Hazel's reaction to Jackson knocking on the door three times was an unnecessary profanity mixed with an order to leave her alone. He didn't leave though, which only added to her annoyance. She got out of bed, stomped over to the door, and jerked it open. Jackson stood in front of her with one hand in his pocket, the right one hung by his thigh.
"What?" Her tone held nothing but aggressiveness. Her eyes were hard and cold as she looked at Jackson. He scoffed at her greeting.
"What's wrong with you? Still upset about Stilinski?" He inquired, nudging his way past Hazel. She found it completely rude that he didn't even ask to come in.
"It's none of your business, and I didn't say you could come in, ass-hat."
"Ass-hat? That's original," sarcasm flowed out of his voice like music. "And as far as being rude goes, you should really look in the mirror. Bitchy isn't really your color." Jackson picked up a mini, toy soccer ball and started tossing it back and forth in his hands.
Hazel stood quietly. She had no response to that, no witty comeback. "What do you want, Jackson?"
"I want to let you know that I talked to Derek about your little, well… Little isn't really the word. I talked to him about the beating you gave that girl at school."
Oh fuck… Hazel didn't like where this conversation was going at all. "What did he have to say?" She stared at him from across the room as he sat on her desk chair, still playing with the soccer ball.
"Since Derek's going to be out of town for another week, he gave me permission to punish you." Jackson set the toy ball down on the desk where he found it and looked back up at her.
"Are you serious?" Hazel couldn't believe of all people, Derek would let Jackson discipline her.
"Pretty serious. So, let's get this over with." Jackson waited for Hazel to approach him, but all she did was stand stock still. He waited a minute for her, and when she didn't move, he spoke to her again, this time more firmly. "Hazel, come over here. Now." She didn't budge.
Jackson stood up and walked over to where Hazel stood. His feet were so quick as he moved like lightning from point A to point B. Jackson grabbed her by the wrist and brought her over to her bed.
He sat down on the edge of the furniture covered by a blue blanket and then forced the brunette over his knee. Jackson had seen Derek spank Hazel before, but never had he disciplined anyone himself. There's a first time for everything…
A loud sound cracked through the air at the same time his palm landed on the seat of her cotton shorts. Hazel gasped at the sting it left. Again, she felt his hand slam down smacks repeatedly causing her to squirm. Jackson tightened the grip he had on her waist due to all of her twisting and kicking.
His hand started warming up her sit spots, and she screamed, wriggled, and kicked even more. Tears gathered in her eyes and she didn't dare hold them back.
Hazel called out to him several times, begging him to cease the punishment. All that earned her was several more smacks to the tops of her thighs. After that, Jackson ended the spanking and picked her up off his lap. He stood her up and then stood himself. Hazel was trying to hold back her crying long enough for him to leave, but he stood there in front of her as if he was expecting something.
"Well, now what?" He queried. Jackson knew that Derek always hugged Hazel after he disciplined her.
She looked up at him, despite the tears streaming down her face. Then, as if losing all of her energy, she collapsed against him in a hug. As he held her, she sobbed. She let all of her feelings out in front of him and that is the greatest amount of trust she had ever shown Jackson.
