Summary: These will just be five ficlets based on the characters of Teen Wolf. Characters may seem out of character at times. These ficlets are personally written.

General Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, I also don't own Teen Wolf. I don't make any money from these stories.

Ficlet #1

Note: Takes place during season three

Pairing: Isaac/Allison

Warning: Contains profanity, non-consensual M/F disciplinary spanking of a minor, and a small portion of shirtlessness.

"The Lies She Told"

Allison had just got back from Lydia's house at nine o'clock. Her father was out hunting at the moment, and it was a dangerous hunt. There were three Alpha's on the loose during a full moon. That's why her dad had told her she couldn't be apart of it.

Earlier that day Mr. Argent spoke with his only daughter and explained that the hunt was more than she could handle and that he wanted her to stay home. Allison wanted to whine and argue about it, but she knew better. Anyways, she thought to herself, maybe I could just sneak out and stay out of the way. He'd never know.

But what she didn't know, was that he called Isaac that morning and asked him if he could stop by and check on Alisson to make sure she was still there. Mr. Argent knew his daughter, she wouldn't want to stay out of a hunt if she could help it.

With Allison sitting on her bed, debating about what to do; she finally said, "screw it," and got up. Going over to her closet, she got out her crossbow, arrows, a black hoodie, black tank top, and black leggings. She started to get dressed and when she was done she sat back down on her bed and put on her boots. Still sitting on the bed facing her closet she said, "alright, I can do this."

"Do what," she heard a familiar voice. Allison jumped when hearing him and whipped her body around to face the door. Standing in the doorway, leaning against the door jamb, with his arms crossed stood Isaac. She stared at him in confusion. What is he doing here, she thought. She hadn't invited him over, hell she hadn't even invited him in. The pretty teenager continued to stare at her friend in shock.

"Um… Isaac... Wh- what're you doing here?"

"You're father asked me to swing by and check on you. Said he was going hunting and didn't want you tagging along with him."

"My dad told you to come here?" she asked quizzically.

"Yeah, that's what I just said." Isaac stood up straight and started to advance towards her. "He said he wanted me to stop by and see if you were still here."

"Well, I'm still here, so… You can go now," she tried to get this conversation out the door, but failed. Now Isaac stood in front of her with his arms crossed again.

"You going somewhere?" he asked, noticing her clothes looked different from earlier at school.

"Nope," He heard her heartbeat pick up and instantly knew she had just lied to him. But, he wasn't done toying with her yet. He would let Allison continue to lie to him and then let her feel stupid when she slips up.

"Then why are you wearing your hunting clothes? Also, your crossbow is on your desk," Isaac observed.

"Oh, well, you see, I was fixing my bow. As for the clothes, I just wanted to make sure they still fit." Her heartbeat picked up again.

A smile crept upon Isaac's face, and it started to worry her.

"You sure about that? Because I think you were planning on sneaking out when daddy told you not to." He went over to her desk and picked up her bow. "Plus this doesn't look broken."

"Well-"

"I know you're lying to me, Allison. So, you can just stop running your mouth."

She looked at him bug-eyed. The brown haired girl wasn't expecting this problem to occur. Looking down, she struggled to find a way out of the mess she made. As she sat criss-cross on her bed, facing Isaac by her desk, she shot off and tried to make a run for the door. A very bad move on her part. Isaac beat her to it, blocking the exit.

"I don't think that was a very smart choice. Trying to sneak out, lying to me, and trying to run away. I was called to come over to check on you and prevent you from going and getting yourself killed, and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

Allison thought about her next choice of words as well as her next move. She could play the seductive card and then attack him. She could tell him fine and if he choose to stick around then she could climb out the window. Thinking about it, she knows he's stronger and faster than her, so fighting him might not be the best option. So, she choose to play the sneak out card.

"Fine," Allison spoke, crossing her arms while pouting. Isaac was sort of taken back that she wasn't arguing. And then he narrowed his eyes and scoffed.

"Yeah, right. Like you're going to just give up that easily. Plus, you're heart rate is through the roof right now."

Standing there blank-faced, Allison couldn't believe it. She can not get this guy to leave her alone. Deciding she had enough of this bull shit, she stepped back and swung her fist in a left-hook. Isaac quickly caught her fist and maneuvered both of her arms behind her back. Then he started to walk her towards her bed.

"Ok, now I'm adding trying to attack me to that list."

Allisons world spun right before her eyes, literally. Isaac sat down on the right side of her bed, let go of her arms, turned her to the side, and placed her over his left knee. It all happened so fast it seemed like she just couldn't prevent it. Confused, but trying to get a grasp on what was happening, she blurted out, "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Well, let's see, you tried to sneak out after your dad explained why you couldn't go with him. Then you lied to me, then you tried to make a run for it, then you try to attack me. Also, you're over my knee. Figure it out," He finished and then wrapped his arm firmly around her waist.

Bringing his left hand up high, Isaac let it fall down firmly on her petite ass. Three smacks into the spanking, Allison started squirming at the realization of what was going on. "Isaac, you have, Aw! No right to do this! Aw!"

"Hm, I think I do. As your friend, who also promised your father that I'd protect you, and after all the shit you pulled; you've earned this. And I'm gonna give it to you."

He didn't pause once as he continued to rain down smacks across her legging covered butt.

*Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack.*

By now Allison was fighting to hold back sobs. It was really starting to burn now. This hardship continued as Isaac picked up the pace and moved onto a different spanking tactic. Before he was spanking each cheek one at a time, now the pattern was smacking one place at a time, ten times and then moving to another spot.

She was squirming and fighting back tears. Struggling against his firm hand, she let out a gasp, that lead to a cry, which lead to tears. Isaac didn't expect it to be this hard to carry out the punishment now that she was crying. But, if it helped her learn, then he would do it. Isaac cared for Allison and only wanted her safe. Plus, if something were to happen to her, being on her father's bad side probably wasn't a good idea.

Pausing for a brief moment, he tugged down her black leggings and now started spanking the skin around her lacy, blue panties. This made her cry out louder and kick harder too. Before it was tolerable, but now, this was just fucking hell.

"Isaac! Please! No more! Awww!"

Ignoring her pleas, he continued with the spanking. Making the once pink patches of skin a few shades darker. As he smacked away on her behind, Alison tried twice to reach back and stop him. But Isaac only grabbed her wrist and threw it back down beside her. She grabbed his leg and placed her other hand on the floor.

Letting out a loud wail, her protests began to build up. She begged, pleaded, cried, and apologized, but no clemency was shown towards her. Wriggling as hard as she could, it frustrated her that she couldn't get out of the trap she was in.

After struggling against the hand of fury for sometime, she felt that her leggings had slid down to her ankles and were actually almost completely off. Then, something shocked her making her horrified. Isaac actually took off her underwear and slid them down to her knees. Kicking, struggling, and protesting against this act, he started to spank her harder than before. He wasn't using his full strength, but just enough to make her notice the difference.

His hand shot up and down, making an impact on his target. When he was done paying attention to her cheeks, Isaac started in on her sit spots. This was a more sensitive area causing her to shriek and sob harder than before.

Moving his hard hand from one spot to the other, left right, left right; he could tell Allison was starting to cry harder, yet struggle less. The submission was taking him by surprise, but he kept his focus.

Going back to the other method he used earlier, he was now smacking one sit spot at a time, ten times in a row. Allison hated this so much. It hurt and she was growing tired of it, she was actually growing tired in general. When he repeated doing this for the fourth time, she had completely given up and went limp over his lap.

Allison sobbed out, "aww… Isaac, please..."

But, to her great horror, he kept it up.

Isaac gave her one more round of ten smacks on her left sit spot and then stopped, finally. He let her lay over his knee as she cried. The teenage boy even started rubbing her back, trying to soothe her. After about ten minutes of laying over his knee with her butt exposed, Allison realized this and twisted her body to face him. Isaac didn't expect this, so he was a bit taken back and also felt bad when he saw her tear stained face.

"Ar- Are, you, done?" She asked still crying a bit."

"Yeah, I'm done," he awkwardly went to scratch behind his ear.

"Can, I get u- up, now?"

His eyes widened a little realising the awkward position she's still in. "Oh, yeah, sorry," he said helping her stand.

Isaac looked away as she pulled up her underwear and leggings. When she finished, Allison just stared at him as he sat there on the bed. He returned the gaze as he stood up. When he saw that she was still crying, the curly haired teen brought his friend in for a hug. Allison greatly accepted the comfort and returned the affection. For a couple minutes they stood like that while the girls tears slowly lessened.

Isaac placed his hands on her upper arms and pulled her back to look at her. She stopped crying and was now just sniffling. He gave her a tissue and she wiped away the remaining tear streaks on her beautiful face. Once she finished, Allison threw the clean-x away, and focused back on her friend.

"I'm sorry, Isaac. I won't do anything like that again."

"It's ok. And I know you won't, because if you do, that won't be the last time I'll put you over my knee."

Allison's eyes widened upon hearing this. She would do anything not to encounter another situation like this. She simply casted her eyes down and nodded in understandment.

Isaac put his pointer finger and thumb under her chin and tilted it up so he could look at her. His eyes were trapped in awe as he stared down into her beautiful, brown ones. Allison was starting to share the same emotion he was as she returned the look. Leaning down, Isaac lightly pressed his lips against hers. He now placed his hands on either side of her head as he stood there and passionately kissed her. Allison lifted her heels off the ground to feel closer to him, and kiss as hard as him.

"When will your father be home?" He said casting a dazed yet focused stare at her.

"I think around twelve. Why?"

"Good," he commented and took off his shirt revealing strong muscles and abb's that made Allison's eyes widen and mouth drop as she tightened with lust.

"Because this is why," Isaac added as he began kissing her again.

The End