༻𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 ☾ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔༺

• a punishment, and a reward •

(Parent!steve / teacher! Eddie)

TW's/ CW's: light bondage, teacher au, light bdsm, light dom/sub, office sex, praise kink, voice kink, degradation kink, parent Steve Harrington, teacher Eddie Munson.

(Photo on top is my tweet.)

Summary:

Dustin's father, Steve. Has a meeting with his teacher for behaving badly. Dustin has been having bad temper and anger issues lately, and mr. Munson, his teacher, decided that it was finally time for a punishment for the kid. But later on, Steve's the one to get the punishment for his son instead....

                                  Chapter 1:

               •A punishment, and a reward•

>Fighting and arguing are an especially compelling and involved form of pretend play<, Steve reads. His hands are chillingly cold against the warmth of the laptop balanced between his quivering knees. He chews his lip out of a mindless habit, nervous and anxious and overall tired. The need to just understand is too loud in his pounding head, though, so Steve swallows the lump in his throat and forces his eyes to continue reading the words on the bright screen.

>Being a bit aggressive and violent is not often the evidence that a child is troubled. However, it can be a source of comfort when a child is experiencing difficulties. There are many case studies of children with these behaviors to help them cope with traumatic experiences-<

Steve holds up a mental white flag as he realizes that the effort he's putting forth into staying awake is useless unless he can actually process what he's reading. His brain is too fried at the moment from lack of sleep. Steve has to be at work early tomorrow, which, according to the tiny, white numbers at the bottom of the screen, is in four hours. Thrilling.

The laptop makes a rhythmic dinging noise as a goodbye and then the screen is drained into an ebony sleep. He treads his fingers through his knotty fringe and winces as his teeth nip through his lip.

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"Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. I'm dead. I'm actually dead. I'm honestly, literally going to die."

"Damn, Dustin, chill out. What's the big deal? It's just parent-teacher conferences." Mike said, shrugging as the curly head hunched over the lunch table.

Dustin was eating lunch with Mike and Will and the afternoon classes had been cancelled in lieu of parent-teacher conferences. That meant that his dad would be coming to the school to speak with his homeroom teacher about Dustin's progress. And he knew that he hadn't been the most untroublesome kid.

"Seriously, dude, what's the issue? Is something wrong?" Mike asked.

"My dad is gonna be here." Dustin groaned.

"Yeah? That's the point of parent-teacher conferences." will chuckled..

"We know your dad is,,a little careful,, but isn't this a bit of an overreaction?" Mike asked.

"You guys don't get it." Dustin said, finally lifting his head to look at his friends. "You guys know that I've been getting into a lot of trouble lately. I might get grounded, or even detention!" The friend's eyes widened.

"Whoa." Mike said.

"Hey, I gotta go grab something before the conferences start, my nervousness is over the roof ." Dustin said suddenly. .

They looked at him with a slight pout, sad that he was leaving them so soon. "Oh, ok. Bye, Dustin." Will said, giving him a slight wave as he walked away from their lunch table.