I'm gonna turn this into a book eventually btw

Kink: Spanking, Rough, Teacher/Student, Bondage
Ship: Gerard/Patrick
Top: Patrick
Bottom: Gerard
Words: 1021

"Mr. Stump, Sir."

"Detention, after school. Do you understand me?" My teacher growls above me, "That's no homework for a week, now."

"Yessir." I reply quietly, lowering my eyes, "I'm sorry, Sir."

He leans forward and quietly, oh so quietly whispers, "Your tight little ass is gonna get a pounding after class, hear me?"

I involuntarily shudder, stifling a moan before he pulls away and continues to teach class, giving me small glances here and there. It drives me crazy.

He doesn't even let me be excused to help myself in the bathroom.

***

Knock, knock, knock.

I wait for a moment, swallowing and shifting uncomfortably before Mr. Stump appears at the door with a grimace on his face.

"Finally decided to show up, did you, Way?"

"Yessir." I say.

I enter the room and watch as he shuts and locks the door before going to the blinds and turning on the light.

"If I remember correctly, you forgot your homework for a week, yes?"

"Yes, Mr. Stump," I reply. I know how this works. We've done this enough to know  the routine.

"And detentions are supposed to be punishments, yes?"

"Yes, Mr. Stump."

He comes up behind me and ties a cloth from his pocket around my eyes, then in a deep voice, he growls in my ear.

"Have you been a bad boy, Gerard?"

The sound goes straight to my cock and I moan weakly, but I don't dare turn, I stay completely still on weak knees.

"Yes, Sir. P-punish me, Sir. I've been so bad."

He chuckles darkly before he pulls me forward and hands me over his desk.

I feel him undo the button and zipper of my jeans and pull them down to my ankles, then rubs my entrance through the thin fabric of my boxers.

"You wore the plug all day as I asked, Slut."

"Yes, Sir." I say weakly, my knees trembling as he pulls down my boxers and begins licking around the plug, "oh, Sir, please."

He pulls up and I whine at the loss, but it's quickly replaced with a harsh slap to my ass. I have to keep from crying out in fear that I'll be heard.

"Good job keeping quiet, Slut," Patrick whispers behind me, "How long do you think you could last before you give up...? Before you can't take it anymore and you're breaking and you scream my name?"

"Mr. Stump," I moan, my voice trembling. I know we're close enough that I could probably call him Patrick, but he's into the whole Mr. Stump/Sir thing. So am I, in all honesty, it makes me feel vulnerable and I like that feeling. Deep inside, I know I want to obey his every order. Make him satisfied. It's much more than a teacher and a student hatefucking. We're both just too afraid to admit the truth.

"Shut the fuck up, whore." He growls, earning me another slap, "Count 'em out."

"How many, Sir?" I ask in fear of, indeed, breaking. Everyone has their limit.

"Until I stop, Skank. Don't forget your manners," He growls, tugging my dark hair back and biting down hard on my neck before he smacks my ass again.

"One, thank you, Sir." I say.

Smack. It's stinging less along with the first three hits and I know he won't be going into a rhythm. He's doing this for his own pleasure and I love the anticipation. He loves the fear in my eyes. We've never spoken to each other about what we are, but we can usually tell what the other likes and dislikes. 

"Ah, two, thank you, Sir."

Smack.

"Three, thank you—"

Smack!

"Ah!"

Smack, smack, smack.

"Sir." I whimper, giving up on counting and just taking what he gives me. I enjoy it. Pleasing him. Being his toy. I've always been into that kinky shit, though.

Smack!

"Oh, sir!"

"Shut up unless you want me to gag you, Whore."

"I'm sorry, S-Sir."

Smack!

I bite my tongue to hold it back, instead just resting my head on the table and squeezing my eyes shut, just taking a deep breath and letting him do whatever he wants to me.

He spanks me a few times and I'm sure my ass is a bright red by now as he trails his fingers over the tender skin and massages it gently, spreading my cheeks and letting them go almost teasingly. He's always been a tease, though.

"Spread your legs, Gerard, I'm gonna fuck you, and then you're gonna go ahead home, alright?" Patrick says in a more gentle voice.

"Yes, Sir, thank you, Mr. Stump." I say, my voice cracking somewhere in there.

He moves around the desk and I can hear him pull out a condom and lube from one of his drawers before tugging off my blindfold and instead tying my wrists together tightly.

"Too tight?"

"No, Sir."

He presses me back down and watches as I spread my legs before he unbuckles his belt, sliding it off and setting it beside my head.

His fingers are at my entrance, pulling out the buttplug and setting it with the belt before he's sliding on a condom and lubing up his thick cock (really, I've tried to choke that thing down once or twice. It's not fun.)

"Ready?"

"Yes, Sir."

He presses his tip to my entrance and begins sliding in with ease despite the fact that the plug wasn't super thick. It hurts a little, but it's not long before he's deciding that I've adjusted enough and he pulls out.

He slams back in with thrusts fast and rough. The slapping of skin fills the room and I moan out highly at the feeling, gripping the cloth around my wrists tightly.

He sets one hand on the back of my neck, keeping me down while the other rests on my hip, gripping me tightly and leaving bruises on my milky white skin.

"Sir."

"Does that feel good, Slut?" Patrick growls in my ear as he leans down.

"Ah!" I moan out loudly as he brushes my prostate, "Yes, Sir. There, again, please!"

"I don't know," he whispers, his tongue dancing with my earlobe, "Should I do it? Or have you been too naughty?"

"No, Sir! Please, I kept the plug in, I did as you said during the spanking, please."

He bites down on my neck rather hard and a guttural moan leaves my lips, especially more so when he finally slams dead on into my prostate and my stomach acid begins to build up, faster and faster.

"Sir, oh, Mr. Stump you feel so good," I ramble, squeezing my eyes shut with tears leaking from the corners. It feels so fucking good and I kind of wish I could stay here all day.

"Is that right? You like my cock up your tight little ass?" He breathes, his hand on my hip going to my length and beginning to jerk me off in fast strokes.

"Yes, Sir, yes, yes, yes." I sob, jerking against the desk, "I need to cum, please, it feels so good, Mr. Stump."

"Hold it, Whore," Patrick growls dangerously as he holds my head down and continues to jerk my twitching cock.

"I can't, can't, Mr. Stump," I cry, shaking with my eyes squeezes shut.

"Don't come. I'm almost done and then I'll suck that pretty little cock off."

I brace myself, careful to make sure I won't come early and instead focusing on controlling my breathing and stilling my shaking body.

Patrick's hips stutter and I feel him relax a little behind me, his forehead dripping with sweat as he presses it into my upper back, groaning into the damp clothing.

"So good, so fucking good." He whispers, his voice on edge.

"Sir, please," I whisper dizzily, kind of blanking out in pleasure and need.

"Okay, turn around."

I quickly do so, throwing my head back as he palms my leaking cock and bites my neck.

"Mr. Stump, please,"

He chuckles darkly and finally falls to his knees, taking me in his mouth, but he doesn't even have a chance to do anything before the hot, wet, tightness sends me over the edge and I'm coming hard into his mouth. My hands clench onto the rim of the table and my muscles clench before I buckle at the knees and I have to support myself on the table.

"Thank you, Sir," I whisper, breathless.

He spits my cum in the trash and quickly buckles up my jeans again before getting to his own.

"Same time next week, Way?"

"Yes, please."