Dean's pov
I held Alex in position bent over the bed, my belt in hand, as I waited for him to respond. For the love of God, why can't this kid just admit what he did was wrong and apologize so we can put an end to this? So many days I wished I had his mother's permission to spank his ass, but now that I have it, I don't want it. I've never been this conflicted when it came to spanking Katie, or even Drew that one time, but this is different. There's just nothin' black and white about this kid. Everytime I think I've got him figured out, he does somethin' to surprise me.
Come on, kid. Growing impatient for him to respond, I looked down at him and sighed, resigning myself to carry out the rest of this punishment, until I noticed something that made me change my mind. Alex's shoulders were shaking so slightly it was almost imperceptible. He was crying.
"Alex," I softly called out his name, gently gripping his shoulder to get his attention. I want him to look at me. I need to know for sure.
"What?" he replied quietly, turning his head to the side. Confirming my suspicion, I saw the tear streaks on his cheek and the water brimming in his eyes.
"Sit up and look at me, son," I quietly stated, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"No, I hate you," he replied, with little to no conviction. "Leave me the fuck alone," he added, softly, sadly almost.
"Talk to me, kid," I said, sitting down on the bed next to him. "Tell me what's goin' through your head right now."
"I'm hating you, cuz you're a jerk," he mumbled into his comforter.
"Either sit up and talk to me, or I'll put you over my knee again and we can have our conversation with you face down over my lap. Choose wisely."
"I'm not going over your lap again, sicko," he said, pulling up his jeans befors sitting upright and wiping his eyes. He grimaced noticeably when his ass made contact with the bed. Shifting his weight onto his hip, he looked at me with a mixture of disdain and confusion. "I thought you were gonna beat me with your belt now. Isn't that what you've been wantin' to do from day one?" he asked, voice dripping heavy with sarcasm.
"You think I enjoyed this? Spanking you?"
"Yeah I do. You probably got off on it, pervert."
Running my hand down my face, I took a deep breath to keep from losing my temper with the boy. Now I can better understand why Sammy and I pissed off Dad so often.
"You know it's not too late for me to beat your ass with this belt," I warned, picking it up off the bed. "Keep it up with the smart ass comments and I will, junior. Understand me?"
"Whatever," Alex grumbled.
"No, not whatever," I stated sternly, standing up, my belt in hand, ready at the use. "Try, yes sir." This kid has gotta learn some respect. He's way too old to be acting like a bratty little toddler with a colorful vocabulary and no filter.
Alex scoffed, thinking I was bluffing.
"There's no fuckin' way I'm calling you sir," he sneered at me. "This ain't the army and you aren't my fuckin' drill sergeant."
Wow, just experienced a little deja vu there. Guess this kid'll learn the chain of command the same way I did. At the hand of his father's belt.
"The disrespect ends now, kid. Either answer me yes sir, or take five strokes of my belt."
"You're crazy," Alex replied dismissively.
I grabbed him by the arm and flipped him on his stomach. Holding him down with my left hand pressed against his lower back, I slapped my belt down hard, knowing it'll take some extra force to make an impression through the denim of his jeans.
"OW! What the fuck, man? That hurt!" Alex shouted, squirming under my hold.
Spanking him again with the belt, even harder this time, I replied, "I'm not hearing yes sir I understand you." I brought the belt down again on his sore behind, the sharp slap of the leather against his tight skinny jeans reverberating loudly off the walls. Getting no response other than some grunting, I continued to spank him hard.
"OW! Knock it off," Alex protested after the eighth or ninth stroke, reaching his hand back to cover his butt. "I thought you said five strokes," he complained loudly, clearly missing the point of my correction.
"I also told you, swearing gets you extras. Didn't I?" When he didn't immediately respond, I set my belt down momentarily so I could take his jeans down. He struggled and fought me so much, his underwear ended up coming down with them, now leaving me a bare canvas to paint red. I continued to stripe his bottom, determined to reach this kid's breaking point so I could finally get through to him. This behavior and defiance has to stop. The kid's gonna be a man in a few years and if no one puts him in his place now, it'll be too late. Some guy in a bar someday will probably beat the shit out of him when he mouths off to him or his girlfriend. I know I would've.
Alex continued to struggle beneath my hold, grunting in pain while trying fruitlessly to remove his freshly spanked ass from the line of fire of my wicked leather belt. Dammit, I'm becoming more and more like John Winchester everyday. I never believed Sammy when he said, I idolized the guy so much I was turning into him but maybe I should've. When it came to disciplining us though, I don't necessarily think he was always wrong.
Sammy and I turned out alright, afterall. I mean I'm more amazing of course but that's just because I'm naturally awesome. Some of that has got to be in part because our dad didn't hesitate to put us in our place when necessary and sometimes even when it wasn't, but that's a story for another day. I think in this case, it's definitely necessary. I want this kid to grow up right. His little brother looks up to him just like Sammy looks up to me.
He needs to set the right example to be a good role model for the little guy. I mean, where would Sammy be today if he didn't have me showing him the way, leading him down the right path. He'd probably be playin' guitar in a subway station somewhere, begging for spare change like some filthy hippie. God, he's lucky to have me for a big brother. I want Drew to feel that way about Alex. In order for that to happen, I've gotta teach this kid some discipline and respect for authority, just like Dad did for us.
"This ends when you give me the answer I'm looking for," I reiterated, as I began spanking his upper thighs. It shouldn't take long now. I always cracked pretty quickly when Dad started in on my thighs, despite how stubborn and bull-headed I was. Still am, according to some who shall remain nameless. Yeah, John Winchester sure knew how to make a boy miserable. Him and his sidekick, whatever belt he had currently holdin' up his pants. And if he didn't have one on for some reason, he wouldn't hesitate to whip you with your own, providing a nice dose of humiliation.
"STOP! OW! FUCKING STOP! PLEASE!" Alex cried out after I turned his butt and thighs a fire engine red with this spanking.
"Have I made my point clear? Do you understand me now, son?" I asked sternly, delivering the hardest stroke yet across the center of his buttcheeks.
"YES, YES SIR!" Alex practically screeched, immediately rubbing his bottom when I released my hold on him.
Looping my belt back around my waist, I stated firmly, "I'm gonna expect that answer more often from now on. When you're in trouble or being corrected, it's yes sir no sir, or yes ma'am no ma'am if you're speaking to a woman. I know it's going to take some getting used to but I am going to enforce it, make no mistake about it. Am I clear, son?"
Pulling up his underwear and jeans before turning on his side to face me, Alex wiped his watery eyes and runny nose with the sleeve of his t-shirt.
"Yes sir," he replied so submissively, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear it wasn't his voice comin' out of his mouth.
"Take a quick bathroom break then return ready to talk," I stated with authority.
A few minutes later, Alex returned, walking rather stiffly. He's gonna feel the after effects of this spanking for the next few days.
"Take a seat," I said, eliciting a slight smile from him as he saw I had placed one of his bed pillows on his desk chair.
"Do I have to?" he asked sheepishly, jamming his hands in his front pockets as he looked down at his feet.
"Yes, son, you do," I stated simply, expecting him to obey without further argument.
Sitting his spanked ass down gingerly on the pillow, he looked up at me and asked, "Why do you do that?"
"Do what?" I questioned, honestly having no clue what he was referring to.
"Call me son," he stated with such innocence and sincerity, it broke my heart.
Getting choked up, I took a deep breath before responding, "Because you are my son, Alex, in every way that matters."