"Are you really sure about this?" The question came from Isaac as he and Scott sat in said boy's room.

"Positive, this is supposed to be the biggest party of the year, Stiles is already waiting for us in his jeep just up the road. I told him we'd meet in in twenty minutes, we'll go have some drinks, it isn't like we can get drunk anyways from it, maybe a nice make out session with some girls, huh?"

"Yeah, but if Derek catches us…"

"Derek won't catch us; we've gone over this a hundred times. Its past eleven, so after he has his usual drink he'll stay in the den watching tv for another hour or two and go to bed. Like always, he thinks we're about to crash anyways."

Isaac let out a deep sigh, "Alright. Let's go." After the verbal confirmation, Scott slid the window up easily and popped the screen out before slipping it under Isaac's bed to put back when they came home from the party. Scott had Isaac jump out the window first so that after he climbed out, he could slide the window down just enough so that when they came back he could reopen it for them.

"Stiles said he parked at the end of the road, so we shouldn't have to walk that far," Scott said to both himself and to Isaac as they made their way down the street in search of the unmistakable jeep.

"There he is," Isaac said before Scott had the chance to. Stiles was sitting on the hood of his vehicle and when he saw his two friends walking towards him he jumped off and hurriedly got into the jeep. "He's pretty excited to get going."

"Yeah. Malia is gonna be at the party too, so he's been going crazy about getting there as soon as possible."

"Hey guys, ready to go?" Stiles asked as the two climbed into his jeep.

"Ready as we're gonna get," Scott laughed, flipping the radio to an upbeat music station instead of the usual police radio Stiles liked to snoop in on. While Scott was doing that, Stiles fired up his car and drove off towards the party's location, which was a clearing in the woods, perfect for a drunken bonfire.

At the party, people were already gathered around a fire or off in a secluded group of few, but everyone was chattering loudly with a red cup in hand. Stiles ran off in search of Malia while Scott and Isaac grabbed a few drinks from a random table they spotted nearby.

None of the three boys drank a whole lot, there was really no point for Scott and Isaac to and Stiles had to drive. When it closing in on midnight, Isaac had found a random girl to dance with near the giant fire that was blazing in the middle of all the activity. It was also at this time that he looked up to see another car pulling up to the party. At first he assumed it was another late arrive, but when he noticed the black shine of the seemingly new car that made the three scratches on its hood seem off putting that he dropped his hands off the pretty blonde's hips. "What's wrong handsome?" the blonde purred turning to face Isaac and wrap her arms around his neck.

During this time, Isaac watched the door of the driver side open and two feet appeared wearing black boots and he pulled the girls' arms off him, "I have to go. I'm really sorry Sherri," he turned and went off in search of Scott. It didn't take long for him to find his friend, who was laughing with Stiles at some joke he hadn't heard, "Scott…Derek's here."

Scott handed Isaac a cup full of beer with a grin, "Very funny Isaac," he said, thinking Isaac was just trying to scare him and so when Isaac's face paled he didn't react.

He didn't react until a familiar heavy hand pressed down on his shoulder and a terrifyingly familiar voice spoke, "I don't think Isaac is telling Jokes, Scott."

Scott jumped instantly, knocking over a few cups in the process as he turned to look at a very pissed off Derek Hale. "Derek!" Scott's voice betrayed him when it cracked.

Stiles looked over his shoulder and gulped, "Looks like your party is over."

"Yours is too Stiles Stilinski. I knew you'd be here too, and unless you want me calling the sheriff I suggest you get your ass home too." Derek threatened not only Stiles' ass but every teen who was currently in the vicinity with the prospect of cops.

The threat was taken very seriously as Stiles stood, letting go of Malia's hand and with a quick "I'll text you," was sprinting to his jeep.

"So, would you two like to talk now or after I take you home?" The older male asked as both teens stared at him dumbfounded. "Well?" Derek's left eyebrow lifted into a perfect arch when neither boy spoke or made a move towards the location of his car.

Finally, Isaac broke free of his trance and shook his head, grabbing Scott's forearm "Let's go Scott, before we become the laughing stock of school," the words were mumbled low enough so only the three wolves would be able hear, and Malia, before pulling Scott with him.

Scott picked up the pace, and walked ahead of Derek as the two teens made their way towards the car that would ultimately seal their doom. Once again, Isaac eyed the hood of the car, the scratches had come from a Saturday when he and Scott were rough housing and when claws were bared, Scott scratched the car but both their asses paid for it.

Both Scott and Isaac slid into the backseat, neither of them wanted to risk being too close to Derek at the moment. It was silly, knowing Derek wasn't really going to hurt them aside from an aching backside, but neither wanted to risk getting a smack upside the head. "Someone care to explain why, when I came in to check on you two, I found you gone and Isaac's window screen underneath his bed?" Both boys started talking wildly, trying to explain the situation until Derek looked in his rearview mirror, "One at a time! Isaac."

Isaac licked his lips, which had gone dry before he started to talk, "Some of the seniors were throwing this huge bonfire party tonight and everybody was invited. It's the coolest party of the year and we had to go or we'd be branded losers. We knew you wouldn't ever allow it, so after we thought you'd be close to going to bed, we snuck out my window and we were gonna sneak back in, in a few hours."

"Scott?"

"That's basically it," Scott started off, shifting in his seat, "I popped Isaac's screen out so that we could get in and out the window. We didn't think you'd come and check in on us…"

"Obviously you two were wrong, and I would have been right to disallow you from coming to this party. A hundred or more underage kids drinking in the woods? When we get back to the house I want you both to take a shower, you stink of beer and dirt. After that I want you in the living room, is that clear?"

"Yes Sir," both teens said in misery as Derek drove one.

They arrived home at 12:18 and Derek went inside ahead of them, not bothering to check if they were coming or not. "This bites, I knew he'd catch us." Isaac was complaining as the pair got out and sulked to the door.

"Next time you should talk me out of stuff like this."

Both teens went to Isaac's room first to grab some pajamas and Isaac went to the bathroom closer to his room and Scott went to the master bath attached to Derek's room. Scott felt he had the short end of the stick because he got to see the half a dozen belts that Derek kept hanging up, none of which would ever see his ass. Derek had a very specific belt he used to tan their hides and he prayed the man wasn't going to use it.

After their quick showers, Isaac and Scott were both waiting in the living room for Derek. A bit sleepy now that it was 12:30 in the morning, but boys just wanted to go to bed. "Alright, Scott" Scott whirled around when he heard his name called and a shiver ran down his spine when saw a flat wooden hairbrush in Derek's hand, it wasn't a belt, but it was still going to hurt like hell.

"Yes?" He hoped he didn't have to go first.

"Come here," shit. Scott stood, and after Derek sat down on the love seat across from him, he slid his feet across the floor until he stood right next to Derek's lap. "Want to tell me what you're in trouble for?"

Of course he didn't, Scott wanted nothing more than to just get yelled at and be sent to bed. But no, his alpha just had to be one that decided his young betas learned best with a sore butt. "I snuck out after curfew to a party that had alcohol, and I could've destroyed the window when I popped out the screen."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Scott was looking at tan carpet and a breeze was now running across his naked ass, why did it have to be bare? "Unless he acts up any further, Isaac can keep his pants on, but since you were the one to remove the screen Scott, you're spanking is to bare. You are right, had you not known what you were doing, and I hate to think why you knew, then you could have easily broken the window's screen. So, you're getting a warm-up and then ten with the hairbrush, here." Derek placed said hairbrush in front of Scott's face before shifting the boy again to have better access. "You don't have to count the first round, but I expect you to count when I use the brush," without any warning, Derek landed the first smack with his hand, causing Scott's body to lurch forward with the impact, and a pained and surprised gasp to leave his lips.

"Yes Sir," Scott verbalized his understanding with the next stinging smack. "AH!" Scott's face reddened, he hated going first for one reason. Isaac had to watch, it was so embarrassing, at least when he was second Isaac was to absorbed in his own pain to pay attention to Scott's spanking, but he suspected Isaac felt the same way. "I'm Sorry!" The words flew from his mouth as a pink hand print was left on his right butt cheek.

"I bet you are, am I going to have to repeat this Scott McCall?"

"No sir!" Scott felt his arms prickle with goosebumps and his eyes shut tight as Derek increased the speed behind his smacks. "Please Derek!" Scott's legs jerked, unable to go very far since they were trapped, but the involuntary movement still occurred nonetheless. "OW!" He howled the exclamation out, his eyes opening and the only thing he could see through his tears was that damned hairbrush, he hated that he had to look at it, reminding him that his ass may be burning now, but it was going to be on actual fire in a minute.

Once Scott's behind was a nice pink color, Derek rested his hand on the boy's lower back. "You're doing good Scott, now. Hand me the hairbrush," Derek didn't move, but waited for his request to be answered.

Scott sniffled, glad that his poor butt had a break from the onslaught of terror Derek was causing it. He closed his eyes again, blinking away the tears that had formed before looking at the object Derek wanted. He reached out with his right hand, grabbing a hold of the cool wood before lifting it and holding it behind his head, all too soon he felt the weight of it leave as Derek took it from him. Derek allowed Scott to readjust himself and watched as the kid tried to recompose his face, but his cheeks were still flush from the crying he had already done. The man would have liked nothing more than to stop the spanking early and send the two, obviously, tired boys to bed, but they had to learn that actions had consequences. So, after Scott was as prepared as he was going to get, Derek let the first CRACK of the hairbrush leave its painful red oval behind on Scott's already sore bottom. "AHHH! Ow ow!" The first one was always the worst because it happened before the rhythm started and so the spankee had no way of knowing when it would come, "One Sir.''

Derek only looked up for a second to see Isaac had his head down, staring at his feet as he tried not to look at Scott. Both boys knew how embarrassing it was to be the first one spanked, and so they always tried to give each other as much privacy as possible. Derek's next crack of the brush came exactly two seconds later, and he was met with a muffled cry and strained "Two Sir," from Scott.

"Six Sir!" Scott's legs tried to turn up, but as they were still trapped it was impossible. "Please Derek! No more! I won't ever sneak off aga-OW!" Pleading was useless, but it never stopped them. Derek didn't hold it against them, he did the same as a kid. "Seven Sir" Scott's voice broke, it was at this point in the spanking he knew any pleading was useless and he might as well quit, he was almost done now so he might as well take it. "Eight Sir," Scott was crying openly, his shoulders shook and tears flew from his eyes, water droplets staining the carpet. Derek much rather Scott made a big fuss, the brokenness and obedience of the kid's voice and actions hurting him the most. "Nine Sir," it was a whisper, but Scott couldn't manager anymore. The end was just as bad as the beginning, the beginning of a spanking was terrible because you still had so much to go before you were done, but the end was just as bad if not worse because you were so close to being finished that you thought it wasn't really going to end. Scott's last pained gasp had a hint of relief as he forced himself to speak "Ten Sir," he shut his eyes and fisted at the carpet, a tiny part of him expecting Derek to add one more, but he knew the man wouldn't. He had said ten and he meant it.

"Alright Scott, you can stand now," Derek was only met with a pitiful cry because he had pulled the kid's boxers and pajama bottoms back up. Scott stood, his face red and puffy from all the crying, one thing about dual spankings was he was never sure if he would be comforted before or after the other person's spanking. And was relieved when Derek pulled him back down to hug him. "I hate having to do that Scott, I hope you've learned your lesson from this."

"I have, I swear," Scott muttered into Derek's shoulder, despite the fact he'd probably do something to earn another trip over his alpha's knee, but in this moment he swore he'd be perfect because dammit, spankings hurt, and it hurt to know Derek hated it too. After a few more minutes, Scott pulled back and wiped at his face before easing down next to Isaac. Now at 12:38, he wanted to go to bed, but since Isaac sat through his spanking, then Scott had to as well, even if he was going to be preoccupied with the fire that was his butt. "Alright Isaac, your turn." Isaac looked up from the floor and gulped, his body was tense as he made his way to Derek, but his body relaxed when Derek's hand rested on his shoulder easily. "Just like I asked Scott. Why are you about to be punished Isaac?"

Isaac's eyes drifted to the hand that was on his shoulder, despite the fact it was soon to set his ass ablaze, he found it comforting. "I snuck out to a party that had alcohol at it."

With a nod, Derek pushed Isaac over his lap and trapped his legs in place just as he did with Scott. "As I said before, you can keep your jeans up. We'll start with the warm-up and then ten swats of the hairbrush as well. Like with Scott, you don't need to count the warm-up, just for the hairbrush. Take this," Derek handed off the hairbrush to Isaac who put it in front of him before he wrapped his arms around Derek's leg, holding his breath as he waited for the first smack.

"Ah!" Isaac's breath came out in a hard gasp when the first smack hit his under curve. It was abnormal for that to be the first spot Derek hit; it was usually reserved for finishing up a spanking. Isaac grunted, biting his lower lip softly to try and stay quiet, he hated being so vocal when other people were witnessing his punishment. "OW!" His stoic behavior lasted all of five seconds when another stinging smack hit his right cheek painfully. "Derek!" He whined out his alpha's name, already feeling the heat that was radiating off his jeans, he might as well have been bare, Derek wasn't holding back.

"Isaac quite squirming so much!" Derek warned, a bit aggravated as he punctuated the words with a harder swat to the boy's under curves again. He felt Isaac jump slightly from the pain the smack gave off, but ultimately Derek was met with a soft whine that sounded like it came from a puppy before Isaac's wiggling bottom stilled itself. "Good," He nodded and Isaac's reward was a handful of more quick smacks to his bottom, making sure it was warm and toasty before Derek placed his hand onto Isaac's back gently. "Hand me the brush Isaac."

Isaac's eyes had prickled with tears by the end of his warm-up spanking, "Y-yes Sir." He used the back of his right hand to wipe away the tears that had threatened to fall despite the fact more were soon to come, before reaching out and taking the dreaded item and holding it over his shoulder. "I'm sorry for sneaking out…" Isaac sniffled when the hairbrush was taken from him.

"I know you are kiddo, but that doesn't change the fact you're getting this spanking."

"Yes Sir," Isaac put his hands back down, and instead of wrapping around Derek's leg he simply clutched to the man's jeans. He knew Derek was intentionally sitting silent for a few moments, wanting to make sure Isaac was composed when he landed the first harsh fall of the brush, stricter punishments always affected him more than Scott and Derek made sure to remember that. "One! S-sir," his voice already shook at the beginning, he really wished he hadn't had that warm-up, it just made it harder to concentrate on counting and not his throbbing behind. "Two Sir!" Once more he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the ever growing pain.

After the first half of Isaac's spanking finished Derek let out a stern, "Isaac," because the boy's claws had started to ebb out just enough that Derek could feel the pressure on his calf.

Isaac took his hands away immediately, placing them on the carpeted floor. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Isaac's whimper sounded again.

"I know that," Derek's voice took on a soothing approach at the kid's guilt.

"S-six," Isaac's arms shook as he was lurched forward slightly, his face inching a bit closer to the floor as Derek targeted his sit spots. "ow ow," Isaac hissed, the tears that had been trickling down his face now splashed against the carpet, leaving a wet stain in its tracks. "Seven," he groaned, feeling that this would never end.

Derek's next smack was met with more force than the others because Isaac had used his left hand to grab at his right arm, but his claws had once more shot out, cutting into his arm painfully. "Isaac, let go of your arm this instant young man!" Derek was immediately obeyed as Isaac began to cry full forced, a broken 'eight' meeting his ears after a minute. Groaning at the sight of four puncture wounds seeping with blood from Isaac's right arm, Derek decided he needed to hurry this up so he could bandage the kid's forearm.

"Ni-OW OW!" Isaac let out a howl when the last two smacks were landed much quicker than he was expecting. He didn't even bother trying to count now, he was crying brokenly into his hands as Derek lifted him up onto his feet. "That hurt, that really hurt, why'd you do that!" Isaac's hands fell away and balled up, revealing his tear stained and reddened face.

"Scott go on up to bed," Derek waved to the stairs. "Isaac and I will be in, in a few minutes."

"Okay," Scott stood quickly, still red in the face as he hurried past them to get to the bedroom.

Isaac's lower lip was wobbling dangerously as he ignored the feeling of wet blood running down his arm, "Why'd you do that Derek? That hurt really, really bad," he whined loudly, acting and sounding more like a child at the moment.

Derek stood up and grabbed Isaac's left arm, guiding him to the bathroom, "I did that because you put four holes in your arm and they need to be bandaged up before you bleed all over the place." Derek sighed, looking at the kid as he continued to cry with his head pointed to the ground, "let's get you cleaned up okay?"

"O-okay," Isaac knelt down in front of the bathtub and let Derek lift his right arm over it. Grabbing the cup usually used to hold toothbrushes, Derek emptied it out and filled it with cold water to rinse off the blood that had run down Isaac's arm. "Cold!" Isaac gasped, jerking backwards at the sudden splash of freezing water against his skin.

"Just wait until the next part, then you'll be really upset," Derek said as he was grabbing a few things from the medicine cabinet. "Hold still," he forewarned before pouring rubbing alcohol over the open wounds.

"Fuck! OW OW THAT BURNS, SHIT!" Isaac cried out so loudly he was nearly screaming. He got a dirty look from Derek and a smack upside the head, but he luckily got a pass on the cursing. "ow ow, I hate that. That really smarts." Isaac started sniffling again, but had stopped crying in light of the painful agony that was rubbing alcohol on an open wound.

"I told you, you weren't going to like it," Derek told him, taking a pack of gauze and wrapping it around Isaac's forearm. "Because of your powers, this should be healed up by the morning. But I want to make sure it doesn't get infected and stay around longer."

Nodding, Isaac stood up, freshly bandaged and with a sore arm to go along with his throbbing behind. He stood awkwardly for a minute or two in the bathroom with Derek, not wanting to ask if Derek would hug him or comfort him now. But the desire to do so was written all over his face as he was suddenly face first in Derek's shirt. Isaac lifted his hands so that they grabbed at said shirt, closing his eyes as he took in the smell of his alpha who was radiating the comfort Isaac longed for, off his body.

"How about we get you into bed now? It's just after one in the morning and you're falling asleep on me," Derek laughed a little, Isaac had indeed begun to drift off on the spot where he stood before Derek pulled him from the state of semi-consciousness. All Derek got as a response was a jerky nod before Isaac had to be half-pulled, half-carried to bed. "Scott's out like a light too," Derek spoke to himself as he helped the younger of the two teenagers into bed and tucking him in. Scott was lying on his stomach in the bed opposite of Isaac's, his face crushed against the pillow as he slept.

With both boys in bed, and Isaac falling asleep almost the moment he was under the blankets, Derek turned towards the door. Taking one last look at the sleeping teens, he shut the bedroom light out and headed for bed himself.

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