Schooled

by T M Chris

  He reviewed Kelvin’s list impassively, totaling up how many spankings he was owed, then shoved his chair away from the table, indicating without words what Kelvin should do. But should he? Would it be the same? Would it work? Kelvin couldn’t shake the feeling that he was cheating on Grant, but Grant was the one who’d chosen to send him to another man for his spanking, and they didn’t have a relationship. That was clear from last week. Kelvin was free to do as he pleased.

  He got to his feet and stood in front of the stout, impassive man. Mr. Horvath, he’d introduced himself as. Kelvin remembered how Grant had told him to call him Mr. Fontaine, but Kelvin never had. It’d been like they were friends right from the beginning, like Grant really cared about him and wanted him to do well. Mr. Horvath didn’t care about him. Mr. Horvath was just doing a job—getting paid to assist his doctoral advisor. Kelvin was a data point to him, that was all.

  Taylor said it didn’t hurt much when Mr. Horvath spanked him, but it was supposed to hurt. It was supposed to be punishing and real and also rewarding and sexy. It was supposed to be something he would remember for the rest of the week. All he could imagine would come from being spanked by Mr. Horvath was regret—the embarrassment of having done something ridiculous, not the hot humiliation he thrived on. He understood now why Taylor made sure to do his work so he could avoid this. Kelvin wanted to avoid it too.

  But Grant had abandoned him, so this was what he had left. He’d created a profile on a BDSM dating website, but the results had been disappointing. Almost frightening. What some of those guys wanted to do to him was a little… no. Plus most of the supposed-Doms just seemed to be avatars. They wanted to sext, not deliver the real-life spanking Kelvin had come to rely on. So here he was. With Mr. Horvath.

  He took down his pants to reveal his prosaic boxer briefs and draped himself over Mr. Horvath’s lap the same as he would if Mr. Horvath were Grant, but Mr. Horvath’s lap felt nothing like Grant’s. Mr. Horvath was wearing dress slacks, made out of polyester or something that Kelvin slid over unpleasantly instead of brushing against the soft wale of corduroy. And Mr. Horvath didn’t raise his right knee, forcing Kelvin to tilt forward so that his ass became a better target. Lying across Mr. Horvath’s lap was like lying over a coffee table. Completely unalluring.

  Then Mr. Horvath hit him. If it could be called that. Kelvin was due a full fifty because it’d been a shit week, but fifty smacks like that wouldn’t even get him warmed up. His dick lay shriveled and uninterested in his shorts as Mr. Horvath mechanically applied hand to ass with all the force of a routine knock at the door.

  Kelvin couldn’t stand it any longer. It felt all kinds of wrong. Like sex with an unappealing stranger or your father. Or an unappealing stranger’s father. It felt like he was letting Mr. Horvath take advantage of him, abuse a power he shouldn’t be allowed to abuse, all the things he’d accused Grant of when he’d visited the dean, except now he understood the difference. Kelvin had wanted Grant to do this to him. He’d been ashamed of wanting it, afraid to admit it, but he’d given his consent right from the beginning, and not just in an “I signed a piece of paper” way. His consent had been given through his enthusiastic acceptance of Grant’s discipline.

  “I love how you take it,” Grant had said. Kelvin got angry remembering. It pissed him off all over again that Grant had abandoned him, leaving him to this sad and useless imitation of discipline, totally lacking in thrill or intensity, when the two of them had been so perfect for each other. Kelvin wasn’t the only one who’d liked it. Grant had liked it too.

  Kelvin had always been too caught up in his own sensations to catalogue exactly what he was rubbing against, but now that his abdomen was across Mr. Horvath’s lap, he could tell the difference. Grant kept Kelvin pulled tight against him, and the firmness Kelvin brushed as he rocked and humped—that’d been Grant’s cock. Hard for him.

  Mr. Horvath couldn’t care less. He wasn’t getting a thrill from administering this spanking, and he wouldn’t give a damn if it worked or not. Kelvin pushed up off his lap and pulled up his pants.

  “You’ve got a ways to go yet,” Mr. Horvath said.

  “I don’t care. I’m done.”

  “If you don’t finish the required punishment, I won’t be able to sign your slip for today’s session.”

  And if Kelvin didn’t go to every session, he wouldn’t get the end-of-semester bonus either, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t worth it, especially since without Grant’s help, his grades would be so bad that a little extra credit wouldn’t fix them.

  “Keep your extra credit,” he told Mr. Horvath. “I quit.”

  Maybe he shouldn’t be rude. Mr. Horvath was only doing his job. But Kelvin couldn’t bring himself to be nice. Everything was just shit. He walked around Mr. Horvath’s chair and out the door, grabbing his book bag from the hook by the door and sailing straight out past Mynna with it, letting his anger carry him full steam all the way out of the Bio building where he almost collided with Grant. Kelvin strode resolutely past him. He wanted to be far away from the Bio building and everything it stood for.

  Grant had probably been on his way inside because he had an appointment to spank someone, but he followed Kelvin, keeping up easily despite Kelvin’s brisk pace thanks to his longer legs.

  “How did it go?”

  “What do you care?”

  “Did you let Józef spank you?”

  “Józef?”

  “Mr. Horvath.”

  “Why wouldn’t I?” That was the deal, right? Kelvin was in a study, and that was the study.

  Grant didn’t answer the question, just kept walking by Kelvin’s side.

  “Why are you following me?” Kelvin stopped to confront Grant head-on and got his first real look at him. He was a little disheveled, with his eyes wild and his hair down.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Kelvin asked in a kinder tone. He was pissed at Grant but also cared about him—more than he was allowed to say.

  “I couldn’t sleep last night. Thinking about you and Józef.”

  “It was fine. Not a big deal. He has a swing like Grandma Moses.”

  “So you let him spank you?”

  “What was I supposed to do?”

  “I don’t know.” Grant shook his head. “I know you need the spankings—”

  “And you won’t give them to me. But in the meantime, you’re spanking other people.”

  “Not anymore. I quit the study. Dr. Abidi’s not so happy with me, but I told him it was bringing up ugly memories from my childhood, and I think he bought it. I’m on a new study now. I monitor self-reported calorie intake to map eating habits against life stressors. Fun.”

  That made Kelvin so happy. Not the part where Grant was bored with his new job, but the part where Grant wasn’t spanking anyone else’s ass.

  “I quit too. I didn’t let Mr. Horvath finish, and anyway, it was just routine to him. You don’t have to be jealous.”

  “I’m not jealous.”

  “I think you’re jealous.” Kelvin might struggle with executive dysfunction, but he recognized emotions when he had them. Jealousy was definitely what he’d been feeling when he thought about Grant spanking that woman, and unless he was way off, jealousy was why Grant looked like he’d slept in his clothes last night. “You don’t want anyone to spank me except you.”

  Grant ran his fingers through his hair, scrunching them up like he was about to tear it out. Kelvin untangled them gently. Grant’s hair was beautiful. Everything about Grant was beautiful, not just his long, strong fingers, but maybe especially his long, strong fingers. Oh, and that cock. That’d been a nice cock. No wonder Kelvin had been sad all week. He’d almost had something and then he’d lost it, but maybe he could get it back.

  “If you’re not working on the study, and I’m not enrolled in the study, then why couldn’t you spank me?”

  “But if we’re not doing the study, why would I—? Oh. You mean like…”

  “Boyfriends.”
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  “Boyfriends?” Grant squeaked, as if Kelvin had just proposed the most outlandish idea ever, but it was a solid plan.

  “Boyfriends,” he repeated sternly, channeling Grant’s spanking persona because Grant was a little lost right now and needed help the way Kelvin often did. “We like each other. A lot.” He tried not to put a question mark on the end of that sentence, but one hovered there anyway.

  Grant nodded, just a bit, which gave Kelvin the courage to continue.

  “We both like it when you spank me, plus it helps me out. Boyfriends help each other out. And then, after one boyfriend helps the other boyfriend in a very special way that’s just for them, they might fuck.”

  “Fuck.”

  Kelvin wasn’t sure if Grant was parroting him, agreeing with him, or just meant fuck. As in fuck, I’m so confused/amazed/scared/delighted. Kelvin decided to go with delighted. He stretched up on his toes and kissed Grant right on the lips. He loved those little kisses Grant dropped on his head during a punishment session, but this was something else.

  It started slow, like they were both learning how kisses worked, but after a minute, Grant’s hands came up to frame his face. He held it still and started kissing him for real, plundering his mouth with a dominant tongue, and oh, maybe Kelvin really was submissive because he clung to Grant’s wrists and just let him take, right there on the grass of a busy quad, with his dick hardening and his head swirling and a whole new world of promise opening up to him.

  “Does that mean yes?” Kelvin asked when Grant drew back to regard him with eyes that were no longer wild but were definitely still passionate.

  “It means let’s get your ass over to my apartment. Somebody’s due for a spanking.”

  Yes!

  Chapter 11

  Grant lived within easy walking distance of campus in an apartment he had all to himself, which was nice. Kelvin hadn’t been too keen on being observed through a two-way mirror, and he wasn’t any more keen on having a nosy roommate listen to him kick his heels and whine his way through a spanking, although he was very interested in the spanking itself and just as interested in what would come after.

  They detoured past a convenience store to pick up lube and condoms because Grant said he thought he had some but it was better to be sure. Kelvin whole-heartedly agreed. There was going to be a shitload of fucking, if Kelvin had anything to say about it, and they didn’t want to run out of condoms at a crucial moment.

  Grant’s apartment was typical post-grad—a small one-bedroom furnished in a combination of Ikea and random freeware—but it was super organized and tidy, which Kelvin had expected. Everything about Grant was organized and tidy, except for that hair when it came down. The two of them were going to be great boyfriends, complementing and opposing each other perfectly. But right at the moment, it was a little nerve-wracking because here they were, the two of them alone together in a completely different environment, starting down a whole new path without any roadmap, and Kelvin wasn’t sure what step to take next.

  Luckily, Grant seemed to know. Kelvin had barely managed to take in the ugly view out of the narrow windows before Grant lowered the blinds to hide it.

  “Don’t need anyone watching,” he said with a wink, even though he lived on the third floor where no one could watch them except the birds. But Kelvin liked the blinds being down. It gave the combination living room/dining room a vibe similar to their cinderblock bunker. There was even a little round table with two wood chairs, perfect for getting his ass spanked over.

  Grant took one of the chairs and gestured for Kelvin to take the other. The plastic bag containing the lube and condoms sat on the table between them, a cheerful reminder of what would come next. Grant’s face, on the other hand, was anything but cheerful.

  “Show me your list,” he said, like he knew how bad it was going to be.

  Kelvin rummaged through his backpack for it, wondering if he’d left it with Mr. Horvath, but no, he was just disorganized, as always. He found it crumpled into one of the side pockets.

  Grant shook his head as he scanned it. “This is really bad, Kelvin.”

  “I know.” Kelvin stopped being excited about the spanking to come as he remembered how fucked he was after another week of blowing off most of his assignments. He’d been teetering on the edge of failure when he joined the study, so that even though he’d had some good weeks since then, he really couldn’t afford one like this.

  “You’re going to have to be perfect the rest of the semester,” Grant said. “No screwing around at all.”

  “You’ll help, right?”

  “Oh yeah.” Grant grinned. “I’m going to help a lot.”

  “More than once a week?”

  “How much more?”

  Kelvin considered. A spanking every day would be too much. His ass wouldn’t take it. But by day four he’d lost most of the magic—that combination of memory and pain that kept him on task. “Two or three times a week?”

  “Deal.”

  “It won’t hurt your hand too much?”

  Grant flexed his fingers, those beautiful instruments of torture. “I’ll live with the pain. After all, that’s what you’ll be doing.”

  Kelvin swallowed. He was setting himself up for a world of hurt, but he needed it. Craved it. Couldn’t wait to have it.

  “Even if I’m good,” he insisted. “You can’t stop when I’m succeeding because if you do, I’ll fail.”

  “I understand. Come here a sec.” Grant opened his arms, and Kelvin left his chair to crawl into them. Grant balanced him on his lap, cradling him securely. “I’m going to take care of you, Kelvin. Such good care. Give you everything you need so you never doubt that you can do this. You can focus. You can succeed. You’re cherished and…”

  “Loved?” Kelvin asked, fishing a little.

  “Loved.” Grant kissed the top of his head. Exactly perfect. Then he stood Kelvin up on his feet. “Drop ’em, little boy.”

  Kelvin ditched his pants. Grant gave his boxers an unimpressed look. “Those go too.”

  Kelvin leaned over to take off his shoes so he could shuck everything at once, but Grant stopped him. “No, I want your pants around your ankles. That’s how you deserve to get it.”

  Ooh, this was going to be good. Kelvin eagerly pushed his boxers down until they bunched up with his jeans, then draped himself over Grant’s lap. Grant patted his bare ass cheeks lightly.

  “You killed me that day you showed up in a jock, little brat. You knew how much I wanted to have my hand on your naked hiney, didn’t you?”

  Hiney. It was so juvenile. Kelvin squirmed, already getting hard. “I wanted it too,” he admitted. Just this—Grant brushing his hand over the flesh he was about to redden was so good. The anticipation was delicious, and a connection thrummed between them. Kelvin could feel Grant’s love in his touch.

  “This is going to be rough,” Grant said, which was just another way of saying I love you. “You deserve it. For teasing me. For letting Mr. Horvath touch you. For the shitty week you had.”

  “And for trying to get you in trouble with Dean Schuster,” Kelvin added. He felt so bad about that. He wanted to be punished for it so he could stop feeling guilty for it. “I went to him one day when I was mad about the study.”

  “Little shit.” The first blow fell. “I’m going to spank you so fucking hard.”

  Man, he wasn’t kidding. That first slap, falling on the center of Kelvin’s right ass cheek, landed hard enough that Kelvin bounced. Pain crackled through him like electricity, and he let out a moan that was half agony and half contentment. He’d been bad and he was paying the price, but the price was wonderful.

  They had all the privacy and time they could want, and they used it. Grant really let him have it, while Kelvin kicked his feet, bound together as they were by his jeans. Grant had been right about that. Kelvin needed to be treated like the bad boy he was, with his pants down and his ass up over his authority figure’s knee, left to wail and thrash witho
ut any hope of mercy.

  One blow after another crashed down, evenly spread across all his throbbing flesh. A smack on the meaty part of his cheek, another on the tender flesh at the top of his thigh, then one right across the crack. Kelvin humped as he thrashed, the pleasure of friction balancing the pain of being perfectly spanked. Grant’s cock was as hard as his, jammed against his side, unmistakable now that Grant wasn’t making any effort to hide it, and Kelvin made sure to graze it as he rocked, giving back the pleasure he was getting until he was such a mess of pain and joy and regret that he burst into deep, wrenching sobs.

  All the fear and worry came out—relieved at last. Grant switched to more gentle taps, though Kelvin could still feel them all the way through him. His ass was on fire. He would be sitting gingerly for days, right up until his next spanking. And the realization that there would be a next spanking—one he could count on, one that would come as soon as this one wore off—had him crying even harder. He was just so incredibly grateful to be taken care of this way.

  “There you go,” Grant said. “Good boy. Stand over there for me. Show me your shame.”

  Kelvin snuffled his way to his feet and hobbled over to the corner Grant had indicated. He put his nose into it and let his tears fall more quietly, attuned to Grant behind him, knowing he was being watched.

  “Your ass is so incredibly hot,” Grant said, accompanied by the whirr of him taking down his zipper. He would be stroking himself now, getting pleasure out of Kelvin’s humiliation and pain. “Fuck, Kelvin. I’m really, really going to enjoy taking care of you. Your ass is going to be permanently red.” Underlying Grant’s words, Kelvin could hear the sounds of him stroking himself, that light whisper of flesh over flesh and the pleased noises he made.

  “Come here,” he said finally, and Kelvin hobbled his way back over. Grant sat with his pants open and his cock out, his legs spread wide as if his balls needed room and his hand sliding over his shaft. “I think you know what to do.”