Habacuc Alexander had served the Montcroix family since the age of six. Now in his forties, he remained a strikingly handsome man. Rimless glasses adorned his deep, amber eyes, and his hair, a dark shade of violet, set him apart. For centuries, the Alexander family had faithfully assisted the Montcroix line, and Habacuc took great pride in having tutored and raised Master Alistair Montcroix from infancy. Alistair had grown into a model Nightmare—well-educated, well-behaved, and impeccably groomed. The young Nightmare before Habacuc now, however, was none of those things.

"Young Master, you shouldn’t pile red and orange books on the ground like that. What if someone needs one for research and cannot find it?” the scholar said.

Felix Montcroix ignored him entirely. "Habby, did you know there was a tribe on Earth where humans ran around in nothing but loincloths around a fire?" he announced, tugging off his pants and underwear, then skipping around the pile of red and orange books. "I’m sure it went something like this!" he added, wiggling his butt and launching into a wild dance.

"Y-Young Master!" Habacuc said. "I insist that you dress yourself this instant!" Alistair had certainly been mischievous as a child, but he’d never been as much of a handful as Felix—at least, not as far as Habby could recall. Then again, perhaps he’d chosen to forget a few incidents.

The teenage Nightmare broke into a chant, trilling as he continued his half-naked dance around the library.

"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 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 said 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!"

Although Habby was only a few inches shorter than the red-eyed man, even he had to admit the younger scholar’s presence was formidable. Habacuc doubted there was another Nightmare in the world with the patience required to keep Felix in line.

The young tutor straightened his tie and posture as his eyes hardened. "My sincerest apologies, Sir Habacuc." He said, tilting 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 go, a small smile playing on his lips. He had nearly forgotten about Lucien’s hidden ace. Humming to himself, Habacuc set about returning the books to their proper places.

"Hey!" Felix protested as Lucien hefted him up, letting out a startled yelp when his tutor’s hand landed sharply on his bare backside. He squirmed and kicked, but Lucien strode on, unfazed. "Lucy, come on. Let me down." Felix’s bravado faltered as his body shifted, his crotch brushing against Lucien’s crisp shirt. "Unf. You better hurry, or I’ll get hard from you bouncing me around like this." Though his words were bold, a telltale blush colored his cheeks.

Once inside the ballroom, Lucien dismissed the lingering servers and headed straight for a row of chairs along the wall. He set Felix’s clothes neatly on a chair and draped the squirming teenager across his lap, delivering another firm smack to his backside. "My given name is Lucien, not Lucy," he said sharply.

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

Felix had earned the occasional swat from his tutor as a child, but Lucien had never gone so far as to take him over his knee—certainly not bare-assed. Felix grudgingly admitted the nudity was his own fault, but being spanked like a naughty child felt utterly humiliating. His loud protests made his feelings clear.

"A Nightmare of your status and breeding does not use such language," Lucien said, bringing his hand down once more. "Nor does he raise his voice." He punctuated his words with two more sharp slaps, clearly having grown tired of Felix’s antics.

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

Felix’s defiance only seemed to spur Lucien on. The copper-haired tutor kept spanking him, even as his own hand began to sting. Gradually, Felix’s fight ebbed away, leaving him reduced to weakly kicking his feet under the relentless swats.

Lucien’s hand throbbed, but he ignored the discomfort as he slid his fingers along Felix’s heated skin, gently squeezing a reddened cheek and letting his touch linger in the crease.

"Why do you insist on misbehaving, little one?" Lucien hissed, his voice low and edged with exasperation.

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 thing, was that the burn in his backside wasn't entirely unpleasant. It seemed to spread its tingling warmth through his ass and teased his cock and balls. He couldn't help but squirm a little as his penis plumped.

"Are you refusing to respond?" He questioned with a raised brow as he used his hand to spread the cheeks, gently sliding his thumb along the puckered skin hidden within. There was a time that he would have never been so crass as to touch the boy in such private places. However, he was on 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 pressed his thumb along the sensitive skin beneath Felix’s entrance, just before the base of his shaft. "Act like a child and you’ll be treated like one," he said, voice firm. "However…" His thumb slid down between Felix’s balls, gliding teasingly side to side, "…when you’re ready to act like the young adult you are, you might get a different kind of attention." He used his other hand to steady Felix’s spine, grinding the boy 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 said.

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

With two forefingers, Lucien traced a line down Felix’s spine, from the nape of his neck to the small of his back. "Something? That’s not specific enough. ‘Something’ could mean pain." He rumbled, threading his free hand into Felix’s hair and tugging just hard enough to sting. "Or it could mean pleasure." His other hand slid down to cup and squeeze Felix’s partially erect member.

"Whatever you want," Felix whispered, his hips moving to rub himself on the muscled leg under him, his pre-cum leaving a damp smear on the fabric.

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 regarding his stinging backside.

"Look at me," he said, holding the younger man’s hip in place with one hand and using 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 said 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 his cock throb. The kiss completely overwhelmed him. The Nightmare had never experienced anything like it. He was eighteen; he had fooled around with friends 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, wicked smirk curved Lucien’s lips—one Felix had never seen before. "Would you give yourself to me, little one?" he asked, sliding a hand beneath Felix’s shirt and trailing it up his chest, pausing to tease 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 that a handsome and proper man could wish for 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 more than the teen could handle.

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 receive more and more scoldings than 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."