Title: Clauses and Stipulations
Word Count: 1521 words
Summary: Sam Winchester is entering into a relationship with a sub he met called Dean Smith, and is setting the proviso of their upcoming move-in life in Sam's condo.
It is really suggested that you do read part 1 first to understand the context of this note, knowing that the rest of the story is really for adult appreciation and, as well, deals with mature concepts...
Notes: Chapter created in response to the Letter challenge at spanking_world in which one party must either ask or suggest to the other the possibility of introducing spanking in their relationship.
Thank you: A special thank you to ilikecrystals for taking an interest in this series and helping streamline my thoughts and clarify it's expression. Thanks to her, In the Service of his Master is now back to being an on-going series :)
I know that slavery has different connotations for each person having to think about the concept. It has been an institution that dehumanized people that had no choices and no other options, it takes away any heroic ambitions the slave owners and traders may ever have harbored because what they did to children, women, elderly removed the proof of their abilities to be followed as the leaders they postured to be and instead clearly demonstrated that it was a structure meant to simply benefit those at the top, the Masters.
Therefore, I want you to understand from the get go that even though we will be in a live-in fetish relationship, in which I will be the Master and you will be my submissive or maybe even what is referred to as the slave, it is set as a place for both of us to find happiness, together, working with the same goal.
At no point in time will it be a self-serving situation in which everything you do will be about pleasing me, with no pleasure or fulfillment for yourself.
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Link to Part 2 of In the Service of his Master
Thank you for reading and commenting if inspired, it's appreciated :)
Author: Spanked by Spike spankedbyspike
Fandom: Supernatural End of Season 4 – Missing scene - PG13
Characters: Dean and Sam Winchesters, sibling relationship
Implement: Hand, Hairbrush, Belt
Prompt Words for the Team Chalenge at spn_spankings: Betrayal, Resolutions, Crime and Punishment, Truth(s) and Lie(s), Epiphany
A Special Thank You for the perfect Illustrations prepared for this story by the enchanting jj1564 who found the time to help in her busy schedule: you rock!
Summary: Ruby has created quite the wedge between the two brothers and finally when she is killed it gives the opportunity to Dean and Sam to figure how to fix their strained relationship.
Author’s Notes: This particular story contains a consensual spanking between two sibling adults and is not wincest oriented. (all comments are welcome and appreciated of course)
Dean was not a leader, not in the way his father was, not in the way he thinks Grandpa Campbell managed his family, or Bobby and Rufus were. There was something very simple in the way he approached his life; live and let live. He didn’t care what other people were doing, when they were doing it and why. He had one purpose in life, to hunt monsters and certify to the masses they would not be causing any more trouble by the time he left town.
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Sorry for any mistakes, I haven't written anything big in ages but I hope you can still enjoy this, SbS :)
Word count: 483 words
I was . . . boundless and timeless, a being that had seen it all and that was still in awe to the value and power of each and every single soul in my care.
I am . . . Death, it’s neither pretty nor ugly. It’s a name that has no significance to me because what it represents to Humans is the shortening of their hopes, lives and opportunities, while to me, Death is a being that cannot and will not be bothered by the insignificance of specks of life shining bright for such a short time. I could as well be called Paul or Alpha or Zeta…
I think . . . that there is something really transcendent in the lives of the Winchester’s. Their multitude of resurrections, the fact they’ve been on the path of so many of his siblings, survived those encounters and lived to tell the tale and fight another night is simply astonishing.
I wonder . . . how with decades of Men of Letters, Demons, Hunters and Archangels, now is the time I am pulled from the abyss, the chaos, the nothingness to become part of the tug of war the Winchester boys are playing.
I wish . . . I could remember… the beginning of times, the friendships, the dreams, the expectations, the passions that must have existed, that must have belied these creations, that I could wake up morning after morning and just decide to care, hope to be able to mind, feel a flutter of concern, maybe the tension of drama, if not of pleasure.
I save . . . moments of gratifications for when I have to go topside, a pizza here, a hot dog there, and even pickle chips, not even marred by the fact they come from a poisoned fruit, a certain Dean Winchester.
I always . . . loved order, and my army of reapers. Together we live by very simple rules, a beautiful world of give and take, of clean submission to the nature of things.
I can't imagine . . . what else to say to the request Dean just made. It’s visceral; I can’t take the anarchy he brings to this universe. I meant it when I uttered last, “Don’t thank me; just clean your mess!”
I believe . . .in respect. Respect in my being, what I represent, the power I wield and the infinity that is our cosmos.
I promise . . . to punish any miscreant trying to play the system, any person trying to bind me or one of my Reaper, and event to smite any Demon that believes the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse could lower themselves to do their binding.
I love . . . wandering off… The tasks are often too repetitive, mindless, at times probably useless. So I take time for myself and take the road less travelled…
I am . . . not ashamed of where my priorities lie... with Sammy, with Castiel, with those we saved along the way.
I think . . . that if my father was alive today, his brand of discipline would have helped me, more than alcohol, more than nightly hookups, more than the self-pity I am drowning in. It would have given me an outlet for the rage of not completing a task, saving a life, screwing up a world that really didn't need it to, and giving me the forgiveness no one takes the time to bestow on me nowadays.
I wonder . . . if today will be the day I'll stop caring. The day the revenge that I deserve to get and the exhaustion of seeing how greedy, corrupt and self-serving some people are, will be the one where I will fully embrace Cain, reach into my teaching into the hands of Alastair and start a reign of terror, right here, under everyone's feet.
I wish . . . that I had more time to figure out how to stop Sammy from leaving for Stanford. I wish that my parents never met Azazel. I wish that Ellen and Jo, Bobby and Pastor Jim, Lisa and Ben and so many more could see a universe that thanked them for the kindness they brought to it and yes to me.
I save . . . my thoughts under stupid puns, many beers and sometimes even gluttony; I wouldn't want Sam to know them and to realize how close to the surface they are, and how easily they are underlined by powerful emotions. Something to hide under any circumstance...
I always . . . will put Sam first, he may hate it, despise me for it, vent by telling me enough hurtful things to fill a bucket in Hell and still I will always put his well being first.
I can't imagine . . . a world without him, without his ever-present bulk in the car, the hotel, the bunker...
I believe . . . mistakes were made, hopes were raised and ultimately I was just a part of a not so well-oiled machine. One that impose on our world a Faith like determination, keeping all humans as the peons they are, playing their part, barely making a dent in this cosmos Added to neither the naughty nor the nice llist, but being played at all times by higher powers, lower demons...
I promise . . . to always be true to myself, to the boy that tried so hard to emulate John Winchester, hunter extraordinaire; the man willing to emulate Sam, exceptional researcher and sole family member, and even Castiel, otherworldly empath that adopted us and always showed me a better way.
I love . . . with fear, with worries, with doubt and in silence; too afraid that someone will rip it apart, will destroy my little heart, will trample the things and people I hold dear. In secret, and from afar.
Based on a meme with the original prompt of "I" that you have to complete in the spirit of an SPN Character of your choice at spn_spankings
I was . . . once a child, happy and care free. It was a time filled with playful memories, supported by a loving mother, never once thinking of my father!
I am . . . a slightly introvert friend that truly believes in the hero within me. I am the mirror of my mom, caring about others and yet able to do it all on my own!
I am… a dreamer of impossible adventures and even better, working relentlessly to create my own by becoming a Hunter. What's that you say? Let me tell you about my dad and how lucky I was to have met him when I turned eight...
I think . . . that you will assume that I lie, that Changelings do not exist, that Supernatural creatures are a figment of my imagination and that maybe I am a crazed kid channeling my inner Don Quixote. I know the truth though... and when push comes to shove, I can stand on my two feet and fight back... or flee with grace... After all, the only good hero is the living one, if you'd believe my uncle, Sam Winchester.
I wonder . . . if my dad shares Uncle Sam belief. Maybe it has to do with the fact that their own father is not there with them, day in and day out. A victim at times, a hero at others, almost too often an ass... Not my words, mind you, but as you hear the Winchester siblings talk in hushed tones about John, he must have been one hell of a bear to contend with!
I wish . . . I could have spent time with the man. But if it is anything like the last six months, with Dean, my dad, here at home, then I can assure you that the Winchester family is one you all would like to join. I know my dad miss him but even more he misses his brother and if wishes could really come true, I would have spend so much time on my knees praying for everyone safe return, or if not possible for more time together…
I save . . . news clippings late at night, wherever I can and when I am alone. My parents don’t want me to even entertain the idea of becoming a Hunter; it cost too much they say, I reply that it is too much fun not to.
I always . . . do what I want. At least I used to. Of course once a badass Dean Winchester moves in and becomes the man in charge in your own home, it’s kind of hard standing up for your principles if you can’t damn well justify they are the best freaking choices…
I can't imagine . . . ever going for a joy ride without thinking about his whole special brand of discipline. The only good news though it’s how it’s always followed by pies… Pies galore! Pies up to the tenth! I wonder where all that sugary pie ends up… He really still has a six pack… My dad!
I believe . . . that there is a reason for my world to have been upturned and for Dean deciding to live with us. He has made such a difference in our lives, I can’t even imagine a time and place in which he is not part of our family. We are all better together.
I promise . . . to be true to the man Dean is, to the woman my mom is, to the memory of those lost to the battle fought in the dark to give a chance to humanity to be all that it can be.
I love . . . today, tomorrow and forever. I love myself, the child I was, the teen I am, the fighter I will be and everyone that helps me be the best I can be!
Based on a meme with the original prompt of "I" that you have to complete in the spirit of an SPN Character of your choice at spn_spankings
Title: Growing Up
Character: A Winchester Brother
Young and untried, everywhere I went
With my brother or by my awesome self
Under the car or over the bedroom shelves
My adventures were vivid and I was always spent
The woods were our castle and the valleys mystical
The ripped clothes and the often smudged skin
Were certainly worth all the tears and spankings
Because in my heart everything was simply magical
Nowadays, forests are scary and full of mythical creatures
Angels and Demons, Beasts and all types of halflings
Make my days and nights, even my dreams, a world full of fears
Thanks though for small wonders, Castiel and a trusworthy sibling
Sure, discipline at home had never been great for boneheads
Day in and day out, there was an impetus to study, comply and obey
I learned to mind myself, and others, with a slap on the back of the head
Sometimes with the sting of the belt, you take on to shut up and pray
But never was a spirit broken, just taught, and strenghtened
No more concerned about being ordered to the dreaded shed
Than knowing how to throw a knife, shoot targets or filet a caught fish
Reading dead languages, learning about spells, and becoming unselfish...
Author Spanked by Spike
Ratings: PG-13 (language as would Captain America say it, lol)
It can't be that hard to figure out who is getting in trouble ;-)
In response to the Valentine's Day Celebration launched at spanking_world by cordy69 and cookielaura This is in response to two of the pictures on the post for Day 7
Hope to get more ideas soon, this one worked for me in two fandoms concurrently, so maybe the muse is back, thank you ladies for the challenge ♥
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Characters: Sam, Dean, Cole (S10-01 & S10-02)
Implement(s): Cane, Strap, Paddle
Word Count: 2148
Type of Spanking: Punishment
Plot: Follows the events of the beginning of season 10 (no hint as to what specifically occurs if you have yet to see the show) and gives Dark!Dean a reason to go to work instead of drifting...
Notes: I personally wanted a longer ark of this but the Powers that be made a short work of that Dean... He was intense and on the dark side, so be warned there is no fluff here. Not betaed, so if you notice anything, please don't hesitate to pm me :)
Winter 2014 Challenge for Team New World Order - Work
( Don't Mess with... )
It's been months since I wrote anything, I'd love to hear what some of my anonymous reader think of any stories, so if you have a moment... please do inspire my muse :)
by Spanked by Spike
Dean Winchester & Crowley (King of Hell some days...)
Set sometimes in mid Season 9 (word count: 526 / NC-17)
Crowley/dean story written for the Valentine Challenge at spanking_world
Note: I know it's not a good ole parental spanking stories but for the few that will take a moment to discover it, I hope you'll enjoy and who knows? maybe comment, lol
( Decadent? )
Title: A World of Memories
Fandom: White Collar and Supernatural
Characters: John/dean, John/neal, Peter/neal
Word count: 1878 words
Summary: Neal is trying to steal a piece of jewelry and end up in a storage unit owned by John Winchester, finding some insightful journals and a new understanding of his own actions…
Dedicated to: itsmecoon for her Birthday. I hope it will be a lovely one Sweetie ♥ ♥ ♥
( A World of Memories... Happy Birthday C )
It be to list the songs or instrumental music you believe would be the favorites of the Winchester family at different key moments of their lives.
Pick a number, a family member and tell us what song (artist) really represents that moment for you. You do not have to find an answer to all the numbers but it could be fun to see how their tastes would have evolved... You are welcome to do more than one member for each question too ♥
- Falling in Love (John/Mary, Sam/Jess, Dean/Lisa or whoever else you want that is cannon)
- Being 4 year old and Kindergarten (Sam, Dean, maybe if inspired Adam and/or Ben)
- Being 11 year old and rocking Middle School (Sam, Dean, maybe if inspired Adam and/or Ben)
- Being 16 and emoting? thinking you are at the top of the world? believing you know better? etc... (could be young Mary or young John, Dean or/and Sam, even Adam)
- Being 24 and supposedly a man or a woman, lol (Mary, John, Dean or/and Sam)
- Being 30 and knowing how shitty the world really is (for any of them)
I hope you'd enjoy thinking of something and reading what others came up with :-)
Pairing: John/dean, John/sammy
Word count: about 600
Summary: One really needs to know their history before acting…
Crossposted at spanking_world for the 1st year celebration: drabble team Paranormal challenge
Dedication: to the wonderful Chelle: Happy Birthday!
( Fire and Brimstone...for trumanshell )
Thanks for reading
These are for Ty Olson, Sebastian Roche, and Jared and Jensen
I don't believe you need a password...
Please let me know if it works for you :)
Title: Learning, One Step at a Time
Characters: John, Dean and Sam.
Summary: Sammy hitchhike for the first time at 8 and it doesn't end as well as he'd imagined.
Warning: Spanking (not abusive) of a minor by a parent (hand)
Crossposted at spn_spankings and AO3
Beta: Sadly I ran out of time, if you notice anything please PM I will quickly fix the problem. Thank You :-)
Prompt: Inspired by actual entries in John Winchester journal, we were to create a spanking story based on some factss.
For the 2012 Holiday challenge for the following prompt:
Will you ever learn? April 19, 1991
The hunting trip was nearly a disaster. Dean missed his shot. I sent him after the buck, a beautiful twelve-pointer, and he dropped the gun when he tripped on the trail. Then out of nowhere comes Sammy, who picks up the gun and lays that big boy out. A seven-year-old . . . well, almost eight.
Then he tells me that he thought the deer had taken Dean’s gun, and that Sammy had to protect him.
It’s moments like those that kill me. I taught him that, Dean too. I taught them that everything should be seen as a threat. And now Sammy sees a deer and thinks it’s trying to hurt his brother.
Things got worse from there because Sammy told me he’d gotten up, wanting to come after me and Dean, and found the man in the black Seville outside Bobby’s house. He rode in the Seville to the trailhead, and found us from there. I don’t even know how to get my head around that. I feel like I should punish him somehow, but the truth is I should be punishing myself.
Dean is 12 and Sammy is 8
( Learning, one step at a time... )
Thank you for reading and Happy Healthy and Prosperous New Year everyone!
Table # 6 HEADACHES
Title: It sucks to be you... sometimes.
Prompt: Tight Quarters
Getting ready has become a three ring circus now more than ever. We’ve always lived in tight quarters, but now that Sam is fourteen and following on the footsteps of his big brother, working hard to become a ladies’ man, it’s almost impossible to get ready in the morning.
John tried to make light of it and joked with the kids, then he tried to change his shift, heck he tried to change his kids schedules and still he is here, facing a closed bathroom, in his underwear, reduced to begging for a chance to hit the john before breakfast.
Table # 6 HEADACHES
Title: Pies galore
A Winchester had a healthy appetite. It came with the name. It didn’t matter how old, small, tall they were, you put a full plate in front of them and it was getting cleaned up. No one ever talked about leftovers, about meals too spicy, sweet, big.
Of course, that was before John saw his eldest attack the Pie eating record in this small town. The pies here were monsters, in their own right; filled with fruits none of them could spell and probably never ate in a natural state.
So John readied himself to deal with Dean’s first indigestion.