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 #5

Note: Takes place during season two. This is a made up scenario, it did not happen in any of the episodes.

Pairing: Scott/Allison

Warning: Contains profanity and non-consensual M/F disciplinary spanking

"Staying Behind"

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Allison. Just let Stiles and I handle this. Alright?" Scott tried to reason with her.

"No! I'm not just going to sit back when I know Lydia is in trouble, Scott! She's my best friend. I'm not letting anything happen to her!"

"I'm not going to let you endanger yourself. Stiles and I will take care of it. End of discussion."

Allison's eyes enlarged at hearing this. Who the hell does he think he is? Scott can't tell her what to do. The brown haired girl went to walk past her boyfriend, but he only blocked her exit.

"I'm going!"

"No you're not," he mocked her tone not really meaning to. Scott knew Stiles couldn't hear them. He was waiting downstairs, so that if they got into a fight, he wouldn't know.

"Scott, you're being irrational."

"How? I'm being logical. You need to stay safe. Stiles and I will take care of this Banshee hunter, you will stay here, where it is safe, and then we can all go back to our semi-normal lives." the tan teenager said putting emphasis on the word 'is' as he finished his rant throwing his arms up.

Allison bent forward a bit so that she was right in his face. "No," she told him quietly and coolly.

Scott stood shocked by this. "Well, then… I guess, I'll just have to make you understand." Mr. Argent was out at the moment, so what he planned to do wouldn't be disturbed.

Taking her by her wrist he led her over to the desk chair. Pulling it out, he sat down and jerked Allison around to his left side and over his knee. She struggled and put both her hands on the floor to steady herself.

"You are not coming with us, Allison. It's too dangerous." Scott scolded her before he raised his left hand in the air and brought it down hard on her small ass. Repeating this motion from left to right cheek made Allison gasp and squeal as she wriggled around. Trying to evade his hand, she started crawling forward in hopes of getting off his knee.

That made it worse for her, because since she was way over his right knee, Scott merely put his left leg over hers pinning her down and wrapped his right arm around her petite waist. When she tried to reach back to protect her behind from the sharp smacks about to come, Allison found she couldn't because Scotts arm being where it was prevented her from doing so.

Then the brown haired girl felt the sharp smack of a hand over and over again on her already sore behind. Also, this position gave him clear access to her sit spots since she was so far over his knee.

"Scott! Stop! You can't do this! I'm not a little kid."

"Allison, you're trying to endanger yourself. I won't let that happen," Scott lectured not pausing once.

After a few more hard swats, Scott took a brief moment to tug down her jean shorts. They came off with ease, and he resumed the spanking over her red, silk panties. Instead of smacking each cheek back and forth, now he decided to move to her sit spots. When he started up on that area of sensitivity on her skin, it made Allison let loose a few wails as well as some tears.

She tried to kick her feet because it hurt so much, but he pinned them down. She also couldn't reach back because of the arm around her waist. This made her feel vulnerable and frustrated, leading her to cry more.

Feeling this flurry of burning smacks across her sit spots; instead of Scott spanking one side at a time, he decided to spank one side six times before moving to the other. He repeated this action for several minutes before deciding to start moving upward. He swatted at every inch of her butt it seemed.

Allison let out an ear piercing wail at the last and particularly sharp smack to her left sit spot. When it was all over and finished, Scott let the teenage girl lay over his knee and cry. She was still angry at him that he wouldn't let her join them, but then again it felt nice to have someone care for her like that.

After three minutes, her crying calmed down and Scott let Allison off his lap. They both stared at each other for some time before the brown haired girl resorted to looking at the ground as she fiddled with her hands.

It took Allison by surprise when the teenage boy embraced her in a hug. She let a few moments pass before she wrapped her arms around him as well. It felt nice to her, it felt natural. She enjoyed his affection and appreciated him only wanting her to be safe.

"So, you're gonna stay home right?"

"Yeah," she said. Scott knew she wasn't lying because her heart rate didn't speed up.

"Good, will you be ok till your dad gets back?"

"Yes, go help Lydia. She needs it."

With that said, Scott kissed her and told Allison he'd see her tomorrow.

Scott and his best friend left the Argent house together. "So how'd you get her to stay?" Stiles asked him.

"I just, well I- Reasoned with her. I told her it was too dangerous and it was more than she could handle."

Stiles eyed Scott for a moment as they settled into the car. "Whatever you say," he sighed in a disbelieving tone. Then they drove away from Allisons house and over to Lydia's place.

The End