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Stiles was sitting at the dining table pushing his food around and trying not to fidget. He really didn’t want a repeat of his morning punishment. Derek wasn’t kidding when he said that he wouldn’t be holding back.
And speaking of the bastard, he was sitting at the head of the table with a satisfied smirk on his stupid face, watching Stiles like a hawk. Waiting for him to screw up.
Stiles scowled at his food and impaled a piece of broccoli with all his might. Unfortunately for him, the movement caused him to shift in his chair and land on a particularly sore spot. Without meaning to, he leapt in the air, swearing and massaging the tender flesh.
“That’s one, Stiles.” said Derek in a deceivably bored tone, while chewing on his steak.
Damn it!
This was all Jackson’s fault!! At least he could comfort himself with the thought that Jackson was probably way sorer then him right now. Because Derek might not hold back when dealing out punishments – but Peter, well Peter was in a category all of his own.