"How was school today?" Derek asked, setting the night's dinner on the table. It was currently Friday afternoon and Scott and Isaac were sitting at the kitchen table; Scott was staying the night to do some training in the morning.
"It was fine," Isaac answered vaguely as Scott passed the bowl full of spaghetti to him, placing a pile of it onto his plate and passing it back to Derek.
"Care to elaborate?" Derek questioned, placing the bowl in the center of the table as the three grab some garlic bread from the plate beside the bowl of spaghetti.
"Not really," Isaac said, a bit of an attitude lacing his words as he took a bite of his food. He hadn't really done anything at school today, it was a normal boring day. Isaac was just moody, and testing his limits with the alpha male, and he was already close to crossing those lines.
"Isaac Lahey, watch your tone with me," Derek forewarned upon hearing the snark in the teen's voice.
He was ready to give Derek another smart comment, but Scott spook first, not wanting his friend to get into any trouble. "Yeah, it was just a boring normal day at school. We had lacrosse practice, which went well. Right Isaac?"
"Huh…yeah, it was good." Isaac mumbled. After that, they fell into light dinner conversation, but Isaac stayed silent for the most part, and when he did talk he seemed irritated.
"Its your night to do the dishes Isaac, Scott you can head on to the living room and watch tv if you like." Scot didn't need to be told twice as he got up from the table and deposited his empty plate into the sink.
"I don't want to," Isaac said simply as he turned to follow after Scott.
"Excuse me," Derek grabbed the teen by the back of his shirt and pulled him so that he was staring into Isaac's eyes. "Care to run that by me again?"
"I said I don't want to do the fucking dishes! Do them yourself if you want them done so badly!" Isaac pushed at Derek's hands in an attempt to leave.
A flash of irritation went through Derek's eyes as his hand let go of Isaac's collar and grabbed his ear, "that is it! I don't know where you picked this attitude up from, but it's going to stop now! And you will watch your mouth!" Derek pulled the brunette's ear, dragging him to the bedroom. Poor Scott just sat on the sofa, trying his hardest to keep his eyes locked on the tv so that he didn't have to look at Isaac and Derek.
Wavering slightly, Isaac tried not to let Derek know he was now feeling guilty and nervous. "Let go of me! I'm not some little kid y'know!'' He didn't have to continue the act now, Derek could smell his emotions easily, but still Isaac acted as if he had a chip on his shoulder.
Derek entered his bedroom and plopped Isaac on the bed, staring down at him while Isaac tried his best to keep a rebellious look in his eyes. "Want to tell me what has gotten into you Isaac Jacob Lahey?" The use of his middle name had Isaac's eyes melting from rebellion to excessive worry.
"I dunno," Isaac cast his eyes to the floor as he tried to find words to explain his actions. "I just been edgy lately, I figured I could get away with it if I stormed off quickly enough."
"So, you've been in a bad mood for a while now?" After Isaac nodded he sighed, "and instead of talking to me about what's wrong, you act out in front of a guest and mouth off to me? You know both of those things are unacceptable Isaac."
"Yes Sir," Isaac chewed at his bottom lip, watching as Derek's feet walked out of his line of vision.
"I understand sometimes you get stressed out, but when that happens you come and talk to me. You know you can. But I won't tolerate your attitude towards me, now." He walked back over and placed a finger under Isaac's chin, lifting his head up to look him in the eyes, "I don't want there to be a repeat of this when we are done. Understood."
Isaac gulped, a lump forming in his throat as his eyes looked down for a second to see the belt in Derek's hands. "Derek," he started to whine but stopped at the look in Derek's eyes, that look sent a shiver down Isaac's spine as he seemed to shrink in size a bit. "It won't happen again. I swear." The words came out as a sort of resolve, and not as a plead to wiggle his way out of the spanking he was about to get and Scott would no doubt hear.
"I hope not," pulling the teen up to his feet, Derek turned him so that his back was facing him. "Bend over the bed, jeans down." He instructed his beta. The only resistance he got from Isaac was a canine whimper as he slid his jeans to his knees and bent over the bed, his hands gripping at the edge of the bed. "I'm going to warn you Isaac. This isn't going to a walk in the park, but I hope it's enough to make you realize you can't take your frustrations out on other people, got it?" Isaac's head bobbed up and down, just wanting it to start already. "I can't hear you rattle your head."
"Yes Sir," he said instead, shifting from left foot to right foot in anticipation. "Shit!" the curse flew from Isaac's mouth when the first lick landed squarely onto his backside, unlike Derek's hand the pain didn't spring up in one area, but it spread out in a long line across his butt.
"And after this you can have yourself a taste of some soap, you've started to get a nasty mouth on you." Derek swung down with another SWAP which causes Isaac to cry out, the falls of the belt getting the boy more vocal than ever.
"Derek! Please! No!" He cried out as Derek started a steady rhythm of falls, starting from the top of his bottom and ending at his sit spots before going back up. "AHH!" He gasped before using his right hand to bite onto, not wanting to cry out anymore or risk a curse flying either.
"Isaac stop biting your hand!" Derek scolding, the falls suddenly stopped despite the fact Isaac knew it wasn't over from the tension in Derek's voice. "I won't have you hurting yourself like that, now put that hand back on the bed."
Isaac did as he was told, but still had a comment to make, "Scott can hear it though…He's gonna think I'm a whimp." The words sounded heartbreaking, even to Derek.
"Isaac, you can take my word for it that Scott makes just as big of a fuss as you do when he gets spanked." He spoke from personal experience. "I'm almost done, then we can have us a little trip to the bathroom."
"You're still gonna-?" Isaac was baffled, he had hoped maybe Derek would skip the mouth washing, but clearly he was wrong. "Ow-wwwahh!" He felt like he wasn't going to sit for days, SMACK make that months.
Isaac slumped against the bed, a crying mess when Derek went and put his belt back away in the closet. "ah, ah." He was hissing out, trying to pull his jeans back up before Derek came back over. Derek helped Isaac stand after his jeans were in place, "please don't Derek, please." He was sniveling, his eyes red and puffy from all the crying he did.
"Isaac, you know once I tell you something you can't change my mind. Now march." A loud whine came from the boy's lips as he hung his head and slunk into the bathroom attached to Derek's room. Stepping in behind him, Derek had him sit on the toilet seat and then grabbed a fresh bar of soap from the cabinet and turned the sink on before lathering up the object. Turning, he saw Isaac had been watching his every movement, "Alright then. Mouth open." He didn't expect to be obeyed the first time, the thought of a bar of soap in your mouth wasn't very pleasant and so Derek wasn't surprised when he had to say with a firmer voice "Isaac, now or we can add a bedtime spanking to the list." It was then that Isaac's mouth quivered opened, and his eyes shut tight. There was a moment right when the soap hit his tongue that Isaac gagged and turned his head to try and get away. It was futile of course, Derek made sure of that. Holding his head in place, Derek put the bar of soap so that half of it rested in the kid's mouth and the other half stuck out. "Five minutes, then you can take it out." He watched as Isaac's head lowered so much he was sure he would touch his knees with it, and he watched as new tears ran down the child's face. Derek decided after four minutes that Isaac wouldn't know he stopped the time early, "Open," he told him before taking the bar out his mouth. "Rinse your mouth out with some water, I'll go and get you something to drink."
Isaac shot up like a rocket as he hurried to the sink, rinsing his mouth out with water as best he could. Trying frantically to get the horrid taste out of his mouth, "gross. So gross." He coughed the words out, wanting his tongue to be ripped form his mouth so he'd never have to taste something to terrible ever again.
Isaac walked back into Derek's room and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to come back with the promised drink. "Here," Derek entered the room and handed him a glass of juice, "it'll help get the rest of that taste out." Derek's voice had gone to its soothing tone he used after punishing him or when Isaac was just feeling down. "Did you want to stay in here for a little while?"
"If it's okay…" Isaac spoke awkwardly as he took another gulp of his drink.
"Did you want to be alone?"
"No." He answered quickly, he didn't ever want to be alone after getting punished, but Derek always asked and Isaac kinda liked that about the guy.
"Alright, why don't you lay down in the bed. You need a nap."
"I'm not five.." Isaac mumbled grumpily, but also out of embarrassment.
"I know," Derek chuckled softly before taking the empty glass and setting it on the bedside table. "But everyone needs a nap. Especially when they've had a really long day." Without giving Isaac another chance to argue, Derek pulled the covers back and then threw them over Isaac's head, "now lay down and take a nap for a few hours." Isaac pouted from under the covers before pulling them off his head. Despite the protesting, Isaac was exhausted from so much crying, so he laid down and hugged onto the silk sheets Derek's bed possessed, easily falling asleep at the thought of sleeping in a cloud.