#gleedsmpresentation20

[cassidyastorxaviershaw]

Who: @elihummelsub & @elliottanderson-gabriel

What: Punishment Assignment for Finals

Where: Elliott’s Room and taped

When: 8th March 2020

Eli made his way to Elliott's with his videocamera in case the other didn't have one and he decided he wanted to earn the punishment so he pushed the door open and stalked inside, "Hey Sir"

Elliott was readying his room when Eli stormed in, he jumped a little as he looked up to see Eli there "What the....get on your knees now"

Eli smirked and he nodded, "Yes Sir" he said with a shake of his head, dropping onto his knees, "Wasn't sure if you'd be prepared enough to have a camera so I brought my own"

Elliott frowned before watching him get on his knees "Hand it to me" he ordered as he held his hand out

Eli handed him the camera and he shrugged his shoulders, "And I was right" he beamed

Elliott looked down at him "Adjust the attitude, I have a camera but we can use yours" he quipped before putting it in place.

Eli bit his lip, knowing the camera wasn't on yet, "I kinda want to deserve this, mentally I need to deserve this"

Looking to him, he let out a gentle sigh before nodding with a small smile "Maybe clue me in a little next time" he teased "More than happy to play along with you"

"I wanted to deserve it and you know made it a game" he said a little sadly, "I don't like this one bit Sir"

Elliott sighed before looking to him "Eli, I know you don't like this but this is just an assignment....let's just get what we can done today and after the finals are done, we can forget it, this is a safe space okay? I'm not making it a game just..was being playful"

"Yeah but it's not like I'm going to want to do it his ever again" he whispered, "I'm just doing this for a grade and then I'm done with it Sir" he spoke with a nod

Elliott nodded "I know, this is just for a grade, but I still want to make sure it's all clear and also safe words, I know this is just a grade but safety"

"Yeah whatever, safewords are traffic light colours" he spoke with a nod, "And what am I being punished for? So I know when that camera comes on"

"Well straight to the point" he shrugged "Barging into my room warrants a punishment, how about misuse of titles as well"

Eli nodded, "Fine, barging and no titles" he spoke with a deep breath, "I can do that"

Elliott nodded "Good boy" he replied "Alright I'm going to turn on the camera" he said before he turned it on to start recording

Eli nodded and as soon as the camera started to roll he looked at Elliott, "So erm, Elliott, what do I owe the pleasure" he asked, wanting to build the scene for the headss

Elliott rolled his shoulders a little before looking to Eli as he moved into frame "What did I tell you about not using titles?" he said in a serious tone "On your knees, now"

Eli moved onto his knees and shrugged his shoulders, "You said I gotta use them, but sometimes I forget Sir" he spoke, trying to convince himself he was OK.

Ellliott shook his head "You cannot forget with me, now pull your pants down your thighs and lean over the bed for me" he ordered "You know I have to punish you"

Eli took a deep breath and he nodded, "Yes sir" he said with a gulp. He turned so his back would face the camera and he pulled his pants down, leaning over the edge of the bed.

Elliott went over to him before slapping across his cheeks

Eli flinched at the contact and he buried his face in the sheets, not wanting to be seen on the camera right now

Elliott watched him before slapping his cheek again with a grin "Are you going to use titles now?"

Eli flinched at the touch and he nodded, "Yes Sir, I'll use titles when I need to Sir"

Elliott looked to him as he responded "Good boy, don't want to have to punish you again for not using titles" he said as his hand ghosted over his cheeks before slapping once more

Eli nodded and he took a deep breath, "Yes Sir" he said with a nod, "I'll use titles, but I should be punished for not doing it too start with Sir"

"Yes you should be punished" he replied "You used to be such a good boy" Elliott whispered before he slapped the other cheek

"Yes I tried to be good Sir but I've been bad" he said, furrowing his brows a little. He flinched at the slaps and he gripped the sheets

Elliott leaned over him "You going to behave for me now?" he asked

"I have been behaving for your Sir, this whole time Sir" he said with a nod, Elliott's words making him shiver

Elliott grinned before pulling back "Good boy, get up and fix your pants for me" he ordered

"What do you mean Sir? Pull them up?" He asked

"Yes that's fixing them" he replied as he waited

Eli gulped and he pulled his pants up, "Thank you for showing me the error of my ways Sir"

Elliott looked at him curiously before nodding "I should hope this won't need repeating okay?"

Eli nodded, "No Sir I shall remember to use titles from now on" he spoke

Elliott smiled before he went to the camera and turned it off before unhooking it, "Thanks for bringing this and going along with all of this, I'll get some cream that'll help with your marks okay?" he said smoothly before he handed the camera to Eli and wandered into is bathroom before returning "If you want to lie down on my bed, I can put this on"

Eli nodded as he took a deep breath and he lay face down on the bed, "No problem Sir, a grade is a grade right?"

Elliott watched him before he crouched on the bed with the cream "Eli, I'm sorry for wording it like that, I don't always agree with things but it's sometimes best to go along sometimes...I didn't want to punish you for no reason either"

"Yeah well like I said, a grade is a grade" he smiled as he nodded his head

Elliott looked down "We're still friends yeah?" he said as he warmed up the cream before gently massaging it in

Eli nodded, "Yeah Sir, it's an assignment" he whispered, "Not gunna hate you for something you had to do"

"I just wanted to make sure, cause I know this isn't the most ideal assignment but I like hanging out with you" he admitted

"It's the worst assignment ever but it is what it is" he said once again, moving from his spot, "Can I go now please Sir?"

"Of course sorry" he said "You're free to leave, you're released from my orders”

"Thank you Sir" he said with a nod, "I'll see you around"

Elliott smiled "See you soon"

[sunnysky-evans]

Presentation: Dominant: Eric Anderson Submissive: Skylar Evans Topic: Punishment

Eric helps Sky release pent up emotions after being punished for lying to his teacher. 

Sky made his way to Sir Eric's room a little more slowly than he normally would. He knew it was a scene, but it was also real. He had misbehaved and now had to face a punishment. Knocking at the Dom's door thoughts on the punishment to come,  he completely forgot to kneel.

He didn’t feel nervous. Sky was no different than any other submissive who had misbehaved; and truthfully he was grateful that there was a reason behind the punishment he had to issue. He felt almost confident; he’d talked about it with Sky thoroughly, and sought some advice from Sam — so with a top secret stash of the famous Evans spaghetti and hotdogs ready for aftercare, he was just waiting in the blonde’s arrival.  He answered the door with an even expression, and didn’t let his brow furrow too much when he saw Sky standing. Instead of ordering him to kneel immediately, he invited him inside. ‘How are you feeling Sky? A little nervous?’ He asked.

Sky blinked when the door opened, clearly not prepared or ready. He  scrambled to follow the Dom inside. "Oh gosh Sir I'm so nervous. I didn't even say hello or nothing.  On... On account of I was thinking and thinking about getting a spanking. I kinda don't really wanna get a spanking." He lowered his head knowing he wasn't off to a great start. "I'm sorry Sir."

‘It’s okay to feel a bit nervous or unsure. And you can still use your safeword if you need to. I trust you to use it sensibly.’ He acknowledge, flashing a smile. ‘Let’s take a minute; come kneel by me at the couch, and we’ll just talk for a minute. We’ll go over exactly what’s going to happen.’ He assured him, leading him through to the living room. He waited until Sky got himself situated, and much like he always did with Caleb and Mav, threaded his fingers through his hair. ‘You know why you’re being punished today don’t you?’ He asked. Being given permission to feel nervous might seem like a small thing, but for Sky it was huge. Knowing that he wasn't reacting differently because if his miswired brain set him a little at ease. "Yes Sir." He smiled back at Eric feeling... well still nervous but at least more grounded. He followed after Eric and settled down in his knees. He instinctively leaned into the Dom's touch. "It's on account of I told my teacher a fib about my homework." He flushed in embarrassment. He could see him relax and he felt more at ease himself. He knew sometimes Caleb needed to know feeling his emotions was allowed, that it was normal and the reassurance seemed to be something Sky needed to. ‘And we both know that telling fibs isn’t something you should ever do; especially to a teacher.’ He echoed Sky’s language, hoping that it would help reinforce the why behind this punishment, giving it purpose beyond Finals. ‘Can you remind me of your safeword?’ He requested. ‘And if I recall correctly, you’re not totally comfortable with nudity and that’s okay. You don’t have to get naked, but I would like you to take your pants down, and leave your underwear on,’ he directed. ‘Then you can lay yourself across my lap.’ Sky nodded is head slowly. He of course that lying was bad. He'd been going to church long enough to know that. He also knew from his family and from his own gut. You didn't get a stomach ache from doing good things. "I know Sir. It's real bad to tell a fib." He nodded as he got his instructions. He'd felt completely safe with Sir Eric in regards to having to do anything he fundamentally couldn't, like getting naked, but hearing the words still felt good. Like a hug. Like knowing without a doubt that you were heard and accepted just the way you are. He pulled the hem of his pants down to his thighs leaving his underwear up to cover his private places. His nerves jumped again as he lay down across Eric's lap, knowing what came next. He could understand that he had done wrong and deserved his punishment without liking getting punished. He closed his eyes and waited for it to start.

‘I want you to count each strike for me Sky; and we’re going up to fifteen.’ He explained. It was a judgement call as to whether or not he’d tell the submissive how many spanks, but for Sky, it felt important that he knew. Not telling him, he thought, would only make me worry or panic. The camera was already set up to record; and he’d edit it appropriately later so that wasn’t a concern. All that was left was to start. He didn’t strike as hard as he might have with his own submissives; both of whose limits and thresholds, he knew better than his own. Each smack against the submissive’s clothed behind was firm, and evenly paced.

Sky nodded not trusting his voice. He whimpered as the first smack came down, but counted it out. He was so grateful that Sir Eric gave him the numbers to focus on instead of the sting of his hand. Still they hurt and he cried softly into the Dom's leg. It wasn't so bad that he ever considered using his safeword. His dad spanked even harder, but still it hurt and he cried and by the time he got to fifteen he was sniffling as quietly as he could.

The crying never phased him. In fact, he often counted it as a good thing; not because he was hurting the submissive but because in his experience, tears often meant purging of emotions, and he hoped that meant it had the intended effect. That Sky had admitted wrongdoing, taken a punishment and understood forgiveness came with it being over. He rested his hand lightly on his lower back when it was all done. ‘Good boy.’ He praised. ‘You’re forgiven, and I trust that you’re not going to tell anymore fibs about homework.’ He didn’t try to force him to move. ‘Take your time yeah? You can move when you’re comfortable. I’d like it you kneeled for me again; I want to talk about why you didn’t do your homework in the first place and maybe figure out some way we can make sure it doesn’t happen again.’ Beyond just a punishment and verbal forgiveness, he felt there needed to be some real acknowledgement of what had led to it and how it could be avoided in future.

Sky was grateful that he didn't need to move straight away. Because now that the physical punishment was over the sniffling tears escalated to full out crying. He cried in shame at having done wrong and out of the built up frustration that came with navigating a world that didn't always make sense to him. He used to cry and have temper tantrums every day when some task or other proved difficult to do. These days he'd learned to laugh it off or distract himself and yes sometimes he lied to cover for his shortcomings. It all ended up taking a toll and his tears were releasing it all. Eventually the tears slowed to little hiccups and he sat up, leaning heavily against the Dom. "I'm sorry Sir. S..ss..sorry."

When the sniffles turned into harder crying, Eric stroked his back, his hair and soothed him as softly as he could, but he let him get it out. It was obviously something he needed. When Sky shifted, he moved with him and wrapped his arms around him. ‘It’s okay sweetheart. It’s over and you’ve been forgiven.’ He reiterated. ‘All I want to do now is help you figure out how this can be avoided in the future, and then we’re going to cuddle, watch a movie and eat some delicious snacks.’ He promised. ‘You’re a very good boy. Just take your time; you can stay cuddled up like this for as long as you need.’ He promised, adapting his previous order. Now obviously wasn’t the best time to talk.

He sighed in relief. "Thank you Sir." He was reminded how good forgiveness felt and how he needed to always have it for everyone.  He really wanted to skip to the snacks and movie but he knew the Dom needed an answer. Cuddling up closer he tried to gather his thoughts. "Homework is hard and..and... and sometimes I do it wrong and then I just get a bad grade anyway and people laugh at my answers. Just....just easier to say a fib."

‘It’s not easier in the long run though is it? Because one fib leads to another and you always get found out.’ He pointed out. ‘But I understand why you did it. Struggling with homework isn’t a nice feeling; I know I hate feeling out of my depth. And anyone who laughs at you for getting things wrong is just unkind. We all get things wrong sometimes right?’ He stroked his hair and kept one arm securely around his waist. ‘But you know, instead of struggling alone, we can find people who can help. Now I don’t know how good I’d be at any submissive homework but you can always ask for my help. And I know both Maverick and Caleb would be happy to help, and so would Blaine. Why don’t we set up a study session once a week?’ He suggested.

Sky felt more relaxed in the Dom's firm, but gentle hold, listening to the strong, steady voice. He shook his head no. Lying always ended up making more troubles. "Yes Sir. It makes one trouble into more troubles." His eyes widened trying to imagine someone so smart as Sir Eric having a hard time with his homework. He chewed on his lip. He certainly liked the idea of having study sessions with all of them, but he felt worried. "I don't want to make trouble for all'a them Sir. I'm always making more work for people." He hated being a burden to the people he loved.

‘Maverick and Caleb already study together all the time. They’ve both helped me with some of my assignments. And I know for a fact Blaine wouldn’t see studying with you as being more work.’ He promised him confidently. ‘The thing is, sweetheart, we all have our struggles and we all need help sometimes. The really brave thing to do is just to ask for it.’ He explained, realising in the moment that he was quoting his Mama directly. ‘I know both my boys would love having some extra company, and I’ve no doubt they’ll have you staying for dinner with us too.’ He smiled warmly.

Sky's wet eyes looked up into Eric's. "I want to be brave." He wanted that more than nearly anything. He wanted to be brave and make his family proud. He chewed on his lip for a long while. "Will you help me ask 'em?" Perhaps that went against the bravery part, but he didn't really process that. He felt safe and forgiven as well as protected by the Dom in the midst of the scene and it felt natural as breathing to get the guidance and help. "I would super like that too." Now that Archer was spending more time with Sir Ryder and other Doms he spent more time alone than he ever had before. And spending time alone in Sky's world often led to him getting in more mischief.

‘Of course I will.’ He nodded. He could see a little shift in him, and he knew that Caleb would only be too happy to take Sky under his wing and support him. As would his sweet Mav who was always giving of himself. ‘I think Caleb’s going to be joining us later for a movie so we can ask him then.’ He suggested, giving him a tighter hug. ‘Now, if you don’t mind letting me up, I have some delicious snacks to fetch from the kitchen.’ He grinned. ‘I’ll let you pick the movie and we can just snuggle together like last time.’

Sky's brightened into a giant smile, a sense of hope filling him. He laughed a finally loosened what he realized was practically a death hug on the Dom. "Okay, Sir. I'll pick a good one we can all like a lot." After a long moment if trying to figure out that the remote there was pretty much the same as Sam and Blaine's. He browses around and finally saw one that seemed right. A Bug's Life had science bug stuff for Caleb, bravery and teamwork for Sir Eric, and those really funny roly poly bugs for him. "I found one Sir!" He hollered excitedly over his shoulder.

[glee-dsm-events2]

The pairings for the upcoming presentation are as follows. The theme for this presentation is “punishment”. The scene submitted MUST be a punishment scene.

When you are ready to show what you know and prove that you deserve to be here, perform your scene to be judged. Or simply turn in a video of your scene to the heads.

(OOC this means that you can post your scene whenever you are done with it and we will consider that your exam day)

The final presentation is a BDSM scene to show your skills from the classes you’ve participated in this past semester. The practice rooms are available and, as before, these presentations will be filmed and you will turn the tape into the Headmasters for grading. Turn the tapes in by March 31st to be graded.

OOC:

Ok, so this how we do the finals now, so for those of you who have been through one, it’s essentially the same thing. THE SIGN UP is for OOC only. IC - everyone does the final presentation. However, if you don’t have time or can’t or don’t want to do it - you personally do not have to sign up. We can just ‘fade to black’ that your character did the final, but just don’t go into detail about it. 

So this is like previous presentations where you do a scene with another person involving a punishment.

As always, any plot ideas regarding this midterm need to be approved by an admin prior to carrying out. Please send any questions to the main.

Please tag your post as gleedsmpresentation20

Scene must be 75% written out. Only very detailed head cannons for 25% are accepted. As in, if you write out most of the it and start to run out of time, you can write a detailed head cannon for the rest. No full head cannons are accepted.

[archer-clarington]

Earn It | Nate & Archer | 3/16/20

Tagging: @domitxnate​ & @archer-clarington​ Location: Nate’s suite Date: Monday, March 16th, 2020 Summary: Archer purposely earns himself a punishment or three from Nate so that they can do their exam guilt-free afterword. They get to know each other a bit, too.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Archer grumbled to himself on Monday afternoon as he took a look around the bathroom. It wasn't even all that dirty, but he still was not looking forward to cleaning the toilet. Couldn't one of Nate's actual subs do that shit? "Fucking bullshit," he muttered. The sound of a throat clearing behind him made his back go ramrod straight, and he turned around to see Nate standing right behind him.

He had heard the grumbling coming from the bathroom and honestly, had kind of expected it. Archer was doing okay over these couple of days, but nothing was going to change over night. He stood at the door, leaning against the door frame as he listened to Archer grumble and curse. He cleared his own throat, "that's 3 more," he said, tallying the other Archer had racked up over the short weekend."Sh-- ugar," Archer said, crossing his arms as he looked back at the other man. God, it was weird subbing for Ryder's brother, even if he could tell that they weren't the same person. "How many more would it be if I just refused to clean the toilet altogether, Sir?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the Dom.

Nate sighed softely, "It would be another punishment, but a different one from the swearing punishments since it's a different broken rule. What is your pause with cleaning the toilet?"

Archer shrugged. "It just... feels demeaning, I guess, Sir," he said, trying to make it seem like not a big deal. "Depending on the punishment, it might be worth it to just refuse, you know?"

"Does it feel demaning when others have to do it? I mean, in like restaurants and stuff? It has to get done and it's somethin' people appreciate," Nate pointed out, though he had no real thoughts this would changed anything. "Why do you do that? Why are punishments ever worth the wrong thing?"

"No, Sir," Archer replied simply. But it didn't matter to him when other people did it, as long as he didn't have to. He cleaned his own toilet sometimes, but he mostly made Sky take care of it. "Usually it's because I'm pissed at someone and I'd rather let them have it than avoid a punishment," he said with another shrug. Not to mention that it felt good to have control over a decision. "And right now it's because I want to get us a decent grade."

"And what does lettin' 'em have it do?" he asked sincerely. "Sure ya get your feelin's out, but does it really change anythin'?" Nate nodded, "We'll get a decent grade regardless. I guess I just don't understand why ya would want a punishment. Regardless of the reason ya give it, it's still a punishment which is meant to correct the behavior. Seems...pointless to me."

"Oh, it makes me feel a lot better, Sir," Archer said. "And hopefully makes them feel like shit--fuck. No, wait--" He reached a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he stopped himself from swearing yet again. He took a deep breath and dropped his hand. "That's two more, Sir, I know. I guess I just see it as more of a consequence of my actions than a correction."

Nate raised his brow as the cursing started again, but stayed quiet as he seemed to correct it himself. He nodded in agreement that it was two more, and then have a small shrug at the rest of it, "But then it'll just be a life on consequences without change."(edited)

Archer shook his head. "I know the rules, Sir," he said. "It's not about needing to change my behavior or anything. It's about being able to decide which is more important to me in the moment--breaking the rules and accepting the consequences or holding my tongue to make someone else happy."

Nate just stood there a moment, taking in what Archer was saying. "Are those always the only choices?"

Archer cocked his head to the side. “Well... yeah, Sir.” He shook his head a bit. “Unless you think there’s a third option?”

Nate shrugged, "I mean, I guess it would depend on the situation," he said simply, "I guess I would rather bite my tongue and not stir the pot, cos it'll blow over. But perhaps we're just different in that way." He looked over the bathroom, "So have ya made your decision?"

"Honestly, Sir, I think you don't understand because you've got the mark you're meant to have and you don't have to make these sorts of decisions," he said before glancing over at the toilet brush. He sighed. "Would you rather have the toilet clean or a reason to add an extra punishment for our grade?"

“Maybe I don’t,” he said simply, “and I don’t pretend that I do understand feelin’ mismarked. I’m just tryin to look at it logically. I think ya waste a lotta time the way y’all do things.” Nate sighed quietly again, “I’d rather have the bathroom cleaned like I had asked it to be.”

"We live in a world of logic, Sir. Actions have consequences. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. It's bullshit--yeah, I know that's another one, Sir--that every time I do something knowing it'll result in a punishment, that it reflects badly on Ryder, so I'm trying to be more conscious of that. Just because of this stupid s on my wrist." He held it up, still hidden by the cuff Beau had given him almost a year ago. He looked at Nate and nodded once. "Just give me like ten minutes then, Sir," he said. "Preferably without you nearby so I can grumble to myself the whole time without making your arm fall off later." He chuckled. "But maybe we could get to the actual punishment once I'm done?"

Nate nodded, “stupid or not, it’s there,” he said simply, “things don’t always work out the way we hope. But that becomes the new reality and we gotta work with in it.” After a short breath, “it’s nice to hear ya think so highly of Ryder though.” Nate nodded about ten minutes in agreement, giving a slight chuckle. “Alright ten minutes then. Come meet me in the living room when you’re done. Kneelin’,” he added before making his way to the living room to prepare it for the punishment.

"Thank you," Archer replied, giving a nod before waiting for Nate to leave so he could roll his eyes. Of course he'd fucking kneel for him. He didn't need to be reminded at every fucking turn that he was a fucking sub. "Fucking bullshit," he muttered to himself as he set to work getting the bathroom clean. It really wasn't in bad shape, but he still felt like a fucking servant. He did a relatively thorough job, though, leaving the room smelling like bleach. There wasn't any putting this off any longer, though, and he returned to the living room, kneeling in the center of the floor. "Ready whenever you've got the camera ready, Sir."

Nate was monkeying with the camera when Archer came back in and knelt for him, “Good. Thank ya,” he said, though Archers aversion to “good boy” was a little difficult. “It’s ready,” he said turning it on and moving back towards Archer. “Alright, for explanation, what were your rules over the last 48 hours?”

Archer took a deep breath before responding. "No private messages, no swearing, asking for permission before I do things, and doing one chore a day, Sir," he replied. He kept his back straight with his arms hanging loosely at his sides, and he looked up at Nate while he spoke.

“Good,” Nate agreed, “And how many private messages did you send durin’ our time?”

Archer reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. “Just one, Sir,” he said. “You can check if you want. It was when someone messaged me privately first and I responded before thinking.”

Nate took the phone and went through it quickly. “Very good. Not thinkin regardless, a rule has been broken. Now, how many times did you leave for an activity without askin first?”

Archer clenched his jaw. He hadn’t actually expected Nate to go through his phone, but he’d offered, so he really couldn’t complain. It wouldn’t make for a good exam, either. “Twice, Sir. I went for a run yesterday morning and got back before you were up. You know about this morning already, since you were up when I got back from my run.”

Nate nodded, unable to come up with anythin else, he moved on. “And ya managed all the chores given. So now the biggest one. I counted 16 cuss words over the last three days.”

Archer raised his eyebrows. “Only 16, Sir?” he asked, surprised. “Hot da—rn. That’s pretty freaking impressive, if I do say so myself.”

"I don't disagree," he said with a smile. "Alright, so for the swearin', you're gonna get 16 spankin's with my hand. For the private message, ya will kneel in the corner with soap in your mouth, and for leaving without permission ya will kneel on rice while ya write "I will always get permission" twenty times. Questions?"

“No, Sir,” Archer replied automatically before shaking his head quickly. “Actually, how long will I be in the corner? And is that the order it’s happening in?” He swallowed but continued to look up at Nate, radiating confidence despite his submission.

“With the soap? One infraction equals 5 minutes,” he explained, “with the rice it will be as long as it takes you to write the lines.” He took a breath and made his way to the couch, “spanks first, then soap, then rice. When you’re ready, strip down and bend over my lap.”

Archer nodded. “Yes, Sir.” He got up and undressed, folding his clothes loosely before setting them aside. He flexed in front of the camera and offered the lens a wink. He then turned toward Nate and took a deep breath. This position was a challenge for him, and this position with Ryder’s brother made it even worse. With a steadying nod, he stepped over and bent over the Dom’s legs.

Nate waited patiently as Archer undressed and got into position. He assumed it was difficult for the man who always struggled with clear submissive movements and postures. “Good,” he said simply as Archer laid over his lap, “count them out,” he explained starting firmly with each slap, alternating cheeks.

Of course he couldn’t get away with just being spanked over the knee on camera. No, he had to fucking count them, too. He gritted his teeth before the first hit, and he kept his jaw clenched as he started counting them out. “One, Sir... Two, Sir...” The smacks hurt but were manageable. Only, what? Fourteen more? He’d handled a lot fucking worse.

He made it to eight before pausing for a moment, “halfway,” he told him, rubbing the area carefully before giving the next eight. “Now tell me why this happened.”

Archer did his best to keep his voice level and his expression cocky while Nate spanked him. It was harder toward the end, but he thought he managed fairly well. “It’s because I couldn’t remember not to fu— uh, swear, Sir,” he said, only catching himself because he knew their exam grade would be affected if he didn’t at least try. “Sorry, Sir. I know it matters to you.”

He held his breath a moment as Archer caught himself with his words, releasing once he felt better. Whether it was for the grade or Ryder or the ever slightly possibility that Archer was actually coming to grips with his mark - the man was clearly trying. “Well done,” he said simply, rubbing the calming cream he’d brought out over the heated ass of the man on his lap. “Good job,” he said again, helping Archer up. He grabbed the non toxic bar soap that was made specifically for these types of occasions. They went over to the corner of the room and Archer knelt and Nate placed the soap in his mouth. “5 minutes,” he said, setting a timer and returning to the couch so that he was nearby but not solely focused on staring at Archer and making both of them uncomfortable.

Archer clenched his jaw while Nate rubbed lotion of some sort into his ass. He knew he'd appreciate it later, and he knew it would be good for their grades, so he kept quiet, just going through the motions as a good sub would do. He even got down onto his knees in the corner quietly, and he opened his mouth without protest to take the soap inside. It was fucking gross, and he was tempted to spit it out right away, but he stopped himself from making this worse. Instead, he breathed through his nose and did his best to ignore everything--Nate's presence behind him, the awful taste of the soap against his tongue, even the way he was starting to drool from holding his mouth slightly open. God, he hoped Ryder would be proud of him after this.

Once the timer went off, Nate pulled the soap from Archer's mouth, and handed him a cup of water to rinse with. "Good job," he said again. He poured a cup of rice in the corner and gave Archer the notebook. "Do ya remember what ya need to write 20 times?"

“Can I go to the bathroom to spit, Sir?” Archer asked as he took the cup of water. After getting permission, he did so. The taste of soap still lingered in his mouth as he returned, but he figured that was part of this whole thing. He knelt back down onto the rice and winced as the small grains began to dig into his skin. “Uh... honestly, Sir? Not exactly. Something about permission. Sorry, Sir.”

Nate nodded and Archer padded off, quickly returning and kneeling onto the rice. "Better you admit that then get it wrong," Nate commented. "Ya will write "I will always ask permission" twenty times."

Archer nodded. He was good about owning up to his mistakes, at least. “Yes, Sir,” he said, talk nag the pen and starting to make his list. After the first three lines, he shifted on the rice, trying to get more comfortable, but it somehow just made it worse. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He froze for a moment before sighing. “Sir?” he called out. “I’m not done yet, but you should add one more spank on at the end.”

Nate went to settle himself down, once again close without being too close and making it odd. He thought he heard some grumbling but didn't think much of it until Archer called to his attention. "Interestin'," he said softly, "I think I'll let it slide. Cos ya coulda lied 'bout it, but ya didn't. Ya owned up to your mistake and I gotta say, that's real impressive."

"Well, thank you, Sir," Archer said, shrugging lightly. He wasn't sure he agreed with the decision, but the point of this was to put his trust in Nate, so that's exactly what he was going to do. He went back to writing his lines, scribbling quickly to get it over with as soon as possible. "Aaaand... twenty," he said as he wrote out the last line. "All done, Sir!"

Nate looked over the lines, "Looks good. Go ahead and stand," he said, offering a hand if Archer wanted it and then lead him over to the couch to sit with the young man. "Alright, so we're all done here. Tell me where your head's at?"

Archer got gingerly to his feet and brushed the remaining rice from his knees where it had stuck in before he followed Nate over to the couch. He shifted a little to try to get his ass into a more comfortable position. At the question, he glanced over at the camera before shrugging. "I'm glad we're done, Sir. I hope I did well enough for you."

"Ya did great," Nate promised. Normally he would rub his hair or something comforting, but it didn't seem that would be Archer's cup of tea. "So what kinda things are your aftercare, Archer?"

“Thank you, Sir,” Archer said, swallowing hard. “Uh, could we turn the camera off before I answer, though? I’m not trying to get out of it. I’d just rather not have this recorded unless you consider the aftercare still part of the exam, Sir.”

"Oh!" Nate jumped up, having fully forgotten about the camera at all. "Nah, not in this case I don't think it is." He looked into the camera, "This part is not to be recorded, but after Archer tells me what it is, i'll make sure it happens," he said, ending the recording. "I mean, they should know we did it, but I dunno how important it is they know what it is. So, thoughts?"

Archer stayed silent while Nate took care of the camera, and he visibly relaxed once he saw the little red light blink off. “Thank you, Sir,” he said with genuine gratitude obvious in his tone. “I don’t... I mean. Usually I would just listen to music on my bed and block the whole world out after a punishment.” Shit, no. That was just after he misstepped with the Colonel. “Now, I mean... water’s good, Sir. And just... relaxing. Watching some Netflix. Whatever you need to feel better, too.”

"Sure thing," he said returning back to the couch, listening as Archer explained his normal ways of coping. "And that helps?" he asked, a little concerned that Archer could be at risk for dropping if this is how he deals with punishments. Nate nodded, getting up and grabbing some water and returning to Archer with it. "Yeah, that's cool. Ya ever seen Die Hard?" he asked, sitting back down. "Honestly, I'm not sure what will help. I'm not a big fan of this particular exam. But I appreciate ya bein' all into it like this. Findin' a way to make it work. I know I can be...difficult with the things I think."

Archer shrugged. He wouldn’t call what he went through after the Colonel’s belt helpful exactly. More like it was the only thing he could manage. He sipped at the glass of water a little, then held it down by his lap as he leaned back into the couch some. “Die Hard’s great if you want to put it on,” he said. “What do you mean, Sir? This whole thing seemed pretty reasonable to me.”

"I always wanna put it on," he said simply as he pulled it up. "Oh just...i'm sure Ryder told ya that my brain works a little...differently than most people. And soemtimes it's hard for me to wrap my brain around things. Like this exam in particular."

"Sweet," Archer said, relaxing a little further. "Let's forget what Ryder may or may not have said about you, Sir. You and I are the ones here right now. I know you weren't the only one who didn't want to punish someone just for funsies." He cleared his throat. "Uh, mind if I at least throw my jeans back on, Sir?"

When Archer all but admitted that Ryder was talking about him Nate couldn't stop the eyeroll - of course he did. "Yeah, I actually talked to a few people who thought the way I did bout all this, which honestly helped in a weird way." Nate nodded, "Yeah, course ya can. I mean, if you're one of those weird people who has to wear clothes," he chuckled.

Archer started to get up but sat back down again at the word weird. "Whatever," he said. "I'm not ashamed of my body." Though it was fucking weird to be naked with Ryder's brother, for no real reason at all now. "So tell me why you think you're difficult."

Nate raised his brow, "I was just kiddin' Archer," he said simply, "Just do whatever makes ya comfortable, man," he said, sitting himself in still only his shorts - he was not a clothes-wearer himself. "Cos I just need things to fit. I need 'em to make sense and when they don't - I don't understand 'em. Apparently, that's weird."

Archer set his water on the end table beside him and crossed his arms over his chest. There was no way he was going to get dressed now after that comment, even if he did feel a bit awkward. "I don't think it's weird at all to want things to make sense, Sir," he said. "I hope I gave you enough to work with."

"I appreciate that. Oh, ya gave me plenty. Ya did excellent, Archer. Honestly, it wasn't near as awkward as it coulda been."

"Well, I'm glad I could help, Sir," Archer said, grabbing his glass of water again as he relaxed back into the couch once more. "But tell me more about yourself. If Ryder and I are doing this thing, I should get to know his brother."

"Uh...I mean, I guess that depends on what ya wanna know. Most things, I'm pretty much an open book. I'm kinda a one trick pony - I like what I like and I don't really like to deviate from that."

"Just... tell me about yourself. I know you're a Dom and you've got two subs, and apparently you're an open book. But what makes you tick, Sir? What are you passionate about? What do you hope people remember about you?"

Good god he suddenly felt like he was on 60 minutes. "Swimmin' mostly," he answered, "That's the thing I'm most passionate about. Despite what other people may say and think, I have every intention of making the 2024 Olympic team. I mean, I was hopin' for 2020, but that doesn't seem like it's gonna work out quite yet."

"That's awesome, Sir," Archer said. He'd heard this song and dance before, and he'd have to ask Ryder if Nate was actually good enough to make it to the Olympics. "Good luck. Or break a leg, or whatever it is you tell athletes."

"Thanks," he said with a chuckle. "So your turn. I had to tell ya somethin' now ya gotta tell me somethin."

Archer snorted. “All right, I guess fair’s fair. I’m... pretty dang loyal, Sir. Honesty’s important to me. You don’t have anything to worry about when it comes to Ryder. He’s in good hands.”

Nate nodded, "I kinda got that after the whole Sebastian thing," he said with a slight dry chuckle in his throat. "Ultimately it's a good quality though."

“I’d certainly hope it’s a good quality, Sir,” Archer replied with a chuckle. “So, uh... movie, I guess?”

"It is," he promised, "And Ryder has been through enough bullshit. He needs someone who is actually gonna give a damn bout him, even when it's hard." Nate nodded, and pressed play.

“You don’t have to worry about that, Sir,” Archer said firmly. “I’m not going to pretend like I don’t have my own bullshit—hah, you can’t punish me for that one because you said it first—but I will always take care of him. Fucking always.”

Nate chuckled and then nodded, "I hope that remains the case. He's been through enough."

“Yeah, he has,” Archer said, looking pointedly at Nate for a few seconds. He knew the Sebastian thing was a lot more nuanced than it just being Nate’s fault, but he still had to get a little jab in.

Nate only sighed, not looking to really get into things with anyone over that and instead just stared a head at the screen, mouthing along with the lines.

When Nate didn’t respond, Archer sighed. “Sorry, Sir. That was kind of a dick move on my part.” He grinned, though, watching how Nate knew every word. “You weren’t kidding about liking this movie.”

"It's whatever," he said, mostly truthful. "It's my favorite. I've seen it probably 20,000 times."

“No kidding!” Archer said, letting out a genuine chuckle. “I think you’ve got me beat there.”

Nate chuckled and shrugged, "I told ya - i like what I like."

Archer cocked an eyebrow at him. “Please tell me you’ve seen other movies, Sir.”

" I mean....yeah I've seen others, usually by force or lack of option though."

“Did you... enjoy any of them, Sir?”

"I mean, I guess I did. None that really stood out though. Silas has made me watch The Princess Bride more than once. That one's not bad."

“Oh, Princess Bride’s hilarious! You’ve got a good sub on your hands, Sir. Listen to his recommendations.”

Nate chuckled quietly to himself, "Well, I do, but Im not sure it's just cos of his movie recommendations."

“Yeah, he’s kind of a slut, too, isn’t he?” Archer grinned. “But he’s good to talk to, too.”

"That he is," Nate agreed, "Plus he's real smart and strong and one of the most selfless people I've ever known. Yeah, he is, he's real creative - always has new ideas and ways to change things for the better."

Archer nodded, thinking about how many times he'd reached out to Silas to talk about his family issues and how helpful he'd been every time. "You're good for each other, Sir. I'm glad you found each other."

"Thank ya, I appreciate that."

Archer grew quiet and focused his attention on the movie. The lingering pain in his ass distracted him from being able to give the TV his full attention, but he still enjoyed it. Not as much as Nate did, but he was kind of fun to watch, too.