Dean's Little Kink
by Minx
Dean grunted under the barrage of stinging swats landing on his denim-clad butt. The wooden paddle his dad was wielding left an intense burn across his throbbing ass cheeks, the prickly, tenderness making him squirm in discomfort at the same time it kindled a delicious warmth in his belly. He smiled inwardly. This wasn’t the first time a spanking had gotten him hard.
He had been around twelve the first time it had happened. Dad had left him and Sam with Pastor Jim for a few days and Dean had gotten into trouble with one of the female volunteers at the good pastor’s church, resulting in a rather thorough spanking over the pretty thirty-something’s lap. Dean had been somewhat surprised to find himself sporting wood all of a sudden in the middle of the ass beating, but had chalked it up to hormones – his adolescent brain confusing the pain of the swats with the tantalizing proximity of boobs and perfume. Flustered, he’d quickly escaped to the nearest bathroom afterwards, tugging his shirt over the front of his jeans to hide his obvious erection.
Dean figured it was a one-time aberration, but it had happened again a few months later when Sam had thrown a grade “A” hissy fit because Dad refused to take them to Disneyland , even though they were less than half an hour away from ‘the happiest place on Earth’ and would be in the vicinity for more than a week while their father was working a ‘business deal’.
After patiently watching Sammy shout and rant for several minutes as he kicked the wall and chucked the TV remote across the motel room, John finally decided to really give his youngest child something to complain about. Dad had picked Sammy up and tossed him over his knee, yanking down the kid’s pants at the same time, and had spanked Sam’s little butt to a glowing cherry red color.
Normally, Dean would have beat a hasty retreat outside until the ass beating was over or, at the very least, he would have turned away in uncomfortable sympathy for his little brother. Instead, Dean had watched the spanking with something akin to awe, completely transfixed by the way Sam’s ass wriggled under their dad’s firm, hard swats; the pale smooth skin growing an angry, splotchy red as Sammy cried and pleaded with their dad to end the punishment.
Dean’s eyes darkened, pupils expanding in excitement. His heart tripped crazily in his chest, as he felt a familiar tingling heat build in his groin just behind his balls. He’d stood, gaping at the scene of his brother getting spanked, until the uncomfortable throbbing of his dick pressing against the tight confines of his jeans snapped him out of it. Dean flushed deeply, and had quickly sought the privacy of the bathroom to take care of his hard-on before his dad noticed what was going on.
After that, Dean just accepted the fact that he had a spanking kink. He’d never thought of himself as a prude, and his dad being an ex-Marine, had been pretty open to explaining anything and everything of a sexual nature to his sons, the better to prepare them, he said. So, it didn’t really bother Dean that he seemed to get off on the whole idea of spanking. And it didn’t matter if he was the one getting his butt warmed or if it was someone else either. Just the thought of a firm ripe ass being bent over and getting smacked repeatedly got him rock hard. And if you added some tearful yelps to that picture? Well, then, Dean just about came in his pants.
He began spending inordinate amounts of his spare time scouring libraries looking for books that might contain spanking scenes in them. To Dean’s dismay, most of the novels that fit the bill were chick books – ‘bodice rippers’ Uncle Bobby called them. That didn’t stop him from snaking a few off the shelf now and again. Hey, a guy had to get his kicks where he could. He lucked out in Omaha when he was fourteen, discovering a few ‘specialty’ adult magazines in a trash bin behind a motel they’d been staying at. The magazines were full of short stories and glossy color photos of half- naked chicks getting spanked with various implements, some tied up or handcuffed even. Dean just about wore the skin off his palm in the first few weeks of finding that little treasure trove.
As he got a little older, Dean found he enjoyed giving as much as receiving. He nearly drove Sam to fratricide finding any and every excuse to haul his baby brother over his lap for a good butt whipping. Sam finally complained to their dad about Dean’s overzealous use of corporal punishment which had earned Dean his own painful bare-bottomed spanking from their father that had put a pleased smirk on Dean’s face and a tent pole in his pants for days afterwards every time he sat down on his tender rear.
“Something funny to you, Dean?” John growled as he snapped the paddle down onto his son’s scorched behind in quick succession a half dozen more times.
Dean jumped and bit his lip hard at the fierce explosion of heat that burst across his ass, sending waves of shuddering sensations throughout his body to pool in his crotch. He clenched his teeth to keep from groaning out loud.
“No sir,” Dean lied. “Nothing funny here.”
THE END
He had been around twelve the first time it had happened. Dad had left him and Sam with Pastor Jim for a few days and Dean had gotten into trouble with one of the female volunteers at the good pastor’s church, resulting in a rather thorough spanking over the pretty thirty-something’s lap. Dean had been somewhat surprised to find himself sporting wood all of a sudden in the middle of the ass beating, but had chalked it up to hormones – his adolescent brain confusing the pain of the swats with the tantalizing proximity of boobs and perfume. Flustered, he’d quickly escaped to the nearest bathroom afterwards, tugging his shirt over the front of his jeans to hide his obvious erection.
Dean figured it was a one-time aberration, but it had happened again a few months later when Sam had thrown a grade “A” hissy fit because Dad refused to take them to Disneyland , even though they were less than half an hour away from ‘the happiest place on Earth’ and would be in the vicinity for more than a week while their father was working a ‘business deal’.
After patiently watching Sammy shout and rant for several minutes as he kicked the wall and chucked the TV remote across the motel room, John finally decided to really give his youngest child something to complain about. Dad had picked Sammy up and tossed him over his knee, yanking down the kid’s pants at the same time, and had spanked Sam’s little butt to a glowing cherry red color.
Normally, Dean would have beat a hasty retreat outside until the ass beating was over or, at the very least, he would have turned away in uncomfortable sympathy for his little brother. Instead, Dean had watched the spanking with something akin to awe, completely transfixed by the way Sam’s ass wriggled under their dad’s firm, hard swats; the pale smooth skin growing an angry, splotchy red as Sammy cried and pleaded with their dad to end the punishment.
Dean’s eyes darkened, pupils expanding in excitement. His heart tripped crazily in his chest, as he felt a familiar tingling heat build in his groin just behind his balls. He’d stood, gaping at the scene of his brother getting spanked, until the uncomfortable throbbing of his dick pressing against the tight confines of his jeans snapped him out of it. Dean flushed deeply, and had quickly sought the privacy of the bathroom to take care of his hard-on before his dad noticed what was going on.
After that, Dean just accepted the fact that he had a spanking kink. He’d never thought of himself as a prude, and his dad being an ex-Marine, had been pretty open to explaining anything and everything of a sexual nature to his sons, the better to prepare them, he said. So, it didn’t really bother Dean that he seemed to get off on the whole idea of spanking. And it didn’t matter if he was the one getting his butt warmed or if it was someone else either. Just the thought of a firm ripe ass being bent over and getting smacked repeatedly got him rock hard. And if you added some tearful yelps to that picture? Well, then, Dean just about came in his pants.
He began spending inordinate amounts of his spare time scouring libraries looking for books that might contain spanking scenes in them. To Dean’s dismay, most of the novels that fit the bill were chick books – ‘bodice rippers’ Uncle Bobby called them. That didn’t stop him from snaking a few off the shelf now and again. Hey, a guy had to get his kicks where he could. He lucked out in Omaha when he was fourteen, discovering a few ‘specialty’ adult magazines in a trash bin behind a motel they’d been staying at. The magazines were full of short stories and glossy color photos of half- naked chicks getting spanked with various implements, some tied up or handcuffed even. Dean just about wore the skin off his palm in the first few weeks of finding that little treasure trove.
As he got a little older, Dean found he enjoyed giving as much as receiving. He nearly drove Sam to fratricide finding any and every excuse to haul his baby brother over his lap for a good butt whipping. Sam finally complained to their dad about Dean’s overzealous use of corporal punishment which had earned Dean his own painful bare-bottomed spanking from their father that had put a pleased smirk on Dean’s face and a tent pole in his pants for days afterwards every time he sat down on his tender rear.
“Something funny to you, Dean?” John growled as he snapped the paddle down onto his son’s scorched behind in quick succession a half dozen more times.
Dean jumped and bit his lip hard at the fierce explosion of heat that burst across his ass, sending waves of shuddering sensations throughout his body to pool in his crotch. He clenched his teeth to keep from groaning out loud.
“No sir,” Dean lied. “Nothing funny here.”
THE END