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The Sheriff turned back to Isaac, who suddenly felt very alone on the Stilinski's couch. "Have you ever been spanked before, Isaac?" The Sheriff asked, almost gently.
"My Mom used to, when I was really, really little. I don't think you can count anything my Dad did as a sp- as like that." Isaac gestured vaguely at the Sheriff's lap, unable to say the horrible S word now that his ass was on the chopping block.
The Sheriff winced but nodded, and motioned for Isaac to come to him.
Isaac walked over as slowly as he dared, with his heart in his mouth.
"You've seen what to do, son. Jeans and boxers down to your knees."
Isaac blushed, mortified, and checked that Stiles and Scott were still occupied in their corners. Stiles was rubbing his ass and Scott sighed heavily, with his head in his arms. The Sheriff followed Isaac's gaze. "They don't care what's going on over here, they're more concerned with their own sore backsides."
Isaac followed the Sheriff's instructions as slowly as he could get away with. As soon as Isaac had pulled down his boxers to meet his jeans, the Sheriff took a firm hold of Isaac's wrist and wasted no time pulling him firmly over the Sheriff's lap. Isaac felt the Sheriff's arm wrap around him, locking him in place, and felt the paddle skim over his shoulder. He took it and placed it on the ground by the Sheriff's leg.
The force of the first slap shocked him and he subconsciously grabbed hold of the Sheriff's calf.
The Sheriff methodically painted Isaac's ass and thighs a light pink before speaking. "Isaac, I gotta tell you, I am shocked to find you're a part of this. I expected better of you. I trusted you to act appropriately in my house and you broke my trust."
Isaac gasped as the smacks kept falling. It hurt that the Sheriff was so upset with him. The man had been nothing but nice to Isaac and how had he chosen to repay the Sheriff? By throwing it back in his face. Isaac was so angry with himself.
"You broke Melissa's trust too." The Sheriff continued. "And I get that you haven't had a lot of role models, but kid I'll tell you now, if you're going to be friends with my boy I have no qualms about convincing you to fly straight." The Sheriff emphasized this statement by focusing on Isaac's thighs.
"I'm sorry!" Isaac growled desperately, tears pricking at his eyes as the Sheriff abruptly stopped spanking.
"I know, I know." The Sheriff soothed, rubbing Isaac's back.
Isaac would have felt more comforted if he didn't know what was coming next. He took a couple of shaky breaths and, sure enough, the Sheriff asked for the paddle. Isaac breathed deeply and regretted it - smelling Stiles and Scott's pain caused by the torture device in his hand did nothing to quell his anxiety. He handed it up to the Sheriff's waiting hand and held his breath.
The Sheriff took the paddle and waited until Isaac started breathing again before speaking. "I don't ever want to see you in this position again, Isaac. You're getting five, you're going to count them. If you miss the count, or seriously try to avoid a lick, then that lick doesn't count. Okay?"
"Yes, sir." Isaac took a fresh grip on the Sheriff's leg and the Sheriff began.
CRACK!
The pain was intense and horribly localized to Isaac's right sit spot. After a second Isaac regained his breath and the sting changed to a deep throb. Jeeze, it felt like a demon was trying to claw out of his ass cheek! "O-one, sir."
CRACK!
"Two, sir." Isaac hung his head.
CRACK!
And his head jerked right back up again. "Three! Three, sir!"
CRACK!
"Four. Sheriff - "
"Almost done, Isaac."
CRACK!
"Five, sir. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, please." Isaac didn't realize he was crying until the sobs started wracking his body.
The Sheriff was rubbing his back and telling him comforting things that he couldn't quite hear in that moment. The horrible, heavy feeling in his stomach had dissipated, but his ass was on fire and he would never be able to sit down again. He was in agony and kind of relieved - it was a little confusing.
It took what felt like a really long time, but was probably only a few minutes for the tears to slow. He pulled himself up and followed the Sheriff's instruction to stand in his corner.
He leaned against the wall, folding his arms around himself and hoping there wouldn't be a round two.
