Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ In Dreams ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

WARNING: If the bondage and spanking thing isn't your thing, I suggest you skip this chapter. It's very light and brief but consider yourselves warned.

 

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Tezuka blinked several times to try clearing his head. He couldn't have heard her correctly.

 

“Dreams?” he questioned just to make certain.

 

“Yes. Dreams. Also known as, the experience of envisioned images, sounds, or other sensations during sleep.”

 

He squirmed a little, feeling like the collar of his shirt was suddenly entirely too tight. How did she know I was having strange dreams? “Um, not much. Though I have read that some see dreams as the brain's way of processing things that have occurred during the day as a way of clearing out the subconscious garbage.”

 

“Hmm. I've heard that too. There are some cultures, Mr. Tezuka, in which dreams are not the mere processing of excess subconscious garbage. They see dreams as extremely powerful guides to be well heeded. You might want to think about that. Now, if you think you can manage to avoid sleeping in my class again, you're dismissed.”

 

“Yes, ma'am. Thank you.” He bowed to her again and vacated the classroom as quickly as he possibly could. For some reason she had always made him nervous. He adjusted his bookbag and headed toward the cafeteria for lunch. Still mulling over the strange thing she had said he nearly ran into Fuji.

 

“There you are,” Fuji said. “I was just coming to look for you.”

 

“I had to stay after class to speak to Ms. Wolf.”

 

“Inui mentioned something about that. I like her. She knows all kinds of interesting things. What did you have to talk to her about? All Inui said was that you'd tell me if you wanted me to know,” Fuji said, looking at him expectantly.

 

Tezuka mentally sighed. He knew he'd never get Fuji to stop pestering him until he told him. “I fell asleep in class.”

 

“Not a good idea in her class. I told you that you should have stayed home and slept.”

 

“That's probably where I'm headed after lunch. I can't risk falling asleep in another class today,” Tezuka said. He didn't mention the fact that if Fuji wasn't there he didn't have to endure the strange looks he would get if he dreamed. “Would you mind taking notes for me?”

 

Fuji shrugged. “Sure.”

 

They made their way though the line and found a good table outside near the trees. Fuji flopped himself underneath one of the trees while Tezuka sat at the small table. Five minutes later they were joined by Oishi, Eiji and Inui. After a few minutes of rummaging in lunch bags and trading snacks Inui leaned over to ask Tezuka what had happened. Tezuka gave him the short version of what had occurred after he had left the classroom including the strange question she had asked.

 

Inui scratched the back of his neck. “That's certainly . . . odd. Even for her,” he said.

 

Fuji grinned and joined the conversation. “I guess I'm lucky, I have her for World Cultures and Human Sexuality. We're studying sadomasochism,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Tie me up and spank me.”

 

“She certainly teaches a wide variety of strange things,” Oishi pointed out.

 

Tezuka was barely listening to the conversation going on around him. He picked absently at his food and rested his chin on one hand, trying to keep his eyes open was becoming a much harder battle with the warm sun shining down on him.

 

The person lying across his lap squirmed a little as Tezuka's hand came down firmly on his ass. He squeaked and wiggled as though trying to get away. But that wasn't happening with Tezuka's leg thrown over both of his, pinning him firmly against his body and his wrists bound to the headboard of the bed. Who knew that a bungee cord could be so useful in that capacity? He paused for a moment to admire his handiwork. There were red handprints on the other man's thighs and butt that stood out prominently against the white skin.

“Please, Master, may I have another,” the man on Tezuka's lap pleaded, wiggling his ass at him as best he could, trying to entice another slap.

“Silence, slave! Or I'll really punish you.”

 

Tezuka woke to the sound of laughter. Female laughter no less. He found that one side of his face felt stuck to the table top. Opening one eye cautiously, he located the source of the laughter.

 

“Well, Mr. Tezuka, it's good to know my class isn't the only place you manage to fall asleep.”