"Why didn't you do your homework?" Liam towered over Zayn in his seat.

"I was too busy thinking about other things," Zayn smirked at his teacher.

Liam cleared his throat, "This is the third assignment in two weeks you've neglected to do. Be very careful Mr. Malik or you might very well fail this class.

Zayn stood up and leaned on the top of his desk. "A whole 'nother year with you. Couldn't think of anything better."

"Malik!" professor Payne barked at the disruptive boy. "Sit down or I'll send you to the principal's office."

Zayn bit his lip and raised an eyebrow, "Why do that when I'm sure your punishments are far better?"

Liam's mouth fell open at that as the entire class sucked in a shock breath. Zayn had always been the class clown, interrupting class with brash comments. But he'd never been so inappropriate before. "Mr. Malik. Sit. Down," Liam growled. Zayn's eyes went wide and he dropped into his seat. Everyone else in the class ooooohh'd teasingly at Zayn's discipline. "I don't want to hear another word from you for the rest of class You'll stay after to discuss your future at this school."

Zayn knew he'd taken it too far this time, but Liam was right there, so close to him, and Zayn couldn't help the words tumbling out of his mouth. He kept a tight clench on his lips the rest of class while Liam finished the lesson, casting furtive glances Zayn's way. As the kids filed out Zayn packed his bag slowly, preparing himself for the worst. He'd get kicked out of school, away from Liam's class. Liam waited for him at the front of the room leaning on his desk with his arms crossed and a stern gaze. Zayn nearly whimpered as he sat in his desk and waited. Once the last kids shut the door behind them Liam tilted his head to the side and gave Zayn one long look from head to toe with surmising eyes. Zayn fidgeted in his seat under the scrutiny.

"Come here," Liam ordered. Zayn nearly ran to the front at Liam's call. Liam chuckled and raised a brow. "Now you want to obey?"

Zayn kept his gaze down at his feet, "I'm, I'm sorry. What I said earlier. I didn't-"

"Mean it? Hmm, that's too bad. I always fancied myself good at punishments."

Zayn's eyes rose to Liam's face in shock only to be met with Liam's calculating gaze. "Wh-what?"

Liam nodded to the floor, arms still folded over his broad chest. "Kneel." Zayn's brows scrunched up, sure he'd heard wrong. "Can you not follow simple instructions? Kneel," he nearly snarled this time. Zayn's knees gave out and had him on the floor in seconds. His hands instinctively clasped behind his back to wait for Liam's next command. "You," Liam chuckled, "have been my biggest vice all year." He stood up from leaning on the desk and walked slowly around Zayn on the floor. "With your thinly-veiled flirting, then your blatant come ons, and now your bold-faced begging to be fucked."

Zayn whimpered when his indiscretions were laid out before him. He'd really been so desperate for Liam the whole year? He never really thought about the things he said when Liam stood before him. They just sort of came out. "I'm sorry," was all he could come up with.

Liam stood in front of Zayn again and gripped his hair between his fingers and tugged his head back to look up at him. Zayn whined and then cleared his throat to cover it up, but Liam wasn't having it. "Why be sorry now that I'm finally going to give you what you want."

Zayn's mouth fell open at the implication. Was Liam seriously? "Mr. Payne, I-"

"I'm sure words aren't the most useful thing your mouth can think to produce right now, Malik." With that Liam's hands went to his slick trousers and the black belt that held them in place. Zayn swallowed thickly with realization. Zayn was finally going to get what he'd wanted for months for. He couldn't help the moan that accompanied the idea. "Better. Want me, love?" Liam's hand slipped inside his trousers and over his bulge. Zayn bit his lip and watched Liam's hand move with fascination. "Say it, Zayn. Do you want me or not?"

Zayn was snapped from his reverie by Liam's demand. "Yes, sir," he choked out. Liam hummed in approval and tucked his pants down under his balls as he pulled his hard cock out. Zayn actually moaned at just the sight. Liam was thick, uncut, and leaking. Zayn licked his lips with thirst. "Please, sir."

"So obedient. I knew you were a good boy at heart."

Zayn's eyes flicked up to Liam's eyes, "With the right incentive."

Liam chuckled, "Of course." He lead his tip to Zayn's lips and rubbed the precome across his mouth, "Enough incentive for you?"

Zayn pursed his lips and kissed Liam's tip, "Plenty."

Liam sighed and pushed into Zayn's mouth. Zayn hummed around him as Liam filled his mouth to the hilt, his lips stretching taunt around Liam's shaft. Liam kept his grip firm in Zayn's hair and began to thrust into Zayn's mouth. Zayn's eyes fell shut as his body relaxed and accepted what Liam gave him. "Look at me," Liam snapped. Zayn's eyes popped open and he lifted his gaze to Liam's face. His eyelids felt heavy, but he fought to keep them open when he saw Liam's flushed cheeks, and bitten-red lips. Zayn hollowed his cheeks when Liam's thrusts became faster and more shallow. Liam groaned and rocked down Zayn's throat the closer he came to his climax.

Zayn's hands were itching to touch, but the idea that Liam was so utterly in charge had Zayn holding back and sitting still for him. His eyes started watering but he kept his lips tight and cheeks sucked in. He could breath afterwards. Liam pushed a long groan from his lips as he spilled down Zayn's throat. Zayn sputtered without a warning, but hurriedly gulped down what he could. Liam's fingers loosened in his hair as his breathing returned to a more level pace. When he looked down and saw a trail of cum sitting on Zayn's chin he moaned and wiped it up, only to feed it to Zayn after.

Zayn accepted the reward with a small smile. He kept his eyes on Liam as he lifted Zayn up from under his arms. Liam tucked himself back into his pants but didn't redo his trousers. Zayn wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned to grab his bag. He wasn't sure how to end this so he planned to just duck out and wank when he got home to the memories in his head, but he was stopped by Liam's rough voice. "Come back here."

Zayn turned to see Liam standing in front of his white board with a ruler clenched in his hand. Zayn gulped and wandered back to the man. "Sir?"

"Bend over the desk."

"What?" Liam stepped up behind Zayn and, with one hand in his shoulder and the other on his waist, bent Zayn over his desk. Zayn's hands came up by his face and his fingers curled to claw at the desk. "Sir?"

"You'll need to be punished so you understand your behavior in my class was wrong. Know that whenever you misbehave you will be punished. Understood?"

Zayn tried to ignore how his cock twitched at the promise. "Yes, sir."

Liam hmm'd his assent and trailed the ruled from between Zayn's shoulder blades to the tip of his ass. "Lower your pants." Zayn's fingers curled again before hastily undoing his jeans and pushing them and his pants past his bum to mid-thigh. Liam hummed again at the sight and used his free hand to palm Zayn's ass. Zayn moaned and grinded against the side of the desk, seeking friction. Then Liam's hand was gone and back on him with a sharp slap. Zayn raised up on his tiptoes with the pain, a whimper leaving his lips. "Be still. You won't get off unless I say and how I say."

Zayn's fingers still curled and uncurled on the wood, looking for purchase, but he nodded with his face pressed to the desk. "Yes, sir."

"Spread your legs and don't lock your knees." With that Liam landed the first spanking across Zayn's cheeks with the wooden ruler. Zayn screamed at the burst of fire on his skin, making Liam reach around and clasp a hand over his mouth. "Quiet, love." Zayn nodded and Liam released him. He heard the whoosh of the stick before it landed its blow, but Zayn was still taken by surprise and squealed in pain. Liam huffed, obviously annoyed at Zayn's disobedience. He opened a drawer and took out one of the clean cloths he used to wipe the board down and shoved it in Zayn's mouth. Zayn humphed in surprise but relaxed when Liam's hands wandered his body. "Now you can be as loud as you want," Liam encouraged.

Another hit. Zayn screamed into the gag and fought to keep his hips still as the tingle spread over his body. His cock was hard and aching, but Zayn did his best to ignore it. Fourth smack, fifth, sixth. Zayn was shivering from the overwhelming sensations. Liam soothed him with his free hand and kind words. "Taking your punishment so well, Zaynie. God your arse is so red. So pretty."

Seventh hit, Eighth. Zayn was moaning unabashed now that the pain had become more of a buzzing thrum through his whole body. He hips were twitching but mostly contained as Liam landed the ninth blow. Tears were streaking down Zayn's cheeks now and onto the desk. The tenth spanking was the hardest by far, making Zayn sob through his gag and breath short, hasty breaths in through his nose. Liam pulled the gag out and set the ruler down. Zayn was red all over. Red eyes, red lips, red fingers, red ass. Liam couldn't stop looking at it, the thick red stripes from where the ruler hit. Liam was aching in his pants and needed some relief now. He leaned over Zayn's back and pressed himself against the boy. Zayn moaned at the rough fabric and zipper of Liam's trousers against his sensitive backside. Liam hummed his approval and curled one arm around Zayn's waist and brought the other to wrap around his leaking prick. Zayn moaned out and bucked into the touch.

"Shh," Liam reminded and soothed him. "I've got you. Come on." Liam's hand tugged on Zayn's painful erection as he rubbed himself into Zayn's warm cheeks. Zayn arched back into Liam and came over his hand, trembling with the effort. Liam brought his now cum-covered hand to Zayn's hip and rocked against him until he was stuttering in his movements and coming in his pants. Zayn whined a tiny sound as Liam's full body weight fell on top of him. Liam kissed his neck and stood up before sliding Zayn's pants and jeans back up. Zayn hissed at the burn but slumped back down when Liam was done.

When it didn't seem like Zayn was going to move, Liam picked him up and turned him to face him. Zayn's eyes were foggy and distant. "Zaynie? Love," Liam gently slapped his face, "Look at me." Zayn blinked and swallowed before settling his eyes on Liam's face. "There we are."

Zayn smiled a dopey smile and nuzzled into Liam's neck. "Wow."

"Yeah," Liam chuckled, "Wow." He rubbed his back and said, "You okay to drive?" Zayn nodded into his neck and curled his fingers in the front of Liam's shirt. "Okay, Zaynie, then off you go. Tell your mom you stayed for homework help." He pulled Zayn back to look him over. "Are you okay?"

Zayn nodded lazily with a pleased smile. "Great."

"Great," Liam repeated. "Come on." Zayn went and grabbed his bag from his chair and came back to Liam at the open door. Liam reached around and slipped a little white piece of paper into his back pocket. "My number," he acknowledged, "in case you misbehave again." He patted the pocket with his digits inside, making Zayn squeak because of his still sore bum before the student practically skipped down the hall and out of the school.