“Looks like you enjoyed that, professor,” Gladio said, nudging Ignis' hard cock with the cap of his boots. The three of them had him walled-in against the desk so he couldn't dash away even if he wanted to. He scrambled up anyway and Gladio caught him around the waist, making sure to press his crotch against his ass while he tried to wriggle out of his grip.
“What was that score you gave me, Professor Scientia?”
“The score that your feeble-mindedness deserved.”
“Which was?”
Ignis' gaze flicked to the wooden ruler. “Thirteen.”
“That's right.” Gladio bent him over the desk again. Apparently they were all in the same page with this because Noct grabbed the ruler. Prompto – still pink and bright-eyed from his blowie – held Ignis down by the shoulders, pinching his front to the surface of the desk. Noct scowled at Gladio but offered the ruler to him.
“You do the honours,” Gladio said.
The frown lifted by a micrometer. “Nah. Your arms are stronger.” He gave Gladio one of those dorky grins he thought made him look so smooth. “Sides, I've got plans of my own.”
“Fair enough.” Gladio took the ruler. It was solid, had a good heft to it. Made a noise like a whip cracking when he swung it through the air. “Count 'em, professor.”
Gladio smacked the ruler over the roundest part of Ignis' ass. The force of the blow knocked him against the hard edge of the desk. A rectangular impression of the ruler appeared on his skin, blanching white and then turning an angry red. Despite that, Ignis barely made a noise. “One,” he said, standing on his toes to present his ass to Gladio.
Gladio delivered the next few blows in rapid succession, harder this time. Ignis' ass grew redder and redder. The first one knocked him off his tiptoes and each successive one rocked him forward with a thump. But he still didn't so much as gasp.
FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 8/?
“What was that score you gave me, Professor Scientia?”
“The score that your feeble-mindedness deserved.”
“Which was?”
Ignis' gaze flicked to the wooden ruler. “Thirteen.”
“That's right.” Gladio bent him over the desk again. Apparently they were all in the same page with this because Noct grabbed the ruler. Prompto – still pink and bright-eyed from his blowie – held Ignis down by the shoulders, pinching his front to the surface of the desk. Noct scowled at Gladio but offered the ruler to him.
“You do the honours,” Gladio said.
The frown lifted by a micrometer. “Nah. Your arms are stronger.” He gave Gladio one of those dorky grins he thought made him look so smooth. “Sides, I've got plans of my own.”
“Fair enough.” Gladio took the ruler. It was solid, had a good heft to it. Made a noise like a whip cracking when he swung it through the air. “Count 'em, professor.”
Gladio smacked the ruler over the roundest part of Ignis' ass. The force of the blow knocked him against the hard edge of the desk. A rectangular impression of the ruler appeared on his skin, blanching white and then turning an angry red. Despite that, Ignis barely made a noise. “One,” he said, standing on his toes to present his ass to Gladio.
Gladio delivered the next few blows in rapid succession, harder this time. Ignis' ass grew redder and redder. The first one knocked him off his tiptoes and each successive one rocked him forward with a thump. But he still didn't so much as gasp.
“Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.”
“How's he looking, Prompto?” Gladio asked.