"Sam." Clint said, setting a hand on the others knee. "remember what i told you before? that what we do is all about consent? if i didn't like it, NAtasha wouldn't do it, no exceptions." he promised. "i like being spanked... most of the time." he admitted. "there are days when i'm just, not able to handle it, and i always tell her on those days. always." he promised. "it's not 'real' punishment, but it feels that way for me. it's just enough to sooth me. it doesn't really hurt, it isn't all that humiliating, it won't damage me and it helps me feel settled in my own skin." he admitted. "that doesn't mean you have to like it. and it certainly doesn't mean you have to participate." he promised. "to be fully honest with you, it's more of a punishment when she makes me stand in a corner and ignores me." he admitted. "and i'm sure you'll see that happen too." he half wanted to warn Sam that the only time Clint got corner time was when he was too fucked in his own head and she had to strip him down so far and drag him up from a bad head-space, or on rarer occasions it was when he really pissed her off. usually by risking his health, safety or life during a mission. he didn't do that hardly at all anymore. falling into a bad head-space was pretty damn rare too, though sometimes Natasha would stick him in the corner just to see him cry. because he always did after corner time. always. he hated it and needed it and loved it all at the same time. more often than not he didn't even know he needed it. Natasha could always read the warning signs before he even realized he was in a bad mood. likewise, he always new what she needed the most. when she needed him to bend her over and strap her back red, chain her to the bed and simply sit there and stare at her until she gave in. when she needed him to use her instead of treat her like a person. it was just getting Sam there, to understand it was something they needed, they wanted, they liked. hopefully a light spanking would help ease him into the lifestyle.
Dean fussed as he was nudged and re-positioned but settled back to sleep easily enough. Lisa had to smile when Cas jumped and smiled at him. "that's true i suppose but i'm sure you must still be a bit tired." she admitted, watching him. "that's also true, and being honest here, of the three of us i am easily the most helpless." she admitted, smiling at him. "you can. you're very good at it." she admitted, running her fingers through Cas's hair. "you are completely adorable. Dean is just cute." she admitted with a playful grin.