Briella ascended the curved staircase leading to the upper level of her house. Well, actually, her uncle's house. He was the lawyer and main money maker. But, Dad helped. They weren't moochers and Dad probably could support his twins alone, but Winchesters stuck together. Family was everything to them.

Her brother whisper yelled her name from his bedroom. Briella walked into the bedroom shared by both boys. Annoyed, she answered, "What?"

"Dad gone?" Brayden was grounded and, therefore, not able to leave his room, except for bathroom breaks, of course. Winchester grounding was tough and meant to prove a point. The punished was stripped of anything fun including all electronics. Brayden was on day 2 and starting to go stir crazy. Especially since it was Spring Break and he was stuck inside all day.

"Yeah, bout 10 minutes ago."

He was definitely up to something. Briella just wasn't sure what. Last grounding, she gave him her phone to use for a few hours. Everything was fine until Brayden answered a phone call from Dad on it. After a verbal smack down both through the phone and when Dad got home, Briella ended up phoneless for a month and Brayden with a bright red ass and extended grounding. She was pretty confident he wouldn't try to pull that one off again.

"Whatever it is. I'm not doing it." Briella answered before her brother could offer a response.

"How do you know I want something?" He countered.

She rolled her eyes as a response.

"I can't help it! I have Dad's 'answer the fucking phone when I call' lecture stuck in my head!" Briella knew her brother hadn't meant to get either of them in trouble. She had to admit that she might have done the same. All of the Winchester children had been on the receiving end of a harsh lecture about emergencies and always answering phone calls. Playing 20 questions and 'yes sirring' was inevitable if a call went to voicemail.

"I know. At least I didn't end up with a busted ass for that one." The sister replied.

Brayden shrugged, "Eh, it wasn't the worst one."

"Whatever. What do you want anyway?"

"I have a plan."

Before Briella could comment, Brayden went into his plan of evading his grounding, tricking their Dad, and having friends over. The overall idea was simple enough; Briella was to call and ask to have a few friends over, but omit the part about them being mutual friends of Braydens. They could all hang out together and when the rumble of the Impala was heard coming up the driveway, Brayden would run back up to his room.

Briella considered his proposal, having friends over would make the day go faster. Brayden was annoying as hell, sure, but he kept better company than her 5 and 9 year old cousins. Cecilia only wanted to play Barbies and Colton basically lived outside on the jungle gym. At 14, the twins had way better things to do.

"Alright. Let's say I agree. Who would I invite? They can't only be your friends. He'd get suspicious."

Brayden seemed to be thinking, "Definitely Aria. God I can't stand not talking to her." Aria and Brayden had been dating officially for a few months, but were close friends for years. Aria was an honorary Winchester it felt like and spent a lot of time with the family.

"Okay. So Aria and how about Lily and Addison? Dad would believe that." She offered.

"I want dudes too. I'm not hanging around a bunch of chicks all day. Carson or Luke."

Briella wanted to object, but she also understood. Carson and Luke were pretty cool but hanging with the three of them did get old. "Alright fine. Hopefully he's in a good mood." She took out her cell phone and text her Dad.

'Can I have some friends over Daddy?'

'Who'

'Just a couple.'

Her cell phone rang, it was Dad.

"Hi Daddy." She tried to talk calmly but her heart was pounding.

"I asked you a question." A growled response.

Briella swallowed before answering, "I know. Just a few friends."

"You answer me or the answer is no. And you can spend the night in your room."

"Okay - "

She was cut off before finishing, "Keep up this attitude and you won't have friends over for a month."

"I'm sorry Dad. I was just excited to have someone to hang out with." She was surprised at how quickly she came up with a reply, "Can Lily, Addison, Aria, Carson and Luke come over?"

Much softer, Dad said, "That's a lot more than a few."

Briella started to panic. She didn't know how to answer.

"I know. But we wanted to play some board games and the more people the better." She lied. Well, maybe, they might play board games. But she didn't even ask anyone to come over yet.

A pause. Her heart was pounding louder. She just lied to her Dad. This was going to end bad. Part of her hoped he'd say no to avoid this feeling.

"Okay. They can come over. But listen to me, Ella, that house better not be a mess when I get home. Cece and Colton still come first and you better take care of them."

"Yes sir. I know."

Her father continued, "And Brayden stays in his room. If I find out he came out, there will be hell to pay. Got it?"

"Yes sir." She rolled her eyes. It was always like this with Dad.

"Go to his room and put me on speaker."

"Oh-Kay. Uh hang on." Briella walked around the room to stand near her brother, "Dad wants to talk to you." She put the phone on speaker.

"Can you two hear me?"

"Yes sir." Dual replies.

"Ella is having friends over. If I find out you stepped even a foot outta your room, your ass is mine. I don't care who's around to see it."

Brayden's eyes widened at that statement, but he recovered, "Yessir. I won't."

"Right. Behave. I don't wanna bust any asses tonight."

Dad continued to ask about the younger children and reminded Briella of lunch options.

"Okay Dad. I know. I'll call you or Uncle Sam if I need anything. Okay. Love you too. Bye"

She hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relieve. "Finally."

"Alright." Her brother smiled. "Let's do this!"

Three hours later and the group of teens were having a good time. They mostly just hung around the house. Carson appeased Colton by playing on the jungle gym for a half hour and the girls gushed over Cecilia as per usual. She was content to hear how cute she was and get her hair braided. Around a half hour before Dad was due home, Briella was going to force the group to play a game of monopoly. If Dad had any suspicions, actually playing should help alleviate them. She was cautiously monitoring the time.

"Ooh! Turn it up! Ella this is our song!" Lily squeaked as Ariana Grande played through the Bluetooth speakers.

Briella just wasn't into it. She felt guilty about disobeying her Dad and lying to him. It was hard to have fun when her stomach was in knots.

"Relax." Brayden interrupted her thoughts, "Dad won't be home for hours. Have some fun."

Eventually, after much encouragement from her friends, she was able to let loose a little and dance with her girl friends. The three were deep into a jam session when the boys decided to sneak out back for a smoke break. Briella knew her brother occasionally smoked when with his friends, but that didn't mean she wanted to be a part of it. She had voiced her displeasure to Brayden, who, in return, only did so out of her direct view. And Dad and Uncle Sam's indirect or direct view. At least her brother was smart enough to do that. Actually, part of Briella was surprised he was risking it in their backyard. But, ultimately that was not her problem.

Lily grabbed both her friends and insisted on a more intense dance party. She even got Cecilia involved, who was more than happy to join. Briella was dancing to the music and giggling with her friends, totally unphased by her previous anxiety, when suddenly the music stopped. Before she could register what had occur, her Uncle spoke, "Jeez Briella, are you trying to entertain the whole neighborhood." His tone was light though.

She blushed, "Sorry Uncle Sam. We were just having fun."

"I know, honey. You can turn it back up once I leave. How's everything going here?"

"It's okay."

Briella and her Uncle exchanged updates on their days, Sam was curious as to Colton and Cecilia's behaviors. He started to move towards the staircase, "I'm gonna go check on Bray. I'm sure he's going crazy up there listening to you guys party."

Brayden. Shit. Briella forgot about her brother.

"Uh, wait Uncle Sam. Brayden is," she paused unable to think of a way to finish.

Her uncle stood straight up, displaying his full frame,

"Briella. Is your brother in his room?" He asked, tone hard, suggesting he demanded an answer.

Briella didn't answer. It wasn't lying if she didn't respond.

"Answer me. NOW." Sam yelled the last part and moved to invade his niece's personal space. He was inches from her and she could feel the hot air coming from his nose as he tried to control his breathing.

"Briella, either you tell me where the fuck your brother is or I'm beating your ass until you tell me."

Barely audible, she responded, "outside."

Sam turned and made his way to the back door, he ripped it open as Carson was reaching for the handle.

His hand shot around the other teen and pulled his nephew across the door jam, fisting the front of his T-shirt. Brayden was pulled to stand in front of uncle Sam. Somehow, Sam's voice got even deeper as he spoke to the teen, "Start talking."

"Uncle Sam - I was, uh, checking the -" Briella groaned as her brother struggled to come up with an excuse. Dad's earlier promise playing in her mind.

"I'll tell you what you were doing!" Sam yelled as he released his grip to jab a finger in his nephew's chest, "You were disobeying your direct order to stay in your fucking bedroom. Because apparently the rules don't apply to you. Figured you might as well have a cigarette while you're at it." His eyes were blazing with anger and his voice harsh and loud.

Briella looked to her friends, their faces were various stages of shock, and a few showed fear. Briella knew Aria had witnessed at least one spanking before, but the rest were unaccustomed to the style of discipline used in the household.

"I don't have time to deal with you." Uncle Sam thrust his cellphone at Brayden, "Call your Dad." He looked towards Briella, "Corner." He took a few more calming breaths, "Everyone else, go home."

With tears streaming down her red face, Briella made her way to the corner of the room. She heard her friends leave without saying goodbye. Thankfully, Addison only lived a few houses down and the gang could easily relocate. Briella couldn't help but be jealous of her friends, they wouldn't be witness to or victim of Uncle Sam's wrath. On the other side of the room, she heard her brother talking low on the phone. He managed to stumble his way through a brief confession. Briella noted he had not used her name once. Typical. Brayden never threw any of his siblings under the bus, even if it meant a stricter punishment.

"Briella, Dad wants to talk to you."

She turned around to take the offered phone, "Yes sir?"

"Am I on speaker?" A angry voice roared.

"Yeah Dean." The only sentence Sam didn't yell in the past ten minutes.

"Alright. Listen to me and listen good. I'm so pissed off right now. Briella I am so disappointed in you. You lied to me. You fucking deceived me. I trusted you." His voice started to rise. "And Brayden. You already know how I feel about this god damn mess. Sammy needs to get back to work and Gramps and I can't leave yet."

"Dean - I can take them to the office." Sam offered, picking up a now crying Cecilia. She hated seeing her big siblings in trouble. He offered a soothing brush of her hair.

"No. Drop them off here." A loud crash was heard in the background. "God Dammit Dad, what's going on? I gotta go." The line went dead.

Colton, oblivious to the situation, entered through the back door. "Hey, Dad. Are you home now?"

"I came for lunch and to check things out here." He extended his arm to hug his son. "But looks like your brother and sister got into some trouble. So, we're gonna go back to my office, okay kiddo?"

"Oh" Colton looked sad, most likely because sitting in his dad's office for the rest of the afternoon was a lot less fun that his jungle gym. "Okay."

"You can grab the Switch, but hurry."

Colton's face lit up at his Dad's statement. Good, Briella thought, at least her brother's day wasn't totally ruined. Surprisingly, the family arrived at Uncle Sam's office without incidence. Sam gave strict orders to sit quietly in the waiting room. Colt played on his game system and Cece with some toys she kept at the office. Briella and Brayden has no sources of entertainment. Sam had asked the receptionist to turn the TV off before retreating to his office. The two were ordered to sit on opposite sides of the room, but, naturally, Brayden made his way across the room to offer a comforting hug.

"I'm so sorry, Ella. I won't let Dad whip you." He whispered to her.

"No, I deserve it. I lied to him."

"For me. I'm telling Dad I made you do it."

"But you didn't. I agreed. I can handle it. Besides, Dad is going to whip you bad already. You know he goes easier on me."

Brayden didn't respond, but cradled his sister's head against his chest. Briella drifted into a sleep. She was awoken some time later by a jolt from her brother. "Get up. Uncle Sam."

Briella sat up straight and tried to shake the haze from her thoughts. Uncle Sam, damnit. Brayden wasn't supposed to be near her.

Uncle Sam spoke low, "Brayden Winchester. I don't know why you can't seem to follow directions today, but I have had it. Stand up." The teen complied. "Turn around, bend over, and hold onto the chair." Brayden did so and bowed his head.

All other persons in the room jumped as Sam's first hefty smack landed on Brayden's presented ass. Briella, still sitting in the chair next to him, placed her hand on top of her brothers. Brayden grunted as Sam continued spanking. His smacks were sharp and precise and Briella watched her brother flinch with each swat. If Uncle Sam did not have a sturdy hand on his back, Brayden would have stood upright. After a couple louder sounding smacks, Sam pulled his nephew into an upright position. Brayden wiped a stray tear as he apologized. Kristine, the receptionist, was staring wide eyed at her employer.

"I suggest you start listening. It's going to be a long night for you otherwise."

"Yes sir." Brayden looked like he wanted to cry. He was probably embarrassed more than in pain. Brayden could take a lot and had taken much worse, but hardly ever in the company of his siblings, let alone aquantances. Briella was embarrassed for him. Kristine was attempting to recover and undoubtedly not bring attention to her equally ashamed face and gaping eyes. Uncle Sam didn't go overboard and by no means did his treatment raise alarm for abuse, but he definitely made his point. His swing rivaled Dad, in fact it might have been worse. Dad understood his strength and size and scaled it back; Uncle Sam wasn't as confident and tended to underestimated his force, especially when angry.

"I was coming out to tell you I was finishing up. Get your things together and let's go." He moved to speak quietly with Kristine.

Briella wanted to say something to her brother but nothing sounded right in her head. She started to at least apologize but Brayden shook his head. He looked exhausted and defeated. Brayden had been disciplined in public a couple of times before and he always left the scene looking like a lost puppy. Most recently, he got a sharp smack to his thigh in the checkout line of Walmart for making a comment about the cashier's bust size. Dad had mumbled something about being lucky there were people around, but the smack was strong and loud and heads from all over turned to figure out what happened. Briella figured she was in fact lucky, as the worst she ever got in public was a stern lecture.

The ride back to the house was quiet. Even Cece and Colton kept their typical insatiable chatter to an unusual minimum. Cecilia turned to ask her brother when Sam answered a phone call, "Did it hurt?"

For his part, Brayden offered a small smile. It seemed as though Cecelia had a way of cheering him up. "Yeah Ce, it hurt."

The youngest seemed to consider his statement and handed him her stuffed kitten, "She makes me feel better."

"Thanks." He kept the animal in his lap until they arrived at their house.

Uncle Sam finished his phone call and shut off the engine. "Cecilia, I want you to find Grandpa and ask him to watch a movie. You can use my room. Got it?"

She nodded.

"Cecilia" his voice an almost growl.

"Okay Daddy." Even at 6, she was expected to answer all questions verbally.

"Colton, you can watch the movie or play outside." Sam looked into the rear view mirror.

"Yessir. I want to play outside."

Much harsher, Sam gave a final order, "Briella and Brayden, go inside and find a corner. Your Dad's waiting."

Briella's stomach was in knots and she wanted to throw up. 'Your Dad is waiting' was such an uncomfortable sentence. All kinds of horrible thoughts ran through her head of punishment ideas. They all sounded painful.

The passenger car door was ripped open and a strong grip placed on Briella's forearm. "I said, go inside." Sam yelled and he moved his grip to her bicep. His other hand swung down and smacked her ass as she got out of the car. It was hard and she let out a whimper. Uncle Sam yelled something about following directions but Briella couldn't concentrate right now.

The good news was Briella never had to wait in the corner, the bad news being Dad was waiting for them. He stood in the open dining room, eyes blazing and arms crossed. Brayden was standing in front of him, stiff. She moved to stand beside her twin.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" Dad asked, stone faced. "You were told to stay in your room Brayden. I gave you clear orders to keep your ass planted. You can kiss the next three weeks goodbye. And this time, you will stay in your damn room."

Brayden responded to the short lecture, "Yes sir."

Dad focused his attention to Briella, "I'm just as pissed off with you. You lied to me. I let you have friends over because I trusted you."

That hurt, and Briella started crying. She never should have agreed to Brayden's plan. None of this would have happened if she just said no.

"Alright, I'm done talking. You two know what you did and what's going to happen. Sammy?" The brother motioned towards his kids, "Anything to add?"

Uncle Sam had been standing behind Dad with a bitch face throughout the telling off. "I'm just pissed neither of you are able to follow simple directions." His voice started to raise, "You have done nothing but be defiant and disrespectful all afternoon."

Uncle Sam's words were hard to hear. Briella wasn't trying to be disrespectful, she just wanted to have some fun. And in the car, she didn't mean to disobey, she just didn't want to face her angry father.

Briella's throat went dry as Dad started to unbuckle his belt and pull it loose. She had been spanked a few other times with the belt and it was the worst pain she had ever experienced.

"Dad. Please don't whip Ella. She didn't do anything."

Dean's eyes narrowed as he spoke, "She lied to me."

"Yeah because I made her!"

Uncle Sam walked closer to the group, "Briella made her own decisions."

"But she wouldn't have done it if I hadn't told her to."

"That may be true, Bray. But she still made the choice to lie to your dad. And I agree she needs to be punished."

"No. I won't let you. You can beat me twice."

"First - nobody is getting beat. I am going to spank your ass though. Second - Both of you know exactly how I feel about lying! When have I ever let that go?" Dad was yelling again.

Briella knew where this was heading. It would end with Brayden pissing Dad off enough that he was the main target. She had to stop that from happening.

"It's okay. I deserve it. Dad trusted me."

"But you already feel like shit about it."

"Enough! I said I was done talking about this. You both disobeyed me and your both getting punished. Briella bend over the table."

She moved to the family's large dining room table and put her hands on the surface. She was crying and her vision blurred. Thankfully Dad recognized she wasn't trying to be defiant, and walked towards her.

"Come on Baby, lay down so we can get this over with." Dad spoke from behind her and placed a hand on her back giving a gentle push.

As she lowered herself and turned her head, Briella watched her uncle pull her brother towards the other side of the table.

"What? Brayden?" She blabbed.

Understanding his confused daughter, Dad answered, "You two planned this out together. You get whupped together." Dad reasoned, "And it was Sammy's grounding he broke. He gets the honors."

She didn't want to, but something was telling Briella to look towards her brother. He wore the same look of defeat from the office and allowed Uncle Sam to bend him over. The first smack of the leather surprised Briella, and she let out a shriek. She reached a hand back to stop it and it was quickly smacked by Dad's hand. "Keep your hand outta here." He admonished and roughly placed it back on the table. Briella watched her Uncle's doubled over belt rise and smack into her brother's ass. He grunted and let out a sound out from the back of his throat. She was quickly able to sympathize with his pain as two more quick lashes fell. The pain was starting to become unbearable and between Brayden's grunts and Briella's shrieks, the room was becoming overwhelming.

She heard her Dad during a brief pause, "Last couple sweetheart."

The belt landed then on her thighs, which were only half covered by her sundress. Three more landed rapidly in roughly the same spot.

Briella laid on the table sobbing, her head was pounding in sync with her ass. She couldn't move and didn't want to. She made notice that her brother's spanking was still on-going. How he was able to handle the pain she did not know. Briella knew her Dad was being way easier on her than Uncle Sam was on Brayden. She stood up just as Uncle Sam made a demand, "That's for the grounding and disrespect. Now for the smoking. Drop your jeans."

Briella was frozen in place as she watched her Uncle strike her brother's bare thighs and lightly protected butt. Brayden did let out a scream this round and was begging for it to end. Finally after two more precise smacks to the center of his naked thighs, Uncle Sam set the belt on the table. Briella hadn't realized her Dad was hugging her and offering comforting words until the punishment had fully ended. Her uncle and brother were mimicking the embrace.

Dad's voice sounded rough, but loving, "Please don't make me do that again, sweetheart." He kissed her head.

"I don't plan on it Daddy. That hurt."

"I know. I hope next time your brother comes up with a crazy ass plan to defy me, you stay outta it."

"Yessir. I will."

Briella was dismissed with a final squeeze to her bedroom to change and wash her face. Brayden was left downstairs, and as she approached the top of the staircase, could hear him apologizing and awaiting any further punishment.

She entered her bedroom and noticed her phone was lit up. Dad didn't say anything about being grounded so she picked it up. 10 new messages. 3 from Addison, 1 each from Lily, Luke and Carson, and 4 from Aria. All were expressing concern for her and asking how everything was. She decided the best solution would be a group message.

Briella: So that sucked.

Lily: OMG finally. Are you okay?

Carson: About time. I thought your uncle slaughtered you guys.

Aria: ELLA! holy shit finally. Are you okay? How's Brayden? Was is awful. Omg I was so worried. What happened?

Briella: I'm fine. Bray is alright I guess. IDK he's still with our Dad.

Aria: Did he... you know.

Briella: Yeah

Carson: So are you guys grounded?

Luke: Ya did he kill ya

Addison: She can't be grounded. She has her phone. Wait are you?

Briella: Brayden is definitely still grounded. I don't think I am. Nobody said I was.

Carson: so did you just get yelled at?

Briella: There was definitely a lot of yelling.

Luke: You got your ass beat didn't ya

Aria: OMG Luke!

Addison: NO WAY.

Carson: Shit man. You can't ask her that.

Briella: Yes. Okay my Dad fucking beat my ass. And Sam Brayden. Yes it hurt. And Yes I'm fucking miserable and crying.

Aria: I'm sorry Ella, Brayden told me how much it hurts and how embarrassing it is. I love you guys.

Briella's phone went off a few more times but she didn't feel like talking about it anymore. She wanted to crawl into bed and forget the last 5 hours. Her curiosity got the better of her though and she looked at the messages. A private text from Carson caught her eye.

Carson: hey, I'm really sorry about your Dad and Brayden. I don't talk about it a lot but I know how you feel and how bad it hurts. Only my Dad uses a paddle he made. If you ever wanna talk about it, I'm here for ya. I had a lot of fun hanging out with you today. Maybe sometime we could hang out just the 2 of us.

And suddenly, everything that had happened today was worth it. Briella smiled and offered an affirmative response.