"Boys!" Sheriff Stilinski's voice yelled up the stairs. "Time to get up!"

Stiles groaned, and wrapped the blanket tighter around him. He was too comfortable to get out of bed.

"Five minutes!" The Sheriff's voice boomed out.

Stiles groaned again, but sat up anyway. As soon as he put his weight on his butt, he yelped in pain and jumped to his feet. He rubbed his sore behind and sighed.

"You too?" Scott asked, as he entered the bedroom. The other teen was also rubbing his butt.

"Dude, I am never going to be able to sit again." Stiles complained.

"We better get downstairs." Scott said.

The boys quickly changed into comfortable sweat pants and clean tee shirts, then they headed downstairs. They heard the Sheriff in the kitchen, so they went in there.

"You missed breakfast, so I figured you'd be hungry." The Sheriff said, as he sat a plate of sandwiches on the table. "Sit down and eat."

"Can we stand and eat?" Stiles asked, with his best innocent wide eyes look.

"Nope." Noah said, sitting a plate of fries on the table.

Stiles and Scott groaned, but both very gently sat down. Wincing when their butts made contact with the hard wood.

"Maybe next time you two will think twice before pulling something so dangerous." The Sheriff said.

"Not nice, Dad." Stiles grumbled.

"I know." The Sheriff smirked. Then he made a show out of sitting down without pain, even wiggling some as he sat.

"So not nice." Scott said.

The three began eating, and the Sheriff started talking.

"Melissa will be here in a few minutes, she wanted to go home and shower after her shift." He said.

The boys stopped eating and gave each other a nervous look. Normally when one of the adults punished the boys, the other adult did not. However, when it's something as serious as putting their safety in danger, the other adult had been known to land a few swats too.

"W…was Mom real mad?" Scott asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"What do you think?" The Sheriff asked.

"I think we are so dead." Stiles said.

"Finish eating." The Sheriff said. "No use worrying about it until she gets here."

The boys nodded and finished eating, even though they had lost their appetite. After finishing, the boys washed the dishes. They had just got finished, when they heard the front door opening.

"In here, Melissa." Noah called out.

A moment later, a ticked off looking Melissa entered the kitchen.

"Hey, Mom." Scott said, softly.

"Hey, Melissa." Stiles greeted, just as softly.

"Boys." Melissa said, placing her purse on the table and giving the boys a stern look.

Then her expression softened as she crossed the room and wrapped Scott in a tight hug with one arm, reaching out and grabbing Stiles with the other arm. She pulled him into the hug as well.

The three way hug lasted several moments, then they pulled apart. Melissa gently cupped a hand on both of their cheeks. "Are you two okay?" She asked.

"Yes Ma'am." Both boys said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Ma'am."

Melissa's expression changed from soft and caring to hard and stern. She removed her hands from their cheeks and placed them on her hips.

"What were you two thinking?" She demanded to know. "Do you two realize how dangerous what you did was?"

"We're sorry Mom." Scott said. "We just weren't thinking about what could have happened."

"Yeah, but we realize it now." Stiles quickly said. "Trust me, we know how dangerous it was."

"Yeah." Scott agreed. "And we will never do anything like it again, we promise."

"I'm sure you won't." Melissa said with a sad sigh. "And I aim to make certain of it. The Sheriff and I have discussed your actions this morning, you are both grounded for one week. Straight home after school, no phone, no tv, no anything. Understand?"

"Yes Ma'am." Both boys said.

"One of you bend over the table." She said, as she walked to her purse and pulled out a wooden hairbrush.

"But we're still sore." Stiles said, not caring that it came out as a whine.

"And you will be even more sore when I am done paddling your butts." Melissa said. "Now one of you do as I say. This is serious boys."

Scott sighed sadly, and placed his hands on the table. "I'm sorry, Mom." He said. He knew that his Mom hated to punish them, and it hurt him that he forced her to do it.

Melissa walked behind her son and placed a gentle hand on his back. Then she slammed hairbrush down twelve times. He received three on each cheek, and three on each thigh.

Scott took the paddling without making a sound, but he was crying quietly by the time Melissa laid the brush down on the table.

Normally twelve swats over thick sweat pants would not produce tears, but he was still sore from the previous night and the hairbrush reignited the fire.

After a couple moments, Scott stood up and turned to face his Mom. Her face was once again soft as she hugged him and kissed his forehead.

"I love you kiddo, please do not do that again." Melissa said.

"I won't, Mom." Scott assured her. "I'm sorry."

"You're forgiven." Melissa said.

Scott moved away from the table and Melissa looked at Stiles.

Stiles bite his lip and walked over. "I'm sorry, Melissa." He said, as he turned around and placed his palms on the flat service of the table.

As with Scott, Stiles received twelve hard swats. The last two to his thighs caused him to hiss in pain. He too had silent tears running down his cheeks.

Melissa returned the hairbrush to her purse, as Stiles stood up and faced her.

"All's forgiven Kiddo." Melissa said, as she wrapped him in a hug and kissed his forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too, Melissa." Stiles said.

"Alright, Scott." Melissa said. "Let's go home, I need a nap."

"Ummm…Can I stay here?" Scott asked. He really did not want to sit down for the fifteen minute drive to their house.

"Let me guess." Melissa said. "You are thinking about the drive home, sitting on a sore bottom."

"Yes Ma'am." Scott said sadly.

Melissa smiled and said. "Make a deal with you. If you don't tell the Sheriff about it, I'll let you lay in the back seat. But make sure you don't tell him. He's a stickler about seatbelt laws."

"I won't say a word." Scott said.

Melissa and Noah chuckled.

"Come on, let's go." Melissa said, wrapping an arm around his waist.

After Melissa and Scott left, Stiles turned to his Dad with his best wide eyed look. "Can I go back to my room and rest for a little while?" he knew he was grounded, but he wasn't sure if his Dad had a list of chores for him or not.

"Sure." The Sheriff said. "But remember, no electronics of any kind."

"Yes Sir."

Stiles went back to his room and laid down, on his stomach. He vowed to himself that he would never go to another night club again. Well, at least until the next time he got bored.

THE END!

Hope you liked it. I will start the next story tonight and will post it as soon as I can. In it, the Sheriff spanks Derek. I just got that idea in my head and can't get rid of it.