Summary: These will just be five ficlets based on the characters of Teen Wolf. Characters may seem out of character at times. These ficlets are personally written.

General Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, I also don't own Teen Wolf. I don't make any money from these stories.

Ficlet #3

Note: Takes place during season 4, episode 4 "The Benefactor." Dialogue is correctly written up until Stiles says, "told him that." Thoughts will be italicized.

Pairing: Stiles/Malia

Warning: Contains profanity, non-consensual M/F disciplinary spanking of a minor

Malias P.O.V

Seeing Stiles pull chains out of his bag made me moody. "I hate full moons," I told him while I pouted.

He replied, "it's going to get easier, I promise."

"It better," I told him. Picking up the old chains and observing them I added, "because this isn't going to hold much longer."

Stiles' only reply to that was, "well, then let's try and make tonight the last time we have to use these. Besides, we might need them for Liam."

He started to wrap one cuff around my wrist. I tried making conversation as he did this.

"You guys sure he's going to turn into a werewolf?"

"We're not even sure if he's going to live."

Mr. Stilinski walked in as Stiles adjusted the cuffs on the chains.

"That to tight?" he asked me.

"No," I replied.

Stiles noticed his dad in the doorway and said to him, "hey, um- That's… This is not what you think at all."

Sheriff Stilinski replied, "I don't even wanna know." And then he left to go to work.

Stiles called out, "there's nothing to know, cause I just…"

Confused, I told him, "I don't get it." Honestly, I didn't even really care what he was talking about.

As I was taking the cuffs off I heard him muttering, "told him that."

When I had taken the cuffs off fully, he held his hand out to me and said, "come on. Time for school."

"Ugh, no, math." I groaned out. I hated math, I don't understand it. "I'll go when math is over."

Stiles looked at me confused as I layed back on his bed. Then he spoke up, "Malia, I know you hate math, but you can't skip for no reason."

"Easy for you to say. I'm not going."

I saw him getting frustrated. It was like he didn't know what to do. "Malia, I'm gonna count to three. If you're not out that door when I'm finished, you're going to be in trouble."

"What's wrong? Can't count any higher?"

I wish I hadn't said that. The look of anger in his eyes was sort of scary.

"One," Hmmm… I don't want him to be mad at me, but then again I don't want to go to school and do math. Math is stupid anyways… I thought to myself.

"Two," Great, he's at two. Make a decision, Malia, before he gets to th-.

"Three," Shit! He beat me to it…

Stiles was still standing and he walked a little closer to the bed. He bent over a little until he was whispering in my ear, "alright, you want to do this the hard way. Fine by me."

He wrapped his hand around my upper arm and pulled me off of the bed. I was standing and he quickly sat on the edge of the bed. With the same speed, I was jerked forward over his lap and facing the floor.

"What is this?! What are you doing?!" I demanded from him.

"This is what happens when you decide to be a brat." And then I felt this really strange feeling that I had never felt before. This burning sensation started to form on my ass as Stiles smacked me.

"Stiles, this hurts! Stop!"

"We're not even close to being done, Malia." What? Then when will we be done?!

I felt the slaps start to become sharper as they quickened. Soon he was doing whatever this was in a synched rhythm. Wait, was he? Spanking me? I have a memory of my father resorting to this sort of punishment before I resigned myself to the wild. But that was years ago. I'm not a kid any more.

"Stiles! You can't do this to me!"

"Agree to disagree. You act like a brat, I'll treat you like one." He retorted.

I placed one hand on his knee and the other on his bed while I tried to push myself up. He used the hand that rested on my back to push me back down.

It was a relentless tirade of sharp swats. The hardness of the smacks increased as he moved from right to left. I was really struggling to hold back tears now because the agony wouldn't stop.

I tried to reach back, but Stiles pinned my hand to my lower back. He held it there for a while as he continued to spank me. Over and over, the sharp smacks landed harder and harder it seemed like. He started moving down to this really sensitive area right under my ass. Like, where my thighs and butt connected.

I tried squirming to get out of his grasp, but trying to wriggle away from him proved to be difficult. I started smacking his right calf, which was a mistake on my part. After hitting him four times, he started tugging down my jeans. "Lift up your hips."

"What, why? No!" I told him bursting into a fit of defiance. The tears were pricking at my eyes, and I was sure any moment they would fall.

He started smacking at that sensitive area again, making me cry out some. After he spanked me like that ten times, he ordered me again to lift up my hips. I did so to avoid another encounter such as that. He undid the button of my jeans along with the zipper and pulled them down. My underwear wasn't very much, so obviously I have no protection now.

The spanking started up again and now Stiles was smacking away at my center cheeks again. He was being very attentive with this particular portion of my skin. After he spanked me like this for a few minutes, he let his hand go back down to the tops of my thighs. I could feel my ass getting really hot now.

Two smacks later I felt tears drip down my face and I actually let out a gasp/sob. "Aw! Stiles! Ok, I'll go to school. I won't act like a brat! Just please." I tried to fight my tears along with talking during this. But obviously my emotions got the best of me.

He kept on spanking the tops of my thighs along with that sensitive area above my thighs. He started smacking those areas in one spot for a few times before moving onto the next spot. I hated this. It felt so embarrassing. Finally before I started wailing though, he stopped. It felt like such a relief.

I laid over his knee for what felt like five minutes while he rubbed my back and soothed my crying. When I was only sniffling a bit he asked if I was ok to get up. I nodded and he helped me stand. We both kind of just looked at each other for a few moments before he brought me into a hug.

It was nice. I felt safe in his hugs. This type of hug he gave me offered compassion and affection. "I don't want to have to do that again, Malia."

My eyes went wide. Again? Was this going to be a thing now? "I don't want you to either."

"Good. Um, why don't you go get cleaned up. I'll wait for you."

I nodded, tugged my jeans back up, and went into his bathroom. I looked in the mirror and said loudly, "damnit." Mascara stains ran around my eyes making me look like a racoon. Why did I let Lydia talk me into wearing makeup? I washed and dried my face and then laughed at seeing the black marks I left on one of his yellow towels.

After leaving the bathroom I went over to Stiles and we went down stairs and left the house together. "By the way, what were you laughing about in the bathroom?"

The End