school of hard knocks/kink bingo fill
Title: School of Hard Knocks
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: R; some ambiguous role-play
Word Count: 626
Summary: Discipline is serious business.
Notes: Written for the penance / punishment square of my kink_bingo card. I mean, look at their outfits on this cover.
"You need to come to my office." Junno's tone is clipped, unusually stern, and Koki wonders what he's done. He follows along after him, glancing back over his shoulder at the rest of their group. It doesn't look like they've noticed.
Junno leads them to a room a bit out of the way from where everyone else had been gathered for their photo shoot. It's mostly bare, white walls and neutral carpet, and the only furniture is a table and a couple of folding chairs. Koki isn't very impressed with this office, but he keeps his mouth shut. "What do you mean, your office?"
"Exactly that." The lock clicks behind him, and Junno's hands come down on Koki's shoulders. "You look like an honor student at some private school in those clothes. It's only logical that I'm the teacher."
Now it makes sense. Koki can get behind this. Or in front of it, as it were. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. You've been a little out of line, you know, skipping class and neglecting to do any of your homework."
Koki scoffs. "And what are you gonna do about it? It's not like you can make me come to class or do any of your assignments."
Junno presses on Koki's shoulders and walks them forward. They stop in front of the table. Koki is pretty sure he knows what's going to happen, but he waits for Junno to spell it out.
"Oh, just a bit of corporal punishment. You do realize that that's allowed here, right? And even if you weren't aware, your parents are. I've already talked to them about your behavior."
Koki swallows. He is in major trouble, then. “R-really?” He hadn’t meant to stumble, and he feels his face heat up.
“Really.” Junno, no, Taguchi-sensei, sounds smug, and maybe a little regretful. “This is going to hurt me far more than it will hurt you.”
“Sensei?” Koki turns to face him a little, hands clenched at his sides. For just a second, there’s a regular Junno grin before he schools his expression back into a more solemn neutrality.
“It’s best if you just take it. Lean forward a bit, hands on the edge of my desk.”
Koki swallows again, like he’s got something stuck in his throat, and follows instructions. His hands are shoulder-width apart, and his back is straight. A stray wisp of hair tickles his cheek, but he doesn’t dare make a move to tuck it behind his ear. When Junno speaks again, it startles him.
“I’ve gotten special permission to be a little more... hands-on. We all agreed that this lesson might stick out in your mind if I used this method. Do keep quiet, please.”
The first strike of Junno’s palm against his backside is unexpected, and Koki can’t help the little strangled gasp he lets slip, or the way he jumps. Junno doesn’t let up, his hand coming down in an unrelenting pattern. He ignores the way Koki begins to whimper; he hadn’t even said anything about counting or if there’d be a limit.
Abruptly, everything stops. Junno’s got a hand on his shoulder, and it takes Koki a second to straighten and try to shrug him off. He feels flushed, too warm, and the top button of his shirt is too constricting.
“You okay?” Junno’s brows are knit together in concern; he’s never been all that good at staying in character. Koki nods, and lets out a deep breath. That reassures Junno, though he looks a little sad when he says, “We should probably get back; the others might notice we’ve been gone for a while.”
“That’s okay, Taguchi-sensei. I may need some remedial lessons; I’ll have the entire flat to myself this evening.”
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: R; some ambiguous role-play
Word Count: 626
Summary: Discipline is serious business.
Notes: Written for the penance / punishment square of my kink_bingo card. I mean, look at their outfits on this cover.
"You need to come to my office." Junno's tone is clipped, unusually stern, and Koki wonders what he's done. He follows along after him, glancing back over his shoulder at the rest of their group. It doesn't look like they've noticed.
Junno leads them to a room a bit out of the way from where everyone else had been gathered for their photo shoot. It's mostly bare, white walls and neutral carpet, and the only furniture is a table and a couple of folding chairs. Koki isn't very impressed with this office, but he keeps his mouth shut. "What do you mean, your office?"
"Exactly that." The lock clicks behind him, and Junno's hands come down on Koki's shoulders. "You look like an honor student at some private school in those clothes. It's only logical that I'm the teacher."
Now it makes sense. Koki can get behind this. Or in front of it, as it were. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. You've been a little out of line, you know, skipping class and neglecting to do any of your homework."
Koki scoffs. "And what are you gonna do about it? It's not like you can make me come to class or do any of your assignments."
Junno presses on Koki's shoulders and walks them forward. They stop in front of the table. Koki is pretty sure he knows what's going to happen, but he waits for Junno to spell it out.
"Oh, just a bit of corporal punishment. You do realize that that's allowed here, right? And even if you weren't aware, your parents are. I've already talked to them about your behavior."
Koki swallows. He is in major trouble, then. “R-really?” He hadn’t meant to stumble, and he feels his face heat up.
“Really.” Junno, no, Taguchi-sensei, sounds smug, and maybe a little regretful. “This is going to hurt me far more than it will hurt you.”
“Sensei?” Koki turns to face him a little, hands clenched at his sides. For just a second, there’s a regular Junno grin before he schools his expression back into a more solemn neutrality.
“It’s best if you just take it. Lean forward a bit, hands on the edge of my desk.”
Koki swallows again, like he’s got something stuck in his throat, and follows instructions. His hands are shoulder-width apart, and his back is straight. A stray wisp of hair tickles his cheek, but he doesn’t dare make a move to tuck it behind his ear. When Junno speaks again, it startles him.
“I’ve gotten special permission to be a little more... hands-on. We all agreed that this lesson might stick out in your mind if I used this method. Do keep quiet, please.”
The first strike of Junno’s palm against his backside is unexpected, and Koki can’t help the little strangled gasp he lets slip, or the way he jumps. Junno doesn’t let up, his hand coming down in an unrelenting pattern. He ignores the way Koki begins to whimper; he hadn’t even said anything about counting or if there’d be a limit.
Abruptly, everything stops. Junno’s got a hand on his shoulder, and it takes Koki a second to straighten and try to shrug him off. He feels flushed, too warm, and the top button of his shirt is too constricting.
“You okay?” Junno’s brows are knit together in concern; he’s never been all that good at staying in character. Koki nods, and lets out a deep breath. That reassures Junno, though he looks a little sad when he says, “We should probably get back; the others might notice we’ve been gone for a while.”
“That’s okay, Taguchi-sensei. I may need some remedial lessons; I’ll have the entire flat to myself this evening.”