"Say uncle!" Scott's voice laughed out, the teen currently had Isaac in a headlock with one arm and was using the other to hold Isaac's right arm up and behind his back. It was a Saturday afternoon and the teenaged wolves were spending it ignoring Derek's list of chores and rough housing.
"No way, agh!" Isaac grunted when Scott put more pressure on his straining arm.
"Hey!" Scott complained, suddenly finding himself face first on the ground with Isaac kneeing him the back.
"Say uncle," Isaac couldn't help but smirk at finding himself overpowering Scott.
"You wish!" And like that the fight for dominance was on and they were constantly finding themselves doing a back and forth of who was on top.
After about ten minutes, Isaac was once again the victor in their game, but they had escalated their horseplay from that of normal teenagers to that of werewolf status. So when Isaac had thrown Scott a good ten yards in the distance, Scotts claws ran across the surface he hit. The surface in question just happened to be Derek's Camaro. "Shit! Isaac!" Scott's claws retracted and a look of fear plastered his paled face.
The other boy ran over when he saw what had just happened, "Derek is going to kill us…" Isaac looked just as panicked as his friend, watching as the man in question was making quick strides to the pair.
"What's going on?" He asked, before looking down to see six long scratches going up the hood of his car and Scott's hands gripping the same hood. "Scott, care to elaborate on your situation?"
"N-not really, Okay!" He yelped when Derek grabbed his ear roughly. "Isaac and I were just horsing around, we were taking a break from the chores you gave us. It got kind of outta hand after awhile and Isaac threw me while my claws were still out. I ended up hitting your car…and this happened…" he looked back down at the claw marks that now adorned the car.
"Ow!" Isaac yelled out when Derek took hold of his ear as he did with Scott.
"We're all going to have a nice long chat about rough housing, especially this close to my car. Its going to cost me hundreds to get that fixed." Derek started his rant, dragging the pair beside him back to the house.
"No, Derek please." Isaac whined as Scott made the same pitiful pleas.
"Derek, we'll pay for it, please."
"And how do you expect to pay for it?" He waited for a second, letting Scott mull over the fact they had no way to pay for it, "Exactly, now." Derek let go of each boy's ear, letting them rub at the sore spot the man's pinches had caused. "I want you two in my room and waiting for me," he instructed before opening the front door and pushing the pair in ahead of him.
"Derek," Isaac attempted to beg with all his heart but was quickly silenced after he felt a painful pull at the hairs on the back of his neck.
Scott went ahead of Isaac, but both boys went quickly into Derek's room, wanting as much time as they could get complaining to one another. "We shoulda just kept working," Scott groaned, plopping down on Derek's bed. Any other time he enjoyed sitting on the bed, it was extremely soft and had cool silk sheets on it, but at this moment he didn't want to be anywhere near the bed.
"Or we shoulda gone to the backyard, away from the driveway and Derek's car."
"UGGHH!" Scott let out a frustrated groan, "We're such idioits!" He planted his face into his waiting hands. "If the look on Derek's face was any hint, we aren't going to be sitting for the rest of our lives!"
"We can't pay to fic his car with money, but our asses sure are going to pay for it." Isaac said in misery.
The bedroom door opened and both teens' heads jerked up and watched as Derek walked over to his closet silently. Both were wondering what the man had planned, but said nothing as they kept their eyes locked on Derek. The alpha male produced from the closet a number of things including: a belt, paddle, leather slipper, and flat backed hairbrush. The quantity of items made the boys look at each other in utter fear, surely Derek wasn't going to use ALL those things on their behinds. Right?
"D-derek?" Scott stuttered, voicing the fear both he and Isaac were holding.
"Quiet Scott," Derek ordered before putting the four items on the bed in between his pups. "Now, I'm going to do something a bit different. Instead of simply spanking you how I've decided is best. You two are going to choose your own implement of punishment. You also get to pick out the number, but if you don't take it seriously and give me an incredibly small number, like one, then you'll go outside a cut a switch and get forty. Understood?"
"We have to pick?!" Isaac sounded flabbergasted, if he was getting his ass handed to him he'd rather just let it happen. He didn't want to mull over it and decide his own fate.
"Yes Isaac, now am I understood?"
"Yes," Scott said, his hands twisting at his shirt as his eyes darted from Derek to the items on the bed. How was he supposed to pick one? They all were bad options, and to pick a number? How was he supposed to know what a good number was? What if Derek didn't approve and he ended up getting switched?
"Good, both of you to a corner. You'll get ten minutes to think over your decisions and why you're in this situation until I call for one you."
"This is shitty," Isaac mumbled as the pair found themselves with noses to a corner like children. While Isaac seemed more worried about how unfair the whole thing was, Scott was trying to calculate which implement would hurt the LEAST, and what a good enough number was for and how he was supposed to find it.
After the ten minutes were up, Derek cleared his throat "Isaac, come here." Scott thanked God he didn't have to go first; he wasn't even close to finding what he deemed the right answer to his problem.
Isaac made his way over to Derek, "can't you just ground us, or give us more chores?" He asked, knowing Derek's answer was the same 'naughty boys learned their lesson best with a sore butt as a reminder' which was exactly what Derek said too before asking Isaac to go on and pick the item he decided on. Isaac stayed clear of the slipper, he hadn't had that used on his butt before so he didn't want to pick the unknown, and he knew how uncertain the swings of a belt were so he ruled it out. Between the small round paddle and hairbrush Isaac couldn't see a difference as he picked up the paddle and handed it to Derek.
"Is this your choice?" Derek asked, making certain Isaac was sure. After a nod of the head he then asked "And how many smacks do you think you should get?"
Isaac knew he could say less than 40, and he figured it had to be more than 10 at the least. "T-twenty?" The number came out as a question, hoping it was a nice enough number.
"Why twenty?"
"Why?"
"Yes, why?"
"I don't know." Isaac whined at the question. "It just seemed like a good number in my head." He started to worry that he didn't have an answer so Derek would get mad.
"Alright," Seemingly satisfied, Isaac was guided over the man's lap and an arm was hooked around his waist to keep him in place.
"Ow!" Isaac jerked when the first fall of the paddle hit his plump behind. "OW!" Isaac hollered out again, his feet jerking stiffly as he tried to keep them in place. He started to wish he'd chosen a lower number; he wasn't sure how long he could hold out. "I'm sorry! OW! Derek! Please!" Isaac started to fuss louder as the pain increased.
Derek had to use his right leg to trap Isaac's legs down after half a dozen smacks had been landed, because the kid had started to kick to much for his liking. Í don't mind you and Scott having a good time, but you don't horse around like that. Especially so close to something as expensive as my car! It's the same concept as rough housing indoors!"
"I understand! Stop, please!" Isaac jerked his waist to one side, trying to avoid the onslaught of the stinging paddle. "Ah!" Isaac shut his eyes tightly, the paddle suddenly hitting his undercurve. He knew it meant he was at the last five or six smacks, but they hurt so much!
"Stand up," Isaac scrambled to his feet as Derek put the paddle back on the bed and straightening the items back up since Isaac's antics had knocked a few around. "Are we going to repeat this?"
"Never," Isaac had tears falling down his face and was trying to steady his voice "I'll never break another rule." Everyone knew it was a lie but in this moment Isaac swore he'd be perfect.
"Alright, to the corner." Isaac looked dejected he wasn't immediately comforted, he knew he would be after Scott's spanking, but it didn't mean he wasn't hurt that it was so.
So, with sadness, hurt, and a hint of spitefulness Isaac spoke "Yes Sir," and turned, walking to a corner and putting a hand to his throbbing backside. Isaac hated having to wait the most because in a way it wasn't fair to him, he had to wait but Scott would still be comforted right away.
"Scott," the teen in question turned and made his way to his alpha with haste. He was still twisting at his t-shirt with worry as his eyes stayed on the ground. He didn't want to look at Derek or the things he was choosing from. "Scott." The tone changed to a sterner and dominant voice, making Scott's eyes drift up, looking much like the puppy Derek teased him to be. "Which one?" He asked, his eyes turning to the four instruments.
Unlike Isaac, Scott didn't rule out the leather slipper simply because he'd never felt it before. In fact, he was picking it because he felt that since the other three hurt so much, that this new thing couldn't hurt more than a belt. "That thing," Scott said, pointing to the leather slipper.
Derek raised an eyebrow curiously, but picked it up nonetheless, "And you are sure?" He waited for the nod Scott gave him, "And how many swats?"
"Fifteen?" Like Isaac, it came out as a question.
"Why Fifteen? When Isaac picked twenty?
Scott looked like he was going to either cry or throw up now, he had picked the wrong number and was sure of it now. If he didn't come up with a really good explanation he was going to get switched and he'd never sit or walk comfortably ever again. "You usually either pick a number from ten to twenty so I thought it was a good middle. And You've never used that slipper thing before, so I thought it'd be okay if it wasn't as many as Isaac picked. Since he got something he's been spanked with before." He almost pleaded for Derek not to switch him, but left it out as his eyes did it for him.
"Alright then," Derek was actually a bit shocked that Scott was able to come up with an answer at all, expecting him to ramble nonsense before asking if he could change his number to 20 then, he even expected a plea of forgiveness. It wasn't that he wanted it from the teen, he was just expecting it after knowing the boy's ways during a punishment now.
Scott was guided across Derek's lap and felt the man wrap a strong arm around his waist and a leg trapping his own legs in place. Scott liked to kick a lot, so Derek didn't wait until the spanking begun to hold them in place as he did with Isaac. Scott's teeth sunk into the inside of his cheek as soon as the first fall of the slipped hit his bottom. He had been really, really wrong. Not only did the slipper hurt, it hurt just as much (if not more) than a belt! "OW! OW! I change my mind! I wanna pick something different! OUCH!"
Scott was thrashing around with more force than he usually had, and was only stilled when Derek landed a solid THWACK to his thighs with a stern "Scott McCall!"
"Ah! Derek! It hurts a lot a lot!" He regressed to a smaller child, tears streaming down his face and vocalizing every little thing he disliked about the whole ordeal. "Stop please!" He begged, gasping when he was answered by the faithful smack to his undercurve. "No, not there. Not with this thing!" Scott grabbed Derek's leg "Derek, I can't!" He started, but as soon as he went to say it, his claws flew out and he growled, his eyes flashing yellow.
Derek, who had sensed the outburst coming, let his own eyes flash their brilliant red and let out a thunderous growl that was punctuated by another fall of the slipper. Only a couple of more smacks were remaining when Scott started to lose control.
The growl was loud and asserted both Derek's dominance and Scott's role as a beta. His claws retracting, Scott's eyes stayed their yellow, but he answered Derek's frightening growl with a low whine. Even Isaac let out a whine at the sound of the growl. The last two THWACKS were relayed with Scott's whining. "okay, up you go." Scott was back on his feet, but not for long as he buried his face into Derek's chest. He was emitting waves of submission, remorse, neediness. "There, you aren't in anymore trouble," Derek had only seen Scott like this a few times, which were due to punishments that had led him to lose control like today. Derek, who to others was a cold and hardened badass, was also a softy who could be very comforting, usually only to his pack members though.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lose control. That hurt really bad. I tried to stay in control, honest." Scott was acting out of character for himself, but was quite normal in the case of being warned in such an animalistic way by his alpha.
"Yes, I know. You did very well though despite the whole ordeal. That slipper is the worst of them all, and you lasted a long time before losing control. Be proud of that."
Scott's chest swelled with pride at the praise he was given and was soon calmed down, looking up his eyes still read that he was in his submissive state as he spoke. "Can I go?"
"Yes," Derek let go of the boy before he walked out, still sniffling, but more or less calmed down. "Isaac?" Derek asked questioningly. The other boy had stayed in his corner, listening to Scott and Derek. It wasn't fair, Isaac was sent back to a corner while Scott was allowed to seek comfort after his spanking ceased. He didn't move from his spot, even when his named was called, he was dwelling on the unfair situation. Even if it wasn't intentional, Isaac let himself get angry. "Isaac, come here." Derek was still speaking softly, which was even more infuriating to Isaac for some reason.
"I want to go too," Isaac had turned, not going over to Derek and was looking at the door.
"Isaac, I said come here." Derek knew this routine. Isaac hated having to wait until all punishment was over to receive comfort, and when it happened he would get worked up and angry.
"No thanks," he went to walk out the room but was stopped by Derek who grabbed Isaac and landed five quick smacks with his hand. Isaac gasped, new tears coming to his eyes at the fire that was reignited on his backside. All anger forgotten, Isaac started crying unashamed at how stupid he probably looked. "Why did you do that?"
"Because I always have to with you," Derek shook his head and pulled the kid into a hug.
"I didn't wanna have to wait," Isaac mumbled into Derek's shirt.
"I know that, I'm sorry I made you wait this time. I wanted just as much as you to get these spankings over with."
Isaac didn't say anything more, but just let Derek hug him and calm him down and after about fifteen minutes, Isaac asked to be excused. When he left the bedroom Isaac found Scott sitting gingerly at the couch and watching tv, "care if I sit with you?"
"Nah, this is the most comfortable spot in the house except Derek's bed right now." Scott said as Isaac sat slowly next to him.
"I'm never getting in trouble again." Isaac made the resolve out loud.
"Same, and if I do, I'm never getting that slipper again." Scott let out a groan.