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Punishment (Fan Fiction)

You stood in front of the door, troubled, unsure of time to open it.

“Come here, want to get your spank at the door?”

Startled, you quickly opened the door and entered.

The room was dimly lit, with only a desk lamp. Sensei sat in a chair, reading a book, his expression calm, but the long ruler by his side indicated that tonight would not be quiet.

“One hour of study time is short. If you focus and complete it, you can do whatever you want afterward. Sneaking out during study time and coming back injured. Now, you still haven’t given me a convincing reason.

You dared to do this while I was serious. I promised I would punish you severely.”

While scolding you, Sensei didn’t even look up. You thought he must be engrossed in a good book. After a while, Sensei took off his black-framed glasses and pinched his brow. “Is your injury healed?”

You hesitated. “…Yes, Sensei.”

“Then prepare yourself.”

The room returned to silence, with only the sound of pages being turned.

This was a torturous step. You walked slowly to the other side of the desk, pulled down your pants to your thighs, and leaned over the edge of the desk.

The book made a loud thud as Sensei closed it. He picked up the ruler from the desk, walked behind you, and the ruler was bathed in the clean green light.

“You ran away during language study time, so this time I’ll help you review languages.”

Sensei clapped the ruler in his hand twice, causing you to shudder involuntarily.

“Ah?”

“I have taught you English, Italian, Spanish, French, Japanese, Latin, and Chinese. Punishment doesn’t matter; I want to know what you have learned.”

You wanted to plead for mercy.

Suddenly, a swooshing sound cut through the air behind you, followed by a muffled thud. The ruler had been fiercely struck on your buttocks. “That’s one, repeat!”

“Ah! ONE!” Without having time to react, you let out a scream.

“Due.”

Sensei ignored your cries and raised the ruler high, and in the moment it left your buttocks, it struck down again.

“DUE!”

This time it was considerably heavier, and the intense pain made you feel like you had been burned.

“Now, in Spanish, say it yourself.”

Sensei’s voice came from beside you as the ruler struck your skin, making a dull sound.

“It hurts so much! Tre… Ah!”

As the word escaped your mouth, the same spot was bitten by the ruler once again.

“It’s not tre, it’s tres.”

With each strike, the flesh on your buttocks was certain to swell.

“TRES! Tres, tres… sob.”

The pain caused your recitation to be accompanied by sobbing.

“You cried too soon. Now, French, Latin, and Japanese.”

Hiroshi Sensei was evidently angry about the previous mistakes.

“Ah!” you cried out in agony as he struck three times in quick succession.

The scorching pain on your back made you instinctively reach to cover yourself.

“Hold onto the desk.” “Mmph!”

It was Dominate, the discipline of Lasombra, you were pressed down onto the table, your body losing its sense of balance due to your own sudden movement.

“Sob… Sensei… I really know I was wrong…”

“Wrong answer.” He showed no mercy and once again struck the swollen area with the ruler.

“Ah!”

“Do you want me to hit you again?”

“Sob…” Almost burying your head in your arms, you shook your head frantically, gasping for breath. “No, please… no… sob… quatre… cough… quinque… roku… sob…”

Hearing your fragmented cries, he stopped his hand and held your arm: “I’m asking you, what is the next number in Chinese?”

“qi qi qi,” you answered while sniffling.

“Correct, and four more times.”

“Ah… sob… Sensei, it’s already too painful. This time, I really know I was wrong.”

“AI, how is the extent of the injury now?”

“Scan complete, four more times are no problem.”

You paused for a moment, then turned to see Sensei wearing Google glasses, looking at you behind.

This was a shame greater than being beaten by Sensei.

“Concentrate.” Sensei caught a glimpse of you and tapped the ruler once again. It was not heavy this time, but for your already swollen buttocks, the stinging sensation almost made you jump.

“Sob…”

He raised the ruler once more. “Repeat.”

“Sob… Um… Sensei…”

“No more slacking.” “Snap!”

“Wow… No more… No more slacking!”

“Treasure your study time.” “Snap!”

“Treasure your study time!”

 

“Take on pressure, take on responsibility!” “Snap!”

“Ah… Take on pressure… Take on responsibility… sob…”

 

“Persist in your own goals.”

“Sob… Persist… Ah… Persist in your own goals…”

“Remember these words.”

“Snap!” The final strike, Sensei almost put all his strength into it.

“Ha… Ahhh…” You let out a scream and then slumped onto the table.

 

“Alright, the punishment is over, and this issue is resolved.” The ruler was placed back on the desk, Sensei returned to his seat, and continued reading.

The nervous tension still lingered in your body. Feeling powerless, the intense pain and shame kept you hunched over the table for a while.

“Remember the pain before making mistakes.”

“Yes, Sensei.”

 

By はづき