gonna talk about that, because my Dad was like, the least comforting person to ever exist.

Jay: If I do fall asleep, are you gonna stay with me?

Dean: Of course. I'll still be here when you wake up.

That's all I needed to hear, before I fell asleep.