Pairing: Derek/Issac (M/m) paddle 2x
It was chemistry again. Issac was good at science, he even liked it. But there was something about Mr. Harris that reminded him of his dad. The smug attitude, the cutting comments...none of them were ever directed to Issac, but they still rubbed him the wrong way. He just couldn't concentrate in that class. Mr. Harris even held him back after class after he failed the pop quiz and asked him if he wanted extra help. He was kind of nice about it. But Issac was so nervous thinking he was in trouble that he just stammered no and walked out. But he couldn't do the homework, it seemed pointless. He was flunking too badly at this point.
Issac couldn't stop remembering his last fight with his dad over his chemistry grade of all things. That's why he fled. He had wanted to kill his dad that night, but of course, something else beat him to it. Now, he was with Derek, who tried to help him with everything. But Issac kept lying and saying school was fine. "Yes, of course, my homework is done." But that was a lie.
So he had missed three assignments and that was an automatic detention with Harris. It was actually four assignments, if anyone was counting. He had been a fugitive at that time, so he got a pass on that maybe. Issac was supposed to get the slip signed and return it tomorrow. Issac figured he'd just forge it and lie. If he didn't Derek would know he had been lying about...a lot of things. Mr. Harris even asked him how it was going with his guardian, it was going well. Issac liked living there and training was going well.
Issac trudged in the loft after school by himself. Erica and Boyd were already there hanging.
"Hey," Issac said dully.
"What's wrong with you?" Erica asked.
"Nothing. Don't you have something better to do then question me?" Issac snapped. Erica's face fell. She had just been trying to be nice.
"You know what, Issac, you can-," Erica started, before getting cut off by Derek.
"Hey, Erica, Boyd, can you do me a favor? I have a little job for your guys," Derek said, sending them to do some research at the library and then pick up some supplies.
Derek had talked to him about his attitude before, especially toward Erica. Issac knew he could be negative at times and too blunt. He had no right to always blast Erica the way he did and he knew it.
After Erica and Boyd left, Derek leaned against the table and asked how school was.
"Pretty good. Nothing really happened," Issac lied, turning away. He couldn't look Derek in the eye while he lied to his face.
"Really? That's not what Mr. Harris said," Derek shared calmly.
Issac's eyes widened. He glanced at the door and considered bolting out.
"Issac, you're not leaving. We're going to sit down, while you still can, and work this out. Then, I'm going to do the exact same thing my mom did to me when I pulled crap like this. No training tonight, we'll eat dinner, get you on the right track, that's it," Derek promised. He indicated the couch area for Issac to join him sitting down.
Issac sat by Derek and stammered, "H-How did y-your m-mum punish y-you?" Issac stared at the door. He was shaking.
Derek put an arm on his shoulder and said, "Do you trust me?"
"Y-Yes, Derek," Issac said looking down.
Issac then noticed the ping pong paddle on the coffee table. They had an old pool table and a ping pong table in the back. The bats didn't seem like they would hurt very much. Was this a token punishment? A joke?
"Really? That's it," Issac said incredulously, he deserved much worse.
"Oh, I'm going to apply it to your bare ass. It's going to sting and you are going to be sorry for lying to me and skipping your homework. But kid, it's going to be okay," Derek said squeezing his shoulder.
"Okay," Issac said quietly.
"You want something to eat first. I'm going to make spaghetti for dinner," Derek announced.
"That's my favorite," Issac said confused.
"I know. Just cause you got in trouble at school doesn't mean I'm going to starve you," Derek smiled.
Issac's whole body felt like it was flushing, but especially his neck.
"I'm so s-sorry, Derek. I deserve worse. I don't deserve to be here, with you," Issac whispered.
Derek snapped and grabbed Issac suddenly. He stood him up and started to unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans.
"Pants down. I think you need a preview," Derek said firmly.
Issac let his pants and boxers be taken down to right below his backside.
Derek pushed him over his left thigh so his upper body was resting on the couch and his long legs were on the floor. Issac heard Derek pick up the paddle and he braced himself for the first blow. Instead, he felt the rough dotted surface rub over his backside a moment.
"Issac, I'm going to give you a little warm up of what you are getting tonight. Stiles is coming over to help you in a little while. Scott isn't doing so hot either this semester either. I didn't want you to have to sit on a sore behind to study tonight, but maybe it will help you focus better," Derek said raising the paddle a little higher.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The first four cracks were loud and it took Issac's mind a moment to register the sting on his bare seat. Once he did, he gasped and tried to jerk himself up. Derek paused to let the first four swats sink in. Issac's white cheeks were instantly turning pink.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The second set also descended right in the center of each cheek from right to left. Derek threw his leg over Issac's legs as he started to thrash more.
He paddled Issac for another moment until his whole rear end was a hot pink color. Derek paused again and just patted his bottom with the paddle. Issac was breathing hard, but not crying. He seemed to have a high pain tolerance. Derek didn't want him a sobbing mess before his tutoring session anyway.
"Derek, I g-get it. It hurts. No more l-lying," Issac promised.
"I'm going to paddle your bare butt tonight before you go to bed to remind you of that. Now a few more to help you behave tonight. Oh, and when Erica gets back, you are going to apologize for being rude again," Derek ordered.
"Yes, sir," Issac responded. Derek pulled down Issac's jeans a little lower. Issac moaned, but didn't yell out.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Derek swatted him twice on each sit spot.
"All done for now. Now up and get out your books and work so you are ready when they come," Derek said pulling up Issac's boxers and jeans.
Issac's face was beet red and he looked miserable. Derek felt his heart stir a little. His mom didn't comfort them until after their punishment was over, but he hugged Issac tightly.
Issac now started crying and Derek realized how young and fragile this boy was again. He felt the caring he had felt for him had turned into a real brotherly love.
"Shhh...Issac, we're going to help you pass chemistry. It's all going to work out," Derek found himself saying.
"O-Okayyy, sorry, D-Derek," Issac sobbed.
"Love you, buddy. It hurts me to do this, but I know you need it. Now go clean up before they get here. You can put the paddle on your bed," Derek smiled.
"Love you, too," Issac smiled wiping his face with his sleeve. He went to obey before his new tutor arrived.
Derek made the spaghetti, garlic bread, and even a salad while Stiles and the other boys slogged through the chemistry. Derek only half listened. Boyd and Erica came home with a dessert and they all ate together. It had been a while since Derek felt apart of a pack. Scott and him had some things to work out, maybe they really were two alphas. Tonight, he had to concentrate on Issac.
Stiles and Scott left. As Boyd and Derek cleaned up, Derek heard Issac apologizing to Erica. He told Boyd and Erica that, for once, they had the night off of training and they were free to go.
Issac still looked scared.
"Go get ready for bed. Take your shower, brush your teeth, because after I want you right in bed, okay? Go on," Derek said gently. He finished cleaning up and went to change himself. He preferred to shower in the morning, so it didn't take him very long to get ready.
Derek went into Issac's room upstairs and sat on the bed. Issac came out in plaid flannel pants and a white t-shirt.
"How was the tutoring? Stiles seems like a really smart kid," Derek stated.
"Yeah, that was really nice of him. I guess Mr. Harris makes me nervous. I know I need to get over that," Issac admitted.
"Issac, you can only do your best. You have a couple more weeks of that class and then you are done, right? If you get a D and that's your best, so be it," Derek assured him.
"You mean I won't be in more trouble?" Issac said in amazement.
"No, I mean that, with your dad and the training, a lot has been going on. I'm going to punish you tonight for the lying and slacking, nothing else okay?" Derek said.
Issac nodded, "I don't know why I thought I would get away with it. I don't think I can ever play ping pong again."
Derek smiled a little and stood up, "Enough stalling. Get in bed. On your stomach."
Issac was surprised but did as he was told. Derek pulled down the comforter for him. Issac got in and hugged the pillow.
Derek grabbed the paddle and went around to sit on the other side of the bed.
"Lift up your hips," Derek ordered, yanking down Issac's sleep pants and briefs to mid-thigh. Issac bit his lip to avoid whimpering as he was bared for the second time today.
Derek rested the smooth black rubber side of the ping pong paddle on his left cheek, tapping it.
"Ready?" he said quietly.
"Yes, Derek," Issac forced himself to say. He knew he could take it, but he had a feeling Derek was going to be spanking him harder than he had earlier.
Pop! Pop!
Derek went from cheek to cheek again in a slow, rhythm. Issac tensed and tried to remind still as his now healed backside was again roasted to a light pink. After about a minute of this pace, Derek flipped the paddle over and began to swat all over a tad harder, but not faster. Issac started to buck up, Derek used his left hand to press Issac back down into the bed.
"Were you planning to forge the detention slip, Issac?" Derek inquired smacking his behind firmly.
"Yes, D-Derek. S-Sorry, I didn't w-want to b-bother you," Issac gasped. He was losing his composure as the swats were coming down all over his backside. It was starting to hurt and he felt a sense of fear that it would never stop and he wouldn't be able to take it.
"Were you afraid you would get another spanking? The first time I spanked you, wasn't too bad was it?" Derek prodded.
Issac almost growled as a sharp whack assaulted his sit spot on the right, then left.
"No, it wasn't bad. I-I didn't want you to b-be disappointed in me. In what a d-dumb, l-loser I am," Issac admitted, starting to cry. Despite Issac's efforts he started to drum his feet on the end of the bed to try to reduce the sting.
Derek stopped and rubbed his backside with his hand a minute. It was cherry red, but healing.
"You know I would never think that. Hell, little brother, I never even took hard classes like you take in school. You are much smarter than me. So if you are dumb, then I'm dumber, okay?" Derek said rubbing and patting. He thought he could take a few minutes more.
"Okay, D-Derek," Issac said softly.
"I'm going to finish up. You keep your hands up there. You've been doing well, but this is going to sting. After, I don't think you're going to need your butt paddled for a while," Derek confided.
Issac felt Derek's arm holding him down and braced himself.
Derek made sure he was using the rougher surface of the paddle and brought it down firmly and quickly for a flurry of smacks.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
He heard Issac sob, but kept going for another thirty seconds until the whole area was a dull red and swollen.
"It's okay...all done, little brother. Shh, shh," Derek said. For a second, he was afraid he had gone overboard as the boy was weeping into his elbow. He rubbed his back and left his pants where they were. It looked very sore.
Derek just decided to pull his pants and briefs completely off and then covered him with the light sheet. He turned off the bedside lamp. Derek was about to leave quietly when he heard Issac call him.
"Yeah, buddy?" he said in a whisper.
"Can you stay with me a little while?" Issac asked.
"Yeah, move over a little," Derek said getting in the bed. He put his hand on Issac's back and patted it until he fell asleep. He peeked under the covers and with his werewolf sight could see that Issac's backside was healing.
Issac moaned in his sleep. He knew his little brother would be fine in the morning, but he hated to have had to be so hard on him. He'd sign the detention slip and they could move on from there with no lies or deception. And if there were more lies, he would have no problem paddling his little brother's backside again. Derek guessed that was part of his job now.