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“This is stupid, Cas. We should have left earlier. I hate rain! With the cold out here, this late, it could turn into icy patches. And I’m telling you, if I drive my baby into a ditch for a stupid Thanksgiving dinner, I’m turning into a hermit.”
“Dean…”
“I swear to you, no one will ever hear about me. I’ll retire into a cave with only pizzas and cowboy movies for the rest of my life.”
“You’re being overdramatic, honey.”
“Don’t call me ‘honey’, I hate it. Honey’s sticky and it comes from hellish bugs! It’s poor man’s syrup!”
“I love honey…”
“And can you believe that Sammy forgot to bring the pecan pie I asked him? What the hell! At least that would have made up for Jody’s dry as shit turkey!”
“Don’t be rude, now.”
“Did I say that to her face? No, I smiled and ate without a fuss!”
“Oh, you call that without a fuss?”
“Come on, Cas! Those kids were playing video games all night, and they’ve never even heard of Zeppelin. What kind of dad is Sam if he’s not teaching them the basics!”
“Sam is a great father. And they only played a bit of Mario Kart because I asked them to show me.”
“Shit, Cas, did you forget to turn on the porch light before we left? We gotta let people think we’re there or we could get robbed while we’re out, to make things even worse!”
“No one robbed us, Dean.”
“Well, that’s no thanks to you!”
“Okay, that’s it! I’ve had it with you.”
“Huh?”
“I’ve been patient, Dean. But you’ve been complaining and complaining non-stop today. I get that you are under pressure at your job, and that family time can be stressful for a lot of people. But, for my part, I would have enjoyed a lovely dinner, with your lovely family, if it hadn’t been for your constant whining!”
“I don’t whine, I-“
“I don’t want to hear it. I’m done.”
Castiel didn’t even wait for Dean to park inside the garage. While they were waiting in the driveway for the automatic gate to grate its way up, he jumped out of the car and slammed the door behind him. Dean remained dumbstruck behind the wheel.
Only after he’d finally tucked his baby safely in, could he make his way into the house, to find his boyfriend angry-cleaning the kitchen. Dean watched him for a while. The broad set of his shoulders, the complimentary fit of his tight button-up, tucked into slacks that showed off his great ass, and with sleeves rolled up his arms to do the dishes. He was freaking perfection on muscly legs, putting away everything Dean had left lying around. Even mad as hell, he was still adorable.
And he realized that the thought of Castiel ‘being done’ with him could’ve made him cry on the spot.
“Babe, leave it, we can do that tomorrow-“
“Shut it!” Castiel slapped back with a darker look than Dean had ever seen on him. Yeah, that was one pissed-off angel. “I really don’t want to hear another word out of you, do you understand?”
Something in the sharp command made Dean’s body immediately react, despite his boyfriend’s obvious foul mood. “Yes, sir…”
The plain and reverential answer was enough to shift Castiel’s demeanor in an instant. Though the man hesitated. He was fuming, which was definitely not a great mindset for a scene.
“Is that how it’s going to be, Dean?”
“I get it, Cas. I’ve been a jackass all day. Let me make it up to you.”
Castiel visibly shuddered. “You have. And you will.” He thought about it for a second then straightened his posture and looked Dean dead in the eyes. “Now I don’t want another word out of you, unless asked a direct question, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Go to the bedroom now. Undress and kneel by the bed, as if you were getting ready to pray the lord for forgiveness.”
Dean opened his mouth to answer, before he saw his dom’s raised eyebrow and thought better of it. So, he nodded and scuttered up the stairs.
Castiel took his time finishing the dishes and wiping the kitchen counters. He breathed slowly, getting his temper under control. Dean needed a punishment, but above all, he needed Castiel to be calm and collected for this punishment to be just.
When he finally walked leisurely up the stairs, it was with a smile of anticipation, and a thrumming of excitement running through his whole body. He found Dean, gloriously naked, toned and beautiful, kneeling on the cushion they kept handy for this sole purpose, elbows on the side of their bed and head bowed in between.
Conscious that the sub had heard him come in, Castiel circled the room with measured steps, gathering the supplies he’d selected for this spur-of-the-moment scene.
Dean wasn’t hard yet. Upon closer inspection, he seemed to be deep in his thoughts, still far from subspace, a little frown drawing a line between his eyebrows.
Castiel knew him well enough to figure that he was replaying the day in his mind, and silently debating where he’d been right or wrong. From experience, Castiel also knew these internal deliberations never amounted to anything but to combine stubborn resistance with self-deprecation in an unhealthy mix. He needed to get the man out of his own head.
“Are you ready, and willing, to be my good boy again, Dean?”
The appellation never failed to send a shiver up the magnificent sub’s spine.
“Yes, sir.”
“And if not, what would be your safeword?”
“Poughkeepsie, sir.”
“Do you need to use it right now? We could have a calm and honest conversation instead. Or simply go to bed for now, and leave the matter for tomorrow, as it is already very late.”
“No, sir. Please, sir.”
“Please what, pet?”
“Tell me how I can make things right? Please.”
“I will. Here.” Castiel deposited a small wooden paddle, one of the harsher instruments they’d ever used, right before Dean’s eyes, on the bed.
The sub raised his head just enough to glimpse at the rigid tool before casting his look down again, quivering slightly.
“I am going to spank you with this. That is a certainty. Only how many times will be up to you.”
Castiel let his words sink in for a second, building up the tension.
“I am going to spank you once on each cheek, and then, you’re going to tell me something you are thankful for.”
He saw the tension flare in Dean’s shoulder at this. His boyfriend hated to have to talk during their play. That was the actual punishment. The spanking was almost a reward in contrast.
“We will keep going until I feel satisfied that you have counterbalanced all of today’s complaints.”
He heard Dean’s long exhale, a significant tell that he was trying to relax into it, but still apprehensive. Which was exactly where Castiel wanted him. After all, Dean had pushed boundaries all afternoon, and he didn’t deserve to feel good just yet.
“If I judge your comment inadequate, you will receive four additional hits. And if you run out of thanks to give before I decide we are done, you will go to sleep in chastity. But only after watching me relieve myself without being allowed to touch, neither me nor yourself.”
A repressed groan escaped Dean’s throat, and Castiel swiftly clasped the man’s hair in reprimand, tugging his head back enough to see the man’s Adam’s apple protrude. Dean’s eyes widened as they met his.
“You will accept this punishment because it pleases me. Do you understand, pet?”
“Y-yes, I understand, Master.”
Dean only called him that when he wanted to appear extra good. It meant the man was still in full possession of his faculties, and willing to stoop to being a bit manipulative. Castiel would break that behavior out of him before the end of tonight’s scene.
“Bow your head back. And now, straighten up on your legs, but do not move other than that. I want you to present your backside up to me, like the good bitch you are.”
He could practically hear Dean gritting his teeth at the demeaning appellation. Castiel was determined to push him tonight.
However, Dean complied without another complaint and raised his rear, curving the small of his back a little, just to preen himself.
Another small transgression that would assure Castiel wasn’t going to go easy on him.
Still, he first massaged the flesh of those two perfectly round buttcheeks, warming them with his touch, thorough despite Dean’s defiant writhing.
Because, once he’d deemed them ready and had grabbed the paddle, he did not refrain. He slammed it down on the fattest part of Dean’s ass with the whole weight of his body.
Dean cried in surprise. But he quickly caught himself and held position. Although he was shivering in apprehension of the second blow that he knew was coming.
Once Castiel had laid both strikes like he’d previously announced, he waited.
Dean was already feeling his thoughts scramble in his head, the sting and heat on his skin taking up most of his brain space.
But Castiel was waiting for him to speak. What was he supposed to say again?
“Uh…”
“Something you are thankful for or four more hits, right now. I will not repeat myself, Dean.”
He sounded angry. And Dean wondered how much of it was real, and how much was for show. He’d better not test it, though.
“Yes, um, I’m thankful for…my family. They’re not perfect, but I guess they could be worse,” Dean grumbled.
Castiel hummed in reply, unconvinced. “I’ll allow that, since this is the first, but from now on, you will do better. And be more precise. What are you thankful about your family specifically?”
Before Dean could answer, Castiel threw two blows in rapid succession, one on each buttcheeks once again.
“Uh!” Dean let out as he tried to formulate a thought.
“I’m losing my patience, Dean.”
“I’m thankful to even have a family! That’s it’s not just me and Sammy anymore. That it’s not up to me alone to make him happy during the holidays…”
Castiel paused. He squeezed Dean’s thigh, in an insufficient display of endearment. “That is better…” Then he straightened back up and resumed spanking this gorgeous, reddening ass.
“What else?”
“I’m thankful that…they’re healthy. That my brother got a beautiful family, like our curse has been lifted.”
“Good boy,” Castiel conceded before laying two more brutal hits on increasingly sensitive flesh.
“Holy sh… I’m thankful that…um, that Bobby made me partner and plans to be leaving the garage to me when he retires.”
Castiel smiled, pleased to hear that. Since the old man had given them the news, Dean had bitched and moaned about the increased workload. But, deep down, Castiel hoped he was glad and proud of the show of trust.
Another couple of thwacks.
“Hmph… I’m, uh, thankful that…that we could buy the house we wanted.”
“Yes, my good, wonderful pet, you’re doing great. Another one.”
Left, right. Dean’s skin was flaming red under the paddle, and Castiel felt that Dean had truly slipped under.
“I’m thankful for my nephew and niece. I wish we had kids like them…”
Now he nearly let go of the paddle at that. Dean had been wary about children since before he’d met Castiel. He’d always joked about how he’d make a ‘shitty father’, how kids didn’t fit his lifestyle. But that admission here sounded like a change of heart. They definitely needed to have a talk about this.
At another time.
Castiel breathed deeply, and slammed the paddle against fleshy cheeks once, twice more.
“I’m…Cas…” Dean started pleading brokenly. Castiel knew he was nearing his limit. But they weren’t there yet.
“Keep going, Dean. You’re doing amazingly. Such a good boy for me.”
He glanced down and checked with glee that Dean was fully aroused now, despite the effort to come up with a new statement. And Castiel realized belatedly that he, himself, was straining against the crotch of his pants. When he would have loathed to forgive Dean’s behavior earlier, he now felt nothing but wonder and adoration for his incredible boyfriend and his ability to always surpass expectations.
Plus, the sight before him, Dean’s prostrate stance, trembling like a leaf under the exertion, the flush of his skin highlighting precious freckles, the muscles rippling as he struggled to remain still despite his shudders, it was breathtaking.
“I’m thankful to have found peace…to…to have this outlet…”
Castiel’s smacks felt like caresses now.
“You’re incredible, my love. Keep going.”
Dean had tears flowing down his closed eyes; he felt enraptured. Body pliant, mind floating, arousal growing and intensifying with every passing second.
“I’m thankful for you, Cas. All of you. All the time. I’m thankful that you put up with my bullshit. That you don’t give up on me, even when I’m being a fucking asshole.”
Two rapid blows struck with purpose this time.
“I do not permit you to speak ill of my very good boy. Try again.”
“I’m...I’m thankful that you love me…and…that I’m able to love you back despite being- despite all my shit.”
Castiel had no chance of resisting any longer.
“I do love you, Dean. You and all of your ‘shit’. Here.” He put down the paddle and ran a tender hand through Dean’s sweaty hair. “We’re done, my love. You've been very good, made me so happy.”
Dean’s only answer was a croaking sob.
“I know it’s hard, my good, perfect boy, but I need one last thing from you.”
“Anything, sir,” the sub whispered, so far in his own world Castiel doubted Dean remembered his own name.
“Tell me what you want now. And I’ll do it. You deserve anything, my love, you’ve been so good. What do you want?”
“I…please, please, please fuck my ass, sir, I need to feel you where it hurts…”
“Of course, Dean.”
Castiel had prepared lube earlier and had completely forgotten about it, spellbound by the vision of the perfect man that was his.
He coated two fingers, and promptly slipped one in his sub’s hole, easily sliding home.
“Ah…yes…” his unruly sub exclaimed, but Castiel was already way too gone to care.
It was merely seconds before he pushed the second finger in. Then, when he felt tension release, he started thrusting them, and scissoring inside to make room for his own throbbing erection.
“Please…please, sir.”
At that second transgression, Castiel slapped the welting skin, just enough for it to bite. And his fingers stilled in Dean’s ass.
“What did I say about speaking unprompted?”
“I’m sorry, sir! I’m sorry, please!”
Maybe he should have punished that, but Castiel couldn’t wait another second.
Opening his slacks just enough to let his cock out, he pushed inside the sizzling heat of his boyfriend’s hole.
Both of them let out a cry at the overwhelming sensations.
Castiel froze, leaving Dean’s muscles a minute to adjust.
“Cas…”
“I am thankful too, Dean,” Castiel confessed, breathless. “I am so thankful for you…”
And he started moving, slamming his hips against the tender, spanked skin, sending sparks of pleasure through them both. Letting them savor the greatest of the blessings that were bestowed upon them.