Maybe If You'd Behave

I'm not arguing

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Dean: I'm trying to understand why you thought it would help you, to swing on me. What good did you think that was gonna do for you?

Krissy: I don't know! But I already said I was sorry! I don't know what more you want me to say!

Dean: You think "I'm sorry" is gonna get you out of trouble for swinging on me?

Krissy: I don't know!

Dean: You three seem to like adding things on to the reasons why you're already in trouble. When you find out that you're getting spanked, you don't even try to help yourselves. Instead, you decide to see how many more reasons you can add on to the reasons why you're getting spanked. That's not gonna help you, at all, Krissy.

Krissy: But why do you always think you need to spank us?! This is fucking ridiculous!

Dean: Because you all think that you need to misbehave and do bad shit, in order to have any kind of fun. Having fun doesn't need to consist of misbehaving or sneaking off to places that you have no business being. I think you need to reevaluate what you think is fun. Because sneaking out, smoking weed, stealing. That's only gonna get you in trouble. And it's only a matter of time before a cop catches you, instead of me and Sam. What are you gonna do when a cop catches you doing something illegal, instead of me or Sam?

Krissy: I'm not gonna get caught! I know how to be secretive about shit!

Dean: And that's supposed to help you?

Well it helps me hide my weed from you. So yeah, it does help me. You haven't found my weed stash yet. So obviously, it's helping me.

Krissy: Just get the fuck off me!

Dean: Not until I think you've actually learned a lesson.

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I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna murder him, in his sleep. He'll never see it coming. But he and Sam have a pretty long history of coming back from the dead, so that definitely wouldn't be a good idea.

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Despite my other thoughts, I do love Dean. I just wish he had better methods of "discipline". Spanking is stupid, and it's not gonna stop me from swinging on him or Sam again. So he's really just doing this for nothing.

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

If I tell him what he wants to hear, then maybe I'll have a higher chance of getting up.

Krissy: Yeah.

Dean: Tell me.

Krissy: Because I swung on you.

Dean: And?

Krissy: And I called you an asshole.

Dean: And?

Krissy: Ok, now you're being excessive. There is no other "And".

Dean: And you've been being extremely disrespectful, all day. I don't know what you're problem is, but you're either gonna cut it out, or you're gonna find yourself back in this position. Do you understand me?

"you've been being extremely disrespectful, all day". Bitch, you're lucky I didn't stab you.

Krissy: Yes, Sir.

You're still lucky I didn't stab you. I can still stab you. I have a knife on me, right now. And you're being mighty disrespectful. Do you really wanna disrespect somebody that would stab you?

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Krissy: I thought it was over!

Dean: I can't just talk to you, and then let you up, mid spanking. That's not gonna teach you any lessons. That's just gonna teach you that all you have to say is exactly what I wanna hear, and I'll let you up. That's not how this works. I need to know that you understand why I'm spanking you, and that I'll do it again, if necessary.

BUT IT WASN'T NECESSARY THIS TIME, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! WHAT THE FUCK ACTUALLY GOES TROUGH THIS MAN'S FUCKING HEAD?! JESUS CHRIST! YOU BETTER SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPENED, BITCH!

Krissy: Well I understand. So let me up.

Dean: Hold on. Last round. Breathe in.

I take a deep breath, and he starts bringing down his belt again. I've never thought so hard about murdering somebody before.

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He puts his belt down, then pulls my underwear and pants back up. I get up and just stand in front of him, because I don't know what else to do. While I'm looking at the floor, Dean uses his sleeve to wipe a tear off my face. I wasn't aware that I was crying, and now I'm a little embarrassed. Who cries and doesn't realize that they're crying? That's so fucking embarrassing.

Dean: You also can't do things to get yourself in trouble, and then cry about getting in trouble.

Krissy: Leave me alone.

Dean: Do you want me to leave you in here, so you can be alone?

Krissy: No. I just don't want you to talk to me right now, because I'm mad at you.

Dean: Alright. Can I hug you, though?

Krissy: Yeah.

He pulls me into a hug, and I rest my head on his shoulder. Since he wants to spank people for no reason, I'm gonna make him hold me.