#i still want it shorter but i really need to enforce some self discipline

[a-s-levynn]

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[rainydayhogwartsimagines]

If you were a Durmstrang Student (Draco x reader)

Warnings: Bodily harm, physical fighting, fluff, panic attacks, alluding to... Ahem... Doing the do

Notes: I'm not saying Durmstrang is like this all of the time. It's just an idea that came to mind. And also the fact that in the books that headmaster made me UNCOMFORTABLE.

So you spent your first year of school in Durmstrang

As an American

You obviously didn't do well considering: A) Language barrier and B) everyone was so serious all of the time

You took on a serious demeanor and the first time your parents saw the school they kind of realized you hated it.

You learned discipline from them but jesus, at what cost?

Finally your parents decided to find a better fit after moving elsewhere.

You basically did walkthroughs of different schools

And you saw Hogwarts and thought: "Damn. I wanna go here."

You running into a blonde boy who couldn't take his eyes off of you.

Apologizing for it and him noticing the uniform.

"Sorry, are you from Durmstrang?" He asked.

"Yes I am." You nodded.

You being able to sit in the great hall while your parents work out the kinks.

Draco telling you to sit with Slytherin

You telling the Slytherins about your time at Durmstrang

"Do you like it?" A student asked.

"Not really. Everyone is so... Emotionless. It's more of a military academy than a wizarding school." You muttered.

Draco noticed the look on your face.

You weren't exactly happy with it and he could tell that you were being honest

"Surely there's something you look forward to while you're there?" A student asked.

You pondered and then laughed.

"Does sparring count?" You asked.

Them not getting it.

"Sparring. Like fighting with rules?" You asked.

"Sorry you guys... Duel?" Someone else asked.

"No. Sparring. Like physical fighting not magic. We're trained with magic and physical strength it's why we're good at quidditch." You explained.

A few students went "Oooh" as a response

You were a bit of an odd ball to Draco but something told him you were definitely a Slytherin.

Well he was right.

After the great hall Dumbledore ultimately decided to allow you to transfer and took you back to the office for a sorting.

The hat pondered between houses and decided slytherin was the best for you.

The next school year Draco saw you in Diagon Alley but couldn't tell if he was hallucinating or actually seeing you.

Then he saw you on the train and gaped.

"You're... Here? And in Slytherin?!" He asked noticing the robes.

You laughed. "Yes, I was in the middle of the transfer process when you met me." You said.

He of course stuck with you, him finding out more personal things

Your birthday, your favorite things, more stories about Durmstrang

He was really excited to learn more about you.

You really enjoyed spending time with this boy

And as he listened to you he started to become really grateful that his parents decided against Durmstrang

Yes, they may have been prestigious. But considering he could tell something happened there that seemed to bother you, Draco was glad he never went.

Occasionally Draco would notice certain things here and there

Like a scar on your hand that went to your wrist

The scar on your neck that you tried to hide

Why were there so many scars?

There was a reason indeed for those.

And that was that damn headmaster

For the less obedient students, physical punishment was not off limits

Your parents were unaware of that until after you transferred

You usually stood up for the little guys and often got in trouble for it

You hated him. You hated that headmaster more than you could say.

Whenever you were asked about your scars you'd go quiet and appear to just be seething.

Draco couldn't tell why you'd get so upset over them but he never asked

Because of your need to stand up for the little guy however, you did snap at Draco for mocking Longbottom

He didn't understand why you cared but you clearly did

Harry noticed it and so did Ron

Both of them started talking to you, which naturally pissed off Draco

And some insults were thrown and you showed little to no reaction

You may have been a little shorter than the boys at the school but when you go to a school where physical altercations were a regular thing, verbal insults don't bother you as much.

You did however hate hearing them from Draco. That upset you.

He could tell he went too far and later apologized around Christmas

You accepted the apology and his attitude slowly began to change from stuck up to more sarcastic than anything.

His parents were pleased to know his new friend was a Slytherin and from Durmstrang.

Your parents worked for the ministry (thus why you moved multiple times) and you ended up meeting them at a dinner over the summer

"Did you enjoy your time at Durmstrang?" Narcissa asked.

Your eyes almost seemed to glaze over, all of the adults took notice and immediately knew something was off

"....Yes. I did." You said in almost a trance

Draco rose a brow noticing you'd never answered like that before

And then he realized: the times he'd heard you answer were to students. You never answered the adults when asking that.

It was most likely an enforced reaction for you.

"...How was it really?" Lucius asked.

"...I need to be excused." You said leaving abruptly.

Your mother sighed and shook her head. "She hasn't been the same since her time there..." Your mother admitted.

"It's like they still are controlling her, even when she's not there." Your father sighed.

Both of Draco's parents were now glad they never enrolled Draco there.

"Can I go look for Y/n? She looked upset." Draco asked.

Both of your parents nodded and he found you rather quickly.

You were in the library, sitting by a small fire in the fireplace.

You looked like you were crying.

"Y/n?" Draco asked.

You wiped your eyes. "Hi Draco." You said.

"You don't have to pretend, it's just me." He assured.

You sighed. "Why does everyone always want to know about that damn school?" You muttered.

"Probably because most people stay there when they're enrolled." He shrugged.

You shook your head. "It's not fair that I lost a year of my time to them." You muttered.

He kneeled next to your seat. "Then we'll have more fun to make up for that year." Draco assured.

You smiled at him and he smiled at you

It was the first time your heart really skipped a beat with him and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

The next time you saw Draco his hair wasn't slacked anymore and he was taller

He noticed you were a lot more prettier than usual too

The two of you never left each other's side unless you had to

You ended up having fun with him that year

You were the one to stop Buckbeak from injuring Draco that year

You stood there between the two, making sure that the creature wouldn't harm him.

"Rest easy there little guy... He's all bark and no bite don't worry." You said to Buckbeak, bowing to him.

Buckbeak bowed to you and you smiled.

Draco found you very attractive when that happened too, your smile usually made him notice you more.

Hogsmeade being really fun.

Ron and Hermione both laughing as you had a snowball fight with them.

Draco reading in the corner trying to avoid talking to them

Him feeling the snow hit his arm.

"Did you just... Throw snow at me?" He asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh lighten up Draco--"

And then a snowball hurdled towards her and you were laughing.

Having a moment where you both tripped midsnowball fight and fell onto each other.

You being a blushing mess and him helping you up.

You screaming after Harry just popped up next to you.

Poor bastard forgot that you went to the wizarding equivalent to a military academy so you kind of....

Drop kicked him.

"Oh my God Harry I am so sorry!" You said helping him up.

"Christ Potter! Where'd you come from!?" Draco said surprised.

"Can you stand, oh God tell me you can stand!?" You said panicked.

He assured you he was fine.

And then asked you to show him how to do that.

So it turned to you teaching the group self defense

No surprise, your best class was "Defense against the dark arts"

Draco loved seeing you passionate about it too

His parents sending you a Christmas gift

Which was a cane! That doubled as a blade

You and Draco were the only two that knew that and it was going to stay that way

Lucius' mind set when he bought it was "Watch that headmaster try to touch her now. Bastard."

No one really understood how terrifying you found that headmaster until the boggart lesson

No surprise: it was him

Everyone was confused and Remus saw the pure terror on your face

You were so scared and it was obvious from the shaking

Remus handled it and talked to you after class

He knew something was up and hated to see you anxious

You would stay in his classroom when the younger students would bombard you with questions

Draco would sit with you two

Days where you both sat in there, him sitting in a seat and using another as a footrest while you sat next to him smiling and laughing.

Oh Remus knew you liked him

You noticed Hermione showing at random times

You were confused until the day that you and the group found out that Lucius somehow caught wind of the fact that Buckbeak almost hurt you and Draco.

You guys went on a rescue mission

Draco was with you guys because if it was important to you then damn it, it was important to him

So the plan didn't exactly... Go to plan

Finding out your favorite teacher was a werewolf wasn't in the plan

Neither was finding out that that same teacher was basically housing a convict.

Or discovering Harry's parents were killed by Ron's pet rat

You almost killing Peter with your Christmas gift but being caught off guard by the fact that REMUS WAS A WEREWOLF

All of you swearing not to tell another soul about anything.

The group becoming closer to Draco.

Draco's family actually offered to have you over for the summer and you accepted

Lucius noticing Draco's smile when you were present

You enjoying Narcissa's company.

You were a little oblivious to them being supporters of the dark Lord but that mainly came from the fact that weird behavior wasn't unusual in Durmstrang

Going to the World Quidditch game and basically freezing up because the Durmstrang headmaster was near you.

You having to relocate with Draco because you were on the verge of a panic attack

"H-He's here Draco-- I-I can't" you hyperventilated.

Arthur Weasley finding you. "Oh dear... You poor thing, why don't you come with us to the tent, we'll make tea?" He offered.

You accepted and Harry swore he'd punch the shit out of the headmaster if he came near you.

You all laughed but then you heard screaming.

You basically defending them, again with your Christmas present from Lucius

Coming face to face with a death eater and having a blade put to your neck

Draco sneaking up behind them and knocking them out before bolting.

Somehow you were calm for that.

Truth be told: that wasn't uncommon at Durmstrang either.

The school year starting off with you finding out that Durmstrang would be with you

You naturally freaked the hell out

Especially when they introduced the schools and the headmaster noticed you.

You were shaking the entire time

Then there was one student who you saw that seemed to calm you

Viktor Krum

He took his seat with you and almost seemed to be like a big brother

Course Draco was so jealous he couldn't see that

You seemed a little less anxious when Krum was present and that mainly came from the fact that when you were in trouble at Durmstrang, Krum would step in.

You being excited for Viktor when he was selected

Then said excitement disappearing when Harry's name popped out.

You asking if there was anyway to take his place, practically begging.

You couldn't. But you were allowed to help him if he asked for it.

Then the first trial came up.

And the only thing you heard was "Y/N, HELP!"

You immediately ran down there and fought a fucking dragon.

Harry narrowly escaping with the egg and you.

You coming back to the stands and Draco being so relieved that he kissed you

In front of everyone.

Krum smiling like an idiot because his little sister was in love.

Then it became you and Draco doing things together all of the time

Days where you sat in the astronomy tower, looking out at the school and enjoyed each other's company.

Draco holding you in his arms while reading in the common room.

Nose kisses. He loved it when you kissed his nose

Asking you to the Yule ball

You saying yes because DUH.

You ending up being apart of Viktor's Trial

Draco being confused on where you were until someone mentioned that a faculty member asked you to be a part of this.

Draco's heart dropping

Viktor coming out of the water with you.

Your first words were "Whoever decided this would be fun right before winter can actually bite me!"

Fleur coming up empty handed and you knowing there was a child down there

You dropping everything and charging towards the water

The Durmstrang headmaster stopping you and saying "This isn't your challenge girl."

You pulling back your arm with this look that could kill

You growling out "I don't care." Before jumping back in.

Draco almost passing out because he thought he was going to lose you.

Viktor assuring him that you could do this.

You coming back up with Gabrielle

Draco wrapping you in his coat and holding your hands while breathing on them to keep you warm.

Him walking you back to the common room while everyone else was celebrating

Maybe he helped you change

Him seeing the full extent of why you truly feared the headmaster.

Scars were basically all over your back

He didn't care about them being there, he cared about why they were there.

You didn't actually do anything.

I mean yes: he did see you shirtless

But other than that he turned his back.

He wouldn't stop glaring at that headmaster whenever he was close by.

Actually, most of Slytherin seemed to be pissed.

Because when one of their own was hurt, that's when you should expect DEATH.

The Yule ball coming up and Narcissa being made aware of the fact that you were Draco's date.

Her sending you a dress

Viktor walking you down the stairs to Draco and then waiting for Hermione

Draco thinking "She is so out of my league"

You and him dancing together with smiles and laughter

Him kissing you before going to his dormitory

Both of you thinking about each other the whole night until you both went to the common room and fell asleep on the couch

No one daring to separate you two

Watching the final challenge and seeing Harry come back

Cedric being on the ground and Harry in a shocked state

You sprinting down there to make sure he was okay

"H-He wanted me to bring him back.... His parents"

You just hugged your friend until Mad eye came over

You knowing damn well that this was just the beginning of something massive

You preparing yourself over the summer by physical training.

The Malfoy's acting even weirder than last time

You learning that they were supporters of the dark lord

Them wanting to genuinely keep you safe

You agreeing to join up when the time came

Then you turning into a double agent

Both you and Draco did actually

Your shocked faces when Snape was in the Manor

Umbridge really liking you for some reason

You secretly helping Fred and George

You finding out that Umbridge was hurting students and you stepping in

Then when she threatened you-- Draco stepping in with some more serious threats.

When she was dragged off by centaurs you all celebrated

Maybe Draco and you celebrate in your own way

Maybe you two had some... Fun

Him waking up next to you and thinking he was the luckiest guy in the world

You and him becoming inseparable

You finding out about the battle at the ministry

You and Draco sneaking off to the Burrow and finding Harry so emotionally drained.

You hugging Harry as he just cried for hours

Draco knowing damn well this was going to get ugly very soon

Him knowing there was a plan in the works with the dark lord

He just didn't know that the plan would involve Voldemort staying in the Manor

Pt 2 coming next

[icyharrington]

Discipline (Michael Langdon X Reader)

just a nasty, self-indulgent PWP one shot i wrote just to take a lil break from is it wrong! this is based off some conversations between @xtheinevitableprophecyx​ and i. just a few things to note: 1) this is an au, in which hawthorne era michael is a priest-in-training working at a catholic school. 2) y/n is over 18 in this story. and 3) i’m aware that catholic schools don’t spank bitches w rulers anymore, but for the sake of the smut we’re gonna pretend that they do. lmfao

also, this is definitely not the best thing i’ve ever written, but this was mostly just for fun! hopefully y’all still like it tho :’) 

plot: you’ve violated dress code one too many times, and now you’re really in for it. 

warnings: catholic school au, priest in training!michael, fem!reader, inappropriate relationships, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, spanking (both traditional and non traditional..) w/ objects, boot riding, face slapping, hair pulling, cunnilingus, orgasm denial

word count: 4k 

tagging some people who might be interested: @wroteclassicaly, @lvngdvns, @langdonsrapture, @avesatanormalpeoplescareme, @bbyduncan, @alicecooper19, @satansapostle, @michael-langdon-appreciation, @ccodyfern, @starwlkers, @divinelangdon, @americanhorrorstudies, @sloppy-little-witch-bitch26, @langdonsinferno, @sodanova, @maso-xchrist, @trelaney, @langdonalien, @langdonsdemon, @cocosfern, @sojournmichael, @sassylangdon

“Ms. (y/l/n).”

The man behind the desk waved you into the office, making a show of checking his watch before pulling his lips into a thin, cold smile.

“You’re two minutes late.” He reclined back in his chair, looking comfortable as he laced his fingers over his stomach, eyes following your every move as you ventured further into the room.

“Sorry, sir,” you mumbled, turning to shut the door behind you.

The man in question was Mr. Langdon- the young, handsome priest-in-training who’d just recently acquired a job at your Catholic high school. You’d listened to your friends swoon over him ever since your first day of senior year, remarking on just how goddamn unfair it was that a man so beautiful would soon enough be of the cloth.

Mr. Langdon really was beautiful. He couldn’t have been much older than twenty-five, with clear porcelain skin and bright, hooded blue eyes. He always styled his wavy, slightly overgrown blond hair with the smallest touch of hair gel, keeping him looking polished and well-kept. You hadn’t been one of the ones who’d been blessed enough to have him as your teacher, but now, as luck would have it, you’d wound up in his presence anyway.

“Has the importance of punctuality not been instilled in you enough, Ms. (y/l/n)?” His voice was even and low, and you found yourself squirming at the sound of it.

“No, sir, I- uh. I was just held up in my last class.”

He raised his eyebrows but did not persist further, gesturing for you to come closer to him. “Put your bag down by the door.”

You did as you were told, skin prickling at the feeling of his eyes boring into your back; when you turned to face him again, there was the faintest hint of a smirk painting his features. You swallowed audibly.

“So, Ms. (y/l/n). Tell me why you’re here.”

“Well, um. Because the headmaster told me to come here, sir.”

The full truth, which you did not exactly want to say aloud, was that it’d been your third time getting caught violating dress code, which at your school meant discipline. And discipline, as you’d been told by a number of your friends, was something to be avoided at all costs. On these occasions, if the headmaster himself was too busy to provide you with discipline, he’d send the offending student off to a nun or priest (or, in this case, priest-in-training) who was available.

Knowing your luck, you weren’t exactly surprised that Mr. Langdon had been the staff member you’d been sent to.

Mr. Langdon cocked his head at you, sinking further back in his seat. “I know that already. I want to know what it is that you did to warrant being sent here.”

You averted your eyes down to your palms, already slick with perspiration. “This was my third time breaking dress code.”

“You will look at me when you are speaking, Ms. (y/l/n),” he said sternly, and your face bloomed with color as you shifted your gaze back to his pale eyes. You hadn’t expected for him to be this…authoritative, especially considering that he was new to the school. “Now, tell me. In what ways did you violate the dress code?”

You fidgeted, trying your hardest not to look away for fear that he’d chastise you again. “I just had my shirt unbuttoned a little bit lower than we’re supposed to, and I rolled up my skirt so that it was a little shorter, sir. It really wasn’t a big deal.”

He chuckled dryly, crossing his legs as he allowed his eyes to travel up and down your body. “Oh? So you don’t think that maintaining one’s modesty is a big deal, then?”

“No, I-“ you paused to gather your thoughts, feeling all at once very flustered. “I just don’t think all this is necessary. I learned my lesson when the headmaster spoke to me.”

He leaned forward in his seat, a predatory expression crossing his face as he surveyed your obvious apprehension. “Oh, quite the contrary, Ms. (y/l/n). I’ve dealt with plenty of girls like you in my day, and I’ve always found that physical…enforcement, shall we say, proves to be the most effective form of discipline.”

Your stomach sank. Physical enforcement? Of course you’d heard of the ways that some of the nuns would punish disobedient students, but the thought of being bent over and spanked like some kind of petulant child (by a man as poised and attractive as Mr. Langdon, no less) made you want to shrivel up and die of shame.

“Uh… girls like me, sir?”

“Yes, Ms. (y/l/n), girls like you. Disobedient little brats with far too much self-importance, who show off their bodies so they can momentarily satiate their desperate thirst for attention.” He ran his tongue over his teeth, clearly enjoying the way that tears of humiliation had begun to well up in your eyes. What the hell kind of a priest spoke this way to people? “Does it make you feel special when the boys look at you? When they fantasize about what’s between your legs as you saunter past them in your rolled up skirts and ripped stockings?”

You stared wide-eyed at the blond-haired man, dumbfounded by the brashness of his words; you blinked, and then a single tear was making its way down your hot cheek. He grinned, not a shred of sympathy to be found behind his cool demeanor.

“How many of them have you let touch you?” He was rising to his feet now, and no longer were you looking down at him from where you stood. Instead, he towered over you, a nasty sneer stretching across his face as he worked to close the gap between you. “How many of them have you let inside you, all because they called you pretty, made you hate yourself a little less?”

You were unable to let out more than a pathetic whimper as he reached out to wipe away your tears with the sleeve of his black dress shirt. This was wrong, this was bizarre, this was uncalled for- and yet you felt something like arousal coming up from between your thighs.

He came closer to you, so close that his face was only a few inches away from yours, cinnamon-scented breath adding to the already-present heat of your skin. “Go bend over the desk.”

Looking up at him with round, wet eyes, you nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He watched as you made your way over to his desk, gingerly bending over the dark, polished wood until your breasts were pressed flat against it. Squeezing your eyes shut, you listened to his shoes make contact with the tiled flooring, circling around so he was behind you.

“The first thing I need you to understand, Ms. (y/l/n), is that when you are in my office, and I ask you a question-“ he yanked up your skirt, your ass immediately overtaken with goosebumps as it was exposed to the air, “you answer it.”

He tugged at the thin scrap of black lace that was your underwear, pulling it up so that it pinched at your throbbing cunt, and you yelped in surprise. You were fairly certain this was not part of standard disciplinary procedures, but you weren’t about to question him. “So when I asked you how many boys you’ve let inside this cunt of yours, your pitiful sniveling was not a sufficient answer.”

Your breathing was growing ragged, fingernails curling into your palms at either side of your head. He reached past you, sliding open one of the drawers on the opposite side of his desk before retrieving something from inside. He set it down next to you, and you opened one eye to find that it was a simple wooden ruler he’d taken out.

Oh, dear lord.

He returned his hand to your panties, hiking up the fabric so you could feel it digging into your pulsing clit. “Go on. Tell me how many cocks have stretched out this tight, wet little cunt.”

Oh.

You bit your lip, instantly aroused by the way his velvet-smooth voice had formed such vulgar words.  

He pulled up your panties again, this time so forcefully that you cried out, your lower body wriggling when he dropped one hand down between your legs to idly play with the outer lips of your pussy. “I don’t like to be kept waiting, Ms. (y/l/n).”

“O-only one, sir,” you choked out.

He tsked softly, and in quick, sudden, fashion, his hand made sharp contact with your cunt. It was the sound that resulted from this, loud and hollow and wet, rather than the initial pain, that made you wince.

“I don’t take kindly to being lied to, little girl,” he said through grit teeth, twisting the top of your thong with his fingertips. “You walk around wearing panties like this underneath your skirt, soaking them through at the slightest touch from a man, and you expect me to believe that only one boy has had the pleasure of fucking you?”

He said this mockingly, and you could practically hear the self-satisfied smile that was no doubt crossing his lips.

“F-four. It was four, sir.”

He trailed his fingers up and down your inner thighs, a thoughtful hum passing his lips. Then he brought his hand up to graze your asshole, all but exposed with the way he’d hiked up your underwear.  “And what about here, hm? Have you let anyone fuck you here?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you whispered, hoarse and weak. You pressed your burning cheek against the cold surface of the desk, only now realizing that it’d been spotted with your tears.

“And I’m sure I don’t even have to ask about that pretty mouth.” He laughed cruelly, finally letting go of your underwear and allowing you to breath a sigh of relief; you knew better than to relax fully, though, your body tensing all over again when he picked up the ruler he’d laid next to you.

“You know, there’s a word in the bible for girls like you.” He dragged the flat side of the ruler over your ass, pace teasingly slow.

You had the feeling that he was trying to bait you, and so you complied. “W-what is it, Mr. Langdon?”

He leaned forward, and as he took a fistful of your hair to guide your head back towards him, you felt something hard protruding through the stiff fabric of his dress slacks. “Whore.”

You shuddered, a chill traveling down your spine as he released your hair and returned to his original stance behind you. Placing the ruler vertically along your ass, he began rubbing small circles over the tender expanse of skin with the wood.

“Count,” he said flatly. He drew the ruler back before promptly bringing it back down full force, and, without thinking, you squealed.

“O-one,” you breathed. The stinging sensation lingered for a moment, intensifying the arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach, and you braced yourself for the second strike.

He hit you again, harder this time, bringing the palm of his free hand to your lower back to keep you still.

Voice cracking, you spoke again- “two.”

He struck you a third time, and then a fourth, your breath catching in your throat as you struggled to keep up with his rapid pace. The pain of the ruler on your skin wasn’t too unbearable, but it stung, and you were sure that your ass would be covered in red stripes by the time he was finished with you.

Smack.

“Do you realize that your cunt is dripping from this?” he asked, once you’d let out a raspy ‘five’. “Your thighs are slick with your own disgusting arousal. You should be ashamed.”

Somehow, the degrading nature of his words only aroused you further; you were practically dizzy with want.

Smack.

“S-six.”

He prodded your cunt apart, pressing ruthlessly against your clit and snickering when you moaned under his careless touch. “I should’ve known this punishment wouldn’t work with a whore like you. What you need, I think, is to be shown just how pathetic you really are.”

He stepped back, tracing his fingers over what you assumed were the marks that had formed during your beating. “Get on your knees.”

Swiftly, you followed his orders, slipping off the desk and sinking down until you were kneeling before Mr. Langdon; he leered at you coldly, appearing even more intimidating than usual from this new angle, his chiseled face heavily shrouded in shadows. You eyed his bulge, which was, at this point, impossible to ignore, your mouth watering as you wondered what his cock might taste like.

When he noticed you looking, he scoffed. “I hope you aren’t under the impression that I’m going to let you suck my cock.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and slight disappointment. If you weren’t on your knees to suck him off, then why were you on your knees?

Folding his hands neatly behind his back, Mr. Langdon raised up one well-polished black shoe to ease apart your legs, wedging the smooth leather just below your aching core. What exactly was he getting at here?

“Since you are clearly in desperate need of having your cunt touched, I’m going to make sure you get exactly that.” He nudged your pussy with the top of his shoe, earning a strangled gasp from the back of your throat. “You are going to ride my shoe until I tell you to stop. Am I understood?”

You felt yourself flush at the obscenity of his command; was he really going to make you do this? From the way he frowned at you, eyebrows poised expectantly, you were pretty sure that he was dead serious.

He pushed his foot up into your cunt again, jarring you. “I said, am I understood?”

“Y-yes, sir.” You rocked your hips forward cautiously, rubbing your clothed center up and down his shoe, eyelids fluttering shut as pleasure slowly began to overtake you. You let out a barely audible whine as you ground yourself down, feeling the leather make friction with the soaked fabric covering your clit.

You cursed lowly when Mr. Langdon again delivered a firm shove to your pussy; at this, one large, veined hand flew to your face and slapped your blushing cheek. “Language, Ms. (y/l/n).”

“Sorry, sir.” Your mouth suddenly fell open as he angled his foot to apply more pressure to your clit, a cocky grin ghosting his features.

“You know, you could have refused me,” he said, caressing your jaw with his thumb, “but you just couldn’t resist being touched, could you?”

You said nothing, and he kicked up into your pussy again, just hard enough that it hurt.

“Could you?” he repeated.

You bowed your head, rutting your hips faster. “No, sir.”

“Are you aware of how pathetic you are, little girl? Dropping to your knees without hesitation at the request of an older man you hardly know?”

Your tongue darted to the corner of your mouth, knitting your brows as you neared your release, your face prickling with embarrassment. He kicked you again, licking his lips at the way you sobbed, the jolt of pain only adding to the immense, rapturous pleasure that was building up in your belly.

“I said-“

“-Yes, yes, I know I’m pathetic! Just- please.” You slowed for a moment, stopping to catch your breath, and he urged you on with yet another merciless thrust to your heat.

“Keep going.”

You sped up, moaning loudly, and then it was too much, your eyes rolling back as your wet cunt made use of the expensive leather shoe beneath it.

“-oh fuck-“ you sighed, and then came Mr. Langdon’s expected kick between your legs, most of his directed aggression falling upon your swollen clit.

Your body spasmed, and before you knew what was happening, you came, spots of white and red and gray obscuring your vision. Only once you’d recovered from the mind-numbing orgasm, and you saw the unmistakable anger flashing behind Mr. Langdon’s hooded eyes, did it dawn on you that you’d sorely fucked up.

You gulped.

“Did you just cum?” he asked, voice deceptively calm and even.

“N-no…” you lied, digging yourself into an even deeper hole, fingernails worsening the runs in your stockings.

He pulled his foot out from between your legs, rolling his ankle as he examined the glistening slick that now coated his shoe. “You just came.”

“I’m so sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to, I swear-“

“-You stupid, useless little slut.” He grabbed you by your hair, administering a painful tug that was strong enough to bring you to your feet. He pushed you back until the desk was cutting into your ass, manhandling you until you were propped up on the edge. Up until now, he’d been entirely composed and collected when dealing with you; this was the first time you saw real rage entwining with his angelic features, and you had to admit, it frightened you.

He pulled your skirt up crudely to your waist before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and removing them in one fluid motion.

Without a word, he returned to his desk drawer, rifling around inside until he found whatever he was looking for- you didn’t dare move a muscle as you waited for him to come back.

“I didn’t want to have to use this on you, seeing that this was only your first time being disciplined,” he said, bringing a slender wooden paddle into view and leveling it in his hands. “But it appears that you’ve left me no choice.”

He strode over to you, wrenching your legs apart so that your flushed cunt was on full display for him. “Put your hands on your thighs. Oh, and I’d strongly advise for you to stay still and keep your legs spread, unless you want to make things worse for yourself.”

You bobbed your head up and down frantically, stomach muscles clenching as you prepared for what was about to happen. You could deal with a beating on your ass, but on your pussy?

Although the idea excited you, you were still somewhat reluctant; at this point, though, what choice did you have? You put your hands down where he’d instructed, sucking your lips into your mouth as you waited with bated breath for your punishment to commence. You already knew this wasn’t going to be pleasant.

He used the paddle to spread around your wetness, tapping the corner against your clit so that you flinched. “This first one is for breaking school dress code.”

He slammed the paddle against your clit so hard that you were only able to part your lips in a silent scream; this was far more painful than when he’d spanked you with the ruler, and silently you cursed your body for betraying you like it had.

“This one is for being late.” He brought the paddle down with a loud slap and you hissed in pain, trying your best to keep your breathing steady.

“This one is for lying about how many boys have fucked you,” he continued, following his words with another harsh strike to your defenseless clit.

“This is for cumming without my permission.” This hit to your core was a particularly agonizing one; it was taking everything inside you not to close your legs, but you knew he’d only make you suffer more if you were to disobey him again.

“And this one, Ms. (y/l/n), is for lying about it.”

He slapped your pussy with the paddle one final time, your lower lip trembling as you attempted to stabilize yourself. Your cunt was on fire from both sheer ecstasy (why the hell had this turned you on?) and discomfort, and upon looking down, you could see that it was bright red and enflamed from the abuse it had endured.

“Poor thing,” he cooed, stroking your inner thighs with a feigned tenderness. He gave you a taunting pout as he put down the paddle, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Do you want me to kiss it better?”

His tone was so condescending, so syrupy sweet, that it almost sounded as though he were speaking to a baby. Still, you nodded, parting your thighs even further when he lowered himself onto his knees between them.

He peered up at you from beneath a veil of thick lashes, placing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on your inner thigh. You shuddered, feeling his warm tongue drag its way up your leg and to your labia, a broken cry escaping your throat when he sucked one of your lips into his mouth.

The sensation of his tongue gently gliding up your abused slit was soothing, your head lolling back as he massaged your cunt with his soft tongue. You were stricken with the urge to take a handful of his golden hair and pull him closer to you, but decided against it- it would only anger him if you behaved impatiently.

His mouth found its way to your overstimulated clit, and your lower body jerked forward the instant he enclosed his plump lips around the bud. He reached up to hold your thighs down, calloused fingertips pressing into your padded flesh as he alternated between sucking and lapping at your bundle of nerves, making your whole body shake with your impending climax.

You grunted, inadvertently bucking your hips towards his mouth, and, chuckling softly, he pulled back.

“You’ll ask permission to cum this time,” he said, silky hair tickling your inner thighs. He’d let up from his emotionless facade for a moment, heavy-lidded eyes dilated to the point where they looked almost black.

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

He wrapped his lips around your clit, pulling it into his mouth and pressing his tongue flat against it, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You writhed awkwardly on the desk, leaning back onto your palms as your tongue darted out to moisten your dry lips; the coil in your stomach was already starting to unwind, and you knew it would only be a matter of minutes before you were cumming again.

“Oh god,” you panted, and you swore you felt him smile against you. “I’m- sir, can I please-“

“-May I please,” he corrected, reattaching his lips to your bud as soon as the words left his mouth.

“May I please cum, sir?” You were hardly able to form a sentence, teetering so close to the edge, but you couldn’t disappoint Mr. Langdon again.

“Hm,” he murmured, locking eyes with you as he guided your clit into his mouth one final time, swirling his tongue over it in leisurely, drawn-out motions. Then, without warning, he released your clit from his mouth with a pop, a wicked grin creeping across his lips.

“No.”  

“W-what?” you stuttered, taken aback. Was he really going to leave you high and dry like this? Was he that sadistic and evil?

He stood up, dusting off his pants where he’d been kneeling. “I said no. You certainly don’t deserve it after the number of times you blatantly disobeyed me today. Now clean yourself up and get out. I have work to do.”

You merely gaped at him, eyes big and glassy as tears of frustration threatened to escape them. His lips were glossy from a mixture of saliva and your juices, curved upwards at the corners as he regarded your desperate state.

Pushing off the desk, you adjusted your skirt so that it sufficiently covered everything, bowing your head as you did. You were disappointed, but this had been a punishment, so you shouldn’t have expected any kind of reward anyway.

Still, though, you couldn’t help but feel duped.

Mr. Langdon sat down at his desk, looking just as pristine as he had when you’d first arrived at his office. He tilted his head to one side, raising his eyebrows expectantly. “I trust that you’ve learned your lesson?”

“I don’t know,” you said, eyes glinting mischievously. “I might need to come back a few more times just to be sure.”

[abrahamwebster]

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Should children still wear school uniforms?

School uniforms have existed for centuries. It’s thought Christ Hospital School in London was the first school to use a school uniform in 1552, but the idea of a standard academic dress goes all the way back to 1222 when the then Archbishop of Canterbury ordered the wearing of the cappa clausa.

It may not be quite so regimented these days as it once was, but uniform is still the norm in the majority of UK schools. The Department for Education allows schools to set their own uniform policy, but its guidance says it ‘strongly encourages schools to have a uniform as it can play a valuable role in contributing to the ethos of a school and setting an appropriate tone’.

Those who support school uniforms say they’re a social leveler and encourage a sense of belonging.

But critics argue that uniforms are out-of-date, restrictive and repressive.

Yahoo spoke to parenting bloggers on both sides of the fence for our latest ‘Talking Point’ debate:

Francesca says: ‘School uniform is easier, cheaper, stops endless debate about ‘what to wear’; and prevents school turning into a catwalk. It prepares kids for later life where they may have to adhere to a particular dress code or, shock horror, actually have to wear a uniform for their job.’

‘Anything that helps parents out has got to be a good thing. I for one do not have time in the morning for a one-hour debate about why a tutu and crop top isn’t a good/practical choice for a day at school.’

‘A few staple items washed every week and repeat. No having to wear a different outfit every day as you can’t be seen in the same clothes twice within a month. It takes the pressure off parents.’

‘A lot of kids like to show off especially when it comes to clothes and fashion. There will always be the children with the latest designer trainers who are sporting straight from Milan trends. This will no doubt make some other children feel bad. Yeah, that’s life.

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‘However, with a uniform it limits this to outside of school and they can focus on actually learning instead of worrying about whether their clothes look last season or whether they’ve worn the same top a few times.’

Uniform doesn’t just make children easily recognisable as from a particular school – helpful in terms of safety as well as behaviour – but promotes a sense of belonging and can be worn as a badge of pride, says Francesca.

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‘If your children are a member of any of a number of youth groups such as Brownies, Cadets or Cubs there’ll almost always be a uniform involved. If they are a nurse, a pilot, a chef, a surgeon, in the army etc in later life they’ll have to wear one, so what’s the big deal about wearing one for school?

’It stifles creativity and ability to make their own choices? Rubbish.

’They have as much time as they like to express themselves through their clothing out of school. Clothes are only one part of someone’s identity. School children can certainly express themselves in other ways as well. Wearing a uniform doesn’t suddenly turn them into a clone.’

Francesca de Franco is the founder of The Parent Social, a site for sharing all things parenting.

Han-Son says: ‘Flat caps, big shoulder pads, briefcases, waistcoats – just some of the items that have been consigned to the annuls of history when it comes to workwear in the 21st century, yet why do we still insist on dressing our kids in the outfits that were made for a different time. We need to ask ourselves – What purpose does it serve now?

‘One of the major arguments those pro-uniformers make is the benefit it provides for our children by helping encourage discipline. But the same case was made for work uniforms not so long ago. Now we know better.

‘If we’re more comfortable at work, we’re more productive. The modern workplace has begun to recognise this absolute truth, and look at the most exciting and high growth businesses of today (and future employers of our children) – are any of these companies enforcing a uniform? No.

‘They know, wisely, that an employee who can be themselves, and express themselves will, ultimately, be a much more productive team player. It’s time we adapt modern day thinking in our schools too.’

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In Han-Son’s view, the UK’s education system is becoming more and more ‘practical skills based’ to fit with the employment needs of tomorrow, yet by continuing to enforce uniforms he thinks ‘we’re actively saying that we want to encourage and grow the type of person who has to ‘look’ the same everyday to ‘fit in.’ There’s something rather hypocritical there surely!’

‘If we look at the very best performing schools in the world there’s a clear picture there as well. Finland’s schools top the international league tables, yet do not have school uniforms. The UK Government have outlined their desire to create the sort of performance that matches our Scandinavian neighbours, and focussing our teachers on creating great learning rather than great consistent looking pupils may be a much better focus.

‘Life with children is expensive,’ says Han-Son. ‘The Wall Street Journal predicts it costs, on average, $300,000 to raise a child up to the age of 18 (not including college!).

‘At a time where more and more families are living pay cheque to pay cheque, can we really expect them to keep forking out upwards of £100+ per child to wear something of such little value? Retailers in recent years have developed cheaper own label ranges, but for some schools who demand a precise type of uniform these are sadly out of the reach.

‘I recognise while having no rules can open a can of worms into other areas of self expression (tattoos, piercings etc), I think to enforce specific uniforms just doesn’t fit in with our children’s needs today.

‘However I believe there is a case for agreeing the right dress-code and thus the right principles which help set your children up for future success.’

Han-Son is the Editor of ‘Daddilife‘, where he aims to ‘help regular guys become superhero dads’