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Shifting from foot to foot, Sephiroth adjusts the school bag on his back. He is waiting outside Mr. Lodbrock's classroom after the last bell. He lets out a sigh—one that could either indicate his regret at having to report to the schoolroom for discipline, or else the anticipation he feels toward said discipline.
As the students walk down the hallway, making plans for after school, Sephiroth lets his thoughts wander. He has always had a close relationship with Glenn—or Mr. Lodbrock, as Sephiroth must call him at school. After his parents vanished, Glenn had taken him in, adopted him, and cared for him like a son. Sephiroth will forever be grateful for this.
But part of Sephiroth resents the idea that the discipline session needs to take place here, at the school. Glenn has never been one to beat Sephiroth into submission, of course. Physical measures have always been taken seriously and used for only the most severe offenses. So Sephiroth has gathered from his classmates.
However, none of his classmates still receives physical reprimands. Perhaps it is strange, but Sephiroth always feels better after a physical punishment from Glenn. Like his slate is actually wiped clean. And yes, he admits he needs a clean slate after what he was caught doing this morning.
Sephiroth's first period this year is physical education. And today was the transfer student's second day. Cloud Strife, formerly of Seventh Heaven Academy under the plate, has been on Sephiroth's radar for some time. Even Glenn knows about his interest in the boy. Cloud is a great athlete—strong and coordinated—and compelling in a way that Sephiroth has never before experienced. It doesn’t hurt that the boy is uncommonly pretty, either.
Sure, Cloud can be stand-offish at times and isn't exactly excited about starting at a new school halfway through the semester. Sephiroth doesn't know if he transferred because of a move, but he imagines that Cloud could have gotten himself expelled with that sharp tongue of his. He mouthed off to Glenn on his first day, when he himself was the one in the wrong. He'd been late dressing out because he hadn't known where the locker rooms were.
But Glenn had given Cloud a pass. Which made it even odder that Sephiroth is standing here now. True, Sephiroth had been caught in the showers, taking his sweet time, as he let his thoughts wander. Well, maybe wandering isn't the right word. More like, fantasizing and recreating the details of Cloud's body in great detail: remembering exactly how the bubbles from Cloud's shampoo coasted down the plains of his body, and how lovely Cloud's skin looked, flushed pink from the heat.
Sephiroth had known he'd be late to his next class, but his body was demanding. And he couldn't exactly take care of it while everyone else was showering. So he'd shampooed his hair a second or third time and left the conditioner sitting in it while the showers cleared out. Glenn surprised him, finding him with his dick in his hand and in the throes of an amazing orgasm, only a couple minutes later.
Sephiroth was embarrassed, of course, but none of this was entirely unexpected. Glenn knows about Sephiroth's unique tastes and teases him about it. Cute blonde boys with slim waists, pretty blue eyes, and hard-won smiles are Sephiroth's weakness. But Glenn was angry that Sephiroth had ignored his academic success for this indulgence.
"There's a time and place for everything, Sephiroth," Glenn chastised. "You know better than to waste your precious class time with this, of all things!"
Sephiroth hates disappointing Glenn. And so, now he waits to be summoned into the classroom. Finally, Glenn calls out from behind the closed door.
"Sephiroth, come in and close the door behind you."
The last few stragglers are still walking past as Sephiroth pushes open the door and shuts it behind him.
"Leave your bag," Glenn orders, not bothering to look up from his paperwork. Sephiroth always forgets that Glenn also teaches a history class in addition to PE. It's weird to think of him grading actual papers after school hours are over, but here he is. "Pull out your ruler."
"Yes, sir." Sephiroth groans inwardly. Much to his dismay, Glenn is taking this seriously. Sephiroth prefers an over-the-knee hand-spanking to any implements. Implements are always more painful and worse, less personal. Using one on him today would surely make this lesson sink in better than hand-spanking. Which is probably why Glenn has opted to perform it at school. Sephiroth knows he's been unwise, and he deserves to be punished. He also knows better than to make any requests. The wood ruler feels unusually heavy in his hands, but he obeys.
"Bring me the ruler and assume the position." Glenn still doesn't bother looking up. It doesn't quite feel like Glenn doesn't care, but his lack of response and eye contact stings.
"Yes, Mr. Lodbrock." Sephiroth knows that if anything, using Glenn's school address in private will almost surely get the attention he craves—and as always, it works.
Glenn looks up over his reading glasses, eyebrows expectantly raised.
"Feeling a little snarky today, kiddo?" Glenn asks. "We'll see if a little attitude adjustment can fix that. On the bare, Seph."
Sephiroth blanches, swallowing his anticipation, fear, and pride as he places the ruler on Glenn's desk. Normally, during school corrections, Glenn at least allows for the punishment over his clothes. Sephiroth briefly considers protesting. But the protest leaves his mouth before he can finish rethinking.
"But sir, we're at school and there are still students present!"
"Having a sudden flash of decorum, Seph?" Glenn clunks the pen down on the desk and pushes out his chair. The obnoxious scrape of it against the floor can surely be heard outside in the hall. "It would have served you well if you'd considered decorum while masturbating in the school showers this morning. You could have avoided all this."
Glenn rests his hands on his desk and leans across it, meeting Sephiroth's eyes unflinching. Sephiroth is still frozen, not yet in the requested position, and is hesitant to expose himself. After a beat or two, Glenn clears his throat.
"Assume. The. Position. Sephiroth. And lower your pants and drawers. Now."
Sephiroth groans in protest, but he obeys. He quickly unbuckles his belt and glances to his right, where he spots a few students walking by. If he can keep quiet, no one will be the wiser. Or so he hopes. He really hopes. He lowers his pants and boxer briefs just below his ass and then bends over in front of the desk.
Glenn walks behind Sephiroth and nudges his feet closer to the desk, so Sephiroth's torso rests over the top. He also nudges Sephiroth's legs a little further apart.
"Grab hold of the opposite side of the desk, and don't let go. I don't want to injure your hands."
Sephiroth swallows again, but despite his fear, he needs this. He knows it will hurt, but once the punishment is over, he and Glenn will be on good terms again. It's just this first part, the waiting and anticipation, that is so difficult.
Instead of beginning right away, Glenn starts a lecture. Sephiroth wishes he'd skip it and just get to the punishment.
"Sephiroth, do you know why you are here?"
And damn, it's the kind of lecture that requires him to respond.
"Yes, sir."
"Tell me in your own words."
Sephiroth feels the blush rising even further into his ears, cheeks, and neck, but he knows better than to delay.
"I was jerking off in the shower instead of going to class. Sir."
"Correct. You realize there's nothing wrong with masturbation, right? Just—you need to do it at home in private. Never on school property. And never while you should be in class."
"Yes, sir," Sephiroth replies in a whisper.
"There's nothing wrong with being sexually attracted to someone else. And I would agree, Cloud is quite a cutie. You just need to save that behavior for the privacy of your bedroom. School hours are for learning."
"Yes, sir," Sephiroth repeats.
"I realize this is the first time you've been caught in such an act. But because your actions and decisions were so unwise, this lesson will be one you won't soon forget."
Sephiroth's eyes flood with tears—not in fear, but because he really hates to disappoint Glenn.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."
"Not as sorry as you will be, young man. Brace yourself."
Usually, Glenn lets Sephiroth know how many blows to expect—especially for school discipline. The fact that he skips this time shakes Sephiroth to his core. The first blow that slaps down against his ass stings.
Sephiroth can barely breathe before the second, third, and fourth blows rain down on him. The sting builds up quickly into pain—severe pain—and Sephiroth wants to flinch away. He manages to maintain his position as Glenn continues to spank him, the loud sharp slaps ringing in his ears as painful as the blows themselves.
Glenn isn't taking it easy, either. With a hand spanking, Sephiroth usually gets a bit of a warm-up before Glenn really goes for it. And while Sephiroth knows his body won't be permanently damaged, his ass is really burning.
He's lost track of the number of blows when he finally starts to let out muffled sobs into his arms, with tears falling freely. His sobs get louder as the pain spreads to his thighs, especially when a series of cruel strikes to just below his ass land. He actually lets out a few screams, which he manages to stifle in the fabric of his uniform jacket as best he can.
To his surprise, Glenn starts to lecture again, emphasizing his words with more blows.
"Sephiroth, I've raised you since you were a child, and you've always had good sense about you. For the life of me, I cannot fathom why you thought a quick jerk-off in the shower took precedence over your education. You have your own room at home and hell, even your own shower!"
A few more harsh blows to his sit spot have Sephiroth crying out again, but he maintains his position perfectly, digging his short nails into the opposite side of the desk.
"I'm very disappointed in your behavior."
The words hurt Sephiroth's heart as much as the spanks hurt his ass, but his brain is starting to fog. The pain radiating down his legs and heating up his groin fills his heart and mind, and he knows he has disappointed Glenn. And he feels so awful for failing him!
"I'm sorry," Sephiroth whimpers, lifting his mouth up from his sleeves. "I'm so sorry, Glenn. I'll never do it again, I promise." Small cries of pain intersperse the words that spill from his lips.
"That is what I'm trying to teach you, kiddo." Glenn's voice is softer now, gentler, which is what Sephiroth craves. He knows he's been forgiven, and that knowledge makes him able to withstand any punishment in order to atone.
After a dozen more smacks, Glenn finally stops. The ruler thuds down on the desk, right within Sephiroth's view—giving him a close look at the weapon used against him. But now, as Glenn gently smoothes his hands across Sephiroth's burning ass and thighs, that ruler isn't a weapon. It's more like a guiding light, showing him the correct path.
The tender touch, right after such a painful spanking, brings fresh, relieved tears to Sephiroth's eyes. They spill, along with a few desperate sobs and words.
"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Sephiroth sniffs.
Glenn takes this moment to drag Sephiroth up onto his lap while leaning against the desk.
"Shh," he shushes. "You're forgiven. You took your punishment well, and I know you've learned your lesson."
Glenn presses Sephiroth's face into his chest, letting him cry it out. Sephiroth doesn't even care that his pants are still down and how much his ass is stinging. He just feels safe and right in Glenn's loving hands—hands that are willing to guide him, even when Sephiroth makes foolish decisions.
"There, there." Glenn rocks him a little, patiently letting Sephiroth get himself together. He even offers Sephiroth a handkerchief, once the tears abate.
Letting out an exhausted, stuttering sigh, Sephiroth pulls himself together. He wraps his arms around Glenn's broad shoulders and gives him a tight hug, which is returned. Then, he climbs to his feet and pulls up his pants. He finishes wiping his tears, hoping his eyes aren't too red.
"I'm really sorry, sir," Sephiroth says, glancing shyly up at Glenn. "It won't happen again."
"Good boy," Glenn replies, ruffling Sephiroth's hair a little. "Now, take your ruler and get on home. I'm sure you've got homework to do. I'll be back by five."
"Yes, sir," Sephiroth replies, sliding the ruler carefully back into his school bag. "And…" he offers Glenn a shy smile, "thank you for the correction."
"You're welcome, Sephiroth."
Gathering his wits and his bag, Sephiroth steps out of the classroom door, opening it to a hallway that isn't as empty as it should be, considering the time. To his embarrassment, his friends Genesis and Angeal are among the crowd of students lined up against the classroom windows. The red flush in Sephiroth's ears refuses to fade, but he gathers himself up with dignity and leads his friends to the front gates.