The Headmaster’s Office

Erotic short. A music teacher bends over the headmaster’s desk.

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1.7k, rated E, M/M. Old men flirting and being stupid together, a headmaster belting his partner over his desk. Handjobs, banter, references to other impact play with different implements.

“You’re something of a pill, Townsend, do you know that?” asks Phipps as Eric enters the room, closing Phipps’ office door and locking it behind him, and Eric raises his eyebrows.

“No, I don’t know that,” he says. “I don’t even know what that means. No one says that anymore.”

“It means you’re tedious, Townsend,” the older man replies as he stands up from his desk, rebuttoning his suit jacket with a delicate movement of his hands. “The idiom would imply you’re difficult to swallow.”

“Oh yeah? That’s not what the girls tell me.”

“And yet it’s not the girls who are here, is it? Assume the position, if you would.”

Eric unbuckles his belt and tips forward, his hands flat on the cleared space on Phipps’ desk — it’s a big, solid thing, just a massive block of fucking wood, and it doesn’t even fucking move as he leans his weight on it, it’s so well-made. He takes in a breath through his teeth as Phipps comes forward and lays his palm flat on Eric’s lower back, taking…