Conversation of emotion (Baby Boy)

🌻mister Tomlinson🌻

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Like Harry had said, it wouldn't take long until they would try role play. And so, here they were.

Louis sat behind the desk in his office.
It wasn't exactly a classroom but it was close enough. He was writing some papers when a knock at the door made his head snap up.

The door openes and in walked Harry.
His hair was swept to the side and was held back by a pink bow, he was wearing a pale pink school skirt and a white button up shirt. His white stockings were pulled up to his knees and he was wearing his pink converse.

Louis bit his lip as he eyed the boy up and down. "Harry. I wanted to speak with you."

Harry nodded his head and made his way towards his teacher's desk. A little awkward at first, but soon dropping into his role fully.

Louis slammed a paper down on the desk in front of Harry.

Harry's name was on top of it written in curly letter. A big red F next to it.

"What is this?" He snapped. Harry's cheeks turned a deep shade of red.

"I tried, sir. I really did. I-I promise that I'll pass the next one." He whispered ashamed.

Louis sighed. "Harry. We talked about this before. You promised you wouldn't fail this test the last time you failed one."

Harry bit his lip, looking down at his fingers, fiddling with his skirt.

"M sorry..." He mumbled quietly. Louis sighed.

"Come lay over my lap, doll." Harry's bottom lip trembled as he walked over to the other side of the desk and lay across Louis' lap.

Louis pulled his skirt down so that the soft fabric was pooling at Harry's ankles.

He rubbed the porcelain skin of Harry's bum. "I'm going to give you ten spanks with my ruler for not passing that simple test. Think you can handle that? What's your colour, princess?"

"G-green."

"Good boy." Louis said huskily, stretching his arm to snatch his wooden ruler from the desk.

"Count with me, darling."

Louis raised the ruler into the air before bringing it down to Harry's bum.

"O-one." Harry whispered.

Louis repeated the action, a little harder now.

"Two..."

Harry flinched at the slap and the stinging feeling in his behind. It didn't feel as bad as it usually would. It felt kind of hot right now.

By 9 spanks Harry was sniffling into his arm.

Louis masaged the burning red skin on Harry's asscheeks. Harry squirmed in his grip tears pickling in his eyes from the pain.

Louis slapped the ruler against his overly sensitive skin one last time before dropping the thing on his desk.

Harry cried out and stood up from Louis' lap. Louis eyes instantly softened at the sight of the 17-year-old.

His cheeks were red and stained with tears and his lips were bitten red.

He took Harry's hand and pulled him onto his lap. Harry hissed when the harsh fabric of Louis' pants rubbed against his ass.

"You did so well, princess." Louis whispered.