rockstarpeach | Ficlet: Princpal's Office (Spike/Ethan)

Title: Principal’s Office

Pairing: Spike/Ethan (William/Principal Rayne), mentions of unrequited Spike/Angel

Rating: Adult

Summary: AU. William gets called to the principal’s office.

A/N: Written for snogged, who asked for ‘school themes’. Hope this is okay for you, honey!

Warnings/kinks: Underage (though no actual naughty touching), spanking, abuse of power

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“You wanted to see me, sir?” William asked after he’d knocked on the slightly open door, and poked his head through the crack.

“William,” Principal Rayne said, looking up from his desk, where he’d been scribbling some notes on paper. Probably penciling in his next weeks worth of detentions. “Yes, come in. Shut the door behind you, please.”

William shuffled into the office, book bag slipping off his bony shoulder as he turned to close the door, and he let it fall to the floor, holding the strap in two hands, fingers fidgeting with the frayed edge. He looked somewhere in the vicinity of the principal’s desk, avoiding eye contact. He was in trouble, he knew that, and he was scared.

He’d never been in trouble before, been a good kid up until now. Hell he still was, but lately he’d been trying to impress Liam, a boy two years ahead of him, 16 years old, with a driver’s licence, and really fucking hot, and when he’d offered William a cigarette, snickering to his friends because he didn’t think the quiet, bookish little boy would ever do anything his mommy wouldn’t approve of, he’d taken it.

He put it in his mouth, sucked down the smoke through the slender white tube, and just barely managed not to cough up his lungs as the polluted air choked off his breath. Liam had laughed again, but clapped him on the back, like he was proud of him for trying, and William had taken another puff, smaller this time, and did much better.

And that’s when Mr. Boothby, the groundskeeper, happened by, and hauled William off to the class he was currently cutting, warning him that he’d be having a word with Principle Rayne.

And now here he was, shaking slightly, knowing what was coming, and unable to look up. Nobody had ever hit him before, for any reason, but he knew the punishment for smoking on school property. The strap. He hoped the principal lashed his left hand, because he’d seen the marks on other people before, red and angry, and they hurt for a few days, and he didn’t want to have to stop writing if it stung too much.

“Look at me, William,” Rayne instructed, shutting his notebook and putting his pen down on top of it, pushing it to the side. “I assume you know what this is about?”

William kept his head slightly down, but raised his eyes, lashed fluttering prettily as he blinked through them. He nodded, once.

“Good,” Rayne smiled, folding his hands together on his desk. “Then we can skip the lecture and get straight to the punishment, yes?” He had a busy day, and besides, the punishment was always a hell of a lot more fun than talking.

Again William just nodded. It was best to get this the hell over with, and really, a little slap on the wrist, literally, was bound to be way less humiliating than having to explain himself to the principal, to hear him tell him that he’d done something wrong, to say that he was disappointed and would have expected better. He hated that.

Rayne pushed his chair back and stood, walking around to the side of his desk, closer to the boy. He looked frightened. Rayne licked his lips. This was going to be fun. William was such a pretty young boy, after all, and Rayne was looking forward to him growing into a pretty young man over the next few years.

And if he really wanted to have fun, in two years time, when William turned 16, he’d have to start sowing some seeds now. And he was very good at that.

“Very well,” he said pleasantly, hands going to the front of his waist, hovering over his belt buckle. “Pants around your knees please, and bend over the desk.”

William’s eyes went wide, and he dropped his bag, taking an unconscious step backward, pushing up again the door. “Wh… what?” he asked, blinking rapidly, eyes darting down to the principal’s belt, where his hands were working it open, then to the man’s face.

Rayne rolled his eyes and pulled the open belt through the loops on his pants, holding it in one hand, letting it dangle from his fingers. “I know you aren’t top of your class, William,” he said. “But I didn’t think you were particularly slow.”

“But I…” William stuttered, trying to back up even further, wishing he could meld with the solid wood of the door. “I thought… my hand?”

“You were caught smoking, William,” Rayne sighed. Apparently they were going to have to have a conversation. He really hated that. “That’s ten lashes. And we can’t have them on your hands, make it difficult for you to hold a pencil, to do your school work, can we?”

William opened his mouth to speak, closed it again. Shook his head. No. No, he didn’t want his hands messed up like that. Didn’t want to have to stop writing, didn’t want to have to explain to his mother what had happened.

“No… No sir,” William answered, and walked slowly forward, until he was stopped just in front of the desk. It was huge. The office was huge, and everything in it, his principal included. He knew, vaguely, that he’d graduate high school someday, go off to college and get a job and look back and think how small everything seemed, because that’s always what people said in movies, and on television, but right now, it was intimidating.

“Well…” Ethan coaxed, waving his hand about, tilting his chin at the desk. “I’ve got other appointments today, boy, and we really need to get started. Don’t make me up it to fifteen, because you’re wasting my time.”

William made a jerky movement with his head, half shaking it, before he did as Principal Rayne had asked, and opened his pants up, pulling them down to his knees. He hesitated for only a moment, looking at the principal’s raised eyebrow, before he decided he was better safe than sorry, and lowered his underwear as well, inching them down to just bare his behind, and leaned over.

He rested most of his weight on the desk with his forearms, knees braced against the side, and closed his eyes. He was glad that his shirt was long enough that it covered the goods in front, because he was feeling pretty damn humiliated as it was, and he thought he might actually die from embarrassment if his high school principal could see his cock.

Especially given that it twitched, and yes, William hated to admit it, but that’s exactly what it did, when the first blow from Mr. Rayne’s belt fell on his soft skin. He was sick. He was being punished, he’d done something he wasn’t supposed to do, and he was being punished. He wasn’t supposed to be getting off on it.

And he wasn’t, not really. Not yet. His dick was just… curious, he supposed, would be the best word. He was fourteen years old, and he’d started fantasising a while ago. Knew that he preferred to think about boys when he did, and that boy Liam especially, and he would be lying if he said that he had never thought about letting the older boy spank him when he jerked off.

And principal Rayne, obnoxious, self-righteous dickhead that he was, was attractive. He had a nice voice, when he wasn’t purposefully making it sound evil, and he was in a position of authority over William. And all of those things were turn-ons for the boy.

And it was scary, being in trouble. Even scarier that he was sexually intrigued by it.

Luckily, after the second swipe of the principal’s belt, Spike’s hormonally driven cock settled down, because the pain became almost overwhelming.

By the fifth, William was openly crying, big, fat tears trickling down his cheeks as he sobbed into his shoulder, Mr. Rayne letting out tiny little sighs of what William swore was appreciation each time he cried out, bit his lip to stop the sound going to far, jerked forward toward the desk to try to escape the sting of the belt.

This sucked. This wasn’t at all like he had not quite let himself imagine, when it was dark, and he was under the covers. This hurt. This was painful, and shameful, and made him blush, deep and red. Made him close his eyes, hard, and pray for it to be over. And made him wish that his parents had sent him to catholic school, like he’d begged them not to. Surely the principal at St. Mary’s wouldn’t be this bad. He’d heard good things about Father Caleb.

Rayne drew the belt back for a sixth strike, but stopped before he had fully raised it. The boy was crying. He considered him, tilted his head, really looked. He was beautiful. More stunning that almost anyone he’d ever seen before like this. Rayne smiled, slow and cruel, licked his lips, and carefully put his belt down on his desk.

“I’m sorry,” he said, bending down to whisper the words into William’s ear. He gave himself a small pat on the back for sounding so genuine. “I know this hurts, boy. But it’s meant to be a lesson, not a torture. Still,” he said, standing up, placing his hand on William’s back, pressing harder when the boy flinched, stilling him.

“Ten is the rule. We can’t really break that, can we? This is a lesson, after all, in what happens when you break the rules.”

“I’m sorry,” William gasped out, voice short and rough from the silent crying, the agony of the blows. “Please stop. I won’t… I won’t do it again.”

“Yes, you will,” Rayne said around a grin. He was counting on it. This one had a lot of potential for future amusement. “You see William, I know you’re essentially a good boy, but I also know that it won’t take much for you to act out.” He hadn’t exactly been watching the boy, but he’d noticed an increase in his rebellious behaviour since William had noticed Liam. And he knew that William would do whatever it took to get Liam to notice him back.

He’d had Liam in his office a time or two over the years he’d been in this school, and knew, first hand, that his proclivities were such that Liam would notice him back. It was just a matter of time. And until then, perhaps even after, Rayne would enjoy the chances he got to discipline William.

He was so damnably pretty, it was really his own fault.

“No!” William denied, shaking his head. God, no, this hurt so much, was so Goddamn humiliating, that no, no he’d never act out again, if this was what he had coming to him. Not unless Liam smiled at him, winked, held out his arm and squeezed his shoulder, half hugged him and laughed, made him feel like he had a chance… yeah, he was screwed.

“No, I won’t,” he lied. “Please.”

“We can’t break the rules, William,” Ethan insisted, and felt a warm feeling rush over him when the boy sagged, defeated. “But we can bend them.”

“We can?” William asked, head turning slightly, opening red-rimmed eyes, hopeful. “What… what can we… do?”

Rayne smiled down at him, moved his hand back and forth across William’s back, bringing the boy’s attention to what he was about to suggest. “I can use my hand. If you wish.”

William’s expression didn’t change much. His eyebrows narrowed slightly, his shoulders tensed even more, but he still looked pained, scared.

“I’m not supposed to, you know,” Ethan said, hand stilling on William, applying pressure. “And I normally wouldn’t.” That was a lie, but he wasn’t counting on the boy to realise that. “But it will hurt less, and still let us abide by the rules. If I do though, if you want me to… we can’t tell anyone. I could get in trouble.”

He could be fired, thrown in prison, for touching an underage boy, even it wasn’t sexual. Though he was pretty much banking on William finding it sexual regardless, and being too ashamed to tell anyone else what had happened. Making it seem like he was doing the boy a favour would probably help to keep him in line. He was so naïve, so needy, so desiring of attention that he would welcome any physical touch, and be so shamed by his response that he’d keep quiet.

Besides, it wasn’t like he hadn’t done worse to other boys.

“Would you like that William? Or shall we continue with the belt?” Rayne asked, reaching toward the discarded object on the desk, fingers trailing over the black leather so William could see.

“I…” William started, then swallowed, continuing, choking back tears. “No. Use your… hand.” He managed to get out around heavy breaths. He didn’t want that, thought it might be a little too close to a fantasy or two that he’d been harbouring, though not starring his principal of course, but it had to be better than what he’d endured so far.

“If that’s what you want, William,” Ethan said, moving his fingers from the belt and taking a half step to stand behind William. “Only five more. And you’ve been so good.”

William bit his lip, clenched his teeth and screwed up his face, preparing the next blow.

When it fell, it was a relief. It did hurt a lot less than the belt had, though it still stung. In an almost good way. And fuck!, but he wasn’t supposed to think this was good. Nothing about this was good. Except that after Mr. Rayne’s hand landed firmly on his arse, it paused, almost squeezed, tenderly, shifted just slightly, so that if William’s mind squinted, it might have interpreted it as a soothing gesture, rubbing away the hurt, letting him know that everything was alright.

The next blow came, and the one after that, seven in total, only three more to go, and each time, Mr. Rayne’s fingers lingered, caressed his burning flesh, gentle, caring. And William liked it. Liked it so much that he was getting hard. He couldn’t help it.

He tried not to, knew that it was wrong, that he was wrong, for reacting this way. He’d only ever gotten an erection before at home, when he was looking through the body building magazines that he had hidden under his mattress, or when he was thinking about Liam, about him working out in the weight room or practicing on the football field.

And even then, only a handful of times. He was a teenager. He thought about sex. A lot. But he tried not to. Tried, because he knew he shouldn’t be thinking about other boys this way. His parents were catholic, and they’d told him so. But girls didn’t seem to do anything for him. And he’d tried.

But even liking boys wasn’t as wrong as this. This… getting off on being beaten by his principal, when the man was only doing what he had to, only trying to teach him a lesson, trying to help him, to stop him from becoming a bad, horrible boy. He shouldn’t bother. William was already going to hell.

William hiccupped on the eighth strike, bent over further, leaned into it, his face colouring crimson, dick leaking pre-cum. Fuck. He’d never felt like this, never had someone else touch him this way, and yes, he knew that Mr. Rayne wasn’t trying to be sexual about it, but William’s body was young, and it’s chemistry was wacky, and he just couldn’t help it.

He was oddly thankful for the contact, for someone’s skin on his own, for the way that Mr. Rayne’s fingers lingered after each stroke, caressing the reddened flesh, giving just the slightest impression of affection, of caring, before his hand came down again, the sting making William’s eyes water.

Rayne paused for a moment, his hand still lingering over William’s bared skin, fingertips dancing over the heated surface, just barely falling into the crack between his cheeks as he pulled his hand away. He smiled to himself as the boy sucked in a sharp breath, further proof that he was enjoying himself much more than he was willing to let on.

Perfect.

As long as he didn’t push the boy too far, this could only mean good things for the future.

William still had two years to go before it was within California state law for him to have sex, so Ethan would just have to content himself with less for the time being. He was going to keep watch over this one though, wait it out. He’d get what he wanted. But not yet. Rayne was a pervert, not a child molester.

“Don’t worry William,” he said, against his ear, voice quiet, secretive. He closed his eyes briefly, licked his lips, revelling in his victory. “Not much more to go.”

He loved this, this power, this ability to make people realise what they truly wanted, and watch them try to fight it, to hate themselves for it. It was beautiful. William was beautiful, and he was all his, if he played his cards right. It would take years, but it would be worth it.

William shivered at the words, closing his eyes again, and marvelling at how Mr. Rayne seemed to make them sound both threatening and comforting, together. He wanted to get up, to leave, to never come back, never think about this again. Never think about Mr. Rayne, or any other boy, or how very much he seemed to like corporal punishment. Maybe run off someplace, where no-one could find him.

But he’d miss his mum, and he’d miss Liam, and he’d never be able to take care of himself anyway, and really, he didn’t want to.

He was fucked. He was hard, he was wanting, he was on the verge of tears for a reason very far from pain, though the pain was still very real, sharp reminders shooting straight to William’s brain, his cock, each time Mr. Rayne touched his raw skin, and the next time he whacked off he was scared that he’d be thinking about his principal, and not the man on the cover of the March edition of his latest magazine fetish.

He couldn’t imagine feeling anything worse than what he was feeling right now.

“Just…” he ground out through gritted teeth, wishing this thing over before Mr. Rayne noticed just how hard his cock was, tip brushing up against the course material of his shirt. Fuck, he wanted to thrust against it, to get some friction, some relief.

But he couldn’t. He did his best to hold still.

“Just finish it. Please.”

“Don’t sound so distraught, dear boy,” Ethan told him, voice sounding irritatingly normal. He knew ‘distraught’ wasn’t really the right word, but at least it left William with some semblance of pride. For now. “Just two more, and then we’ll be finished. Then your punishment will be over, and you won’t have to go through this again. Unless… you misbehave again. Unless you give me a reason to bring you into my office, to discipline you.”

He placed his hand over William’s arse again, not forceful, not caressing, just there, just letting William know that he could do as he liked, and William needn’t be shy if he wanted something. And Rayne was very much hoping that he did.

Even if he didn’t, even if he didn’t act out on purpose, he’d be back. Rayne knew it was inevitable.

William said nothing, tried not to think about the fact that he just might be wanting to come back, to have this again, so that he could feel this… whatever the hell he was feeling, this new sensation that was intriguing and frightening and exhilarating all at once. But he couldn’t say that. Of course he couldn’t, not anymore than he could buck up against the desk, try to get himself off when he was getting the fucking lashes for smoking.

“Hold still,” Ethan panted, and quickly rained down two more blows over William’s rear, one after the other, fast and hard, loud sound of the smack ringing out in the office.

“There’s a good boy,” he praised when he was finished, rubbing his hand over William once more, a gesture of compassion, that could no way be confused with deviance. Well, perhaps a little, he hoped, in William’s mind at least. “You took your punishment well, William. Like a man. I’m proud.”

William shuddered, squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, tried not to be flattered by the words. They didn’t mean anything. They didn’t.

“If that’s all sir,” William said, easing himself up straighter, when Mr. Rayne backed away. “I’ve a class to get back to.”

“Yes, of course,” Rayne answered, dismissive, with a wave of his hand. “Though…” he added when William was standing straight, about to pull his pants back up, and caught in Rayne’s eyes, frozen. His bits were covered, which was a shame, but his arse was still partly bare. Rayne smiled.

“I want to tell you, first of all, that I don’t enjoy this,” he said. “I know it hurts you, and it hurts me as well.” It was a total lie. He’d gotten off on it, hard, his own cock straining in his pants, and he casually adjusted it, not even trying to hide the motion from the boy. He wasn’t planning on doing anything about it, so it didn’t matter much. He just wanted the brief stimulation, the self-made promise of more to come, once the boy was gone.

William sniffled, wiped his face on his sleeve. “Thanks,” he said, voice trembling and unsure. “I won’t do it again. I’ll behave.”

“I’m sure you will,” Ethan said, quirking an eyebrow. They both knew he wasn’t so sure, not anymore than William meant he’d behave. “And you don’t have to go back to class just yet,” he said, head tilting down, eyes focusing purposefully on William’s barely covered crotch.

“You can stay here…”

“Sir…” William said, interrupting, not certain he wanted to hear the rest.

“Stay here,” Rayne said again, harder this time, eyes wide, like if William knew what was good for him, he’d listen. “And… take care of your little problem. If you wish.”

William swallowed, looked mortified, felt dirty. Like what he was swallowing was much more incriminating that simple saliva. Mr. Rayne couldn’t really be asking him to… “I don’t…” he murmured. “What problem?”

Rayne smiled down at William, lips curling up over eerily straight teeth, and William wondered, for a brief, messed up second, if he’d had work done. “You’ve got an erection, William,” he said, casually, like it was no big deal, and he dealt with it all the time. He did, but again, William was probably better off not knowing that.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Rayne added at William’s pained groan. “Though I’d suggest you take care of it here, so you don’t have to go back to class like that.”

William looked unsure, and Rayne titled his head, almost shrugging, as if he didn’t care on way or the other.

“Would save you having to look a fool in front of Liam, when you pass him in the halls,” he mentioned, moving back behind his desk to sit in his chair.

William paused in fastening his pants, thinking about Mr. Rayne’s words. They were true. “How did you…?” he started, not even sure he wanted to know how his principal had known about his crush on Liam. Was he that obvious?

“No, dear boy,” Rayne said, almost on a laugh. “You’re not that obvious. Not to most people. But it’s my job to notice things. And to not talk about them with students. So… you’re welcome to take care of your problem, here, in private. Or, you can go out there, and face the rest of the school with a hard-on in your trousers. Your choice.”

William looked at Mr. Rayne, eyes begging for an answer, for a solution that didn’t involve something completely awkward. He didn’t want to do this. Not here, not like this. But, he didn’t want to go out there, sporting a monster in his pants after just being strapped by the principal. That would be an even worse hell than he’d just lived through, if anyone noticed, said something.

And also, he wasn’t sure if Mr. Rayne had meant what he said as an option. There was something about the way he spoke, hard and condescending as he turned and sat back down behind his desk, looking at him expectantly, that made William almost incapable of just leaving.

He swallowed, took a shaky breath, nodded slowly. “O… Okay,” he said voice small and insignificant in the room, and damn, why the hell did this room have to be so big?

Rayne stared at the boy as he dumbly stared back, embarrassment and fury and lust taking turns on his face, until they finally stopped fighting and agreed to share, and it was the most beautiful expression he’d ever seen. Still, he had a busy afternoon, appointments to keep, and he couldn’t sit there admiring the boy’s beauty all day.

“Well?” he prompted. “Get on with it, if you’re going to. I haven’t got all day, boy, and as you said, you’ve got classes to get back to.”

“Right, yes sir,” William answered, eyes snapping back up to his principal’s, from where they’d drifted, to that same random spot on his desk that he’d been staring at when he came in. He still made no move for his pants, though, just twitched his hand slightly, a nervous movement.

“William…” Rayne said, after several seconds of nothing, a combination of exasperation and warning.

And then, as if that word alone was more powerful that any of William’s fear, reticence, both of his hands moved, one lifting the front of his pants and underwear slightly, wile the other slipped inside.

He sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers slid over the tip, bit his lip and closed his eyes briefly, as they slid down and curled around the shaft. He started moving his hand quickly, but he didn’t have much room to manoeuvre, and pushing down his shame as much as he could, he tugged his pants down even more.

William’s cock sprung free, smallish, and pink, his hand moving over it in a blur. The boy was obviously trying to get this over with as quickly as he could. Rayne didn’t have to adjust his gaze much; he’d been staring at the boy’s crotch for much of their recent conversation, and he licked his lips as he watched the slippery head of his erection poke through the small ring made by his thumb and forefinger, over and over.

His own pants were even tighter now, and he leaned back in his chair, shifted his hips to get more comfortable. It was a struggle now, not to take himself out and see to things, like William was doing, but that would be going too far. He’d have more than enough time once William had left, at the rate he was going.

Thirty seconds in, and William couldn’t resist the urge to pump his hips forward, matching the movement of his hand, just like he did when he was at home, alone. It just felt too good. Good, even though he wasn’t alone, wasn’t at home, safe, one of his few, but steady fantasies running through his head.

No, this time he was being watched, this time he wasn’t thinking about Liam, or the lead singer of his favourite rock band, hands and other parts safely under a blanket. This time he was hard because of Mr. Rayne, the way he’d touched him, the things he’d said, the way he was looking at him.

And it was good. Probably better. Oh, God, he shouldn’t be doing this. He was smart enough to know that, to know that this was wrong. But his cock didn’t seem to care, and he just moved his hand faster.

His eyes fell closed again, and he felt himself getting closer and closer to orgasm, but before it came, just before it came, he sensed Mr. Rayne close by, felt his hand touch his own. His eyes shot open just in time to see the man shove a handful of tissues at him, and son of a bitch, but the principal’s knuckles were so close to underside of his cock, and William came.

It was quick, hollow, more unsatisfying than any other time, except maybe the first time. Or that time he’d tried to think about that Buffy girl, instead of Liam.

He managed to catch most of it in the tissues he’d been given, and he looked up at Mr. Rayne sheepishly when he noticed that some had landed on the floor.

“It’s alright, William,” Rayne said, looking to the specks of fluid on his forest green carpet. “Just put yourself back to rights and head to class.” He toed at the marks with his shoe, rubbing them into the fibres. They wouldn’t be noticed. Not amongst all the others.

William nodded, pulled his pants back up, and looked around stupidly for a waste bin to throw the messy tissue in. He spotted one by the door and walked over, letting the garbage fall from his hand. “Can I… go?” he asked.

“I already told you that you should go, William,” Rayne said, shaking his head slightly, wondering if the orgasm had dimmed him somewhat.

William nodded and turned to go, putting his hand on the door handle and turning.

“Oh, and…” Rayne said, smiling pleasantly when William turned around again. “Don’t forget to wash your hands.”

William paused, a sharp stab of… something, in his chest. He wanted to die. He really, really did. He nodded, and left. Yeah, he was going to hell.

END

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh! You are dirty!

Sometimes... ;)

Even better - you're truly evil...

Surely the principal at St. Mary’s wouldn’t be this bad. He’d heard good things about Father Caleb.

I'm sure he did. *shivers*

Heh, yeah... Father Caleb would scare me!

GLEEEEEEE!

Okay, so I'm joining poor, doomed William in hell.

Oh, that nice Father Caleb, eh? Heh heh heh. Probably makes Ethan look like a saint! (After all, he isn't planning on fucking the boy until he's 16. Rather decent of him. *snerk*)

Wow. That was nasty and dirty and I thought it was just going to be a spanking. But oh no! You couldn't stop there! You went for the WRONG prize!

*applauds*

Heee! Well, if you think this is wrong, honey, that's a huge compliment! Cause you're about the wrongest person I can think of!

I know, I'm terrible at dbw, but I tried here, to balance a good bit of nasty without crossing any lines. Well... not any big flashing neon lines... ;)

And you know... I'd like to see Caleb and Ethan face off... that has potential!

Nice! Thanks for sharing

Thanks! Glad you liked!

Oh honey...this was so wrong. Deliciously, wonderfully wrong!!!!

I've already been quoting on IM, but oh I love what a pervert Ethan is (although not a child molester, of course *G*) and how he plays with them! Ah, a master at work...

Aw, and William just wanting to impress Liam! So cute!!! :D

Awesome, darling! I do adore how you plumb new depths of wrong.

*snort* No, not a child molester, of course!

Thanks baby! Good to know I can get my wrong on when I have to :)

*hugses*

*thud*

*fans you*

Oh, this is a dirty-wrong gem. Bravo!

Hee! Thanks :)

OMG! Way too wrong for words ... um, I love you ... LOTS!!

Off to think dirty school boy fantasies. Any, chance for a follow up? Oh PLEASE!!

Haha! So... you liked?

Thanks honey. Hmmm.... follow up? Don't know, but it has potential :)

OMG!!

I mean, you told me a little about this but *feels breath hitch in throat* your summary paled in comparison to the total dirty, bad, wrongness that is this fic.

Jesus H. Christ on a cracker.

I adore you so much right now. And that bit about Father Caleb *snort* Fucking priceless

Yay! I'm glad you liked it. I was worried that you wouldn't, given you said anything under 16 would squick you. So I tried to sort of keep it 'inside the lines'.

Heh, and Woot! on Father Caleb :)

Honestly, I didn't feel squicked or skeeved at all.

Sure...wasn't turned on or anything (which tends to be my main reason for preferring all partners to be a bit older)...but that doesn't deter from how awesome this fic is.

Yup, wonderfully wrong - I loved it.

BTW - right at the start you have principle rather than principal.

And I thought it was 18 in California? They make enough fuss about it.

Thanks honey!

And thanks for catching the typo. Yeah, could be 18 in California, I don't really know. But that wouldn't have fit so well with the story, since I wanted Rayne to be screwing his students, and still thinking he was sort of moral, so I was taking creative liberties :)

HOLLY SHIT....

I think you can guess how much I love love looooooooove this fic! School kink... and glorious spanking... hints of spangel... and Ethan!!! SO much Ethan goodness!! He's such a bad bad man! Messing with William like that hehehe

Surely the principal at St. Mary’s wouldn’t be this bad. He’d heard good things about Father Caleb.
MWAHAHAHAHA!

I love you! Thaaaaaank you for the dirtybadwrong treat!

xxxxx

Heee! Yay! I was actually thinking of you through most of this, cause I know how you love the spanking :)

And hells yeah, Ethan! He seems extra cool lately, him and Giles :)

Love you!

The most brilliantly wrong two sentences of this whole fic just clinched it's awesomeness for me: "They wouldn’t be noticed. Not amongst all the others."

Brilliant. Oh so wrong. But brilliant.

Thanks honey!

Glad you liked it :)

Ficlet: Princpal's Office (Spike/Ethan)

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