Chapter Tags: teasing, flirting, touch/sex denial, punishment, spanking, fem masturbation, daddy kink, major bratty!reader
Chapter WC: 1967
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Jensen’s POV
“I’m a little old for sticker charts, don’t you think?” Y/N quips, even though her breath is uneven and her skin is getting heated. She’s trying so hard to remain unfazed, but Jensen can see right through that act.
“Oh, I know you’re a big girl now,” he agrees, unable to stop himself from touching her skin, reminding himself just what a big girl she’s become. “And big girls get big girl rewards.” He stops himself before he can touch her where she wants it most, knowing he needs to play this game for it to work. “What d’you say?”
“I say the prize better be worth it if I’m gonna be working that hard.”
Jensen admires her stubbornness to continue being such a little brat, and teases over the front of her panties, feeling that they’re wet and ruined, just for him. His cock is already stirring to life at the thought of what he could do to her over this very desk he’s sitting alongside.
“You know it is.”
Jensen remains semi hard for most of the evening from just thinking about how wet he’d made Y/N in his office, but he had meant what he said when he told her she only got a reward if she performed well with her work. Jensen figures if sex is the only way to get through to her, then this is the solution, and really, it’s a win win for everyone. Y/N gets the grades she’s capable of, meaning she can graduate and go to college, while also getting the attention she clearly craves from him, and Jensen not only gets the comfort of knowing that he’s helping her do well, but he’s getting some perks too.
He hasn’t even managed to change out of his suit from work yet, only having removed his tie and undone some buttons on his shirt, when there’s a knock at his door. Jensen puts down the bottle of whiskey and sighs, slowly making his way over to the door. He’s only half surprised to see Y/N standing there, biting her bottom lip and twirling some hair around her finger. Much like Jensen, she’s in a far more relaxed version of her uniform: no tie, barely any buttons done up, and her skirt is as short as always – maybe shorter, if that’s possible. Jensen can’t deny she’s every highschool boy’s wet dream.
“Hey,” she purrs with a cheeky grin.
“Hey,” Jensen replies carefully, looking beyond her for any sign that someone can see her outside, so he steps to one side and invites her in quickly. “So I’m going to assume you turning up on my doorstep means you’ve finished all your homework?” Jensen asks sceptically, closing the door behind him.
She turns around, clasping her hands behind her back and biting her lip again.
“Mhm,” she mumbles out. “And now I’m ready for my reward.”
Jensen holds out his hand, and she frowns at it for a second, before stepping closer, taking it in her own and then slowly guiding it towards her waist.
“No,” he protests, pulling back. “Hand it over.”
“Hand what over?”
“Your homework, let me see that you’ve done it.”
Y/N bites her bottom lip harder, looking around a little guiltily. “Well, it’s back at my dorm room, didn’t think you’d want to see it. I can show you tomorrow?” she tries, batting her eyelashes at him, reaching out to play with the buttons on his shirt.
“Nice try,” Jensen scoffs, looking down and watching her. “No proof, no reward.”
“But, Daddy,” she pouts dramatically, looking up through her lashes at him. “I want your cock so badly.” Her hand starts to trail down his stomach, towards his crotch, and Jensen is quick to catch her wrist and stop her in her tracks.
“You really think that little trick is gonna work on me, baby girl?” he chortles.
“What trick?” she prompts, smirking ever so slightly.
“Calling me Daddy…”
Y/N smirks harder, biting her bottom lip again, letting it spring back into place as she uses the hand Jensen’s not holding to walk her fingers up his chest. “It seemed to get you going before… Daddy.”
Jensen laughs humorlessly, reaching up to wrap his hand lightly around her throat. “Know what I think, honey?” She doesn’t reply, so Jensen continues. “I think that you think that I’m stupid. That you can lie to me and say you’ve done your homework so I’ll reward you…”
“Now why would I do that, Daddy?” she asks sweetly. “I’m your good girl.”
“Oh you’re anything but a good girl, you’re a nasty little slut.”
Y/N audibly groans at Jensen’s words, squirming in her place. “Please, I’ll do it tomorrow I promise. Please give me something.”
“You want something, baby girl?” Jensen cooes, bringing his mouth closer to hers. She nods eagerly, trying to press her lips to his. “Alright, I’ll give you something.”
He grabs her arm, dragging her over to the couch and sitting on it, pulling her over his lap onto her stomach.
Y/N whimpers as he lays her down over him. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you something,” he replies casually, throwing her skirt up to reveal her ass underneath. It’s hugged by soft pink silk that Jensen carelessly pushes deeper into the cleft between her cheeks, to expose more skin to him. “A lesson on why lying is bad.”
He lifts his hand and strikes her left cheek once, making her jump in surprise with the impact. She whimpers once more, the skin darkening slightly under the strike. He remembers back to when he spanked her in his office, but this time it’s so much better. This time they’ve crossed that line and he’s not going back. This time, he doesn’t have to hold back. He strikes her again, on her right cheek, earning a more strangled moan than before.
He continues to spank her as the crotch of her panties darkens in colour thanks to her arousal, and her skin starts getting hot. She cries out with each slap, squirming over his lap, but not once does she ask him to stop. In fact, after a few moments, she starts begging him for more.
“Fuck, please, please touch me, I’m so desperate, Jensen, please,” she practically sobs.
“You know the rules, sweetheart. I don’t touch, I don’t play, you don’t get anything from me, unless I’m rewarding you. Shoulda done your homework, then you could’ve had my cock buried inside you by now.”
“I promise I’ll do it tomorrow,” she implores.
“Then tomorrow you can have my cock.”
Jensen grabs her arm once more and pulls her up, encouraging her to sit down beside him, and she winces a little as she does so, her eyes glossy with tears.
“I’m sorry,” she sniffles. When Jensen doesn’t answer she sits back against the arm of the couch, spreading her legs to keep her silky panties on display, the crotch still noticeably several shades darker. “Please touch me, Daddy, I’m so wet.”
She reaches for his hand but Jensen resists, so she gives up that endeavour and instead touches herself, her small hand rubbing back and forth along her panties, moaning sweetly to herself. Jensen watches quietly, his cock hardening in his slacks at the sight. If the spanking and the squirming hadn’t already gotten him half hard, he might’ve been able to keep his arousal concealed. Her eyes drop to the sizable bulge and she bites her bottom lip, moaning under her breath.
“You’re so hard, Daddy, let me help you.”
“Tomorrow, when you’ve finished your homework,” Jensen insists, even though he wishes he’d never made that stupid rule in the first place, and this is only day one. Fuck he’s gonna kill both of them.
Y/N snaps her legs shut at his comment and huffs, climbing off the couch.
“Fine,” she relents, “I’m sure some other guy will fuck me.”
Jensen sees through the empty threat, smirking at her attempt, and she crosses her arms over her chest as soon as she realises it hasn’t worked.
“Plleeeeeaaasseee,” she whines, stomping her foot like a toddler.
Jensen still doesn’t relent, but he does lick his lips and speak up. “How’s that ass, baby? Need lotion?” he checks.
She frowns at him. “No, I need cock.”
Jensen laughs softly and gets to his feet, seeing the glint of hope in her eyes as he approaches her, but he keeps walking, heading back towards the counter where he left his whiskey. He pours himself a measure and takes a swig, licking his lips.
“You can stay the night if you’d like, if Holly won’t ask too many questions.”
“She knows that we know each other outside of school now,” Y/N explains, “but anyway, what’s the point if you’re not gonna fuck me?”
Jensen turns around, leaning back on the counter and smirks. “If that’s how you feel,” he shrugs.
Y/N purses her lips and glares at him. “And you’re not going to change your mind?” she checks. Jensen simply shakes his head. She sighs dramatically and pouts. “Fine, then I guess I’m going.”
Jensen can tell she’s taking her sweet time heading to the door, like she’s hoping he’ll change his mind, and as much as it pains him to watch her walk out – his cock still wishing he’d change his mind too – the view is quite something, when he can still just about make out a handprint on her upper thigh every time her skirt swishes with the sway of her hips.
Jensen blinks his eyes open, squinting at the alarm clock to see it’s nearly three A.M. He doesn’t exactly remember falling asleep, but he does remember he was still painfully hard as he finally started drifting, but luckily, it’s relented now, because his boxers are on the looser side once more. A second set of raps on the front door reminds him why he woke in the first place, and he quickly scrambles out of bed and forgoes any extra clothes, wondering what the urgency is.
He’s quick to descend the stairs, flicking on the hallway light which only forces him to close his eyes until they’ve adjusted, and then he unlocks the door and opens it, peering through bleary vision to see Y/N. She’s still in the uniform she’d been wearing last time she showed up on his doorstep like this.
“Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asks immediately. Y/N shoves several sheets of paper against his chest, and when he reaches up for them, he looks down to see words his tired brain can’t quite comprehend yet. “What’s this?”
“My homework,” she tells him simply. “It’s all there, check it if you want.” Jensen’s brain takes a moment or two to catch up. “Will you fuck me now?”
“It’s three in the morning,” he reminds her, watching her face screw up into a glare.
“I’m not used to having to beg, Jensen, please,” she huffs.
Jensen smirks softly, quite liking the fact that he’s got her begging for a change, enjoying the power he’s got over her. His cock is enjoying it too, because it’s finally awake once more.
“It’s all here?” Jensen presses, shaking the papers in his grasp a little.
“Every single question.”
He drops them to the floor, reaching for Y/N and dragging her over the threshold, slamming his door shut behind her and pushing her up against the wall beside it. She breathes heavily, licking her lips and staring at him, waiting for him to make his move, and Jensen relishes in the way she’s waiting with bated breath for him.
“So you can be a good girl,” he whispers, bringing his mouth close to her ear, dragging his teeth along her jaw softly just to tease. “And good girls get rewards from their daddies.”
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