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**pink4never** · February 28th, 2016, 01:36 AM

The teenager sighed for such a long time, surely a new record was set. Allowing a deep, long gust of air to release right into the other male's face, Edel made a harmonious noise, and it was only after a few moments of this that he finally let go of the vine, allowing himself to be tugged fully back onto the stone balcony. "You're right," the sandy blonde admitted, smoothing the collar of his shirt and jerking his head away from the elven face, uncomfortable with the close proximity of someone else. He was always skittish with contact of those that didn't live under rugs. Managing to ease his wrist away from the grasp, Eden headed back inside, allowing the curtains to waft freely with the open, near-night wind. "I have five more here anyways." There were at least twenty other nets set around the manor.

He turned to face his wardrobe, opening the doors and quickly stepping within its hollowed space, wood closing behind him. After several minutes of rustling, the fair teenager stepped back out in his nightclothes, a thick blanket draped heavily across his shoulders. He then made his confident and calm way out of the room, heading downstairs with spry, long legs. "I wonder what's for dinner," Edel murmured to himself, stopping to trace a finger along the wall.

**Silvery_Lady** · February 28th, 2016, 01:58 AM

-I am always right. I've been on this earth during centuries, i've seen so many things that you couldn't even imagine.- the elf responded, letting him go at last, allowing the boy to reach his closet to find some appropriate clothes for dinner.
But much to his disappointment, Edel seemed willing to tease him one more time, throwing on himself a damn blanket and stepping out from the room and to the stairs.
Dairon's thin lips drew a line on his face and an irritated grimace took the place of his previous calm expression.
The kid's eccentric actions were starting to annoy him.

Quickly the adult followed him, with the firm intention of grabbing him one more time, to stop him, by this time his hand went to the young noble's ear, literally dragging him back into the room like a bratty child.
And despite his delicate appearance, Dairon was pretty strong.
Once they were back in, the elf slammed the door, closing it.
-Very well, since you think that you can do whatever you like, without listen to me and acting like a fool for no reason at all, i'm afraid that i will have to teach a first lesson right now.- the Preceptor told him, while bending a leg, putting his foot over one stool next to Edel's desk, and forcing the teen to bend over exposing his rear end protected only by his pants.
-When i say to "change for dinner" i want you to dress properly. Like i said before, you're not a peasant and you must be perfect all the time, even if you will be eat alone.- he scolded him -Now you're going to seat on a sore behind during dinner, so maybe next time you will pay some more attention to my words.-
So, one first sharp smack landed on the boy's buttocks, followed by a second and a third.

**pink4never** · February 28th, 2016, 02:01 PM

The sandy-haired noble was continuing to keep the padded tip of his finger pressed against the wall, removing it only slightly as to study the slight dust and cobweb that came off with it. His dark eyes downcast, Edel was scanning the soft, intercalate patterns in the webbing, and didn't even realize that his ear was grabbed until it was too late. The blanket dropped in a rumpled heap on the step as he found himself dragged off, feet struggling to keep up with such sudden aggression shown towards him. Mildly surprised, the teen wasn't doing very much to counter the action, and when he was bent over, found his mind in extreme disarray.

Edel blinked in confusion with the sudden hits, scarcely having any time to register the pain, before lightly propping himself up with his elbows, making an effort to slip out from under his arm and get his backside out of harm's way. "..Is this not a little intimate?" he asked, curling his body so as to escape the position, and doing so with decent success. The blonde was carefully maneuvering himself so it was his shoulders being hit, and not his rear, and while he was wincing and gasping profoundly, he was still doing his best to slip away from the elf's grasp.

Getting fidgety, Edel was making more of an effort to force the other to release him, twisting his body this way and that. “If clothing is all you want changed, then I can wear something more dressy if that's to your tastes,” the male reasoned, now forcing himself underneath the very stool Dairon's leg was propped up on, scrambling beneath the desk. “It makes more sense. Hurting me over such simple scraps of fabric doesn't." With full intentions of changing into different clothes, Edel glanced at him with wide, concerned eyes. "You're not planning to hurt me over sleepwear, are you?"

**Silvery_Lady** · February 28th, 2016, 06:32 PM

Once the boy started to wiggle, trying to avoid his first punishment, Dairon rolled his eyes giving an annoyed glance to the ceiling, before reacting like he have always did: using a bit more of his elvish strength to keep a young human in line.
Ignoring all of Edel's escaping efforts, the elf stretched his slim hand to him one more time, after the blanket had fell on the floor, with the firm intention of having him bent over his knee again, where he wanted him to be.
And this time his grip was strong enough to force the kid to stay there, even if squirming like a squirrel.
-I could make this way more intimate, boy. I have smacked many noble's buttocks in my life and you're not different from any other young man in this land, to me. So you better stand still and take your punishment or else i will do it on the bare.- Dairon warned him, raising his hand again, to slap his behind.

-Do i have your attention, now?- he asked then, after a short rush of strokes delivered on Edel's bottom -You must learn from the very beginning, that when i talk to you, you MUST pay attention to me. You can ramble all you want when i'm not around, but in my presence, you have to focus! That's why the other teachers had left. And that's why your father have hired me.-
At the last question that he received, the new Preceptor nodded without any hesitation.
-If your behavior during dinner will not please me, i will whip you before bedtime, you can bet on that.- he clarified.

**pink4never** · February 28th, 2016, 07:27 PM

Unhappily, the teenager kicked his legs, struggling to stay still once put back into place. With such close contact that truly, he wasn't used to, Edel wanted nothing more than to run off to the nearest crawlspace, and lock himself inside. And that popping sting wasn't exactly reassuring either. It was rather uncomfortable, actually. "No thank you, I'd rather keep my indifference the way it is. I'll try to keep still while you beat me," Edel grimaced, trying to stiffen his slim-limbed body like a doll's. "Unless you'd rather hurt my arm? Are you willing to partake in a trade?" he negotiated, words somewhat broken with gasps of pain.

He stretched his right forearm back as if offering it up in sacrifice, somewhat shielding his bottom from view as he did. "It's a nice arm, isn't it?"

Wincing profoundly, Edel managed to wrap his other one around the elf's leg like a snake, his nose beginning to get sniffly as the faint sting built. "I'm f-f-focusing..! Please let me go, please, this isn't in my favour at all— like I said before, hurt me on the arms, even. I don't believe in politics, if that's what you want. Let me go now, Dairon sir?" Shaking and wanting nothing more than to get up, his sharp nails slightly clawed the leg as to get a better grip on the material, tugging it instinctively with the hits. "I'd r-rather not place any bets— ouuch— like I said, I do not believe in politics." He squeezed his eyes. "But I will act as .. cherubically expected as possible.. if you could let me down now?"

**Silvery_Lady** · February 28th, 2016, 07:52 PM

Dairon suddenly found the kid's arm in the way, while he was offering him to switch from his backside to his limb, speaking of punishment.
And the eld shook his head with determination.
-I will not whip your arm. I could strap you hands in some other cases, but tonight all you're going to get is a spanking.- he told Edel -Because this is what it is. I'm not "beating" you or "hurting" you, i don't want to make you any serious harm. I am spanking you like the child you are, and there is a huge difference between those concepts.-
Another sharp burst of slaps landed on the young noble's butt, surely reddening it under his pants, delivering one stroke on each cheek, alternating them.
Dairon felt the teen hand grabbing his leg searching for stability and, probably involuntarily, for some kind of consolation.
It was something very common.
-I'm glad to hear that you are focusing, lad.- he answered later -And i hope that your attention will last even after that your sore bottom will heal. Did i made my point?- the Preceptor finally asked, before allowing him to stand up, interrupting his chastisement.
The elf gave him one cold gaze.
-Now change yourself and then we will go downstairs together, understood, child?-

**pink4never** · February 28th, 2016, 08:34 PM

Edel continued to wring and pinch the dark pant material in his hands, navy blues firmly shutting and tears beginning to well up beneath them, feeling antsier and antsier the more the horrible smacks went on. "No, no," the sandy blonde reasoned, shaking his head, and fully trembling with endurance. "You are treating my backside like some sort of tribal drum, thus, you are beating me, and it's absolutely awful. I'm not music to be played." A crystal tear manging to slip past his eye, and he rubbed his snotting nose, burying his face into the thigh entirely. "And I'm no child either—!"

He continued to stifle his obviously distraught demeanour by hiding away in the fabric, wanting the whole matter to be over and done with already, and, as an instinctive reflex to the pain, banging his toes into the side of the stool.

Once finally let down, Edel scrambled to compose himself, his mind fuzzy and still frozen with the shock of what just happened, and mutely stood there in front of the taller male, smearing his ski-sloped and runny nose into the crook of his elbow, and hiccupping. Rubbing his backside, he skittishly glanced away, hopping several steps back. "F-fine, yes, I'm understanding," the noble informed, a little shaken up from the entirely foreign experience. He stumbled back a little more. "Though, I'm not sure whether you understand that I am several months past seventeen, well almost a grown man."

**Silvery_Lady** · February 29th, 2016, 05:39 PM

Dairon went on spanking him good and hard, his strong hand impacting on his buttocks again and again, almost nonchalantly.
-You must start to focus on the reality, young man...or i will beat you like a drum, like you're saying, every time that you act wrong or against my will. You better understand that or i will have to punish you quite often, i'm afraid.- the elf warned him, before delivering him one last rush of smacks.

Then the Preceptor let him go.

When the boy pointed out to his age, at last, the man gave him a bored look.
-To me, you are infant. I am centuries old. So don't try to talk your way out of chastisements blabbering about your age, because it matter nothing, to me.- he said -Now, get dressed and do it quickly. And remember what i told you: act well during dinner or before going to bed, i will bare your rear and i will spank you again.-

**pink4never** · February 29th, 2016, 10:00 PM

Already on his cautious and slow trudge off to the wardrobe, stepping on an angle so as not to turn completely for the other male, and moving several tiny steps at a time— all the while doing his best to listen, mind you— Edel continued to rub the uncomfortable area in a furious rhythm, eyes flickering and rimmed-pink. His expression had reverted generally to how it usually appeared, but still, there was that typical, post-punished aura about him that most unwilling recipients wore. Once his teacher finished talking, without a word, the noble scurried off behind the doors of the wardrobe, closing it to change.

He slipped on some more appropriate dinner clothes, before climbing out, clad in dark blue trousers, a dress tunic with sleeves that hung over the tips of his fingers, and a vest with silver chains laced along the breast pockets. His bare toes flexed against the flooring, and Edel folded down one crème flap of his collar, smoothing its wrinkle. He then headed out into the hall.

"You're a very unpleasant man," the blonde stated conversationally. His cherry nose gave a sniffle, and he wiped it. "So boorish. Dull. Are you unmarried? It would seem so. I'm hungry." Edel sniffed again, reaching back in trauma. "My backside hurts."