hannah_chapter1: (Daria)
Title: Corporal Punishment
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18/NC-17
Summary: Spare the rod, spoil the child.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, never did, this is fiction and all that jazz.
Warning: Hints of underage sex.
Feedback: Always welcome
Notes: A gift for easilyglorious. Happy birthday!

Matthew is writing a letter when a sharp tap on the door causes him to raise his head.

"Come in," Matthew's voice rings out clear and strong.

A student enters the headmaster's study, a blond boy with an angelic visage. The picture of innocence, or so he appears to those who do not know any better. But Matthew knows him - oh, how he wishes he didn't! - and he knows this boy is a demon in human form.

"You wanted to see me headmaster?"

The boy says all the right things and his tone is perfectly polite. But the gleam in his eyes, the set of his jaw, his posture: all  testament to his unbridled arrogance.

"Yes, Dominic, I did. Sit down."

Dominic slumps into the nearest available chair and gifts his headmaster with a dazzling smile.

"Can I help you with something, headmaster?"

"You can tell me about last night and what you were caught doing, you and Kirk and Wolstenholme."

"Oh, nothing much. Just a bit of fun."

"Just a bit of fun, I see. How old are you now, Dominic? Seventeen, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir, seventeen, almost eighteen, actually."

"Old enough to know better, then."

Matthew pinches the bridge of his nose as he tries to summon the right words, the correct phrasing.

"I'm not a fool, boy, I know what goes on in the dormitories at night. Boys on the path to manhood will experiment, try new things. I tolerate it because I know they will grow out of it. But not you, Dominic. You grow worse with every passing year. You are corrupt and you rejoice in corrupting others."

Dominic smiles, the headmaster's words reminding him of last night's revels. The boy shivers as he remembers how it was, how he encouraged the two other boys to strip and suck each other while Dominic watched and tugged himself to a delightful orgasm.

"Are you even listening to me, boy?"

Dominic drags himself back to the present.

"Of course I am, sir."

Matthew tuts.

"No, you're not. A wicked pervert and a liar, too. Oh dear, what am I to do with you?"

"You could expel me."

"I would love to, but I can't, and we both know why."

"My father."

"Your father. I cannot afford to upset such a rich and powerful man. He could destroy me and my school in a heart beat, if he were so inclined."

The headmaster gets up and walks over to the cabinet on the far side of the room.

"But I must do something, must try and curb your sinful behavior. I do not think your father will object to some good old-fashioned discipline."

He opens the cabinet and Dominic's eyes widen when he sees the cane clenched in the headmaster's fist.

"But sir, you don't believe in corporal punishment. You said it was nothing more than an excuse for brutality on the part of the person doling out the punishment."

"And I meant every word. But desperate times call for desperate measures. Now, get up and bend over!"

The boy does as his headmaster commands. He waggles his arse in what could be construed as an inviting manner - but surely not. The boy cannot be that depraved. Can he?

Matthew positions himself, takes aim and strikes. The crack of the cane as it connects with Dominic's backside is shockingly loud in the quiet office. The impact travels all the way up Matthew's arm, making him tremble. But he clenches his jaw and brings the cane down again. He started this and now he must see it through. Ten strokes, no more, no less.

But, on the eight stroke, Matthew falters, then stops. The sounds Dominic is making, they are not the pain-filled cries he was expecting. These are soft sighs and coos of pleasure. Matthew drops the cane and reaches between Dominic's legs. He pulls his hand away and hisses as if scalded.

"Fiend! Filthy boy! This is exciting you!"

Dominic looks back over his shoulder, his expression smug.

"It is, but I'm not alone in that, now, am I?"

Matthew looks down and groans as he catches sight of the bulge that, up until now, he wasn't even aware he was sporting.

"Really, Dominic, you are too much! You even corrupt the person trying to correct you!"

"Don't blame me for your own shortcomings, headmaster," Dominic's expression changes, going from smug to lascivious, "well, your old-fashioned discipline has failed. What will you do now?"

"I think there's only one thing I can do."

Matthew grabs the back of Dominic's trousers and pulls, a quick, savage gesture that sends the boy's trouser buttons flying and reveals his red and raw backside. The headmaster sinks to his knees and Dominic gasps as he feels the older man's lips and tongue moving over his tender flesh, kissing it better.

"More," he moans.

Matthew is happy to oblige, pulling the student's cheeks apart and delving inside. Dominic tugs on his prick as he's rimmed, then fingered. Not too fast, not to hard, he wants to make this last. But his headmaster is not content to simply finger Dominic's arsehole. He wants, needs, more than that.

The older man stands, drops his trousers and spits in his hand, again and again, then rubs the fluid all over his prick, making sure he's nice and wet. He presses the tip of his organ against Dominic's entrance, pushes it in and stops.

"You're tight, Dominic, very tight. Have you ever actually been fucked? Ever been on the receiving end of a good, hard pounding?"

"Yes, but not for a long time. I prefer to be the one in charge."

"I'm sure you do. But not today."

Matthew pushes a little more of his prick inside and stops again.

"Oh headmaster, please ..."

Dominic's words are lost in another desperate cry as Matthew graces him with another inch.

"Yes, Dominic, do you want something? Come on, out with it, boy. Tell me what you want."

"I - I want you to fuck me, sir."

"Do you, now?"

"Sir, oh yes sir, fuck me sir, fuck me hard!"

"As you wish."

The boy screeches as Matthew snaps his hips forward, ramming his prick all the way home. The headmaster grabs the boy's hips, fingernails gouging flesh as he moves, giving the boy the hard and thorough pounding he promised him. Matthew looks down, sees his prick moving in and out of the boy's arse and moans - it has been so long, he has not buggered anyone since his own schooldays. Dominic has lost the ability to speak, all he can do is moan and cry and Matthew takes pleasure in that, too. So many years of Dominic's insolence, his demands, and now Matthew has finally found a way to shut the entitled little shit up.

But it is soon over, far too soon for Matthew's liking. His seed gushes into the boy and, well and truly spent, Matthew drapes himself across his student's back, mind shrouded in a warm fog. But then something brings him back to the present: Dominic's hole clamping down on his spent prick as the boy tugs himself off. Matthew slaps Dominic's hip.

"What is this?" Matthew's tone is harsh, "did I say you could come, Dominic? Well, did I?"

"No, no sir, you didn't."

Matthew strokes the area he just slapped and shakes his head sadly.

"Oh Dominic, insolent and disobedient as ever. I think I'll have to punish you again tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that."

"Yes, headmaster, I'm afraid you will. I'm a very slow learner."


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