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 #4
Note: Takes place during season 5 episode 6 "Required Reading." When Parrish teaches Lydia how to fight, she ends up taking it a bit too far and pushes Parrish's buttons. Dialogue is written correctly until Parrish says, "Right. But don't worry, your muscles have memory. With enough practice, they'll remember for you."
Pairing: Parrish/Lydia
Warning: Contains profanity, non-consensual M/F disciplinary spanking, and fighting.
"Fighting With The Deputy"
Lydia's P.O.V
"Arms up. This way you can block attacks to your face and head while always keeping your eyes on your enemy." Parrish told me. He was teaching me self defense today, and I don't really have much experience in the area. We went another round until he made a fake blow on the side of my head, which frustrated me.
"It's alright. You're not gonna be perfect after only a few tries."
"I'm ok. Keep going." I told him.
"You sure?" he asked in a concerned tone. "Maybe we should stop after a few."
I looked like a mess and felt like one. But, I wasn't going to quit. "Why?" I asked him with brattitude.
Joking with that handsome smile, he replied, "I don't want your stitches to get unstitched."
A bit irritated, I commented, "they're fine."
To prove it, I unzipped my jacked, moved it out of the way, pulled down my leggings a tiny bit, and said, "See? No blood."
He looked, well, I don't know. I guess shocked maybe…
We both striped off our jackets and set them aside.
Putting my guard up, I told him, "ready when you are."
Blocking his attacks, I tried to get in a good punch. Instead, he swung me around and held me against him. He then asked me, "what did you do wrong?"
Frustrated and pissed at myself, I stuttered. "I-uh- forgot to keep my arms up."
"Right. But don't worry, your muscles have memory. With enough practice, they'll remember for you." I leaned my head back against his shoulder to catch my breath some.
"Ok, we'll. Lets go again," I said. I really needed to know this stuff, so I wanted to get in as much practice as I could.
"I think that's enough for today."
"Oh, come on. Can't keep up with teenage energy, old man?" I taunted, hoping it would work.
He looked at me with shocked amusement. I seemed to be getting a lot of that from him today. He started to walk over towards me. "If you can take me down, well keep going. If you can't, we stop. Got it?"
I nodded in understanding and put my arms up. He started the attacks really fast and warped around with rapid speed. With uppercuts, hooks, knee jabs, and side kicks; I managed to fight him off for only ten seconds before he caught my foot when I attempted a kick and twisted my leg so that my back was facing him.
"Give up?"
I was having a hard time keeping my balance, but that didn't mean I was having a hard time being defiant.
"No," I groaned out in an irritated tone.
Parrish made a 'hmm' noise and then said, "Well just have to see about that." And then he started to walk towards the couch; might I remind you, he still had my foot. Hobbling near the couch he stopped just in front of it and pushed me into it.
"Lydia, you could seriously hurt yourself right now acting like this. A great amount of stress on your body isn't good, especially since you have stitches."
When I rolled my eyes at him and crossed my arms, that really seemed to piss him off. He got this cold anger in his eyes and stared at me for what seemed like the longest time.
"I understand this is frustrating for you, Lydia. But you can't just stress your body like that. It's not good."
"Alright, well thanks for the health class, Mr. Parrish. See you on Monday." I sarcastically and happily told him as I got up to leave. He caught me by the arm and bored his eyes straight into mine.
"Do not disrespect me like that."
"I'm pretty sure abuse like this is frowned upon in schools," I retorted, still making teacher cracks at him.
He looked away from me for a second to take a deep breath. It seemed to work, because when he looked back at me some of his anger had diminished.
"You know what I frown upon, Lydia? Attitude and disrespect. I think it's time someone taught you a lesson in that department." Then leading me back over to the couch he bent me over the arm of his sofa. He was careful so that my stitches didn't rub up against the side.
"Wha- Parrish! No!" I yelled out as I felt anxiety rush through me like Stiles on a bad day.
I heard him pick something up and then a swoosh sound followed by a cracking noise that signaled he just spanked me with something. It felt like a remote, I think it was the remote. Anyways, I heard the swoosh and crack as well as feeling it.
A hot, burning, stinging sensation began to overwhelm my skin. The remote cracked across my center cheeks. Then I felt it happen again on my right cheek three more times. The remote came striking down across my sit spots as well.
Parrish remained in this tempo of spanking me over my leggings with this stupid, painful remote. I will never watch TV the same way again, I thought to myself. This was so stupid!
When I found my voice, I yelled, "Stop! You can't! Aw!"
Parrish stopped for a moment. Which I cherished. "Lydia, I care about you. And I'm trying to get you to see that you should care about yourself too."
He cares about me? Well, I kind of thought he did, but the man just confirmed it! Jackson had never done anything like this unless we were having sex. Mainly because Jackson just didn't care too much about me.
I started to let tears that were building up in my eyes fall. Actually, no, I didn't want them to fall, they just did. I tried to reach back and stop him; but the way I was positioned was the side my stitches were on faced the side that the back of the sopha was on. When I tried to push up with the opposite arm, I leaned on my injury. And my other arm was trapped because I couldn't reach behind me, again, due to the back of the couch.
Parrish wouldn't relent with this punishment at all. He was firmly focused on getting the message through. I hated this! I tried kicking, but Parrish only spanked me across my sit spots hard a couple of times.
I stopped kicking for a few more smacks and then my leg accidently popped back up and when I realised this I slammed my foot back down. After that Parrish stopped and firmly placed his hand on my lower back. I trembled, not knowing what this meant. Would there be more? Are we done? I don't know...
Parrish spoke firmly yet softly. "What did I just say, Lydia.?"
I let out a small cry and whimper before answering him, "Not, to, k-kick…"
"Yes. Don't do it again, or your leggings are coming off."
This made my eyes bug out. "Please, no. Parrish, no more! Please. I promise. N-no more st-stress. I'll t-take care of myself!"
"Good, just a couple more then. You can get through it, Lydia."
I buried my head in my arms as I sobbed my way through the rest of the spanking.
*Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack!*
"Lydia, you promise me you won't put so much stress on your body if you can help it?" *Smack, Smack!*
I moved my head out of my arms. "Y-yes!" I cried out.
*Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack!*
"And you won't give me or any other adult disrespect or attitude?" *Smack, Smack!*
"Yes, I promise. I promise! I'm sorry!" *Smack, Smack, Smack!"
He brought the remote down once more across my sit spot and then set the remote on a table near by. I laid there sobbing with my head in my arms. Too tired and in too much pain to move, Parrish helped me stand. I wobbled a little and set my hand on his chest and I steadied myself.
I caught his eyes and looked up at him. "I really am sorry, Parrish…"
"It's ok, Lydia." He told me.
"I should probably get home. Is Friday alright to come by and train?"
"Yeah, yeah. That'd be great," he said offering me another movie-star smile.
I took my hand off his chest, grabbed my bag, and waved goodbye as I went out the door.
What the hell, I can't be having feelings for him. He just hauled off and spanked me!
Trying to push these feelings aside, I just couldn't as I walked out to my car, got in, and drove off.
The End