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OM NOM NOM HEADMASTER CHARLES IS DISPLEASED WITH YOU

Why Principal Xavier, I think I need to be taught a lesson…

Erik doesn’t even know why he keeps pushes so hard, but he can’t stop. It’s so satisfying seeing that frustration and annoyance building beyond Charles’s calm. He wonders how far he can push, before Charles pushes back.

Of course, it’s Charles, so pushing back entails a little “If you would be so kind as to not,” and “I would prefer it if you didn’t,” which Erik ignores entirely. But what Erik was not aware of is that Charles doesn’t push, not because he doesn’t have the fortitude, but because he generally just snaps instead. And then he takes his tie off, and at that point there’s a lot of “I warned you,” and “Over the desk, Mister Lehnsherr,” and “I swear to god, if you so much as move.”

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And then what happens? Someone continue this, please. I have such a thing for teacher/student scenarios because I’m clearly a horrible person.

A bit more here: Does Charles use the tie as a gag, then? Charles would be MORTIFIED at that suggestion. Silk ties don’t grow on trees, you know…

Charles would contemplate the cane. Perhaps a bit staid, a bit predictable, but also traditional, and certainly effective. On the other hand, Erik is squirming despite an explicit order to be still. If he’s going to behave that badly, that childishly, that much like an undisciplined brat, then he doesn’t get the cane, he gets the ruler.

 As an implement for mathematical education, Charles sort of hates this particular ruler; it’s thick, with no metal edge, and he’s never been able to get a straight enough line using it. All of those factors, however, make it ideal as an implement for corporal punishment. Honestly, Charles doesn’t know why he didn’t see it sooner.

There are things Charles could do to make it easier, of course. He doesn’t have to hit Erik all at once; just a few smacks with his hand would warm him up somewhat. However, Erik’s done very little to deserve that kindness, and the more he shifts against the desk, the less likely Charles is to give it to him.

He reaches around Erik’s waist to unfasten his trousers and pull them down; upon consideration, he pulls his underpants down as well. By god, Erik is going to remember this one.