Warning: Disciplinary violence and, um, sensual kinks below?

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Habacuc Alexander had served the Montcroix family since he was six years old. He was in his forties and was quite handsome. The scholar wore rimless glasses that framed his deep, amber eyes. His hair was a dark violet. The entire Alexander family line had assisted the Montcroix family line for centuries upon centuries. Habacuc was proud of having tutored and raised Master Alistair Montcroix since infancy. Alistair was well-educated, well-behaved, and well-groomed. The young Nightmare before him, however, was most certainly not any of those things.

"Young Master, you shouldn't pile books with red and orange covers on the ground in that manner. What if someone needs to use one of those books as research and cannot find it?" The scholar prompted.

Felix Montcroix completely ignored the man. "Habby, did you know that there was a tribe on Earth where humans ran around in nothing but loincloths around a fire?" He commented as he quickly tugged off his pants and underwear and began to skip around the pile of red and orange books. "I'm sure it went something like this!" He said as he began to wiggle his butt and dance.

"Y-Young Master!" Habacuc gasped. "I insist that you dress yourself this instant!" Though it was true that Alistair had his moments of mischief as a young child, he was most certainly nowhere near as a handful as Felix. At least, from what Habby remembered. He may have blocked out a few instances in the past.

The Nightmare teenager simply began to chant and trill as he skipped and danced about half naked.

"Felix Elliocutious Montcroix!" hissed a six foot tall Nightmare as he took in the scene upon walking into the library. The newcomer wore a business suit, had dark copper hued hair that was slicked back tidily, and a set of piercing ruby red eyes, eyes that were currently narrowed. "Firstly, it would be an insult to the culture to presume what their tribal dances would be. Secondly, it is a mockery to perform as such in the royal library, and thirdly, you are late for your dancing lessons."

"In rebuttal," Felix called while continuing to gyrate around his fire-colored book pile. "Firstly, artistic license is a thing. Two, the royal library could use some excitement." The brown-haired teen shook his ass at his ruby-eyed tutor. "And, tertiary, I am dancing right now, therefore going to dancing lessons seems a waste of time, especially considering the ridiculous monkey suit I am forced to wear while doing it." The young Nightmare threw his pants on the pretend fire. "Burn, monkey suit! Burn!"

Though Habby himself was only a few inches shorter than the red-eyed man, he had to admit that the younger scholar had a strong aura around him. Habacuc felt that there wasn't another Nightmare in the world that would have the patience to try to keep Felix in line. The Montcroix were lucky to have him.

The young tutor straightened his tie and posture as his eyes hardened. "My sincerest apologies, Sir Habacuc." He said with a tilt of his head as he took a few long strides towards the youth. The teenage Nightmare had chocolate brown hair and peridot green eyes. His skin was evenly tanned, as was apparent by the hue of his quivering butt cheeks. The boy was clever but rebellious. Lucien had just about enough of his misbehavior. "That will be quite enough." He ground out as he hefted the Nightmare over his shoulder and gave a sharp slap across both butt cheeks with his large hand. He then picked up the pants and underwear with the other hand as he walked all the way to the ballroom, undaunted.

Habacuc shook his head as he watched them leave, a small smile on his face. He had almost forgotten the final card that Lucien had hidden in his hand. The older Nightmare began to hum to himself as he began to put the books back in their proper place.

"Hey!" Felix protested when he was picked up, before yelping at the stinging smack to his bare buns. He kicked his legs ineffectually as his tutor strode purposefully through the halls. "Lucy, come on. Let me down." Felix let out a little gasp as his body shifted, rubbing his crotch across the fine fabric of Lucien's shirt. "Unf. You better hurry or I'm going to get a chub from you bouncing me around to hump your shoulder." The teen's words were crass and bold, but a blush stained his face.

When they finally walked through the doors, Lucien dismissed any of the lingering servers and walked over to one of the chairs lined up against the wall. He placed the clothes on the chair beside him and draped the squabbling Nightmare across his lap, giving him another sharp smack across his backside. "My given name is Lucien, not Lucy."

"What the fuck are you doing?" Felix squawked, struggling to escape from the embarrassing position.

The teen had earned the occasional swat from his tutor when he was younger, but even as a child, the man had never gone so far as to take him over his knee, especially not bare-assed. Though, Felix internally admitted that the nakedness of his butt was his really his own fault. Still, Lucien spanking him like a naughty little boy was certainly beyond the pale, and Felix's continued protests commented on that, loudly.

"A Nightmare of your status and breeding does not defile his mouth with profanity," Lucien growled as his hand came down once again against the soft skin. "Nor does he ever raise his voice." He added as he gave him two more slaps. The young man had grown tired of the teenager's antics.

"That hurts!" Felix yelped indignantly. "Shit, Lucien, ease off!"

His words only seemed to inflame his copper-haired tutor further. He continued to spank the defiant Nightmare even when his hand began to sting. The fight started to go out of Felix as he exhausted himself. He was finally reduced to kicking his feet as Lucien continued swatting his bare backside.

Lucien's hand stung, but he ignored it as he slid his hand along the reddened skin, his long fingers dipping into the crease as he gave the Nightmare's butt cheek a gentle squeeze.

"Why do you insist on misbehaving, little one?" He hissed.

Felix turned his head, refusing to answer. Tears had sprung to his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. The worst thing, the most awful and terrible thing, was that the burn in his backside wasn't entirely unpleasant. It seemed to spread its tingling warmth through his ass and teased other areas of his body that really seemed to enjoy it. He couldn't help but squirm a little.

"Are you refusing to respond?" He questioned with a raised brow as he used his hand to spread the cheeks. There was a time that he would have never been so crass as to touch the boy in such private places. However, he was at his last straw. The teenager was finally of age. He needed to understand the consequences of his actions.

"Ahn!" Felix cried out, his back arching. The brunet Nightmare bit his lip and closed his peridot eyes tight. His breath came in hurried pants.

The taller Nightmare dug his fingers harder into the tender flesh, pressing his thumb along the patch of skin beneath. "Act like a child and you will be treated like one." He spoke firmly. "However..." He said as he slid his thumb down more private areas. "...whenever you feel you are ready to act like the young adult that you are, it might draw forth a different kind of attention altogether." He used his other hand to hold the base of Felix's spine in place as he grinded him down against his thigh.

"S-sir," the smaller Nightmare moaned out, reverting to the title he'd called his tutor for years. "Please..." Felix clung to the firm thigh under him.

Lucien felt the sound of his pupil's voice all the way down to his gut. It was one thing to discipline a teen that was well overdue a spanking. It was another thing to take advantage of the situation. As one of his hands slid up and down a soft, tanned thigh, the scholar made his decision. He pinched one of the tempting butt cheeks before him.

"Please what? Speak in proper sentences." He instructed.

"Sir," Felix swallowed hard. "Please, do something to me..."

With his two forefingers, Lucien dragged a line down the sides of the boy's spine from the base of his neck all the way back down to the base. "Something? That's not specific enough. 'Something' could be pain." He rumbled as he dug his free hand into Felix's locks and tugged hard enough to hurt. "'Something' could be a pleasure." He articulated as he snuck his other hand below to cup and squeeze the teenager's member.

"Whatever you want," Felix whispered, his hips moving to rub himself on the muscled leg under him.

Lucien's breath hitched. He maneuvered the boy so that he straddled the tutor. He shoved Felix's hips down against his own, mindful of the fact that the new position would cause the teenager discomfort in regards to his stinging backside.

"Look at me." He ordered as he held the younger man's hip in place with one hand and used the other to get a firm hold of the back of Felix's head. "You are to take responsibility for your actions, just as I accept responsibility for my actions." He demanded just before he dove down to kiss the very life out of the smaller Nightmare. His kiss was not gentle in the slightest; it was savage. His tongue, teeth, and lips dominated every corner of the teenager's mouth.

Felix gasped and then moaned. The ache against his burning ass was delicious, and it made other parts of his body throb. The kiss completely overwhelmed him. The Nightmare had never experienced anything like it. He was eighteen; he had fooled around with friends, a cousin, and the occasional servant. But, none had been as skilled and dominating as his tutor.

Felix hoped it would never stop.

The teenager threw his arms around Lucien's neck, wriggling to press himself further against the scholar, begging with his body for more.

"Responsibilities," Felix gasped. "Yes, sir."

A satisfied, salacious smirk formed on Lucien's face. One that Felix had never seen before. "Would you give yourself to me, little one?" He asked as he slid a hand beneath the Nightmare's shirt and stroked a path up Felix's chest, taking a moment to scratch at a nipple. "And turn others away?"

Felix arched into the rough touch. His mind swirled. He wasn't entirely sure what Lucien was asking. The scholar wanted him, wanted his body, at least. He couldn't imagine the handsome and proper man could want him for his personality. Felix knew he was barely more than a shallow brat. But if the scholar wanted him in only a physical way, the young Nightmare would take it. If Lucien didn't want Felix to fool around with others, that was probably just pride or propriety. He could do that. The tutor was probably more than the teen could handle, in any case.

The tall, ruby-eyed Nightmare brought out something strange in Felix. He wanted the scholar's eyes on him, always. When he was younger, he worked harder to get his praise. Something had changed over the last few years. The teenager had grown strangely frustrated, a feeling that sat in his belly and pulled at him to act out. Felix seemed to draw more and more scoldings instead of praise. There was an attraction to it, seeing the put-together Lucien with his ruby eyes flaring and his cheeks flushed. When Felix had pushed the scholar too far, this time, Lucien's domination had left the green-eyed Nightmare pliant and submissive. It was new and exciting for Felix. He found that he craved it, wanted more.

"Yes, sir," the smaller Nightmare closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Lucien's. Felix's crest, hidden by his hair, tingled. "Take me, please."

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