Part 4
Scott walked into the living room. his hands were holding two bottles of unknown alcohol. Scott never knew that werewolves can't actually get drunk from hard drinks like them, until Derek caught him digging through his personal stash of liquor. It was two hours' worth of reprimands, speeches, and coercions that made Scott beg him to not tell his mother.
But the ever adventurous young man he was, no more than three days later, Scott snuck back into Derek's loft to steal bottles that he thought were American bourbons. And there he was, in the unlit living room of his house, with one bottle already opened.
Scott was about to taste his first drink when the lights suddenly went on. Holding his yelp, Scott turned around, only to find Melissa, Derek, and Erica glaring at him and the glass in his hand.
"Alright, alright, I can explain..." Scott frantically tried to find an excuse. Derek seemed unfazed, "I thought my coercions stopped you from scouring my supply. Oh, alright. Fine. Whatever happens to you tonight is not my mistake." And with that, the unhappy mother dragged Scott closer to her.
Melissa told her son to unzip his jeans. Scott obeyed, knowing that his mom would spank his butt. And boy, how right he was, Melissa didn't show any mercy for Scott's misbehavior tonight. Each slap she landed made Scott whimper in pain. And Erica's wide grin didn't make it any better.
"I enjoy the sight of you being a puppy, Scott." Erica nonchalantly commented. Everyone raised their eyebrows. "Oh, that was a joke." She added, not feeling guilty.