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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Student/Teacher, principal!Derek, Spanking, Dubious_Consent
  Series:
      Part 9 of Mating_Games
  Collections:
      Mating_Games:_The_Teen_Wolf_Pornation_Weekly_Challenges_Revealed
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-21 Words: 723
****** Hot for Teacher, err Principal ******
by badwolfbadwolf
Summary
     Stiles gets sent to the principal's office.
Notes
     This was written for the Mating Games Week 6 Challenge: Tropes, #25.
     I optimistically am planning on continuing this, so hopefully that
     will happen sometime in the near future. Ish. <3
See the end of the work for more notes
Stiles squirmed on the seat, his embarrassment at being sent to the principal’s
office at the age of seventeen making his cheeks flush bright red. Just because
he’d been texting in class a few times. Or seven. And perhaps he shouldn’t have
mocked Coach’s haircut, but really, couldn’t he see he was balding? That man
had no sense of humor.
The door creaked open ominously and Stiles swallowed and stood, feeling like he
was seven again. He took heavy steps past the threshold and into the large,
dark office, eyes trained on the floor. He plopped down in the chair before
looking up to see the man seated across the desk from him, his jaw dropping in
shock.
“Derek?” He leaned forward, hands braced on his legs, his mouth curving up into
a huge smile until laughter bubbled up and out of him as he took in Derek’s
blue silk tie and ridiculous tweed jacket.
Derek looked less than amused, fingers drumming along the big chair’s armrests.
The whole ensemble made him look older and in charge, and Stiles was really
digging it.
“What did you do this time, Stiles?” Derek asked in a no-nonsense way that made
Stiles giggle.
“How are you the principal? What, are they just taking anyone who walks in off
the street? I mean, I know it’s been a tough job to fill. But still… you?”
Derek gave a roguish smile that made Stiles’ skin tingle and had him squirming
with a meek grin to mask his nervousness.
“That’s Mr. Hale, please. And believe it or not, I am qualified to do this job.
Now, I asked you before. What did you do?”
“Texting in Coach’s class,” Stiles finally blurted out, feeling embarrassment
creep down his neck. Derek held out his hand and Stiles fumbled in his pocket,
pulling out the phone and placing it in Derek’s palm. Derek took it and sat
back in his chair, lining it up on the edge of the desk as he fixed Stiles with
a pointed gaze.
“What do you think the proper punishment is for this, Stiles?”
Stiles’ palms were instantly sweaty, his shirt collar choking him. He tugged at
it, unsure how to answer the question and knowing he’d never felt like this in
the principal’s office before. Mostly it had been death threats and the like.
When Stiles remained silent Derek raised his eyebrow, the muscle in his cheek
jumping. “Stand up and pull your pants down.”
“What? No way,” was Stiles’ immediate response, his dick chubbing up in his
underwear. He crossed his legs quickly, trying to hide his embarrassment and
his arousal at Derek’s stern demeanor and hot teacher look.
“Do it now or I’ll call your dad.”
And that had Stiles scrambling to stand, hand lowering to his zipper even
though he couldn’t quite believe what he was about to do. He pushed the pants
down over his hips, feeling humiliated as his half-hard dick sprung free
beneath Derek’s hot gaze.
Derek rounded the corner of the desk and slid up behind Stiles, pressing him
forward at the shoulders and making him lean against the desk. The position
pushed Stiles’ ass out and he felt his face flaming as Derek’s hands rubbed
warmly against his naked skin and then forced the two cheeks apart.
The first slap of Derek’s palm made Stiles startle, like he’d been under the
illusion that something else might be happening. Then there was a second and a
third, the pain fanning out with a dull heat. Derek must have experience at
spanking because he waited just the right amount of time for Stiles to relax
before he was at it again, drawing little yelps while Stiles hung his head and
just took it.
“You’re not enjoying this, are you, Stiles?” Derek whispered as he reached
around and grasped Stiles’ cock.
“N-no,” Stiles got out, his body jerking forward into the tight fist.
“Liar,” Derek whispered as he twisted his hand. Another swat made Stiles lift
on his toes and suddenly his orgasm rushed over his skin, his come spurting out
over Derek’s fingers and onto the stacks of paperwork on the desk.
Derek stepped back, smoothing down his jacket as Stiles panted, red-faced and
bare-bottomed.
“Detention after school today, Mr. Stilinski. You have to clean up this mess,
after all.”
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