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Justin's groin throbbed in anticipation at the thought of Nick bent over and being punished. He slowly stood
and stretched, his hands moving to his belt. Nick shook his head. "No Mr. Timberlake. I've brought you a
special belt." He reached into the backpack that was hanging off of one shoulder, dropping his books to the
floor clumsily. The crooked smile that he threw Justin told the younger man that he'd meant to do that. That
he was keeping up the ,nervous student' persona. He bent over at the waist to try and pick the books up,
fumbling them even more to give him more time with his ass in the air. Justin was standing behind him and
Nick could feel the intense glare his lover was giving him, probably enjoying the view. Finally he scooped
them up and placed them on the coffee table, winking at Justin quickly. He dug around in the bag until he
found what he was looking for, presenting a leather strap up for Justin to see. "Actually, it's a present for you.
It's a set. I bought it for you with my own money."
Justin took the items from Nick,s shaking hands and inspected them, noticing that there was a strap as well as
leather restraints. He looked at Nick and cocked his head to the side. "You bought these? With your own
money?"
Nick nodded, smiling shyly. "Yes sir. I saved up my allowance for them. Told my momma that I was going to
buy something real special with it. Every chore I had to do I thought of you using that belt, spanking me with
it." Nick,s voice dropped and he licked his lips seductively. Justin's eyes flickered down to his groin and Nick
stepped in closer, "so do you want to test it out Mr. Timberlake?"
"Well Nickolas. You do know how I hate tardiness. I do believe that you need to be punished, so ..." Justin
snapped the belt over the couch violently, causing both men to jump. They were now standing face to face
and Justin could feel Nick,s laboured breathing against his cheek. He leaned in to nudge the blonde's nose
with his own. "Get on your knees, I want to see that ass in the air."
Nick moved to undo his pants and was stopped by a sharp slap to his ass with Justin's hand. Startled, Nick's
eyes opened wide and his mouth dropped open. "Mr. Timberlake.. I figured you would..."
"Hands out." When Nick didn,t move Justin,s voice became louder and sharper. "Nickolas Gene, I said for you
to put your hands out. NOW." Nick obeyed, a soft moan escaping his lips. Justin used the restraints to tie
Nick's hands together in front of his body, grinning the entire time. "You like this Nicky?" He could see the
flush on Nick's face, the seductive pout his lips had formed and chuckled. "Such a naughty boy Nicky. You're
such a bad boy, and bad boys get punished. I think that's what you like, you like to be reprimanded..."
"Please Mr. Timberlake...."
Justin's hands dropped to Nick's waist, lingering on his belt buckle. He stroked Nick's erection in teasing
movements of his hand, enjoying the look of pleasure that was etched into his facial features. Slowly he
undid the belt, pulling it entirely out of their belt loops. Next he undid the button and lowered the zipper,
sliding his hand inside just slightly. Their eyes met and Nick blushed as Justin grinned. "Well Nicky ..looks like
you've forgotten to wear underwear. It's for easy access isn't it? Are you a slut? A whore?"
Nick was speechless, the sound of raw unadulterated lust echoing in Justin's voice. He trembled and felt his
cock twitch under Justin's fleeting touches with his fingertips.
"Yeah, I think you are. I think you're my slut. My whore. That's why you were late, so I would give you what you
want." Justin finally breached the distance between them and kissed Nick passionately, ravaging his mouth
furiously. He knew that Nick wanted his hands free, but knowing that his lover was restrained was so much
more erotic. As they kissed, Justin pushed Nick's pants down to his ankles, feeling his cock spring free
between them. The kiss broke and both men were breathless as Justin led Nick to the desk along the wall.
There was an electricity between them as Justin kissed Nick one more time before turning him around and
bending him over the table, his pants still bunched around his ankles. "Nickolas, I have to admit, you are
stunning like this. Bent over my desk, ass in the air. None of my other students are as beautiful as you, front
and back." Justin groped the fleshy cheeks of Nick's ass, bending down to place openmouthed kisses on it,
biting it ever so gently. "I know I'm your teacher, but I can't deny how much I love having you like this. Or
having you at all. You're just so fucking hot." Justin reached for the leather belt and tested it on his hand,
jumping at the sting. He took one last look at Nick before taking a swipe, wincing at the sound of the leather
meeting Nick's skin. "But this has to be a secret, between you and I. The school wouldn't understand this.
They don't know that you're a naughty little whore who needs to punishment and I'm the only one that can
give it to you." Nick yelped and Justin moaned, repeating the action. ,,But I know that you love it when I give it
to you. That's why you're always acting up. So we can end up back here."
Justin struck again. And again. And again.
Unintelligible words were coming from Nick's mouth as he braced himself for each blow, his back arching
provocatively and his ass thrust higher up in the air. Justin on the other hand was moaning and grunting,
losing himself in the role. He felt Nick tremble and shake more violently than he had been previously and
paused, taking a deep breath. Cocking his head to the side he licked his lips. "Nickolas. Stand up."
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