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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_Vampire_Diaries_(TV), The_Vampire_Diaries_&_Related_Fandoms
  Relationship:
      Elena_Gilbert/Alaric_Saltzman
  Character:
      Alaric_Saltzman, Elena_Gilbert
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Language, Explicit_Sexual_Content, High_School, Teacher-Student
      Relationship, Punishment, Spanking, Desk_Sex
  Collections:
      Lonely_Prompts_Club_Hosts:_TVD_Anon, Active:_My_Bingo_Cards:_Spanking
      World_Holiday_Bingo_(2017)
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-31 Words: 1902
****** History Is More Important Than Boys ******
by agirlnamedtruth
Summary
     When Elena's assignment is late again, Alaric has to draw the line
     between friend and teacher.
Notes
     Prompt: He has to draw the line somewhere.
     Fills my "Teacher or Coach" square at Spanking World's Holiday Bingo.
     Underage as Elena is still in highschool and both she and Alaric are
     both alive and human. Other than that it's a vague post-Jenna's Death
     timeline. Can also work as an AU.
See the end of the work for more notes
Alaric nodded at each student in turn as they handed in their papers, trying to
smile as he watched his evening quickly whittled down to red pen and
arbitrarily assigning them letters of the alphabet. As he ticked off names, he
couldn’t help notice the one still unchecked, the one student lingering at the
back even though he’d stopped thinking of her as just as student a long while
ago.
When every last pupil had left the room, he frowned at his list, pretending he
hadn’t watched her the whole time and had only just noticed her lack of
enthusiasm when it came to submitting her homework. “Elena, have you got your
paper for me?”
Elena stepped forward but her arms were clutching her books to her chest rather
than holding out a few stapled pieces of paper like her classmates had. She
looked down at her shoes, not meeting his eyes. “I forgot, I’m sorry. First
there was that thing with Stefan and then Damon… well, you know Damon.”
“Elena, this paper is worth half your overall grade for this year, it’s really
important,” Alaric sighed, pushing the stack of impending work away from him.
It wasn’t the first paper Elena had been late for, or failed to submit
entirely. He covered for her as much as he could, entering average grades into
the system for her but he was starting to worry her education was taking too
much of a backseat to the endless Salvatore dramas. Was she skipping out on all
her classes or just his?
“I know,” Elena said in that soft, self-depreciating voice that got her out of
trouble more often than not. “I’ll do it tonight, I promise.”
“And if there’s some new boy emergency?” Alaric said thinly, his patience worn
thin from over a year of this. He regretted what he said the moment Elena’s
face fell; true hurt flickering across her features before they hardened.
“Fine, do you want me to sit here and write it now?” Elena asked defensively,
laying her books back down on her desk, her eyebrow raised slightly to back up
how ridiculous she thought it was. But Alaric didn’t give in. He nodded for her
to sit down and open her notepad, not quite sure what his next step should be.
Moving to stand beside her, he rolled his eyes out of sight, falling back on
the old boring punishment that served him so well when he wanted a quiet
detention class. “Fifty lines, History is more important than Damon and Stefan
Salvatore.”
“Really, Ric?” she asked, glancing up at him over her shoulder before she
decided that yes, he was serious and turned back to her notepad, scrawling out
the line in her pretty handwriting.
He watched her write it out fifty times, taking up two pages of her notepad,
even though he had papers to mark. Each time her pen formed one of their names,
he felt resentment pooling in his belly, heavy on his chest. He was kidding
himself, and not kidding her, that this was a simple matter of young love and
teen hormones replacing brain cells, it was far more complicated than that but
at the heart of it, the truth was even simpler than he would have it be. He was
jealous. When he was with Jenna, they used to see each other every day, then
after… well, he’d stuck around as long as he could, he couldn’t bring himself
to leave her to fend for herself but eventually he’d had to. And now? She
barely showed up for his classes and he could see her eyes glaze over, not
listening to a damn word he said when she did.
When she’d filled two pages, she looked up at him again, her eyes big,
expecting him to let her go now but something still niggled in the back of his
brain, telling him that even if he passed her now, despite her tardiness, he
was still failing her in other ways.
“Look, Elena, I know I’m not your legal guardian but I still feel responsible
for you and right now, you don’t have a proper parental figure in your life and
it’s starting to show,” Alaric tried to explain as he stepped closer behind
her, pressing into the back of her chair, curling his hand around it. “I think
you need a bit of discipline, just to set you back on the right track.”
“What do you mean?” Elena asked, not rising from her seat but blinking up at
him, searching his face for what he was trying to say. Trying to offer her.
“You don’t have to stay and write your essay now,” Alaric decided, rubbing one
palm over the over. “But you do have to stand up and bend over your desk.”
“Then I can go?” Elena asked uncertainly, stacking her books up, her notepad at
the top.
“Then you can go,” Alaric confirmed, hoping that once this was done, she would
be prudent enough to finish her essay unprompted, without any excuses or
pleading looks. It was a punishment that had worked on him in his earliest days
of wild youth.
Heaving a silent sigh, Elena pushed the books to the dead centre of the desk
and stood up, bending over so her elbows could comfortably rest on the stack.
Alaric stared at her ass for a moment, perfectly positioned yet irritatingly
still wrapped up in tight denim. A part of him longed to reach around her waist
and pull it down, do this properly but his classroom, even after hours, was not
the place.
Lifting his hand, he delivered the first short, sharp strike with his open
palm, feeling how soft her jeans were, how firm the flesh underneath was. To
his surprise, she didn’t make a sound, not even to protest the form her
punishment was taking. It was almost like she was expecting it. In fact, while
he hesitated on the second strike, he could swear she pushed her ass further
back towards him, wanting it.
Laying his hand on Elena’s hip, he brought his hand down again, surprised when
she let out a barely audible gasp. A third strike brought out a louder one, the
forth a full blown whimper. Alaric looked worriedly over at the door. He had to
hurry this up, between the fact it was unlocked and the convenient little
window, he’d be done for as soon as the cleaners started milling around and the
other teachers started finishing up their work, going home.
Bringing his hand down much faster, Alaric doled out another dozen smacks,
distracted by the subtle movement of her ass and the not so subtle sounds she
was making. He hated the fact she was making him hard, that somehow it felt
more like he was the one being punished.
“You know you’re not supposed to enjoy this, right?” he asked as her moans
started to cloud his mind, filling his senses with things he shouldn’t think
about. Like how wet she was and how good she smelled, how sweet she would taste
on his tongue. Things he shouldn’t think about her.
“I know, I’m sorry,” she said but in the same way she’d apologized for not
doing her homework, in the way that was supposed to make anyone weaken and
forgive her, feel sorry for her even. Alaric squeezed her hip tighter,
everything he shouldn’t do spiraling down into the depths of his brain, his
surface thoughts replaced with what he wanted to do.
“Elena, if you make one more sound, I’m going to have to give you a much
harsher punishment,” Alaric decided, his own voice sounding distant, the crack
of flesh against soft denim even more so. But the following moan of pleasure he
heard loud and clear, slicing right through any rational thought except that he
was sure she was doing it on purpose now.
His suspicion was confirmed when he reached around to her zip, her hands
rushing to help him pull her jeans and panties down, finding them just as wet
as he’d imagined them to be. Even if she was doing it on purpose to rile him up
and get out of writing her essay, at least she wasn’t faking.
“Fuck me, Ric,” she asked quietly, her hand curling around her books as she
reached back, clumsily stroking the front of his pants to make sure she’d
gotten him hard. He didn’t want to admit she’d gotten him hard since long
before she’d started wiggling her ass and begging him to fuck her.
Casting all caution and sensibility to the wind, Alaric unzipped his pants,
hastily dropping them to his knees and lining up his cock before he could think
better of it. Pressing into her, the heat of her cunt erased the rest of his
thoughts, good or bad. Biting back a groan, Alaric held onto her other hip as
Elena braced herself on the desk; her body rocking as he thrust into her, her
tight pussy opening up for him, her moans lower than when he’d spanked her.
Almost as if she could read his mind, she pushed her ass back again, drawing
his attention to the pale pink marks. “Hit me again, Ric.”
“Mr. Saltzman,” he reminded her, finding it easier if he drew the line between
friend and teacher, barely holding onto that single thread of sanity as he
pounded into her, losing himself as she pushed back against him again.
“Hit me, Mr. Saltzman,” Elena asked, glancing at him over her shoulder, her
hair perfectly framing her face, a glint of mischief in her eye. “Please.”
So caught up in the moment, Alaric didn’t even think twice before cracking his
hand over her exposed ass cheek, palm stinging from the contact like
electricity sparking between them. She clung to the desk tighter, her knuckles
turning white as her nails dug into the cheap wood. “Again.”
He hit her again in the same spot, his hand leaving a nice red mark on her
skin, her cunt tightening around him with each strike, dragging him closer to
the edge, forcing the first groan from his lips. “Elena.”
“Mr. Saltzman,” she gasped in reply, reaching down to stroke her clit, putting
her full weight onto the pile of books, bending over properly for him, barely
keeping her balance as her knees started to tremble, her orgasm breaking over
her and leaving her shaking on the desk, cheek pressed into her notebook, ink
smudged on her skin, marking her with the word history.
Barely catching himself in time, Alaric pulled out, cock still wet from her
pussy as he came over her ass, white beading over her red skin and dripping
down as she smiles up at him. “Can I go now, Ric? I’ve got an essay to write…”
Nodding half to himself, Alaric pulled up his pants, watching her do the same
in one smooth motion, standing like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
“Unless you want to stay and write it here?”
“I could… If I wouldn’t be disturbing you,” Elena said softly, taking her seat
and wriggling in it, moving her weight from one cheek to the other.
“I’m sure it will be fine,” Alaric said as he locked the door. He couldn’t do
anything about the window but then again, it was nearly five o’clock anyway.
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