hemlock

I really, really give up with my parents sometimes.

It was only when Darren arrived at the door that he started feeling nervous. He had already worked out his other feelings, realizing he had done the wrong thing but didn’t regret it. He wanted to stay as honest as possible even if it meant pissing some people off. Only two days ago, Avery had spanked him. He figured how bad could it be?

Professor Declan would spank him and he would be free to go back home and cuddle up with a good book for the rest of the day. Maybe even ask Avery to join him, not having seen him reading before and curious to know about what genres he preferred. He wondered if Declan had heard of Fifty Shades and what he thought of it but dismissed the thought when the door suddenly opened.

He walked up to him and gripped the back of his neck as f he was an unruly puppy and dragged him over to the bench and pushed him down roughly. “Hello, today we’re going to have a lesson in respect. Because you do not have to like me but you will respect me.” He started to strap him down then moved around to push his pants down before he moved to stand in front of him then sit in the chair he had brought in for this moment. He put a briefcase in his lap and opened it and took out his paddle with the leather grip and holes drilled in. He tossed the case aside and held the paddle up, “Just to give a brief explanation of why you’re being punished; you do not publicly insult me or any other Dominant in this school or country or world. You, my dear friend, are nothing but a toy for us and when toys are broken they get voided. We want to  avoid that.” His  voice was calm but his eyes were rage filled and his knuckles were white thanks you tight he was gripping the paddle. “I find you and most of your contemporaries annoyingly disappointing. You will be my goddamn example.” 

Shit. He hadn't thought it through at all. Of course these spanks would be worse. Darren felt like he had been slapped at the mention of submissives being toys. Was that true? It was starting to feel like it especially after hearing it from the Professor too.

The music was weird. Something he had never heard before but he recognized it as Irish. Suddenly the feeling in the room changed and Darren was truly afraid. The man before him was a monster, like he enjoyed punishments. He had always been told that a Dom who enjoyed punishments was someone to fear, to stay away from. Why did he have to mess with the worst one?

[Avery hadn’t been sure he would ever get another message again. It was no less than he deserved after all. But he had missed his persistent Darren, had started to count on his messages.]

PM: Quite all right. You okay Sir Kiddo?

[Avery hadn’t been sure he would ever get another message again. It was no less than he deserved after all. But he had missed his persistent Darren, had started to count on his messages.]

PM: Quite all right. You okay Sir Kiddo?