Usually, a certain amount of ageplay is implied with student/teacher, but it's not necessary! Anyone can teach another person of the same age, after all.
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[It's Squalo's first time visiting his old (although in actuality, only ten to fifteen years older) governess since he went on to school. She knows the school teachings are needed for him to be the best leader he can be. Many of the children she oversaw were going to the school once they turned of age and their parents had gone to this school most of the time.
Aramat thought her little shark would return wiser and more mature... instead he came back louder, more rebellious and obnoxious, even to her. She knows boys at that age could be more... difficult than usual. But it's trying her patience.
After an insult towards her and a refusal to do a specific order the patience finally runs dry. But his governess is still calm.]
You will apologize for that Squalo or I will be forced to punish you.
[He's not too old to be beat and it's been a while.]
[ Mafia school, yeah. It was practically a requirement when your family was involved. ]
[ Of course, Squalo had wasted no time in asserting his dominance both in school and beyond. Sure, he got perfect grades most of the time, but his main focus was, of course, the fights. It didn't take long for him to figure out there was nobody worth his attention left in the school, so he started escaping during boring classes or long breaks to fight swordsmen all around the city, later - country. He was quickly earning himself a name. One of a bloodthirsty shark, to the point where the Vongola's elite assassination team decided to scout him. ]
[ He had his most epic duel ever coming up the next month, and he's just met someone amazing in a Vongola party, someone who he was sure was going to be the next Boss. And he was going to be the next leader of the assassination team, of course, once he's put that old fart Tyr to his grave, and it was going to be an excellent partnership. Life was good. ]
[ So he supposed he could spare a few hours from training to visit his old governess and gloat about it all, but evidently, she wasn't at all thrilled by his growing attitude. ]
[ He sticks his tongue out at her. ]
Yeah? I've killed people twice as big as you. What do you think you can do?
[The governess remains calm though. Merely putting her wine-glass down and entwining her fingers together.]
I know that.
[There's lots of things she knows about her Shark at mafia school. It doesn't surprise her that he's gone headfast into fighting with swords. He always had an interest in it and something to prove. She knows that the students probably know about his lineage. Most likely call him 'bastard' and other nasty things to his face. teenage Mafia children at their worst are a unique brand of cruel and spoiled. She warned him about it before he went away. Of course he brags about his victories and all the people he's killed.]
You can treat anyone anyway you like outside this house. But you don't talk to me that way, are we clear?
[She changed your diapers, Squalo. She's not intimidated by you nor does she give a fuck how many people you've killed. It's your final warning.]
[ Of course. He was the fencing champion at the local school at age seven. It made sense to pursue something he had natural talent in, and damn it he was going to be the best in the world. ]
[ But the rest was true, too. His initial enthusiasm for ~contacts~ and ~mafia~ had faded somewhat after he got snubbed by some useless brats for something he had no control over. He'd beat them up, of course. (Maybe even killed a few, or maybe not quite.) But that didn't really stop it, just made the shitheads more careful. There was no way to tell who decorated his desk with shit like 'son of a whore' or 'mistake' in permanent marker after all. But that meant he was all the more determined to carve his legend into their thick skulls, and he was doing quite well with that now. It had been months now since anyone gave him a funny look. Rather, the few fucks who used to point at him and survived, were now running when they saw him, and shit, he liked that. He liked that pretty damn well. ]
[ There's no point in telling any of that to Miss Drawdes, though. Even if he knows she has an idea. She did tell him something like that might happen, though not in those words -- he just told her he took care of it, and it was true. But for a little while, it did hurt. Maybe like a day or two before he wrecked those trash because blood meant shit, but still. ]
[ So nah, he's not harboring anything ill toward the governess even when she's being strict to him. But this is fun. Makes him remember all those times he was a little shit -- well, little-er than now. It's like a game. And she was always pretty hot, so. He's definitely not complaining about this attention, even if it's not the positive kind at the moment. His grin grows wider. ]
[It's a game Aramat is losing because she has her own reputation to think about. Vongola nannies are known to be a special breed, one that do not fold under Mafia spawn. Who are sometimes known to be spoiled, spiteful, and often never disciplined. Aramat gained her right to be Nanny, hell caretaker of some children after the boy before her.
She was the only one that could take his cries as a baby and toddler days, the only one that didn't shy away when he was being difficult. (And he can be very difficult.) She likes to think that if it weren't for her influence, Squalo would be nothing but an overly cocky asshole with a huge mouth and nothing to back it up with.
He's also the only child that she allows to call her 'Mother'. She honestly had hopes he would return even-tempered after his time at school. So she is a little hurt.
None of this shows in her matter right now though. Sharp-eyed and strict.]
I should. You're still old enough to be disciplined.
[ He's difficult alright. He'll probably acknowledge it in a few years and bring her the best cake in town every time he comes to visit, and treat her with flawless manners. Right now, though, he's a teenage boy. A perpetually angry and murderous one with ego the size of an ocean, and he doesn't take well to being scolded. ]
[ So, uh yeah. With the expected amount of maturity, he wiggles his ass at her, sticks his tongue out again and legs it down the hallway. ]
[ Because he's a tiny teenager and everyone over the age of twenty is "ancient" to him? Also hey, that gap can be a little wider in an AU. ]
[ He'll also probably do the rookie mistake of stopping to run and hide in some closet or something. Maybe he actually wants her to catch him. He's not entirely sure how or why, but he feels like he... sort of enjoyed the last few times she's "punished" him. That inner masochist must be blooming early. ]
[After a good couple minutes of his incessant taunting while she chases after him in her house. He seems to have disappeared, but Aramat has an idea of where he is. But she doesn't go to the closet immediately.
He's noticed in the times he's had to do this recently, Squalo's been disobeying her on purpose, almost goading her on for these punishments. She isn't entirely sure why. Last time she checked her boy's reaction to getting hurt was the same as nearly everyone else. But perhaps things have changed a bit in this battles Squalo fought.
...So she lets her Shark stew in the closet for ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes, forty. Let him believe she's given up chasing him or is deliberately not punishing him.
Anticipation is a bitch, especially if you want something bad enough.
She'll be waiting nearby the closet if he leaves to snatch him up by his stupid duck butt hair.]
[ Well, there's a difference between getting hurt and someone hot causing pain for you with less or no murderous intent. But that's for later. ]
[ That plan is pretty nice, except it seems to run on the assumption Squalo actually has enough patience to "stew" in anything. After the ten minutes, she'll be able to hear quiet snoring from one of her dress closets, and it'll be getting less quiet as time goes on. ]
[ If she doesn't bust in to wake him, though he'll do it himself in about an hour and half, having mostly forgotten what he's doing, so he hops out of that closet without much care or trying to be stealthy. ]
[Him falling asleep is even better. (He doesn't even expect a spanking first thing as he wakes up.) So she waits until he groggily gets out the closet and she grabs him by the hair and yanks him, until the roots in his hair would scream if they could, forcing his head back. Her voice is still calm but there is a edge of anger to it, an hour and a half of waiting has made it grow.
Maybe she'll take it out on you.]
Did you think I would forget, Little Squalo?
[She drags him over to the nearest chair, sitting in it and only giving one order:]
[ HE CAME OUT TO HAVE A GOOD TIME AND IS HONESTLY FEELING SO ATTACKED RIGHT NOW?? ]
Ow - ow ow ow!!
[ He does tilt his head backwards, because he'd like to keep his stupid duck butt hair thanks, still chanting "ow", loud as always. He follows her, hissing, and almost twists his neck trying to face her properly to give her a Look. ]
LIKE HELL?! I'm not showing you my bare ass!
[ Ah, back when he had a little bit of shame at least... Or maybe it's just a teenage and parent thing. For some reason they're always ashamed about them seeing them naked even though they already have, for years. ]
You're speaking like you have a choice in this. Take them off or I will for you, you fucking brat. You kill a bunch of grown men in combat and yet you're afraid of your own mother seeing your ass after she's seen it tons of times. How pathetic can you be?
[Her hand still is cruelly wrapped around white strands, pulling hard, until his scalp could be aching. Her other hand may go towards his belt buckle if he doesn't stop her.]
[ He's gonna fucking tear up if she keeps pulling like that. What the hell, woman. He could get free, though. Could trash her, break her and walk away. But it's the woman who practically raised him. He doesn't want to hurt her. ]
[ The alternative is submitting. He'll let himself sink to his knees in front of her, but still try to swat her hand away from his pants. ]
What are you, a kiddie fiddler?! Just do it like this!
[Yes, but why her? If Aramat wasn't so focused on punishing him she would kind of be put off by the implications of her son's thought process.]
Go ahead, hate me. [She's the one literally beating your ass right now. And she starts with one large slap on both sides with force that normally shouldn't come from a woman her size.]
[If anyone else said that about her in front of Squalo, he'd kill them. Still... it's unsettling. She changed his diapers.
Another hard slap to bottom, then another, then another. She was almost thing of taking his belt and using that, but no. Her own hand will do, and it's not enough, well... she has her sun ring on today.
[ Eventually, his breaths starts getting shorter. There might even be a small whimper escaping. Guess it hurts, huh? To be fair, any ring would make it hurt like a bitch, so it's not much surprise. Except... ]
Aw, shit!
[ He swears loudly and is squirming away from her. As far backwards as he can (without actually getting up from her lap). His ears are flaring red. ]
[She'll grab his hair again, and if Squalo looks up, there's the telltale yellow spark like flame of sun enveloping her hand. Those spankings are gonna get more intense.]
[ And, well, shit. He's going to make some embarrassing sounds, then. And if she hits his bottom hard enough for him to skid back into his previous position, she just might feel something against her thigh. ]
[ Uh. That sure is a tiny teenage boy boner in there. ]
[His answer to that is a hard, sun-flame powered slap to his ass that does send him back to his previous position.
Right now she doesn't even notice his hard on, she's too focused on punishing Squalo right now. There's a few more sharp, almost too harsh slaps on his behind. Aramat figures he can take this now, he's been in serious fights and probably had his fair share of scrapes. (And this is a low power ring she wears everyday. The stronger ones are only worn when she really needs it.) And if she's done too much damage, she can heal him. That's the beauty of being a sun flame.
Still those noises he's making are... strange. Like he's not hurting at all.]
[ Well, she's free not to notice. He notices, though. And it's so humiliating. In the end he just gives up and does his best to stay quiet. It actually hurts when every one of those slaps make him sort of rub against her, but there's something else to it, almost enjoyable, and as ashamed as he is of the fact, it's not exactly helping with his flush nor his little problem down there. ]
[She gives him a rest for a little while from the punishment. Gives him a chance to breathe. It is then she notices the signs, his breathing, the flush on his face, the noises he's been making, and the most damning, the lump against her thigh.]
Oh god...
[She was turning on her son and not even knowing it. Soon a blush envelops her face. How are you supposed to punish a child when the child likes the punishment?]
[ Great. His chance. As soon as she seems to be done for the moment, he furiously backs away, doing his best to slip out of her grasp, and tugs his pants back on, gritting his teeth in what's probably a mix of anger and embarrassment. ]
[ And then, if that's successful, he's going to run again. Not far this time, though, just to the nearest bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him. ]
[She lets him escape, doesn't lay on hand on him, the spark in her sun ring flaming out.
How could she do this to her own son? This was awful and wrong... She couldn't have known that he liked this sort of treatment. When did he learn to like pain? And why did she like those noises he was making? Oh god...
She's still sitting in that chair if Squalo gets out the bathroom, shocked at what she's done.]
[ When indeed. If that makes her feel any better, Xanxus probably played a huge part in it. But the initial seed might have been planted by her. ]
[ It will probably take a while, because Squalo is not coming back out with a hard-on. Whether that means sitting under a cold shower thinking about Levi, or thinking about someone actually pleasant and beating it off, he's doing that. Then spending some more time there to wallow in shame. ]
[ Eventually, though, he does come out. And he's immediately headed for the door, barely casting a glance at his governess. ]
[After he leaves, his Governess may even cry. She feels awful for doing this to him. It may be weeks, even months before she calls him. We aren't even sure she apologized, it's... just a thing they prefer to forget and never mention.]
[ Well, he's going to be miserable she lets him walk out like that, but the following silence is even worse. He's almost convinced there's absolutely something fundamentally wrong with him; luckily in the end his narcissism wins out. So he got hard for his mother figure, so fucking what. He'll add some milf porn to his collection to drive that point home. ]
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bakerstreet2015-11-21 10:12 pm
Superbia Squalo // KHR!
lmk if this isn't good btw.
Aramat thought her little shark would return wiser and more mature... instead he came back louder, more rebellious and obnoxious, even to her. She knows boys at that age could be more... difficult than usual. But it's trying her patience.
After an insult towards her and a refusal to do a specific order the patience finally runs dry. But his governess is still calm.]
You will apologize for that Squalo or I will be forced to punish you.
[He's not too old to be beat and it's been a while.]
naw all good o/
[ Of course, Squalo had wasted no time in asserting his dominance both in school and beyond. Sure, he got perfect grades most of the time, but his main focus was, of course, the fights. It didn't take long for him to figure out there was nobody worth his attention left in the school, so he started escaping during boring classes or long breaks to fight swordsmen all around the city, later - country. He was quickly earning himself a name. One of a bloodthirsty shark, to the point where the Vongola's elite assassination team decided to scout him. ]
[ He had his most epic duel ever coming up the next month, and he's just met someone amazing in a Vongola party, someone who he was sure was going to be the next Boss. And he was going to be the next leader of the assassination team, of course, once he's put that old fart Tyr to his grave, and it was going to be an excellent partnership. Life was good. ]
[ So he supposed he could spare a few hours from training to visit his old governess and gloat about it all, but evidently, she wasn't at all thrilled by his growing attitude. ]
[ He sticks his tongue out at her. ]
Yeah? I've killed people twice as big as you. What do you think you can do?
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I know that.
[There's lots of things she knows about her Shark at mafia school. It doesn't surprise her that he's gone headfast into fighting with swords. He always had an interest in it and something to prove. She knows that the students probably know about his lineage. Most likely call him 'bastard' and other nasty things to his face. teenage Mafia children at their worst are a unique brand of cruel and spoiled. She warned him about it before he went away. Of course he brags about his victories and all the people he's killed.]
You can treat anyone anyway you like outside this house. But you don't talk to me that way, are we clear?
[She changed your diapers, Squalo. She's not intimidated by you nor does she give a fuck how many people you've killed. It's your final warning.]
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[ But the rest was true, too. His initial enthusiasm for ~contacts~ and ~mafia~ had faded somewhat after he got snubbed by some useless brats for something he had no control over. He'd beat them up, of course. (Maybe even killed a few, or maybe not quite.) But that didn't really stop it, just made the shitheads more careful. There was no way to tell who decorated his desk with shit like 'son of a whore' or 'mistake' in permanent marker after all. But that meant he was all the more determined to carve his legend into their thick skulls, and he was doing quite well with that now. It had been months now since anyone gave him a funny look. Rather, the few fucks who used to point at him and survived, were now running when they saw him, and shit, he liked that. He liked that pretty damn well. ]
[ There's no point in telling any of that to Miss Drawdes, though. Even if he knows she has an idea. She did tell him something like that might happen, though not in those words -- he just told her he took care of it, and it was true. But for a little while, it did hurt. Maybe like a day or two before he wrecked those trash because blood meant shit, but still. ]
[ So nah, he's not harboring anything ill toward the governess even when she's being strict to him. But this is fun. Makes him remember all those times he was a little shit -- well, little-er than now. It's like a game. And she was always pretty hot, so. He's definitely not complaining about this attention, even if it's not the positive kind at the moment. His grin grows wider. ]
Or what? You're gonna spank me?
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She was the only one that could take his cries as a baby and toddler days, the only one that didn't shy away when he was being difficult. (And he can be very difficult.) She likes to think that if it weren't for her influence, Squalo would be nothing but an overly cocky asshole with a huge mouth and nothing to back it up with.
He's also the only child that she allows to call her 'Mother'. She honestly had hopes he would return even-tempered after his time at school. So she is a little hurt.
None of this shows in her matter right now though. Sharp-eyed and strict.]
I should. You're still old enough to be disciplined.
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[ So, uh yeah. With the expected amount of maturity, he wiggles his ass at her, sticks his tongue out again and legs it down the hallway. ]
Good luck catching me on those old little feet!
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When she catches him, he's getting such ass beating... she swears.]
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[ He'll also probably do the rookie mistake of stopping to run and hide in some closet or something. Maybe he actually wants her to catch him. He's not entirely sure how or why, but he feels like he... sort of enjoyed the last few times she's "punished" him. That inner masochist must be blooming early. ]
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He's noticed in the times he's had to do this recently, Squalo's been disobeying her on purpose, almost goading her on for these punishments. She isn't entirely sure why. Last time she checked her boy's reaction to getting hurt was the same as nearly everyone else. But perhaps things have changed a bit in this battles Squalo fought.
...So she lets her Shark stew in the closet for ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes, forty. Let him believe she's given up chasing him or is deliberately not punishing him.
Anticipation is a bitch, especially if you want something bad enough.
She'll be waiting nearby the closet if he leaves to snatch him up by his stupid duck butt hair.]
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[ That plan is pretty nice, except it seems to run on the assumption Squalo actually has enough patience to "stew" in anything. After the ten minutes, she'll be able to hear quiet snoring from one of her dress closets, and it'll be getting less quiet as time goes on. ]
[ If she doesn't bust in to wake him, though he'll do it himself in about an hour and half, having mostly forgotten what he's doing, so he hops out of that closet without much care or trying to be stealthy. ]
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Maybe she'll take it out on you.]
Did you think I would forget, Little Squalo?
[She drags him over to the nearest chair, sitting in it and only giving one order:]
Take off your pants.
[She means underwear too.]
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Ow - ow ow ow!!
[ He does tilt his head backwards, because he'd like to keep his stupid duck butt hair thanks, still chanting "ow", loud as always. He follows her, hissing, and almost twists his neck trying to face her properly to give her a Look. ]
LIKE HELL?! I'm not showing you my bare ass!
[ Ah, back when he had a little bit of shame at least... Or maybe it's just a teenage and parent thing. For some reason they're always ashamed about them seeing them naked even though they already have, for years. ]
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[Her hand still is cruelly wrapped around white strands, pulling hard, until his scalp could be aching. Her other hand may go towards his belt buckle if he doesn't stop her.]
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[ He's gonna fucking tear up if she keeps pulling like that. What the hell, woman. He could get free, though. Could trash her, break her and walk away. But it's the woman who practically raised him. He doesn't want to hurt her. ]
[ The alternative is submitting. He'll let himself sink to his knees in front of her, but still try to swat her hand away from his pants. ]
What are you, a kiddie fiddler?! Just do it like this!
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What sort of thing is going through your filthy little head that you would think I would do that to you?
[It's very telling that he would mention it when she's done this tons of times and all of them were platonic.]
I've seen your ass plenty of times, now get.them.off.
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I fucking hate you.
[ It sounds genuine. ]
[ Nonetheless, he angrily does as told and leans across her lap with a bit of hesitation. This is so humiliating. ]
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Go ahead, hate me. [She's the one literally beating your ass right now. And she starts with one large slap on both sides with force that normally shouldn't come from a woman her size.]
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[ He hisses, but otherwise keeps quiet. All seems well for now? ]
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Another hard slap to bottom, then another, then another. She was almost thing of taking his belt and using that, but no. Her own hand will do, and it's not enough, well... she has her sun ring on today.
It can hurt as well as heal.]
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[ Eventually, his breaths starts getting shorter. There might even be a small whimper escaping. Guess it hurts, huh? To be fair, any ring would make it hurt like a bitch, so it's not much surprise. Except... ]
Aw, shit!
[ He swears loudly and is squirming away from her. As far backwards as he can (without actually getting up from her lap). His ears are flaring red. ]
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[She'll grab his hair again, and if Squalo looks up, there's the telltale yellow spark like flame of sun enveloping her hand. Those spankings are gonna get more intense.]
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[ His voice is more shrill than usual. ]
[ And, well, shit. He's going to make some embarrassing sounds, then. And if she hits his bottom hard enough for him to skid back into his previous position, she just might feel something against her thigh. ]
[ Uh. That sure is a tiny teenage boy boner in there. ]
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Right now she doesn't even notice his hard on, she's too focused on punishing Squalo right now. There's a few more sharp, almost too harsh slaps on his behind. Aramat figures he can take this now, he's been in serious fights and probably had his fair share of scrapes. (And this is a low power ring she wears everyday. The stronger ones are only worn when she really needs it.) And if she's done too much damage, she can heal him. That's the beauty of being a sun flame.
Still those noises he's making are... strange. Like he's not hurting at all.]
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Oh god...
[She was turning on her son and not even knowing it. Soon a blush envelops her face. How are you supposed to punish a child when the child likes the punishment?]
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[ And then, if that's successful, he's going to run again. Not far this time, though, just to the nearest bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him. ]
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How could she do this to her own son? This was awful and wrong... She couldn't have known that he liked this sort of treatment. When did he learn to like pain?
And why did she like those noises he was making? Oh god...She's still sitting in that chair if Squalo gets out the bathroom, shocked at what she's done.]
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[ It will probably take a while, because Squalo is not coming back out with a hard-on. Whether that means sitting under a cold shower thinking about Levi, or thinking about someone actually pleasant and beating it off, he's doing that. Then spending some more time there to wallow in shame. ]
[ Eventually, though, he does come out. And he's immediately headed for the door, barely casting a glance at his governess. ]
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