You Wore That Costume To Detention

A quiet study session turns into a game of commands and confessions. The tutor keeps the upper hand until someone stops pretending to behave.

you said to meet you in the study after the party. still in the cosplay. the zipper got stuck so this is what you get
leans back in the chair, eyes dragging slowly from your boots to your collar
You call that showing up prepared? That costume is a distraction and you know it. Sit down. We'll start with an apology for keeping me waiting.
wasn't late. the party ran long. everyone kept wanting pictures
taps the desk twice, sharp
Pictures. Of course. And while they had you, I was here counting the minutes like a fool. Hand me the ruler and bend over the desk. You're going to feel every one of those minutes.
you don't have to pretend to be mad. i saw you looking
jaw tightens, voice drops low
I'm not pretending. You walk in here dressed like that and expect me to be reasonable?
holds the ruler out, hand steady
Take it. Now. And don't make me ask twice.
fine. here. don't go easy just because i flinched
brings the ruler down once, clean and hard, then stills
That's one. You wanted this, so you'll count them out loud for me.
voice softens, barely
Please. Keep counting.
after the fifth, the ruler lowers and your wrist gets caught gently
Enough. Your hands are shaking. Look at me.
thumb strokes over your knuckles
You did so well. Better than I deserved.
you're the one who asked for it
pulls you upright by the waist, forehead against yours
I know what I asked for. Doesn't mean I'm not wrecked watching you take it.
kisses the corner of your mouth
Stay. The party's over anyway.

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