Wolf Problems Chapter 8: Hazel

Hazel and Derek watched Scott and Renea leave. Scott led her by the hand out of the loft as she sniffled and wiped her tears. Hazel knew what was coming next. It would soon be her turn for the same fate.

Derek looked his beta in the eyes as he crossed his arms. "What you did was incredibly stupid."

Hazel looked down at the floor. She wished for it to grow a mouth and swallow her whole. That way, she could avoid what she had ahead of her. "I know," is what she replied with. "I know it was stupid to sneak out. I know because of that, Renea and I ended up getting taken by Ethan and Aiden."

There was a silence that stretched further than a few seconds. Derek broke it by saying, "At least you're taking responsibility for your actions. You're still going to be punished though."

The girl looked up at him with anxiety and fear in her eyes, but she nodded as a sign of understanding.

"Good. Go to your room." Was all Derek responded with.

Just then, the door to the loft slid open. Jackson walked in with his backpack on his shoulder. When he looked at Hazel, his expression of worry was replaced by one of relief. He threw his backpack on the ground, walked over to her, and pulled her close to him.

Hazel stood in the apartment both confused yet happy at the same time. "I must have been gone for a pretty long time if you're hugging me," she tried to joke.

Jackson pulled away from her. The look of anger displayed on his face almost had Derek beat. "That's not funny. Erica thought you got lost. She was worried sick because she thought it was her fault!"

"Oh my god...Erica! Is she okay?" Hazel had completely forgotten about Erica.

"No. She's not okay. She's upstairs moping because she can't stand what happened."

Derek stepped in between them. He turned to Hazel and told her, "go upstairs and talk to Erica. You'll get your punishment later on."

Hazel's shoulders shlumped as she muttered an incoherent "kay." The teenager ventured up the steps and into the room she shared with Erica. When Hazel entered the room, she saw Erica sitting up in bed. Her hair was set in a very messy bun, dark circles made their home under her eyes, and the tips of her fingernails looked like they found the shredder.

"Hey, Erica," Hazel said as she walked into the room.

Erica took her fingernails away from her mouth. She looked at Hazel with surprise that turned into absolute anger. Erica shot up from the bed and raced over toward the brunette.

The blonde punched Hazel in the gut so hard, Hazel went down. Erica stood towering over her with her fists clenched. "Do you know how worried we've been, you stupid bitch?! You went off with that freak and never came back! You selfish, reckless fuck!" Erica took the rest of her rage out by yelling at Hazel. Isaac came into the room and managed to lure her outside to calm her down.

Hazel got up off of the floor. She went over to her bed and laid down.

An hour later, Jackson came into her room to wake her up. She sat up feeling a lot better. Her stomach didn't hurt anymore, and she didn't feel like she wanted to cry. Hazel looked Jackson in the eyes as she had her blanket pulled up to her hips.

"Hey. What's up?" Hazel began to yawn.

Jackson looked at her. "Derek gave me permission to punish you."

Hazel sat still. Her body, instinctively, tried to get as far away from Jackson as she could, but there was nowhere for her to go. She was trapped under a blanket with a wall behind her as Jackson blocked her only escape option.

Jackson stood up from the bed. He went over to Hazel's desk and picked up her thick, wooden hairbrush. Hazel stared at the brush in his hand.

"Jackson?" Hazel's body refused to move from the spot she was in on her bed. As much as her mind wanted to get up and scramm, her body sat on the bed in shock.

Jackson replied, "stand up, Hazel."

When she didn't move, he suspired and walked over to the girl's bed. Jackson grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the bed. Her blanket fell on the floor as it happened. He sat down on the edge of her bed, pulled her over his knee so that her torso was on the mattress and her legs were pinned under his right leg.

A whispered plea escaped Hazel's mouth as she gripped the sheets tightly. "Jackson, don't do this, please?"

Jackson closed his eyes. "You need this. You deserve this, so just take it."

Jackson lifted the brush and brought it down against the seat of her jeans. Hazel tried her best to stay quiet. She bit down on her lip to keep herself from screaming. He found it odd that Hazel wasn't making a sound as he kept the brush at a steady tempo.

Hazel fought back her yelps and cries before her tenth swat from the hairbrush. She creamed with an almighty pitch. It surprised Jackson so much that he hesitated for a few seconds before resuming. Hazel laid her head in her arms and cried. She did the best she could to take her spanking from Jackson, but when she felt him start to tug down her jeans that's when her bitch broke loose.

Hazel kicked her legs out. She struggled against the male holding her down. "Jackson, let me go! Let me go or I will stab you in the eyes with my canine teeth!"

He ignored her though. He kept pulling her jeans down her thighs. Jackson slid her panties down her legs as well. He resumed striking each cheek with with the smooth, wooden surface. Tears flowed down her face that had been reddened with embarrassment. She felt like the paddling was only getting worse. She felt like it was getting harder. Each smack from the object of hell sent her into a state of panic and frustration.

The only thing left Hazel could think of to do was apologise. She had tried screaming, crying, kicking, squirming, pleading, and threatening. Maybe Jackson was only looking for a sign of repentance?

Hazel took a deep breath. "Jackson, I'm so sorry! I know I was wrong! I know what I did was wrong! I regret it terribly!"

Jackson paused in mid air. He let the brush rest against her furiously irritated skin. "Alright. Ten more and then we'll be done."

"What?!" She more screamed than asked.

He brought the brush high into the air and then let it fall against her bare ass. The next pop she received wasn't any better. Her bottom felt like she sat on a stove after someone finished making tea.

She screamed as agony lingered in her skin. She couldn't stand the spanking anymore. Hazel went limp across Jackson's knee from exhaustion.

After three more strikes from the brush, Jackson finished. He set the brush down on the bed. He helped Hazel stand up, but she couldn't keep her equilibrium steady, so she fell against him and continued to sob into his chest. Jackson held Hazel close as she cried. He waited for her to calm down before pulling away from her.

Jackson looked Hazel in the eyes, "never run off and scare me like that again."

"I won't. I promise."