Disciplinary Measures

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"Come in here, Minamino. I need to have a word with you." The voice was stern, directed to the form lingering in the doorway. Tanned, rough hands rested on the mahogany desktop, folded in a superior manner, showing that the owner definitely knew who was boss around here.

"Ha-hai, sensei," was the meek, nervous reply as the one known as Minamino Shuuichi slipped softly into the Headmaster's office, delicate school shoes not making a single noise on the carpet, graceful steps slowing as Shuuichi, across a lowered face. Nervous hands smoothed the neat, pleated skirt, length just long enough to be within school rules, yet short enough to be... considerably less than modest. There was no offer to take a seat, and Shuuichi knew better than to be seated without permission. Lowering his eyes, Shuuichi stood there, face to the ground, gloriously thick and long red tresses cascading towards the floor and across elegant shoulders, past pale creamy cheeks that were beginning to burn.

"Your teachers have been complaining about your behavior, Minamino. Disruptively talkative, tardy, slow in your work." The headmaster rested a hand against his own face, tapping his cheek with one finger arrogantly. "That is not acceptable in my school."

Biting his lip to prevent himself from denying it, saying anything to the contrary, Shuuichi merely whispered "Hai, sensei. I am sorry. It will not happen again." He knew the allegations the Headmaster had made were false. He knew exactly what it was the teachers were saying about him amongst themselves, the true reason he had been called in here... but it was no good saying anything. The Headmster knew as well as he did that his behavior was impeccable... at least as far as his academics went. His classroom behavior, test results and promptness in handing in assignments could not be faulted.

That was not the reason he had been called in here. Not at all. [I wonder how long he is going to keep up the pretense...?]

"Shut the door, Minamino." Once this had been done, a desk drawer opened smoothly and soundlessly. "I think you need stronger reinforcement; words simply won't do it anymore." So saying, a wooden paddle was withdrawn from the drawer, slapping lightly against one strong hand.

Shuuichi's head jerked back in shock, previously dusky pink cheeks becoming pale. "You wouldn't." The traitorous whisper escaped before he could prevent it. Part of him, however, was thinking wryly, [Why am I surprised? I knew this was what he'd ask of me sooner or later... but not so soon, not so bluntly... and certainly not so... kinkily!] Emerald eyes flashed defiant fear. "I've said I won't do it again! I... there's no need for that!"

"Words mean nothing." Dark eyes flashed, answering the challenge in the redhead's eyes. "I am going to make sure you learn your lesson." The headmaster stood, a slight smile on his lips. "Now, come over here, and take your punishment as you deserve." His eyes studied the slender body in the short skirt and blouse hungrily, fingers curling tighter into the handle of the paddle.

Shuuichi's head lowered in defeat, cheeks burning with humiliation. [I had no idea he'd treat me like this... but I suppose I should have guessed... dressed like this and all...] He was faintly surprised to find out that he wasn't dreading this nearly as much as he could. Walking in front of the stern figure, he innocently held out his hands, palms facing upwards, waiting for the blows.

Dark eyes blinked. "Your hands?" He laughed. "No, I think not. A smack on the hand will just make your fingers sting. I'm going to give you something to think about." He stood, forcing the student to step back. "Turn away from me, Minamino, and bend over."

Green eyes went wide with shock as Shuuichi backed away from the other. Turning, intending to run, the breath was knocked out of him in a soft gasp as his slender waist made sudden, vicious contact with the edge of the desk, his delicately-strapped shoes nearly slipping from underneath him. Clutching the desk to keep his balance, he tried to regain his breath, panting, and suddenly realized too late exactly what kind of image he was accidentally projecting as surprsingly strong hands clamped down on his waist, hauling him backwards and roughly throwing him face-downwards... across a lap. His cheeks burned. [Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.]

"It would have been much easier if you'd just listened to me. Now the punishment will be twice as bad." The skirt was folded up over until it rested against its owner's back, exposing the tempting backside covered in silky panties. The lips again twisting into a smile, the headmaster placed a hand in the middle of the green-eyed one's back to hold him there, the paddle coming down swiftly on the firm buttocks with a loud smack.

A cry escaped Shuuichi's lips as he heard the sharp crack an instant before heat flooded across the sensitive skin. He squirmed, moaning, but that strong hand held him firmly in place as yet another blow smacked across his behind. "Stop, please, that's enough, I'll remember, I swear," he begged, pleading more out of humilation than pain. He could easily tolerate the stinging burning of his tender flesh; it was the embarrassment of the whole situation that reduced him to begging.

"Have some pride!" The paddle fell heavily again. "What kind of person are you, to not be able to take such little pain." Smirking, he saw the pale face go redder; even under the thick curtain of hair he could see it. It excited him, as the squirming and moaning excited him.

"I have pride! That's why I don't want to - oh! - be treated like this!" To his shock, Shuuichi found the warmth tingling across his buttocks slowly spreading, reaching other places. "Stop it! You have no right! Stop it!" [If he finds out...] Another sharp crack made him moan deeply in his sweet alto voice, sending another wave of heat across some of his most sensitive flesh.

"Keep your voice down!" The hand moved from the lean back to one perfectly shaped thigh, dark fingers closing on pale skin. "I have every right! Your parents gave permission to discipline you as needed!" As he spoke, the hand wandered up the student's leg, stopping only when it brushed against the soft material of the panties. Briefly, he wondered how red Minamino's backside was by now.

"Stop it. Don't... why? I haven't done anything wrong. All my work is turned in on time and there's nothing wrong with my grades. Why are you doing this?" He was fairly sure he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it, hear the other man say it, admit it. He shivered as that hand travelled with surprising gentleness up his thigh.

There was a paused as the one in power bent over the redhead. "Because I want you," he whispered, nuzzling against his ear gently. The hand on his thigh worked up further, fingers brushing up against the warm silk between the pale thighs, rubbing briefly before sliding back down.

A low moan was the only answer to those words for a moment, as the struggle for self-control was slowly being lost. "Don't... touch me there. I'll... I'll... oh..." [I think I'll come if he keeps doing this. I'm not getting aroused, am I? Oh God, I am, please don't let him notice...] Fiercely, he willed his erection to go away.

"Pretty little girl." This was said oddly, almost mockingly. "Don't you want to please your superiors?" The paddle was quietly set on the desk. With both hands free, he pulled the pale one up, forcing his legs to drape on either side of his lap. He tipped the delicate chin up with two fingers. "Don't you?"

"Yes, but not... like this! Not like this!" [Oh yes, like this,] his traitourous mind responded, and he quietly bit his tongue to prevent any tears. When his mother had originally joked that he could enter his new school in a girl's uniform and no one would be any the wiser, he had been surprised to find himself seriously considering the idea. His mother had been equally surprised, but to her credit, she had retained an open mind, had provided her new 'daughter' with appropriate clothes and registered him as female on the school records. Even Shuuichi's new friends did not know, though there was a cruel minority that laughed at her small chest and her extreme efs tos to avoid being groped, despite the fact that a recent growth spurt had made his skirts enticingly short. "A tease," some claimed, but generally Shuuichi was seen as a nice, intelligent, pleasant and attractive girl who just happened to have an odd name for a female, as well as a sweetly low voice, a flat chest, a penchant for jeans and other boyish clothes, and still persisted in calling herself "boku", something 'she' explained as a habit picked up in 'her' tomboy days, and that she had never gotten rid of. Shuuichi's true gender, his secret, had been safe despite some teacher's dubious whisperings.

Until now.

The headmaster's fingers were cold as they stroked the pale face, tracing the curve of the jaw. "Such a masculine name you have. It's very inappropriate... or is it?" The hand that had been supporting the redhead's back slipped around, touching the shining buttons on the snowy blouse before working the top one open, a teasing inch of skin revealed.

Shuuichi's face paled to a fragile white, eyes going wide with fear. [Damnit! I didn't know if I could keep it up forever, but it's been so long, I was starting to feel safe... I'm such an idiot! Have to keep the pretense up...] With a strangled cry of "Don't!" he knocked the hand away, thankful that his mother had bought him bras as well as girl's panties. They might be made to fit girls just beginning adolescence, with only very tiny breasts, but at least they were lacy and they gave him the illusion of *something* there. [I swear, if I get out of this with my secret intact, I'll get my mother to buy a bra with a LOT of padding, and to hell with all the breast implant jokes I'll get!]

The dark eyes narrowed, a strand of even darker hair falling between them. With an angry sound at the back of his throat, the shirt was seized and pulled violently. Fortunately for the redhead, most of the buttons simply came out of their fastenings, though a few did still fly loose to patter softly to the floor. The hand was withdrawn as the headmaster studied the pale torso, the tiny bra that bound the flat, smooth chest. Without any other covering, the illusion of even the smallest feminine curvature was very faint. "Hmm."

Flustered, Shuuichi thought wildly, [get angry! Don't just sit there on his lap like you WANT him to manhandle you... even if you really do...] Shaking his head wildly, he increased his struggles to escape. "What the hell do you think you're doing? This isn't discipline, it's harrassment! I'll call my mother, I won't tolerate this, I - AH!"

As the boy ranted, the darker one quite effectively relieved him of the lacy undergarment, casting it to the floor and closing thumb and forefinger on one nipple, squeezing. "I wonder what your mother would say if you did call her... Then I could ask why she dresses her son like a daughter." The dark eyes flashed as fingers toyed with the rapidly hardening bud, a smirk touching the hard mouth. "Do you enjoy it, Minamino? Does it arouse you to dress like that?"

Gasping, Shuuichi tried to tear himself out of the mocking hold, his struggles not as strong as one in his postion should have made. "That's none of your business, sir," he hissed. "But if you really want to know, then God yes, I enjoy it! Why else would I have pulled a stunt like this for almost two years without anyone finding out?! Don't you think that if it were only a joke I'd have tired of the joke long ago? Of course I enjoy it!" He was unaware that he was slowly rocking his hips in time to the Headmaster's teasing fondling of his nipple. Nor was he aware of the soft "Nnnh" sound of pleasure that came from his sweet, milky throat.

He kissed him. It was a rough and unyielding devouring of the rosepetal lips, forced them apart once thed bed been satisfactorily tasted. The headmaster's swift tongue darted in, tasting the sweetness of the boy's mouth. The teasing hand on his chest hand dropped to one white thigh, working its way under the soft skirt.

With a low moan that vibrated softly against the other's mouth, Shuuichi felt his righteous anger swiftly dissolving into another kind of burning heat. Eagerly, he parted his lips further, inviting an even deeper plunder as he hungrily explored the mouth pressed and opened to his own. He slowly became more and more aware of his still-tingling, warm buttocks as the rocking of his hips became langorous, sensual, wanton. His whole skin seemed to tingle with that same sensation, a wonderful feeling.

"Naughty girl," he murmured into the hot mouth against his own, his tongue stroking the student's eagerly as it rose to his. With a soft sound of triumph, the searching hand closed between Shuuichi's legs, cupping the sex that was constricted by the panties, gently kneading his fingers into the straining hardness, feeling the heat that lay beneath.

"unh..." with a whimper, the movement of his hips became less languid, more urgent as the direct stimulation made his head spin with delight. [Yes... this is what I wanted when I came in these doors... and it's even better than I thought!] Moaning, he gently pulled the other man's tongue into his own hot mouth, sucking on it gently, eyes lifting up slightly and gazing into dark eyes intently, as if in a promise. [This is only an imitation of what will follow...] was the clear unspoken message.

This was easier than he thought; he'd never expected the redhead to give himself to pleasure so easily, and it was clearly not an act how much he enjoyed this. The dark eyes slid closed in pleasure at the message, and at the caressing of his tongue, the sensation flooding through him to pool heatedly between his legs. His fingers found the hem of the undergarment, working past it to touch the so-hot skin. "Tell me what you want," he whispered as he drew his head back slightly to speak. "I want to hear you say it."

Shuuichi moaned, face flushed with passion, eyes clouded with desire. [I know that you know. You just want me to say it. Bastard. I'll get my revenge, just you wait...] "You," he whispered, his normally soft voice gone husky with need, no longer sounding like he could pass so easily for a deep-voiced girl. "I want you to touch me take me give me everything, do anything you like, ask me to do anything you like, *God*, just don't stop, *please*..." His plea tapered off into a moan of needy frustration that, had he known it, was every bit as sexy as his wanton appearance, his shameless lack of apology for his desire, his rich throaty voice.

With a groan, an arm was stretched out, knocking various items off the desk. The dark one secured an arm around the slender waist, lifting the tall boy up as him himself stood, laying him onto the desk so that his legs hung off it. The hand was withdrawn from where it was so intimately stroking as Shuuichi was pulled forward, legs pressed against the headmaster's side. His erection ground at the redhead's, even through the cotton pants of the grey suit, as he leaned over the boy to claim his mouth in another hungry kiss, bare chest rubbing against his pressed white shirt.

Moaning as the touches between their hips and mouths sent pulses of fiery electricity through him, Shuuichi was most disappointed to find that his chest was not touching bare skin, but cold, clinical white fabric. Frowning almost petulantly, he pulled his mouth away, receiving a puzzled glance from the other. It did not stay puzzled for long as Shuuichi kissed at the jaw, down the neck... and began to slowly undo the collar button with his lips and teeth. Looking up with a desire that was strong in its very openness and honesty, he whispered huskily, "If we're going to do this, we should do it right. This has simply got to go. Or... are you going to punish me for being too forward again?" The look in his esaidsaid he wouldn't mind being punished all that much.

"I'll punish you later," he replied in a low whisper, aiding him in unbuttoning the stiff white shirt and shrugging out of it, not caring that it fell in a heap on the floor and would probably be wrinkled. Smiling slightly, he wrapped his arms around the student, pressing him against his chest. Flesh against flesh. Smooth satin against taut velvet. The belt was the next thing to go, falling to the floor in a slight coil like a leather snake.

"Later, hmm? Is that a promise?" Shuuichi whispered as he felt the intoxicating sensation of flesh on flesh. Writhing slowly, he savoured the feelings that danced across his skin like water and fire and ice. Reaching down, head thrown back, eyes closed, he nevertheless managed to find the fastenings and zipper of the pressed trousers of the suit, undoing them with maddeningly tender slowness and stroking the hardness underneath, almost purring with desire and contentment.

"A promise," was the husky reply, hands sliding up the pallid thighs to grasp the thin, soft material of the flimsy underwear, slightly tearing it as they were pulled down... and removed. A half-smile, and the strong fingers gently teased the redhead's aching shaft.

"Ah... Oh God, oh, *God*..." Shuuichi moaned, tossing his head, tresses of blood and fire flying, shamelessly spreading his legs wider to allow better access. "Oh yes..." he murmured, bringing one hand to his throat and the other to his chest, letting them idly play while the other man teased his thighs and hardness in a delicious torture.

"It's quite unladylike for you to be so vocal," the dark-haired one teased, the gentle touching turning into slow stroking, smirking as the moaning picked up. "You see? So improper." Unobtrusively, he slipped his hand into the already open drawer, withdrawing a plain white tube.

"Don't... care," the redhead gasped out, kicking off his annoying shoes and pristine white ankle socks. Moaning in delight as the caresses got firmer, he thought hazily that everything was almost perfect. Almost. "...skirt. The skirt. Should... take it off... oh yes, oh, oh, oh..." his voice trailed off in a whisper, the slow teasing arousing him to fever pitch. Clutching the desk with his fingers tightly, he writhed and moaned. [I can't take it off if he keeps on doing that. He'll have to do it... if he even wants to...] Another pulse of pleasure shot through his lithe body and he cried out softly. Somehow, the thought of being taken almost naked, his only article of clothing the sweetly short pleated skirt, was an incredible turn on, even more than he would have ever thought.

Pushing the soft skirt up onto the flat, pale stomach, the headmaster adjusted the slender legs further apart, the feet brought to rest against the edge of the desk. The white tube was opened, a small amount of lubricant spread onto the dark fingers before one was gently pushing into the warm entrance.

Moaning and crying out in uninhibited, unrestrained delight, Shuuichi increased his efforts on his chest, the other hand slowly, reluctantly leaving his to to explore across the other's well-cut muscular chest. "Mmmm... nice... more - YES! There! Oh God, this is SO nice..." he purred, emerald eyes glazed over with sheer wantonness.

A second finger was added, and then the third, gently stretching, probing, teasing the human-fox into crying out incoherently. Swallowing heavily, the authoritative gre grasped onto the beautiful legs, pulling them forward until they were on either side of his hips. Pressing closer to the edge of the desk, his eyes locked on the green ones, not breaking contact as he slowly slipped inside the red.
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"Oh God!" Shuuichi cried as he felt that hard, thick length ease into him with delightfully torturous slowness. "Ahhh... oh yes..." he moaned as he felt it begin to move, taking up a firm, dominant rhythm that was not harsh or soft, but an intoxicating medium that left him burning and begging for more. "Please... harder..."

"Quiet," he replied with a groan, leaning over the pale body, dark eyes filled with a look of burning concentration. His hips began a slow thrusting rhythm; slow for the purpose of prolonging pleasure, though it wasn't easy, feeling that lovely tight heat all around him.

Whimpering, Shuuichi obeyed, but it was difficult, oh so difficult. His body felt as if it was on fire in the most pleasant of ways, liquid pleasure ran through his veins. He was being laid across a heavy wooden desk, wearing nothing but a skirt and being taken like a bad girl... and to his surprise, he was loving every second of it. "ahhh..." he whimpered agawritwrithing underneath the onslaught of passion.

"Uh," the dark one moaned, hand stroking over the flat stomach, slipping through the soft red hair at the juncture of his thighs, wrapping around his hard member. As the thrusting of his hips increased in speed, so did his stroking, the back of his hand brushing against the skirt.

Nearly sobbing with pleasure and need, Shuuichi tossed his head and moaned, a low litany of "Yes, yes, yes, yes..." as the other thrust into him. Suddenly, a certain spot within him was brushed and he saw stars and fire and ice, internal muscles clamping down hard on the hard shaft within him as he shuddered, almost at the peak... so close...

The headmaster threw his head back sharply, a loud moan erupting from his lips. He thrust once more, deeply, before shooting his seed deeply into the waiting body. As his muscles clenched and trembled, his hand tightened, squeezing Shuuichi's erection tightly.

With a wild, impassioned cry of "Yes, yes, oh God YES!" the redhead quickly followed, the evidence of his passion spilling between them, coating their chests and stomach. Shaking and mewling as the aftershocks wracked his body, he slowly calmed down, breaths evening out, becoming deeper, sated. Sighing softly, he turned to his lover with a sensual smile. "That was... incredible." A note of wonder slipped into his voice. "So intense..."

Smiling in return, he kissed the soft lips, his own a little sore from his biting. He withdrew his soft member from where their bodies were joined, pushing the skirt down over the green-eyed one's thighs to prevent it from being ruined by the slick seed covering his skin. "I told you you'd like it," he said rather smugly, bending his head to lick away the translucent fluid.

"Yes, you did," Kurama agreed readily, leaning back to allow his lover better access. "I must admit, though, Yuusuke, I was surprised that your fantasy was so... detailed. And that yanteanted to be the headmaster," he added with a chuckle. "I'll admit it, I only agreed to do this to please you, but I enjoyed it so much I'm rather hoping we can do it again sometime."

Yuusuke grinned broadly, looking much more like his normal self. "It was kinda weird, having to talk all proper like that." He swiped away the last of the evidence of the kitsune's passion away, then kissed him lightly. "It was a hell of a lot of fun, though... did I ever tell you you look damned good in a skirt?"

"Not before today," laughed the kitsune. "And I appreciate the compliment, but if you dare repeat that in front of ANYBODY..." he mock threatened, "then I'll tell everybody what a great headmaster you'd make someday."

"Yeah right! They'd throw me out for screwing the hot cross-dressers." Yuusuke laughed and ducked the swat. " 'm just glad your Mom had this old desk in the attic... *and* that she didn't want to know what we need it for!" He laughed again.

Kurama laughed. "I don't know how we would have explained it if she had wanted to know! Now, about the skirt... I'm curious, Urameshi Yuusuke. Just where did you get it from?"

Yuusuke smirked. "Not telling. I'll just say that I'm gonna have to do someone a *huge* favor some day." He touched the said skirt lightly, fingering the soft material.

Kurama smiled, looking amused. "I see. So... you've played out your fantasy... I think it's time that you heard about mine..." And he started to whisper into a very willing and eager ear.

Yuusuke's eyes widened. "Really?" He grinned, easing himself off the slender body. "Well, I guess we'll just have to see about that..."