“Get your bony butt into my office, now.” Markus growled. Sam wanted to grumble about it not technically being his office, but his fathers, however he had enough sense not to open his mouth. He followed obediently and silently to the office, closing the door quietly behind him, no need to let too many other people know of his disgrace - luckily there were no guards outside the door this time…

“Why has Mr Krass reported insubordination from you?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying, sir.” He stared at Markus’ chest, not daring to lift his eyes high enough to meet his mate’s own gold ones. “I never spoke a word to Mr Krass.”

“Then no one called Mr Krass old?”

“Someone did. It wasn’t me though, sir.”

“And that someone is?”

“I can’t say, sir.”

“But you know who did?” He leant forward, forcing Sam to look at his face.

“Yes, sir.” Markus pressed his lips together tightly, annoyance radiating from him. Neither of them moved for a minute. Markus brought his face even closer, the tip of his nose grazing down the bridge of Sam’s as he lowered himself down to the omega’s level. The silence in the room was holding Sam captive, this unfamiliar situation making him nervous - he knew what to do when Markus punished him, but now he just stood there staring.

Finally, Markus took a soft breath and whispered, “You know I have to punish you if you don’t tell me, right?” his breath tickled Sam’s hairless upper lip. Sam shivered.

“Yes, sir.”

“But what if I don’t want to?” Surprise hit Sam so hard that he lifted his eyes to stare into Markus’. His expression was wary and Sam felt the same, he couldn’t be sure Markus wasn’t messing with him.

“Then you could go easier on me, it’s your choice what punishment I get. No one is making you hurt me more than you have to… sir.” His heart was beating so hard he felt like he should be panting. He hadn’t said anything outrageous or incredibly rude but giving an alpha a dirty look was classed as disrespect - he hated to think what he might get for his choice of words.

Markus pondered his words for a few seconds before reaching out to take Sam’s jaw in his fingers and pull him up on his toes, pressing their lips together gently. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then an idea popped into Sam’s mind: reward his mate for being kind to him and maybe he could condition him into being nice all the time. He released a breathy moan and kissed him back, although he kept it short and sweet. When he pulled back he pretended to be embarrassed, pressing his hands against his cheeks, they were probably pink from being nervous but hopefully Markus would think he was shy about making submissive noises in front of him. He averted his eyes and tried to pull back but Markus blocked him with a hand on his lower back.

“What’s wrong?” He murmured.

“I…” Sam had to choose his words carefully, to seem both willing and innocent while stroking his mate’s ego. “I don’t like admitting that… I like… some of the stuff you do…”

“What kind of stuff do you like?” Markus pulled him closer and rested his backside on the desk so Sam was stood between his legs, their faces still not lined up but closer than when the alpha stood at his full height. Sam couldn’t believe they were having this conversation but he knew he needed to use it to his advantage. He rubbed at his arms and looked back up into those honey eyes, widening his own to look as vulnerable as he could.

“I… I like when…” He whined and lurched forward to hide his face in Markus’ t-shirt. For a moment the alpha didn’t move and Sam worried he would push him away, instead he wrapped his arms around his waist again. “I like when you kiss me…” He mumbled into the black cotton, he knew Markus could hear him, all wolves had powerful hearing but an alpha’s was superior even to them. Even so, Markus ‘mmm’d in return. “I like when you bite me in a nice way, not when you’re angry…” The image of the larger boy sucking and biting at his hip bones flashed into his mind, it was the closest his mate came to implying he found his body attractive. Again, Markus hummed in reply. “I like it any time you touch me when you don’t hurt me a lot… Even a little bit isn’t so bad… When…” He paused, unsure whether he should admit his secret shame. “When you spank me, I like it when it’s your hand.” This time Markus took longer to respond. He sighed, squeezed Sam in close for a moment and then released, letting his arms rest around his thin hips.

“I like spanking you.” He admitted. “I thought I was cruel and evil for wanting to find reasons to punish you but I just wanted to touch you without getting attached.” Sam was glad Markus couldn’t see his face as the look of shock that must have been plastered across his features would have been almost comical. Was Markus screwing with him? “That’s why I started using… other things to spank you with… When I spank you with my hands I get…” He let out a soft growl, sliding said hands under Sam’s thick jumper and the top underneath. “Really turned on.” The fingers trailing up Sam’s bare back massaged circles into his skin, working their way higher and higher… “Maybe that should be your punishment for being rude to Mr Krass…” He let the suggestion hang in the air. Sam considered it… This may be the best ending out of all the scenarios in his head… Much better than kicking up a fuss and ruining the moment… And he didn’t see any chance of them forgetting all about Mr Krass and riding off into the sunset together… He nuzzled into Markus’ neck with a soft whine.

“Yes, please.” The hands squeezed at his skin as they worked their way back down and out from under his clothes. They slid round the band of Sam’s jeans to the front, undoing the buttons slowly. “C-can I keep my underwear on?” He whispered, gripping Markus’ top tightly in his small hands.

“If that’s what you want.” A very un-Markus thing to say, Sam thought.

“I think so…” He stepped out of the pile of jeans on the floor and pulled himself up into Markus’ lap. “Maybe… take them off later?” Markus, grabbed his bum with both hands and pulled him closer.

“Yeah… Sure.” He sounded distracted now as he stood, carrying Sam in his arms, and walked around his desk to plop down in his leather chair, slowly lowering Sam over his lap. Sam relaxed his neck and let his head hang down as he awaited the first smack. Markus traced his fingers over the seams of Sam’s boxer-briefs, creating small shivers in Sam that ran down his legs at the tickling sensation. “Aah…” He moaned softly. Markus warmed his round mounds with gentle massage for a few minutes, squeezing the flesh underneath his large hands as though he were moulding play-doh.

The first strike came out of nowhere and Sam jolted, his body would have leapt up instinctively without Markus’ firm hand on his lower back pinning him to the alpha’s knees. A gasp burst from him at the sharp feeling, a bitter-sweet pain.

“You okay?” The question blind-sided Sam almost as much as the first hit. Markus never asked him if he was okay.

“Y-yeah.” He breathed, relaxing his muscles slowly and deliberately in time with his breathing. There were a few moments of silence before Sam remembered to add “Sir.” to the end. Markus laughed softly and swung his hand down again, striking him just as hard the second time. Sam whined softly at the feel, arousal building between his legs.

The spanking continued at a steady pace, with each blow Sam rewarded his mate with high-pitched moans and simpers, playing up his submissive vocals to turn on Markus as much as possible. He wanted Markus to want him, to be as addicted to Sam as Sam was to him.

After the thirteenth strike, Markus slipped Sam’s underwear down. His cheeks were burning but the cool air in the room soothed it a little. Markus began the process again, massaging the skin and spanking back and forth, swapping from side to side to keep the sting equal on both sides. His swats were definitely softer with Sam’s underwear pulled to his mid-thighs, a fact Sam noted with glee. As much as he enjoyed a bit of pain with his pleasure, he was by no means a masochist and he was glad to know Markus was thinking of his pain levels while he got off on punishing him.

By the time Markus stopped, Sam had lost count of how many hits he had taken, but he was struggling to care in the after-punishment fog that had settled on him. He felt sore, but satisfied and sleepy but sexually-charged. Markus pulled his underwear back up carefully, stroking at the skin that the underwear lined. He pulled Sam up with both hands and laid him against his chest. Sam sighed tiredly and curled into him, dozing a little. He could feel Markus’ dick pressing against his hip, just as hard as he was, but there was a gentle and delicate atmosphere in the room and he let it take him away into a state of half-consciousness.

~

Two days later, Jasper burst into the classroom looking like he had been dragged through a hedge backwards, he was sweating, his hair was a mess and he was panting as though he had just run a marathon.

"I," He sucked in a deep breath, "found her," another pant, "my mate," and another, "she's here." and finally, he dropped across a free chair, his chest heaving.

"And you just finished having sex, or?" Aminali teased.

"I had," Pant. "to tell," Pant. "you guys straight away."

"So..." Aminali leaned across to look out the door he had just come crashing through, "where is she?" she asked. Jasper blinked, froze and sat bolt up-right.

"I left her..." He flipped his head around, "I left her behind!" his friends laughed as he leapt up and dashed back out of the room, somehow even faster than when he came in.

"I'll bet you anything she's fine as hell, he gets all the luck!" Aminali moaned, flinging a limp hand over her forehead dramatically. Karliah chuckled to herself, drawing the attention of every sub in the room to her. She was tapping out a quick reply on her phone.

“As one of her closest friends I feel obligated to confirm that Alexa is, in fact, fine as hell.”