The Class Pet (boy x boy)

Sage (11)

"Bet you're quite pleased with yourself," Damon said with a hint of amusement. "Hm?"

"Oh you betcha," Sage replied cheerfully, presenting his pretty little ass with a snicker. "Did you think I wouldn't be?"

"Nope." He smacked his bottom roughly with the ruler, relishing Sage's little gasp and whine. "I'm afraid I didn't take you for a brat."

Sage pouted and rolled his eyes but didn't have to say anything as Lorelei spoke up.

"You didn't?!" Lorelei asked incredulously. "He makes messes and basically begs for punishment like every day!"

Damon went red.

"Oi, aren't you supposed to be spanking me?" Sage pouted.

"See, look at him!"

Sage huffed. He knew there was nothing wrong with being a brat but...

"I prefer the term instigator," Sage said.

"Oh shush," Damon hissed, smacking his ass again.

"No."

There was a definite sound of giggles in the room as Damon attempted to get Sage to apologize- or even count.

After what felt like too many, Sage wiped laughter tears from his eyes. "You're hitting my tickle spot," he played.

Damon groaned. "Why are you so-"

"You signed up for this," Sage sang, definitely pleased with himself.

"Alright, alright. Sage, can you explain for me what that was in both my head and yours?" Mr. Rain finally cut in.

"Sure. This is what's called a funishment. It's when a dom and sub decide to play around with things that might normally feel like a real punishment, but we're making it more fun. Whips, for example, are good for when I need to be punished. Rulers are fun for me because I get to experience some pain, but I find it more fun for personal reasons," Sage explained.

"So...while we thought we were punishing you, we're actually being introduced to the idea of a funishment?"

"Yep."

Damon smacked Sage's ass again roughly. "Naughty."

Sage giggled.

"Alright, can anyone give me some examples of what could be considered a funishment?"

After class, Sage slept for a bit, knowing he didn't want to think for too much longer. Punishments were awful for his thoughts, but funishments were okay. He still struggled a bit.

When he had turned eighteen and told his parents where he was going to work, he'd gotten all sorts of things yelled and even thrown at him. It had been a hard summer, but the teachers at camp had helped him and they felt just like a family.

That was what he heard after punishments. His father in his ears yelling, and his mother throwing her coffee cup at him. It hadn't helped that he'd come out as gay at the same time.

Damon woke him up.

"Hey, are you okay? You're crying..."

Sage hurriedly swiped the tears away. "Fine- I'm fine. Bad dream is all."

Damon sat down next to him, his touch gentle as he cupped his cheek. "Maybe I can kiss it better for you."

Sage let out a small laugh. "It would take more than one little kiss for it to be better."

Damon shrugged and cuddled closer. "It would be a start. Want to talk about it?"

No. Yes...no...

Whatever the answer really was, his words betrayed him.

"Can you kiss me?"