Maybe If You'd Behave

I'm not arguing

Dean: What was that?

His tone kinda makes me regret saying that. I wanted him to hear it, but now he sounds like he's actually annoyed.

Krissy: Nothing. I'm going to my room.

Dean: The next time you come out, you better leave that attitude in there.

Krissy: Whatever, Asshole.

Dean: Alright. Looks like we're both going to your room.

Before I can run to my room, where I was gonna lock the door, Dean's grabbing my arm and taking me there.

Krissy: Come on! You've been called way worse than an asshole!

Dean: But that was by people who weren't living under my care.

Krissy: I'm 18! I'm not under anybody's care!

Dean: You're living in my house, so you're living under my care. You're either gonna show me some respect, or you're gonna find yourself over my knees. You should know this by know.

Krissy: You're such a bitch sometimes!

Dean: Keep talking. You're just making your spanking longer.

He takes me inside my room, and closes and locks the door. He tries taking me to my bed, but I get out of his grip, and take a swing on him. Now, I know that swinging on him wasn't the best idea, hell, it wasn't even a half decent idea. But I'm not just gonna let him spank me. He's fucking insane, if he really thinks that I'm just gonna let him spank me. The next thing I know, I'm pinned against the wall, and he's breathing in my ear. Bitch, your breath is hot. Move.

Krissy: Dean-

Dean: So far, all of you have taken a swing on me, at least once. I'm not gonna keep letting you get away with it. You keep saying you're 18, like that's supposed to excuse you from discipline. And when we prove to you, that being 18 doesn't excuse you from shit, you get mad and do shit like swinging on me. If you wanna be grown so bad, I'm gonna treat you like you're grown. You still wanna swing on me?

Krissy: Let me go!

Dean: What? You don't think you're grown anymore? Because a second ago, you sure-

Krissy: I'm sorry! Ok?! Get off me!

Dean: You just got yourself another month added to your grounding. I hope it was worth it.

He takes me off the wall, and takes me to my bed. Before I know it, I'm over his knees, with my pants and underwear at my ankles, and he's bringing down his belt. Why is he so quick to use the belt? All I did was swing on him. Come on. Don't be a pussy. Swing back, Bitch. But no. He won't swing back. He'd rather pussy out and use his belt, instead.

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This is so fucking rude. I get bored, and I get spanked for it? You can't tell me that this shit's normal. It's not normal. I know normal, and this ain't it. Dean needs serious therapy, because why the fuck are you spanking me for being bored? I wasn't aware that it was such a problem to be bored. I guess I'm not allowed to be bored anymore.