Chapter Tags: angst, bitchiness, bratty!reader, attention seeking, teasing, flirting, inappropriate joking, reprimanding, non-sexual spanking, physical punishment, shame, humiliation
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Miss Cranley, Jensen’s receptionist, tries too hard. You notice that when you see the way the woman is dressed, her hair all loosely curled, her make up all done pretty, her lipstick not even slightly smudged or faded. You can only assume she touches it up on a regular basis. You stand with your arms crossed over your chest as you observe her, smoothing down her dress and twisting a curl around her finger before heading to Jensen’s door. She likes him. You instantly smirk, trying hard not to laugh at the very idea. You’ve been in enough situations where you’ve been trying to impress a guy to know what making an effort for male attention looks like, and this woman is screaming just that. You wonder if Jensen knows it, if he’s ever picked up on the way she acts and dresses to impress him. Maybe they flirt, maybe she’s even kissed him while drunk at some staff Christmas party. Not that you could ever see Jensen cheating on Clarissa. But maybe he does; this school feels like its own world, and with his wife living three hours away at home, and him spending the majority of his year here, maybe he is scratching that itch elsewhere.
You don’t get the chance for your mind to wander much further than that, because she opens the door to Jensen’s office.
“Principal Ackles will see you now.”
You stop yourself from rolling your eyes at how formal this all is, and flash her a fake smile as you pass her, entering his office. She smiles sweetly in his direction and then closes the door, leaving you both alone.
“She dresses a little snooty for a receptionist,” you comment once she’s gone.
When you finally lay eyes on Jensen, he doesn’t look amused. His jaw is clenched and his eyes are slightly squinted as he glares at you.
“Sorry, maybe you like it,” you tease, smirking. You sit yourself down in the big arm chair opposite Jensen, but almost as soon as your ass hits the leather, Jensen speaks up.
“I didn’t invite you to sit down.”
You purse your lips, seeing that he’s being serious, and sigh, pushing yourself back up to your feet. You immediately cross your arms over your chest again, waiting for him to start yelling at you for Jeff.
“Your classes aren’t optional, Y/N,” Jensen informs you. “You can’t just pick and choose which ones you attend and which ones you skip.”
You roll your eyes and scoff, looking down at your feet. “I had slightly more pressing matters to attend to than learning Spanish,” you tell him matter of factly.
“No, you didn’t. Your education should be your priority here. It’s certainly mine.”
“I’m sorry, okay?” you huff, wanting him to get to the Jeff part already.
“Well, saying sorry isn’t good enough, so I’m giving you detention.”
“Detention?” you repeat, frowning. “Dude, I skipped one class.”
“I haven’t decided how many detentions yet, so you might want to watch your attitude.”
You draw a deep breath, getting a little irritated that he’s being so strict. He’s talking to you like he doesn’t even know you.
“Uncle Jensen, c’mon,” you try.
“No, it’s Principal Ackles,” he corrects you. Before you can open your mouth to argue he continues. “We both agreed on no special treatment. During school hours I’m your principal.”
“Okay, fine, whatever. How much detention do I get?” you huff.
“One week with good behaviour, but there’s room for more if you want to push me.” You bite your tongue, pursing your lips again before nodding. “You’ll report back to my office every lunch break once you’ve eaten, and every day after school finishes.”
“Yes, Sir,” you reply, saluting mockingly.
“I’m being serious, Y/N,” he warns you.
“I know, I can tell.”
“Well maybe you need to start taking this seriously, too.” You don’t reply, and Jensen sighs.
“Okay, you’ve got History next. I don’t want another call today telling me you’re not where you’re supposed to be. I’ll see you at lunch.”
“That’s it?” you press, frowning slightly. You’d been waiting for the long lecture about how you’d fucked your gym teacher, about how irresponisble you’d been. At the very least, you’d been expecting him to mention it.
“Yes, unless there’s something you need to tell me?”
You wonder if this is some kind of test, like he wants you to come clean, but why the fuck would you do that if you can get away with it? Maybe Jeff hasn’t told him, in which case, no one has to get into trouble here. Win win, if you think about it.
“No,” you reply, shrugging nonchalantly. “Only that your receptionist has the hots for you, in case you didn’t know.”
“You’re dismissed,” Jensen sighs.
You giggle softly to yourself, shaking your head. “See you after lunch, Uncle Jensen.”
You laze back in the chair, crossing your arms over your chest. Miss Cranley, whose first name you’ve discovered is Michaela, is wearing another tight fitting dress today, and she’s been fussing with her hair in her little compact mirror, snapping it closed as soon as someone even walks past the office door, like she’s waiting on the edge of her seat for Jensen. You smirk to yourself at how desperate she seems to get his attention. She should just ask him out, already. You’d give her some tips on flirting, because you quite like the idea of Jensen getting one up on his wife while she’s sleeping with your Dad, but a big part of you doesn’t want him to be giving some other woman his attention. You’ve quite enjoyed being the only thing he’s been worrying about recently.
In the few weeks you’ve been at school now, you’ve been to Jensen’s office practically every single day. Your week-long detention turned into three weeks, and in the three days you didn’t have detention, today you’ve broken your steak and you’ve managed to get yourself sent to his office for inappropriate uniform. This entire school is just made up of prudes, and your Uncle Jensen might be the most prudish of them all.
“He’s married, y’know?” you eventually say, grabbing Michaela’s attention.
“Excuse me?”
“Jensen’s married,” you reiterate. “Unless you like the idea of being the other woman. I mean, I don’t judge.”
Michaela blushes violently and clears her throat, putting her compact mirror back in her bag. You scoff to yourself and shake your head, Jensen walking in at exactly the right time.
“Oh Mr… urm, Mr. Ackles, Y/N Padalecki, Mr. Carter sent her here for inappropriate uniform,” she needlessly explains, a little flustered no doubt from your previous comment.
Jensen doesn’t look impressed to be seeing you sitting outside his office and sighs, licking his lips.
“Give me two minutes,” he grunts, heading into his office.
You purse your lips and glance across at Michaela again, who is focusing on her computer screen more intently than you’ve ever seen before. You almost feel sorry for her, because she clearly likes Jensen, and it’s kinda cute that she’s putting so much effort in to get him to notice her, but the idea of Jensen noticing any girl that isn’t you just doesn’t sit right. You’ve always craved male attention, albeit usually in the form of lust, but still, Jensen worrying about you, having to spend so much time keeping his eye on you, it’s still sort of scratching that itch. And what if he starts noticing Michaela back, and just forgets all about you? No, you can’t have that.
Michaela’s phone rings and she answers it quietly. You already know the drill, rising to your feet as she says: “Principal Ackles will see you now.” It’s the same every time. You head to the door and walk in, seeing him standing at his desk.
“I can see why you’re here,” he tells you, unimpressed.
You glance down at your open shirt and tweak it just to cover up a little.
“I can’t help that I’m a woman with breasts, Jensen,” you tell him bluntly.
“Every other woman here is capable of covering up,” he replies flatly.
“Yeah, try telling that to your lap dog out there.” Jensen glares at you, and you roll your eyes. “Why was Mr. Carter even looking, anyway? That’s what I wanna know.”
“It’s hard to miss, Y/N,” Jensen sighs, exasperated. “C’mon. You know the drill.”
You smirk, biting your bottom lip.
“Do you want me bent over the desk, or would you rather me over your knee?” you ask, trying to keep your growing smirk at bay.
“Excuse me?” he asks, confused.
“For my spankings. Do you want me to bend over the desk or are you going to put me over your knee?”
“That’s not funny,” Jensen insists, still clearly very unimpressed.
“I was watching a video recently where she got sent to the Principal’s office, and he spanked her, so I thought maybe you’d wanna try that for punishment,” you shrug.
“Y/N, even if I wasn’t your Principal right now, given who I also am to you, it’s inappropriate to even joke about things like that.”
You relish in making Jensen squirm, especially when it comes to anything sex related. The last few weeks he’s been even more uptight about it all than usual. One single comment or remark from you about anything sexual is usually met with him shutting you down immediately. You know it’s wrong, but you kind of want to push his buttons, see if he’d ever actually take the bait. You sigh dramatically, sitting down at the desk in the back of his office, slowly crossing one leg over the other, your skirt lifting a reasonable amount to flash what’s underneath it. Jensen makes a point of looking away, clearing his throat as he starts sorting through paperwork on his desk.
“I’m assuming you’ve got homework, get it done.”
You open a book on the desk and take out a pencil, staring down at your math homework that you just don’t want to do right now.
“You know, it’s kinda hot when you’re all broody and commanding like that,” you tease. “I like a man in charge.”
“Y/N,” he warns. “Don’t make me…”
“Make you what?” you ask, genuinely curious what he might do to you.
He could kick you out of school, but you hadn’t particularly wanted to retake your senior year, anyway. And he could tell your Dad, but when has that ever truly been a threat? What could he possibly do? You’re having way too much fun to stop, and you’re way too curious to see just how far you can push him.
It seems that Jensen doesn’t know either, because he clenches his jaw and huffs to himself. You smirk triumphantly, chewing on the end of your pencil as you watch him come to the realisation that there’s really not much that he could threaten you with.
“You don’t want to test me today, sweetheart,” he warns, annoyance thick in his tone.
You just stare him down, sucking on the end of your pencil, waiting for him to snap. Jensen’s a fairly composed guy, so you’re not truly expecting it. The thrill of winning this stand off will still be just as satisfying as watching him lose control would’ve been.
“Stand up,” Jensen suddenly barks.
His tone is rougher, darker than you’ve ever heard it before. You get to your feet, mainly shocked by the way he’s acting, and as soon as you do he charges over to you, pulling your desk away from the wall.
“Bend over it.”
“What?” you ask, confused.
Jensen doesn’t wait for you to comply, and he doesn’t give you an explanation, instead he grabs your arm and forces you to bend over the desk onto your front.
“You want a spanking, I’ll fucking give you a spanking,” he grunts, “maybe then you’ll stop being such a brat.”
His words are still filtering through the confusion as you feel him lift your skirt to expose your ass and the lacy panties underneath. When you’d jokingly brought up spanking, you’d done it to get a rise out of him, you’d never thought that he’d actually spank you. Real spanking is for little kids, and sexy spanking shouldn’t be for you and your Uncle Jensen. You think maybe he won’t actually go through with it, maybe he’s just trying to scare you, shock you into submitting and agreeing to behave, but the first hard smack of his hand against your ass cheek shatters that illusion pretty quickly.
“Jensen,” you squeal, trying to get up. Jensen pins your front down onto the desk to stop you moving, striking you again. “That actually hurts,” you tell him, feeling your cheeks heat up.
“Good, that’s the fuckin’ point,” he growls, striking you again. “We’re not doing this for fun, Y/N.”
He doesn’t stop, like he’s taking out his frustrations on your ass, spank after spank, and your mind seems to freeze, tears almost filling your eyes but not quite. And you’re not even sure if it would be from pain or upset, anyway. This isn’t anything like those stupid pornos, this is real and brutal… and you think you’re getting aroused. Fuck. You manage to shove yourself upwards, your skirt falling back down into place to cover your throbbing skin, and you step away from Jensen. He seems just as shocked as you are as you stare at him for a long moment.
“Go back to your dorm,” he manages to whisper.
You lick your lips, bending down for your school bag and leave, fleeing out of the empty reception area and towards the dorms, noticing all the hallways are quiet and deserted now school is over for the day.
You get inside your room, just about registering Holly sitting on her bed with books open in front of her.
“Detention again?” she asks, unimpressed.
“Fuck off,” you grunt, pushing your way into the bathroom and locking the door behind you.
Your ass stings as you lean back on it, and your heart is thudding in your chest. Jensen put his hands on you… lifted your skirt and spanked you. He reprimanded you like you were some naughty child. There was meant to be nothing sexual about it, nothing perverse or exciting like the pornos make it out to seem. Yet the worst part about that? The crotch of your panties is soaked.
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