Chang Wufei squirmed slightly in his seat, one leg drawn beneath the thigh that hurt least to try and relieve some of the pressure against his bottom. He felt bruised to the bone and he was so tired and achy from weeping and from being so tipsy that he wished *he'd* had the good sense to stay in his room the way Duo had. He'd heard Maxwell's rather vociferous vomiting this morning and it had made him a bit more than queasy. He hoped the other boy had gone straight to the infirmary since Heero had said that he'd gotten him excused from his morning classes. Well, he wished he didn't have to sit here, either, but he wasn't going to embarrass himself by admitting that the punishment had been as painful as it had to his tender bottom!
The overhead intercom crackling to life interrupted Wufei's train of thought as he tried to concentrate on the theory of psychoanalytic criticism and its application to Rosetti's "Goblin Market". It amazed him to think that Miss Darcy, their stuffy little plump English literature teacher, would be so cheerfully insistent that the poem was blatantly lesbianistic despite the historical background of the poetress. [Miss Darcy?] the little box crackled.
"Yes?" she called, pushing thin silver-framed glasses up her nose.
[Could you send Wufei Chang to the principal's office, please?]
"Certainly!" Miss Darcy replied brightly. She picked up her chalk and smiled at Wufei. "It's on the second floor, dear. Just go right and to the end of this hall and take those stairs straight down. It's the first room on the left, ok?" She waited for his nod before turning to the board to write upon it.
That request was met with snickers from the other students and a violent flush from Wufei, who just *KNEW* that they were all laughing because of last night's events! The mortification was almost more than he could bear as he rose quietly and gathered his books to slide them into his bag.
The fact of the matter was that no one *did* know what had happened. By some miracle, none of the boys had made enough noise to attract attention and even the steady thwack of Marquis-sensei's paddle hadn't wakened those who'd had the good sense to be in bed by curfew; so word had not yet spread. It was simply a matter of teenagers being snide when *anyone* was called to the principal's office. One boy with a lecherous grin leaned over to whisper, "Hey, Chang, what'd ya do? Boy, I'll bet YER in trouble!"
Before the words had finished coming from his mouth, a dark-haired girl reached forward and smacked him upside the head so hard his eyes crossed. Wufei smiled at Kodachi nervously and mouthed, "Arigatou!" as he shifted his books onto his back. Thankfully, Miss Darcy had missed the girl's fist meeting the bony head of Ataru so she wasn't in any trouble... not like he was.
Trepidation trembling in his limbs, Wufei turned from the classroom and moved to the stairwell at the end of the hall as directed, feet tripping rapidly down the stairs. He swung open the door and glanced around. There it was, plain as day, Khushrenada-kouchou's name beside it. He gently knocked and turned the knob, peeking into the room.
"Oh, my! There you are!" pattered the same bright voice that had come over the intercom. "I was just about to go check the mail!" Kasumi announced cheerfully. "I'm Miss Kasumi! Khushrenada-kouchou said for you to go *right* into his office!" She smiled at him, gathering a few things.
"Aa," Wufei spoke quietly, flustered. With care, he sat his bag down just inside the door as she passed him on her way out of it, nervous. Khushrenada-kouchou... He'd only met him once, bare days after he got here, and the man had warned him about getting in trouble then. Did everyone who got in trouble the first time have to meet with the man? He was so nervous that his stomach turned veritable somersaults, dancing around inside of him. As he raised his hand to knock lightly, his knuckles never got the chance to hit the wood.
"You may come in, Wufei."
Ohgodohgodohgod!!! Did he have eyes in the back of his head!? Some sort of extra-sensory perception!? Would he know how drunk Wufei had been last night, how much he hurt this morning, what had been going on when Duo had barged in to puke? Heart pounding wildly, Wufei pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Khushrenada-kouchou stood before a bay of windows, one hand clasping his wrist. Instead of the impeccably neat suit Wufei had been expecting, the older man was dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans that clung to the strong lines of his thighs and a grey-blue sweater that sparked answering colours in his eyes as he finished closing the curtains and turned around.
If Wufei had been more aware of such things, he'd have recognized the signals Treize was throwing off as pure sex! Unfortunately, the inkling of a clue he'd been given last night wasn't nearly enough to prepare him for such a sexual sensory assault and so the effort was, in truth, wasted upon him. "Wufei," Treize murmured huskily. "Have a seat."
A seat! WHY did everyone want him to have a seat this morning!? First there was the cafeteria's hard chairs and eating breakfast with Trowa and Quatre, neither of whom seemed to be having any problems sitting (mostly because Zechs had been rather more thorough with Duo and Wufei than with the others!) and then there was Dotty-chan in geometry, pushing him into a desk before he could protest when she wanted to show him her problems and ask him a question (and that had hurt just AWFULLY, he didn't even want to think about it!) and now *THIS*! "Urm..."
"SIT, Wufei."
And so Wufei sat with the barest of winces. He wasn't about to embarrass himself in front of the principal any more than he was going to embarrass himself before his fellow students. "Yes, sir?" he asked softly, trying to keep the rather audible ache out of his voice.
"I'm given to understand that you were caught out after curfew last night," Treize replied silkily, moving to sit in the chair beside Wufei's, one golden-brown eyebrow raised.
"H...hai," Wufei whispered, flushing brightly with his shame, mouth trembling.
"Drunk," Treize added, those eyes hiding amusement behind their lashes.
An even deeper flush worked its way across Wufei's face. {Oh, gods, don't let me cry!} he thought frantically, biting his lip before he managed to grate out another sound of agreement. "Hai!"
"With stained *pants*," Treize spoke, and the sound of his voice made Wufei want to sob. All he could do was nod as he felt his lashes cling to tears even as he tried to blink them away. "And that you were punished rather thoroughly for it."
Wufei's shoulders shook as he trembled with a mixture of fear and pure unadulterated humiliation. Again, he nodded, remaining silent for fear that he would burst into wretched sobs. Oh, how had things gone so wrong so *fast*? It was unbearable, simply unbearable!
The soft tremors as Wufei refused to look at him almost made Treize smile as he stood and locked the door, walking carefully to seat himself behind his desk. "Well, Wufei. We can't have such things happening here at Wilmington. Do you understand what I say to you?"
"Y... you're going to expel me, aren't you?" Wufei worked out, the sound breathless and almost hiccoughing with his tearful fright.
That caught Treize by surprise, his shimmering blue eyes widening slightly. "No!" he almost laughed. "Certainly not! If we did such things, the Maxwell boy would have been gone long ago!"
Wufei lifted a hand and scrubbed at his eyes, sniffling momentarily. "Then what..." His voice trailed off as he realized that he didn't really *want* to know what Treize meant!
"You are an honor student, Chang Wufei," Treize spoke solemnly. "A very good student and I want to be sure that you are kept out of trouble. Thus I have a plan to make sure that you are kept well-occupied and don't get into such scrapes again."
"A... plan?" Wufei asked hesitantly, tilting his head to the side.
"Mmm," Treize answered, nodding slightly. "From now on, you will spend two hours every evening in the library studying, from a quarter to seven until a quarter to nine so that you will have forty-five minutes to return to your room and prepare yourself for bed before lights-out. That does still leave you free time, of course; I suggest that you spend it wisely, for you will not be punished by Marquis-sensei again. *I* will be dealing with your punishment from now on and I will not be nearly so lenient."
THAT sent shivers of pure fear down Wufei's spine as he shifted uneasily in his chair, biting his lip. "Hai, Khushrenada-kouchou," he whispered, still flushed, a loose strand of hair falling forward to tickle at his jaw.
"Your Saturdays will also be devoted differently from now until I decide otherwise. I will expect you to arrive at my home by eight each Saturday morning for your duties. This may include everything from helping me with yardwork to volunteering for local activities up to and including helping at the local homeless shelter or working on the historical activities that are a large part of this town and this school. You will remain there all day and, sometimes, into the evening." Treize's fingers steepled before him, eyes narrowing. "You will also be punished each morning before this begins."
"P... punished??" Wufei whispered. His raven eyes were so wide and fear-struck that Treize thought he'd come right then and he was glad to be seated on the opposite side of the desk for the moment.
"Mm," Treize murmured. "Preventive medicine, you might call it. A reminder as to why you should continue to behave, if you will."
"But what if I don't do anything wrong!" Wufei demanded stringently, obviously upset as his mouth began to tremble again.
"Then you have nothing to worry about, little one," Treize murmured. "I do not do this to be cruel, only to teach you about appropriate behaviour. I could, of course, call your parents and speak with them concerning your ill-advised actions last evening..."
"Please don't!" Wufei begged, rising from his chair. "Oh, please!"
"Seat yourself!" Treize ordered sternly and waited until Wufei had returned to his chair with a visible wince. "For that outburst, you will receive extra punishment this Saturday. For the time being, however..." With that, he opened the right-hand drawer of his desk and withdrew a small tube. "Come here, Wufei, and pull down your trousers and underwear."
"Oh, please don't spank me again!" the exchange student gasped, pale with fear and intense mortification.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Treize spoke sharply. "I intend to rub your bottom to soothe the ill-effects of your paddling last evening. This, as well, will accompany your punishment. You understand? Tell me you understand."
Wufei stood unsteadily and stepped around the desk. Thrills of fear and something akin to excitement tickled his lower belly and he shivered visibly as he began to unbutton the pants of his uniform, trembling. "I understand, Khushrenada-kouchou," he whispered, shoving a fist against his mouth after pushing his pants and underwear just to the curve of his bottom, not wishing to reveal anymore, his modesty deeply strained.
The touch of Treize's hand on the small of his back gently pushed him across the larger man's lap, those fingers pulling his pants down to his knees with care. "Treize-sama," that honeyed baritone murmured. "You must call me Treize-sama."
"Yes, Treize-sama!" Wufei gasped, wincing as a hand was laid against his bare rear.
"Marquis-sensei certainly did an excellent job!" Treize announced, his voice approving to Wufei's ear. In fact, Treize was more than a little surprised and almost -grouchy- about the shape in which Wufei's bottom appeared to him. Zechs certainly hadn't needed to hit the boy so *hard*! The marks and bruises weren't likely to be entirely faded by Saturday which meant that he'd have to be gentle with Wufei and allow him a certain leeway until the following weekend. "Hmm."
With care, Treize spread some of the numbing cream he'd brought from his home across his palm, closing it to warm the stuff before he began to rub it carefully into Wufei's abused skin. The soft gasp of pain that broke loose and the sight of a single sparkling teardrop shimmering and falling to the floor made Treize frown slightly as he continued to rub, ever so exquisitely gentle. He worked his hands down the slender length of Wufei's thighs and touched the curve of his ass with the softest of touches, rubbing slowly, thoroughly, deeply, to relieve some of the pressure and soften the tense sore muscles.
After some time, he felt Wufei's body relax against him, the tiny whimpers that had come from him at first having ceased some moments ago. A glance at the clock told him he'd been doing nothing but rubbing that deliciously rounded ass for almost fifteen minutes and a wicked smile lit sensuous lips as a finger slid between those cheeks.
"Treize-sama!?" Wufei squeaked, jerking stiff again and craning his head around to look up at the other man with startled expression.
"Shh, Wufei," the principal murmured in answer. "It is part of the technique to relax you, that's all. A reward for being so good, one might say, since you have not protested though I know the rubbing must have hurt."
The blush that crept over Wufei's face as he turned away was exquisite, the feel of one of Treize's cream-coated fingers brushing gently against his anus making him whimper loudly. What on *earth* could he be doing!?
With care, Treize slowly pushed the tip of that finger against the clench of that tight ring of muscle, the feel of Wufei's slender cock becoming erect making him want to groan as he worked his finger inside of the boy with exquisite slowness, finally shoving it all the way inside of him with delectable tenderness. Wufei's quiet gasps and whimpers made his own erection throb violently and he was glad for the slight space between his body and Wufei's as he whispered, "There, little one. There, there, it's all right. There is a certain pleasure allowed one so sore as you, hm?" With that statement, he rubbed the tip of his finger across the slight sponginess of Wufei's prostate with care and precision, slowly stroking his finger in and out of that tight hot little bottom. His own limbs were trembling as he watched the expression on Wufei's face and felt the violent shake of his body as he lifted back slightly to the intrusion of Treize's finger, breath coming in rapid gasps as his stiff shaft rubbed against the scratchy denim covering Treize's thighs.
The slender body across Treize's lap jerked violently and a little cry worked it's way from Wufei's throat, tears sparkling in his lashes again. Oh, GODS! That felt even better than this morning and the intensity of Wufei's embarrassment shook him to his soul. Oh, he was never ever EVER going to drink again if these were the sorts of effects that manifested in one! Unable to stop it, he came, spilling strands of creamy boy-juice all over Treize's jeans with a helpless upset little sob.
With a gentleness no one would ever have expected of him, Treize withdrew his finger from the tiny orifice and patted Wufei's bottom gently, pushing the sobbing and hiccoughing boy to stand and tenderly replacing his clothing, making sure that everything was just so, even straightening his tie. Wufei's tears continued to shiver loose and Treize reached for a Kleenex, wiping away those tears and holding it to Wufei's nose. "Blow," he ordered, and Wufei obeyed, still sniffling even after Treize tossed the tissue away.
"What do you say?" Treize asked solemnly as he used another Kleenex to wipe away the stains on his jeans. Well, it was good he had an extra suit in his closet. That much was certain!
"A... a... arigatou," Wufei whispered, chest still hitching, eyes tightly closed.
"Very good!" Treize murmured in approval. "Now, you've been excused from classes for the rest of the afternoon and if you still feel unwell tomorrow, you are to make sure that I know and I will have you released from classes tomorrow. Tell me you understand."
"I understand," Wufei managed with a tremulous smile.
"Good. Very good, little one." With that, Treize stood and hugged Wufei momentarily. "Now, go and be the good boy that I know you can be. All right?"
Wufei's nod was almost sunny in reaction as the embarrassment faded from him. Well, his bottom felt better and his body felt a little better, too, and, well, if Treize was going to be so kind then maybe this 'punishment' of his wouldn't be so bad and he wouldn't have to be taken across anyone's lap again! If he was good, he was sure Treize wouldn't spank him! "Hai!" he responded huskily, scrubbing at a tear-stained cheek. Well, people were still in class, so no one would see his face and he wouldn't be upset by that, either! So the morning wasn't necessarily so bad... and he could go to his room and lay on his belly, now!
"Be a good boy, Wufei. You don't have to go to the library to study this evening but it will begin tomorrow. Tell me you understand."
"I understand!" Wufei nodded with great solemnity, his eyes wide and raven bright.
"Now, then. You are excused."
After Wufei unlocked the door and stepped out, Treize rose and locked it behind him. He turned and strode to seat himself behind his desk, unzipping his jeans quickly and shoving his sweater up to fondle a nipple. Strong fingers wrapped around the stiffness of his fat cock as he released it, jerking with sure strokes as he barely suppressed a groan. It had taken all he could do not to push the Chinese boy across his desk and slam his cock deep inside of him, listen to choked sobs of pain and pleasure as he fucked him hard and came deep inside of him. The image of Wufei screaming and lifting his hips up to Treize's penetration drove him over the edge and he shuddered as thick strands of come exploded against his belly, stifling a groan of pure delight. Oh, gods, he wanted to fuck Wufei so badly! The orgasm seemed to still shiver through his veins even afterwards as he carefully wiped away those sparkling wet drops of ejaculate with Kleenex and smiled ruefully. Well, there wasn't going to *be* any changing into a suit! He was going to have to go home and take a bath because there wasn't any doubt about it... he smelled like sex!
With a chuckle, he rose and glanced down at himself. Well, Kasumi wouldn't notice a thing; not even the tinge of sweat and sex in the room, as faint as it was. And Sally wouldn't say anything if he slipped down to the infirmary to get her to run a few blood tests... once they came back clean... He'd try to wait that long before taking the boy so they wouldn't have to worry with condoms; would spank him and stretch him with his fingers, slowly but surely, and teach him how to equate pain and pleasure so that when Treize's thick erection parted him, he'd feel nothing but absolute ecstasy deep in his soul!
That decided, Treize stepped to the door and unlocked it, stepping out and remarking to Kasumi that he was going home for lunch and that he would be back later in the afternoon. Whistling, he headed out of his office. What a *beautiful* day it was for a Monday! It would take everything he could do to wait for Saturday to get his delicious new adoration across his knees! With a grin, he headed for the infirmary. Maybe, if he was *just* quick enough, he'd catch Zechs and Sally... again! With that absolutely cruel decision made, he almost danced his way along the sidewalk with delight. What an exquisite day!!
The End
Tzigane -- Please send feedback to the author at: wufeinomiko@crosswinds.net
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