The headmaster's office
Rating: R
Genre: Please tell me, I have no clue
Summary: Kim Junsu is caught selling Porn and Principal Park has had enough.
A/N: I absolutely do not condone corporal punishment but my twisted brain wanted to write this.
“Kim Junsu, you know that I have to punish you this time right?”
The boy did not respond, just stared at the school headmaster with the same insolent expression that pissed off and scared every teacher who had ever tried to discipline him.
Principal Park Yoochun looked at the troublemaker standing in front of him and sighed. Complaints had been coming to him at a weekly basis and each time he let the kid go with a warning. But instead of stopping, the boy’s deviant activities had escalated.
This time he was caught selling porn magazines, reason enough for expulsion. But this was his last year in high school and the kid had talent, serious talent. He was the soccer team captain, lead singer for the high school band and he aced his exams without any indication that he ever studied or even paid attention in class.
If he got kicked out of school now, his whole future would be in jeopardy and that is the last thing Yoochun wanted. Somehow, he had gotten quite fond of the boy and he hated doing this, but he really had tried every other method.
Principal Park removed his glasses and picked up the thin cane lying on his desk.
“Bend down and grab your ankles”
The boy’s almond eyes narrowed before he widened his stance and effortlessly bent down in a fluid motion, his supple body moving with the grace of a dancer.
Principal Park rubbed his temples before getting up and walking up to the boy. It would be the first time he would hit any of his students.
He held the cane in his sweaty hands and stared at the full, rounded ass of the seventeen year old.
Shit I can’t do this…
“Kim Junsu if you apologize now and promise to behave, I..I will not punish you.”
Dammit…Just say sorry and let us end this here. Yoochun averted his eyes as he realized that he was staring at his student's butt.
“Fuck You”, the expletive was almost inaudible amongst the whirring of the ceiling fan.
“What did you just say?” Principal Park’s voice was dangerously quite,
“FUCK....” he never got to finish.
Junsu clenched his teeth at the first fiery stroke. The sharp sound of wood hitting against flesh and his harsh breathing echoed through the room. Still the strokes kept coming two...three...four..at the fifth blow Junsu bit his lips to keep himself from crying out loud.
He finally cracked at the eleventh stroke, unable to stop the soft groan.
Yoochun, immediately dropped the cane he had been holding and walked away from the boy standing in the middle of the room still bent at the waist, obediently holding his ankles.
Oh god what had he done...
“Go..get out from here…don’t ever let me see you in this office again…GET OUT”
The boy straightened and winced rubbing his sore bottom, then without a word he walked away from the headmaster’s office.
Yoochun slumped at his desk, shaking. He had discovered an ugly side of him today that he didn’t know existed. He suddenly had the urge to throw up and he quickly got up to open the window, the fresh spring breeze cool against his heated skin.
Quick reflexes saved him from smashing his face against the soccer ball that flew at him. Yoochun held the ball, paling, as he looked at the culprit walking towards him leisurely.
“Ki..Kim Junsu..”,
The boy slowly walked towards him, eyes never leaving his. He reached the window and leaned forward to grab the ball from nerveless fingers. Yoochun let out a sharp breath as their fingers touched. The boy’s lips tilted in a knowing smirk and he leaned closer and whispered.
“It took you long enough but you stopped just when it got good Principal Park....next time hit harder and don’t stop until I beg you to stop…okay?”
And then he was gone, his odd little laugh still ringing in Principal Park’s ear.
Genre: Please tell me, I have no clue
Summary: Kim Junsu is caught selling Porn and Principal Park has had enough.
A/N: I absolutely do not condone corporal punishment but my twisted brain wanted to write this.
“Kim Junsu, you know that I have to punish you this time right?”
The boy did not respond, just stared at the school headmaster with the same insolent expression that pissed off and scared every teacher who had ever tried to discipline him.
Principal Park Yoochun looked at the troublemaker standing in front of him and sighed. Complaints had been coming to him at a weekly basis and each time he let the kid go with a warning. But instead of stopping, the boy’s deviant activities had escalated.
This time he was caught selling porn magazines, reason enough for expulsion. But this was his last year in high school and the kid had talent, serious talent. He was the soccer team captain, lead singer for the high school band and he aced his exams without any indication that he ever studied or even paid attention in class.
If he got kicked out of school now, his whole future would be in jeopardy and that is the last thing Yoochun wanted. Somehow, he had gotten quite fond of the boy and he hated doing this, but he really had tried every other method.
Principal Park removed his glasses and picked up the thin cane lying on his desk.
“Bend down and grab your ankles”
The boy’s almond eyes narrowed before he widened his stance and effortlessly bent down in a fluid motion, his supple body moving with the grace of a dancer.
Principal Park rubbed his temples before getting up and walking up to the boy. It would be the first time he would hit any of his students.
He held the cane in his sweaty hands and stared at the full, rounded ass of the seventeen year old.
Shit I can’t do this…
“Kim Junsu if you apologize now and promise to behave, I..I will not punish you.”
Dammit…Just say sorry and let us end this here. Yoochun averted his eyes as he realized that he was staring at his student's butt.
“Fuck You”, the expletive was almost inaudible amongst the whirring of the ceiling fan.
“What did you just say?” Principal Park’s voice was dangerously quite,
“FUCK....” he never got to finish.
Junsu clenched his teeth at the first fiery stroke. The sharp sound of wood hitting against flesh and his harsh breathing echoed through the room. Still the strokes kept coming two...three...four..at the fifth blow Junsu bit his lips to keep himself from crying out loud.
He finally cracked at the eleventh stroke, unable to stop the soft groan.
Yoochun, immediately dropped the cane he had been holding and walked away from the boy standing in the middle of the room still bent at the waist, obediently holding his ankles.
Oh god what had he done...
“Go..get out from here…don’t ever let me see you in this office again…GET OUT”
The boy straightened and winced rubbing his sore bottom, then without a word he walked away from the headmaster’s office.
Yoochun slumped at his desk, shaking. He had discovered an ugly side of him today that he didn’t know existed. He suddenly had the urge to throw up and he quickly got up to open the window, the fresh spring breeze cool against his heated skin.
Quick reflexes saved him from smashing his face against the soccer ball that flew at him. Yoochun held the ball, paling, as he looked at the culprit walking towards him leisurely.
“Ki..Kim Junsu..”,
The boy slowly walked towards him, eyes never leaving his. He reached the window and leaned forward to grab the ball from nerveless fingers. Yoochun let out a sharp breath as their fingers touched. The boy’s lips tilted in a knowing smirk and he leaned closer and whispered.
“It took you long enough but you stopped just when it got good Principal Park....next time hit harder and don’t stop until I beg you to stop…okay?”
And then he was gone, his odd little laugh still ringing in Principal Park’s ear.