Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Schuldig's Punishment ❯ School house ( Chapter 5 )

 

Dragondeb

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Nagi-Oki

A little violent? Yes… I guess I could work that in somewhere along the ways. A lot of angst… but I might be able to pull it all together, yeah… is it the BDSM you like or do you really want Crawford to, like, traumatize and emotionally scar his pet?

 

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Thank you for the compliment. I really love it when someone is able to tell me a certain scene that they enjoyed, it makes me feel like my work was actually read and remembered. I will make an effort to keep them out of the clubs… but that happens to be one of my favorite settings, sorry.

 

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High School Rockin

 

Schuldig burst into his master's office, “Crawford-sama! You just sent me on a wild goose chaste!”

 

Crawford flipped through his piles of work, “Is that how you greet your master, Schuldig?”

 

“It is when he sent me up to Hiroshima just to be a dick.” The boy grunted.

 

The 23-year-old man looked up at his, now, 16 year old pet and smiled slightly, though the younger man did not see the expression. Schuldig sat down and instantly started listing the events.

 

“The ride up there was boring as hell, then the classes were boring too! Is that what normal kids have to go through? Practically every fricken day of the year?

 

First, thank God I'm a slave and not a schoolboy.

 

And second, I think that's what's wrong with you Crawford, 12 years of school.”

 

Schuldig pulled at the front of the sweater he wore over his white dress shirt and tie, “And these clothes are bloody uncomfortable. Then the teachers were all bitches too. They kept asking me all sorts of annoying questions.”

 

“And how did you answer them?” Crawford asked, still filing through his work.

 

“I blamed it all on my old man.” Schuldig answered; when Brad looked up he winked at him.

 

Crawford looked back down, “Don't start calling me old man.” Schuldig chuckled then sat down in a chair, kicking his legs up.

 

The two were silent for a moment then Crawford leaned back in his big chair and sighed, “Would you get me a scotch?”

 

Schuldig grumbled and complained but got himself up and walked out the door.

 

Crawford smirked and pushed up his glasses, then straightened his tie a little bit, ready for his newly outfitted toy to come back in. He checked his watch; the kid would be back soon considering they had no scotch.

 

When Schuldig reentered the room there was a completely different air to it. He had been about to tell Crawford they were out of scotch but was completely silenced by the strange aura of the room.

 

Bradley broke the silence, “Do you know why I called you here?”

 

Schuldig was silent for a moment longer before cracking a smile, “Haven't the slightest, old man.”

 

He noticed the American's grip tightened slightly at the word. Brad admonished, “You shouldn't speak to your superiors in such a manor.”

 

Schuldig crossed his hands behind his head and leaned back, “You show me a superior and I'll show you respect.”

 

With a glare the man rotated in his chair then continued, “The teachers tell me you've been misbehaving during class. As well as starting fights with other students.”

 

Schuldig chuckled and pushed his hands into his pockets then leaned against the wall, “So what are you going to do? Tell me what a bad boy I've been then send me home to my sugar daddy?”

 

Crawford folded his hands neatly in front of him, “No, considering your behavior in class and out, I think your guardian is much too lenient with you.”

 

 

The lights shone off his glasses for a moment and he smirked, “I will discipline you myself.”

 

Schuldig raised a brow a brow and laughed, “You? Old man?”

 

“You will address me as Sensei.” Crawford chided as he stood up. “Now approach my desk.”

 

Schuldig pushed off the wall and walked across the room with the ever-present smirk scrawled across his face. He came to a stop in front of the desk, with his hands still in his pockets.

 

Crawford silently walked around the desk, he moved Schuldig to lean over the desk, propped up on his elbows.

 

Crawford reached around the boy and undid his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped the pants. He stood behind his pet and gripped the sides of the pants, pulling them down quickly to his ankles.

 

Schuldig inhaled sharply as the cold air suddenly wrapped around his genitals and bare ass. He looked over his shoulder with widened eyes, “You- You're not going to…”

 

Brad nodded, “Indeed, I am.” Schuldig's eyes widened slightly and the American asked, “How about this, I'll give you an option.” The kid's eyes lit up before the man continued, “I'll use either my palm, or the paddle.”

 

Schuldig looked at the hand and grimaced, he'd seen to many people on the wrong end of that fist and decided to take his chances with the paddle.

 

He looked down and mumbled, “Paddle.”

 

Crawford reached past the boy and opened his drawer, pulling out his broad wooden paddle. Schuldig's eyes widened slightly when he saw it, making his situation bit more intimidating.

 

The appliance was laid in front of him as he was moved into a different position. His chest was now pressed against the desk and his legs were slightly spread, opening his end further to the coming abuse.

 

Crawford picked up the paddle started to rub his pet's bottom with his palm, kneading at the flesh, “Hold onto the edge of my desk, it'll make it a little easier to bear if you have something to hold onto.”

 

Schuldig quickly raised his hands to the opposite side of the oak desk and gripped tightly.

 

The older man kneaded at the youth's bottom and asked calmly, “Are you ready?”

 

Schuldig sighed, “As ready as I'll ever be.”

 

*SMACK*

 

“Ah!” the German cried out, jumping slightly.

 

Brad brought it down hard against his ass then smirked, “Does it hurt?”

 

“Ch.” Schuldig rolled his eyes, “It just surprised me.”

 

*SMACK*

 

Schuldig grimaced a little this time. Crawford sighed, “Just surprised you? Lets see how long it takes you to get over your initial shock and crying out from the full blows.”

 

*SMACK*

 

The young boy tightened his grip on the desk a little more. The first hit hadn't felt like more than a rough pat.

 

*SMACK*

 

The one following it had stung. And every one after that seemed to be getting more and more painful as it slapped against his exposed rear.

 

*SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK*

 

Crawford suddenly laid a quick series over the boys rear and in response Schuldig curved his back, slightly hiding his bare end from the man behind him.

 

“Why Schuldig, is there something wrong?” the man chuckled smugly.

 

“It friggen hurts! What do you think?” Schuldig snapped back, earning him an extra hard smack on the rear.

 

Brad put his hand on the boy's back, pushing it flat onto the desk so his ass would again be in a vulnerable position, unable to hide from the abuse.

 

He pulled back his hand and began another series of harsh slaps.

 

*SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK*

 

“Ngh.” Schuldig grunted, “Mas- Sensei, it hurts!”

 

*SMACK SMACK SMACK*

 

“It's punishment.” Crawford stated.

 

*SMACK SMACK SMACK*

 

Schuldig twisted slightly, still held in place by Crawford's strong hand. “Besides, you like it, don't you.”

 

The boy breathed heavily for a moment, noticing that the abuse had stopped for a moment. He answered, “Yes Sensei.”

 

*SMACK*

 

Crawford chuckled, “And you want more, don't you?”

 

“Yes Sensei.” Schuldig answered, preparing himself for more.

 

Brad smirked and licked his lips, pulling back the paddle and raining a series of blows onto the 16 year old's reddened behind. The harsh slaps seemed to echo through the room and Schuldig's grip on the desk tightened.

 

The assault suddenly stopped, the silence making Schuldig's ragged breathing seem louder.

 

Crawford put down the paddle and took lubrication out of the drawer, quickly slicking his member with it.

 

Using some of the lubricant on his hand, he stuffed his pointer, middle and ring finger into Schuldig's hole.

 

Schuldig hissed, “Sensei, slow down, I'm sore.”

 

Crawford thrust the fingers in and out, spreading them continually to stretch the hole, “Get used to it kid.”

 

“Kid?” Schuldig scoffed, looking over his shoulder, wincing slightly as the fingers pulled out slightly then spread.

 

“If you can call me an old man, I can call you a kid.” Crawford explained, thrusting his fingers in, up to the third knuckle.

 

“Oh, so I can call you `old man' now?”

 

There was a pause then Crawford threatened playfully, “Do you want me to paddle you again?”

 

Schuldig chuckled and shook his head, “No Sensei, I like this better.” He started to push himself back up onto his elbows.

 

“Don't.” Crawford stated quickly, “Stay how I positioned you.”

 

The kid rolled his eyes but leaned back over the desk again, moving his hands over his head to hold onto the other side of the desk.

 

Crawford pulled his fingers out of Schuldig's ass, drawing out a low moan. He positioned the head of his cock in front of the tunnel and thrust in.

 

He thrust in and out repeatedly, delighted with the tight pleasure wrapped around him. Schuldig moaned with ecstasy and lowered a hand to his organ which he squeezed and tended to.

 

The German muffled the sound of his own moans by pressing his mouth into the inside of the arm still above his head.

 

Crawford buried himself within the young boy then paused. Schuldig didn't notice, too occupied with the pleasure he was giving himself.

 

Schuldig suddenly felt hands close around both his wrists. He instinctively tried to pull his hands away, which was done in complete vain.

 

Both hands were pulled behind him where they were held with one hand, the wrists crossing each other. Schuldig breathed heavily against the desk, wondering what his master was doing now.

 

A smooth silky texture suddenly slid over the backs of his hands. He furrowed his brows, curious at the feeling. Then his eyes widened and he tried to pull his arms apart, but it was too late.

 

Crawford's tie was snugly fit around the boy's wrists, holding his hands firmly together behind his back.

 

“Sensei!” Schuldig instantly protested.

 

Crawford pinched his still red butt before putting his hands on the hips and continuing to thrust.

 

Schuldig started bucking, “You have to let me come.”

 

“I don't have to do anything boy.” Crawford stated.

 

The German squirmed slightly, like a fish stuck out of water. After finding there was no way to escape he calmed down again and let his master do his business so he could come.

 

The boy lay rather patiently for a while before grumbling, “You're not being fair.”

 

“What do you mean by that?” the man asked.

 

“You're keeping yourself from coming!” Schuldig yelled.

 

“I see nothing wrong with this.”

 

“You're holding yourself off longer than I can stand being held off.” He complained, squirming.

 

“Are you saying you have no stamina?”

 

“I have plenty stamina for someone my age Sensei! And you're just a freak, you probably could hold off for 3 days if you felt like it! I can't stand it though.” Schuldig cried out.

 

“You can stand it, you won't die or anything and your balls wont fall off.” Crawford stated.

 

“No I can't!” He whined as he squirmed and tensed, pulling at his bonds.

 

“Yes, you can.” Brad corrected.

 

There was a silence, broken only by the slapping of flesh and a wet cock slamming into a moist hole.

 

Schuldig sighed, “But I don't like it… not after too long.”

 

He grew still and put his head back down submissively.

 

Crawford sighed silently; he hated it when his pet got quiet like this. He drove inside again, deliberately hitting that spot hard. Schuldig cried out with pleasure.

 

Crawford proceeded to hit the spot again and again mercilessly. Schuldig remained silent for a moment.

 

But after a while, the pleasure mounted and the young boy arched and moaned tossing his head back and forth, begging for relief from the torture.

 

The master reached his hand around Schuldig and wrapped his still slick fingers around Schuldig's length. He pulled at the young boy's member mercilessly, drawing come out of the tip.

 

Schuldig moaned and spread his legs further, ready for more of his master's cock and more of the comforting hand.

 

Crawford continued to thrust, still hitting that same spot.

 

Schuldig bit his lips and tilted his head away from Crawford trying to hide the evidence that he was about to come. His eyes drifted shut as he could almost feel his seed rushing down its path so he could come.

 

As Schuldig arched, spilling his seed, Crawford pushed deeper into him, releasing his semen at the same time.

 

They both lay there silently for a while, catching their breaths. Schuldig started to push at the man on top of him, “Aren't you going to untie me now?”

 

“Nope.”

 

“What? Why not?” Schuldig demanded.

 

Crawford answered, “Because when I've recovered I'm going to paddle you again.”

 

“Again?” Schuldig asked despairingly.

 

The man nodded, “You have no idea how fuckable your ass looks when I'm able to punish it so deliciously.”

 

“I didn't think I was that naughty.”

 

“Oh, indeed you were, and when I'm done paddling you, I'm going to put you in my lap and screw you. And after I smack that ass a little more, I'll fuck you against the wall. Then I'll get the paddle again, and when I'm done, I'll take you right there on the rug.”

 

Schuldig sighed, “I'm not going to be able to sit down for a while am I?”

 

Crawford shrugged, “If you give me a nice blow job I might reconsider you're punishment.”

 

Schuldig gave a sigh of relief, “Oh thank God, there is hope for the prick cushion that is my ass.”

 

 

Okay, next chapter will be one of two things.

 

Schuldig dresses up as a ______________ for a little occasion, and ends up giving some surprising treats to his dear master.

 

Schuldig gets a spanking~

 

So tell me what you think of my ideas and I'll be sure to update as soon as I'm done with `Three Ways (Part 2)' from the Fruits Basket section.