A/N: Pretty much PWP smutty Destiel yumminess. Enjoy.

Warning: contains consensual spanking of an adult.

Prompts came from Captchas in the Destiel vs Faberry eonline poll.

Prompt: "Shoe"

Worn-out pages of an ancient book rested in the older Winchester's hands. His face was pressed into an expression of deep concentration and involvement as he scanned the page for any relevant information. He had been at it for hours.
Exhausted and somewhat brain-dead he sighed and slammed the book closed, sending clouds of dust into the air, making it sparkle brilliantly in the sunlight. He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes, when he felt something warm grasp his shoulder.
He wheeled around, finding his face level with the crotch of an angel.

"Shit, Cas, you startled me," Dean admonished teasingly.

Cas's beautifully expressive eyes seemed to suddenly find the floor very interesting.

An embarrassed angel was the cutest thing, in Dean's opinion. After a second he reached forward , grinning, to hold the angel's stubbled chin, tilting it upwards to make eye contact. "God, Cas, you have no idea how sexy you look right now."

Castiel, however, raised his head with a spark of anger in the deep blue of his eyes. "Did you just use my Father's name in vain in my presence, Dean Winchester?"

Shit. Dean gulped. It had been a long time since he made that mistake, but he hadn't forgotten what happened when he did.

"Did you, or did you not, Dean?" Castiel asked, with a commanding authority in his voice.

The usually macho Dean looked surprisingly boyish and ashamed, "I did, Cas. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Well we'll just have to make sure of that, now won't we?" The angel purred, an evil grin twitching at the corners of his mouth. With assurance he strode over to one of the beds and sat down, offering his lap to the other man.

Dean felt his heart jump.

"Assume the position" Castiel ordered, with authority in his voice.

Nervously Dean walked over, hands behind his back like a child being scolded, and cautiously lowered himself across the angel's lap. This was not a new experience for him, he knew what to do, but it was most certainly not his favorite pastime.

Castiel grabbed Dean and roughly repositioned him to his liking, stomach down, across his lap, ass just to the side, so that his crotch was against Dean's lower torso and Dean's crotch was pressed into his thigh. Perfectly vulnerable.

Dean was well aware of how vulnerable he was. Still, all he could focus on was the fact that he was on Cas's lap. An angel's lap. His angel's lap. And spankings usually ended quite pleasurably for both of them. He felt his cock twitch against the angel's warm thigh.

Reaching down, he removed his shoe, and held it above Dean's perfect ass, ready to strike.

"Why are you getting punished, Dean?" Castiel asked, bring him back from fantasy to reality.

"I used the Lord's name in vain..." Dean managed to squeak out. He really hated being in this position, but he knew from experience that if he tried to fight Castiel that the angel would always win, and would then punish him further for the effort.

"Correct. Directly disobeying the third commandment. And for that you will receive 30 swats."

Dean internally cringed. 30. This was going to hurt.

"Are you ready?"

Dean nodded, face stoic, refusing to show any fear.

"Then count them out."

And with that he swung his arm down.

"One." Dean said confidently, biting his lip.

Without a moment's hesitation the next blow came down.

"Two."

This time Dean squeaked a bit and wriggled, trying to move his ass away from the source of pain.

Castiel simply wrapped his other arm around the squirming man to hold him in place.

As much as he tried to escape, he could not. Castiel was strong and had him in a vice-like grip. No matter what he tried, he could not free himself. He was completely helpless to protect his backside.

It was in this manner that the next 13 were delivered, Dean squirming, and Cas holding him tight.

At the end of the 15th Dean breathed a sigh of relief to himself. Half way done. His backside was sore, but he had to admit that this wasn't as much of a punishment as it ought to be. He wondered if Cas had noticed his warm hardness pressing into his thigh as he squirmed every time the shoe came down. Probably not, his jeans were fairly thick.

He wasn't sure why his body was reacting like this. Something about Cas being in control lit something inside of him. And then he couldn't ignore the fact that he was pressed into Cas's groin and being held tight. Yes, this was definitely hot.

He was brought out of his musings by Castiel's calm voice.

"That is half of them. For the second half you will remove your jeans, but keep your boxers on, and I will use my hand. Remove your jeans now."

Dean looked up incredulously at the angel. This had never been part of of the ritual before. Something about the look in his eyes told Dean not to question it though, and so he grudgingly stood and began to unbuckle his belt. When he had removed it he stepped out of his jeans and put himself back on Castiel's lap, hoping the angel had not noticed his prominent erection.
His hope was in vain, however, and Castiel inwardly smirked to himself. He was really enjoying himself. The object of his affections was half-naked and about to be pressing himself onto his lap, completely under his control. What would the warmth of Dean's ass feel like as he swatted it? He shuddered as he began imagining Dean's cock against his thigh with only boxers in between.

"Now back on my lap" he ordered, relishing the control.

Dean complied, the thoughts running through his head most certainly not angel-appropriate.

Castiel raised his hand, his heart rate quickening, and loudly smacked down it against Dean's warm rear.
He cried out in a very unmanly fashion. That hurt. A lot. More than the shoe through his jeans. Still, he did not squirm this time. He wasn't going to give that smart-ass angel that satisfaction anymore.

Another smack landed on the other cheek. And another.

At the fourth strike Dean squirmed and ground his hips into Castiel's leg in an attempt to escape the onslaught.

Before he could control himself Castiel let out a moan at the unexpected friction and jerked his own hips up.

Dean's head jerked up in surprise. He most certainly had not been expecting that. Castiel had never lost control of his reactions during the spanking before. He could use this to his advantage.
As the fifth swat came down he used the force of the blow to grind his hips even harder into Castiel's thigh and rub his stomach across the man's groin, and purposely let out a soft sensual moan.
Castiel's head tilted back a fraction, an action that was not lost on the man lying across his lap.
Seeing the pleasure that this was causing Cas caused Dean's already erect cock to twitch in his thin boxers.

"You think you're being funny, do you?" Castiel asked, mock anger in his voice.

Dean only smirked.

The smirk was soon wiped off his face, however, as Castiel rained spanks number seven, eight, nine, and ten down on his ass in quick succession.

"Owww!" Dean squealed and squirmed around on Cas's lap.

Castiel only smiled before beginning to rub Dean's sore rear. He could feel the heat from the rouged cheeks as it radiated through the fabric.

"Just 5 more, and then we're done, Dean."

He was beginning to enjoy the feeling of his ass being rubbed. The angel's hands were skillful, and there was something to be said for having your ass massaged while lying across the lap of a very sexy soldier of the Lord. Dean's cock grew completely hard, and he began moving his hips up and down. He wanted nothing more than to grab the angel and pin him down, and then lick him all over his-

He was jolted out of his fantasy by another sharp pain. And then another, and another.

"Sonofabitch!"
It was then that all of it became too much and Dean squirmed and wriggled in frustration. Somehow, in Castiel's shock at the rebellion, Dean managed to free himself. He had only taken a step, however, when the strong angel was behind him, body pressed against him. He was grabbed and forced face-down on the bed. His predicament became clear to him: he was spread eagle on his stomach atop the bed, with Castiel sitting on top of him, forcefully pinning his wrists down. Yes, he was completely at the Castiel's mercy (or lackthereof).

"So you think this is a game, Dean?" The angel growled in his ear.

Dean could only whimper as Castiel held him down on the bed.

The angel began to roughly grind his hips into Dean's already sore ass, causing him to whimper even more.

"Getting me all horny when I'm trying to punish you?"

He could feel Castiel's hardness pressing between the cheeks of his ass every time he gyrated. He shuddered. This was fucking hot.

"What should I do to you, Dean Winchester? What should happen to misbehaving hunters that try to make angels horny?" Castiel growled in his ear, tightening his firm grip on the wrists of the man beneath him

Dean groaned. It was rare that Castiel talked dirty, and he was almost never dominant. In fact, it had always been Dean that topped. Yet here Castiel was, taking complete control over what he wanted, grinding that delicious cock hard against his ass. God, he wanted Cas so badly.

"Maybe I should take you in the same way that you've taken me, Dean. Would you like that? I could claim your ass, and then you would never forget this lesson."

"Oh God, yes, please..." Dean managed to plead, his hips already forcefully grinding into the bed in desperation. The feeling of the angel on top of him was driving him mad with desire. He would have agreed to anything at that point just for any kind of stimulation.

*SMACK*

His hips jumped at the unexpected strike.

"You really haven't learned your lesson, have you? You did it again! Well I guess I'll have to make sure that you will remember this for a long time."

A/N: Please let me know what you think! I hope you have enjoyed it thus far. A big thanks to missmuffinpants for all her help!

There will definitely be some dirty sex soon, including awkward!Castiel topping.

No promises when the next chapter will be up. My updates are pretty sporadic, depending on homework.
Also, please let me know if there are any glaring grammatical mistakes. (I know I probably have a billion comma splices)

Thanks for reading :)