#i'mnotgoingtohellyouare

“I know that I seem like a bit of work, but I came here for a purpose, I swear that I did.” You stopped pacing once the words finally tumbled out of your mouth like a jumbled mess.

“What’s the purpose, then?” He finally spoke, positioning himself more comfortably in his swivel chair with his legs spread open invitingly.

You immediately took note of that, fighting back the smirk that threatened to overtake your features as your mind began to fill with the endless thoughts of him destroying you over that desk that had his stupid fucking name plate on it.

“To learn?” You responded, as if he’d just asked you a stupid question. Well, he did, you thought.

“To learn what?” He emphasized, pressing his hands together and sitting them on top of his desk.

“To learn how to be good, Yoongi.” He hissed in disappointment, shaking his head from side to side as he opened one of the drawers behind his desk.

You watched curiously as he quickly pulled out whatever it was that he was searching for and sat it in his lap.

He returned his gaze back to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he cocked his head to the side. 

“Turn around.” He said calmly, spinning his index finger around in a circle to allow you to visualize what he wanted you to do.

With a snort, you spun on your heels to face the back wall of his office.

You crossed your arms over your chest and poked one of your hips out in defiance as you heard the sound of his chair creaking behind you. There was more brief movement before you heard slow, easily paced steps against the hardwood floor.

He approached you rather quickly despite how slow he was walking.

You continued to ignore his presence as his breath fanned over your neck.

 “Get on your knees.” 

You couldn’t help the laugh that left your mouth.

Suddenly, there was a quick impact against the back of your knees, and it stung.

Bad.

The quick hit with--well, whatever it was-- caused your knees to buckle, and you fell to the ground in front of Yoongi.

He laughed. Pathetic.

He placed an object in front of your face.

It was too close for you to register what it was, but when he dropped it against the floor with a thud and you flinched, you realized that it was a Bible.

You laughed again. This wasn’t what you expected.

“What, do you want me to learn the books of the bib-- Yoongi!” You gasped when he kicked your back with the tip of his shoe, forcing you to bend over on the floor.

To his surprise, you were wearing panties. You wouldn’t leave with them, though.

“For every slap, I want you to say each book of the Bible in order.”

“Every sla-- ow, fuck!”‘ You whimpered, when what you registered as a paddle made contact with your nearly bare ass.

“You came here to learn, didn’t you?” He slapped you with the paddle again. You bit your lip and pushed your hips backward against him.

“I’d be quiet if I were you. My office door is never locked, just in case someone decides to actually make good use of my time.” He walked around to face you, bending down so that he was eye level with you.

You really did feel pathetic now.

He opened the Bible for you, motioning toward what he wanted you to say while maintaining eye contact with you.

“Can you do that? It’s a simple task, really.” He grabbed the bottom of the object in his hand and twirled it around lazily.

You were right. It was a paddle.

You nodded.

“Speak.” He spoke promptly. You rolled your eyes.

“Yes, Yoongi.” He slapped your cheek with the paddle. You gasped.

“Yes, who?” You shivered at the tone of his voice.

“Yes, Pastor Min.” He smiled and stood up, walking around to stand behind you once more.

“Maybe you aren’t a lost cause. You’re learning already.” He smiled wickedly, before delivering a harsh spank to your right ass cheek.