You get sent to the Headmaster's office because you are not appropriately dressed. When you arrive I see instantly why: you skirt is so short your tight white panties are showing. I can see your arousal and your hard nipples poking thru the fabric of your thin blouse. You're carrying a note from your teacher that says: "I recommend the maximum number of strokes with the cane." I read the note aloud to you, and notice the tears welling up as I sternly ask you to explain yourself....
My face is wildly red as you look me over. I’m sure I’m about to get expelled. My eyes are overflowing with tears as I tell you that this was the outfit my father picked out for me today.
You come around the desk and lift your cane off the wall nearby as you go. Walking right up to me, you look into my eyes and I swallow, whimpering.
“I believe I agree with your teacher then. Maximum strokes with the cane is 50. You will count out each one or I will start over. Understood?”
I start crying again. “Yes, Sir.”
You move to sit down on a bench and pull me over to you. “Bend over my lap, please.”
I do as I’m told, shaking in fear.
You flip up my skirt and without thinking you palm my ass cheeks. I squeal and kick a bit but you bring the cane down on my ass and I cry out loudly. “Please, Sir!”
“If you don’t count I start over.” You hit me again.
“Two!” I cry.
“No, that’s one. We started over, stupid girl.” You say.
Another stroke hits home.
“Two!” I scream.
“That’s better. Good girl.”
Another stroke.
“Three!”
Another.
“Four!”
And another.
I scream out, but I couldn’t manage to make it form the next number. My ass is on fire and my white panties are getting even wetter.
“Starting over.” You say? Bringing down the cane again.
I start struggling to get away, thrashing violently about and twisting over. “No! Please! Please, Sir! I’ll do anything!”
“Anything?” You ask, raising a brow.
I sniffle. “Yes, sir. Whatever you want, just not the cane.”
“Very well. Another offer. You suck my cock and get me hard. Let me fuck 50 strokes into those pretty lips of yours.”
“Th-then I can go?” I stammer.
“Maybe. You’ll have to do a good job.” You grin and caress my cheek.
“I’ll d-do my best.”
“Then get on your knees.”
I obey.
You pull out your cock, already half hard, and way bigger than I could have imagined.
I shifted to get settled. I’d only ever sucked my boyfriend’s cock once and we’d almost got caught by the janitor.
I take your cock in my mouth and suck it, getting it nice and hard. I keep the bottom half in my hand so you don’t choke me.
Once you’re fully hard, you pull my hand away. “Put your hands behind your back. This is a punishment after all.”
I reluctantly do as I am told. You grip my hair with both hands to keep it out of the way and to control my head. Then you start thrusting into my throat hard. I can hear you grunt numbers as you count, but I loose track as you start to go too deep and I start to gag.
At around 24, I gag and almost throw up on you, pushing myself away to prevent it.
“Dumb bitch. Get back down there.” You say, slapping my face and torching me back down. There’s saliva everywhere and I can’t relax enough to take you into my throat again.
Eventually, you give up. I’m a crying and slobbering mess at this point.
“If we can’t get to 50 this way, we’ll have to do another kind of stroke.”
You yanked me up and toss me over your desk so that I’m bent over it with my ass in the air. You mount me without a second thought and I scream as you tear right through my hymen, giving a pleasurable groan.
“Oh… you were a virgin? Sorry, slut. Maybe your daddy with think twice about sending you to school in clothes like this again.” You mock.
I’m sobbing against your desk calendar as you ram into me. I can hear you counting again. You finally managed to get past 24. You keep going, counting: “29, 30, 31, 32…”
Your thrusts keep getting harder and I’m just holding onto the desk for dear life.
“45, 46, 47, whew… 48, 49, 50, 51-“
The last number trailed off, but you keep pounding my cervix with your hard cock.
“No! That’s 50! Stop! Stop!”
“I’m.. almost… done…” you pant and grunt as you keep going. “So close. Should have… let me fuck your throat..”
I struggle, but you’re able to hold me down against the desk easily. With tears gushing from my eyes, I’m horrified that you continue. Some how, my brain continues counting from where you left off.
…75, 76, 77,…
You lift a leg up onto the desk to thrust in deeper than before.
…89, 90, 91, 92,…
You keep going, harder and faster until I finally hear you grunt out.
“So.. close… gonna.. take my seed… te-teach you to.. be a fucking whore!” You roar out as you sink as deep as possible inside me.
I feel your thick cock pulsing against my cervix. I can even feel your hot seed filling up my womb.
“Mmm… that’s a good little bitch.”
I’m broken on your desk when you finally pull out. You put your cane handle into my pussy and walk around the desk, standing there in front of me with your wet, half-hard dick hanging in front of my face. You pet my messed up hair as you reach for the phone.
You dial a number, then I hear you speak to someone in the other side. “Ah yes, Mr. Taladore. It seems your daughter was disrupting class with her unapproved outfit today. We’ve pulled her from class. You need to come pick her up.”
There is a little back and forth, but my father agrees to come get me.
“You will stay right there until your father gets here. We’re going to tell him what a fucking whore you are.”
I felt strange when that made my sore pussy throb. Did I really want to be seen like this by my daddy? Did he know this would happen?
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Shall I write a part 2?
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i was tagged by @nuclearstorms @morvaris and @arklay to do this quiz for some of my ocs, thank you so much everyone!! i’m giving all of you a kiss
not sure who did this already so feel free to ignore it! i’m tagging: @cultistbase @ianeiras @aelyosos @montliyets @faarkas @reaperkiller @keevan @swordcoasts @steelport @camelliagwerm @avallachs @jacobseed @denerims @shadowglens and whoever else wants to do this!
WHAT GOD ARE YOU?
– VESPER MOXLEY: Mirror God
You are a reflected God, trapped by a curse. Changing form as interesting things pass your little window into the world. You emulate the beautiful faces you see as they get made up and powdered before airing on television. You emulate the quaint little farms that run on commercials for cranberries. You copy these bits and pieces of media, these TV people, these ideals, into an identity. You know you are something quite different.. but do not remember what you were or what you liked before becoming a reflection. You know one day you will leave this mirror and you will not look the way you wish to, it scares you. Why does it scare you?
(+ i took it twice for vesper because i was so hmmmm about the result and now the two combined are making me sob)
Void Ghost
You have not yet been born into belief. Why don’t you believe in yourself? It's very critical to existing at this stage. You're floating around, for now, looking for your place in the new and rapidly changing world of humans.
– FENIX HAYES: God of the Unused Fireplace
You are a very powerful fire demon (you think so anyway). Since this house was built in 2008 with an electric heater, the occupants have never called upon you. You wonder what you would do if they lit you up (burn the place down probably). You want to roar ferociously and combust into a fire the size of the sun! For now, you lay in the hearth invisibly next to unlightable decorative candles and wait.
– DANIEL MOXLEY: Gust God
You were born free! As free as the grass grows! You could go in so many directions right now you might pull yourself apart trying. There are kites to fly and wheat to whip through and birds to knock around and- Oh no, you’ve tornadoed an old woman’s garage sale sign away. Go pick that up!
– VIOLANTE WAESPHINE: Void Ghost
You have not yet been born into belief. Why don’t you believe in yourself? It's very critical to existing at this stage. You're floating around, for now, looking for your place in the new and rapidly changing world of humans.
– ZEFYR: Force of Flood
It’s torture. You feel every blade of grass, every kitchen tile, every little set of running feet as you consume the land. You don’t mean to! You’re so angry! Why do they treat you this way!? You were an ocean spirit once, calmly sending waves and rains inland. The people were happy, you were pristine. Now every summer they have only built more, dumped more, stole more from you, WHY COULDN'T THEY BE HAPPY WITH THE RAINS AND GRASSES? "I WILL WASH AWAY YOUR ROADS! I WILL SOONER WIPE YOU FROM THE EARTH THAN SUCCUMB TO YOUR SLOW POISONING!", you bellow from roiling brown flood plains.
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I didn't know we could request readers getting hurt. In that case can I request the hotels cast reaction to dogday reader getting the game dogday treatment as an exterminator cuts them in half. Like game dogday they're still alive but ouchy
TW: GORE AND BLOOD MENTIONS (not detailed but it’s there)
HAZBIN HOTEL X DOGDAY! READER
prompt: during the fight against the Angels, you let your guard down at the wrong moment…..
You used your 8ft frame and to slap and crush the angels as Angel dust shoots the angel from your shoulder as husk throw explosive dice and sharp spade cards around you three. It was a good them effort as you had his stomped out an Angel with your huge paw. You were helping the hotel defend against the angels as you never saw this actually coming.
You heard a whimper seeing one of the egg boiz be chased by an angel as you ran over and crushed the angel’s head in your paw that had angelic metal in it. The egg boi immediately cuddled up to you as you picked it up.
You must have been so worried that you didn’t noticed an angel behind you and the egg. But it was too late as the egg boi’s eyes widen seeing an exterminator behind the two of you.
You felt a stab in your abdomen as you looked down to see an angelic spear stab you. You felt blood trickle down your mouth as it burned inside of you.
A piercing scream rang out the battle field as you felt you lose the strength seeing blood pour out. Your friends perk up at that knowing scream of yours. Charlie looks down from the roof with her father to see what was going on. She gasped covering her mouth lookin at you. The angel takes the spear out of you as she slashes your body in half.
Your upper and lower body collided to the ground and blood spill from your mouth hearing foot steps and an evil laughter as you heard someone’s voice. “DONT WORRY! WE’RE COMING SUNNY!” It was all muffled due to the blood loss as you couldn’t hear who it even was.
Blood filled your nose, screams, the feeling of blood loss, and the sounds of bombs blowing up. It all rang in your ears as the last thing you see is the angel who cut you being shot. Before you passed out.
You wake up seeing the crew look down relieved but some had a disturbed face as you tried to move your “legs”…..
Your legs….wait….
You look down to see your bottom half to be gone only to se a bandaged half. Your eyes widen shaking as the white pupils of your eyes disappear. You sob painfully looking down as your dog ears over your face. Charlie covers her mouth seeing your sadness at the lost of your legs as she hugs you .
Angel and husk joins as well as the other as they all crowed you trying to show that they are here for you. You felt loved, but what will you do now…….
Months has passed and you are in a wheel chair. At the loss of your legs, it’s like you became a new person who doesn’t smile much but still grant a smile towards a friend who needs one. You have the slight scent of vanilla but mixed with blood due to the blood in your body at times. Your voice also had changed as the scream you let out ruined your normal vocal cord. So now you sound a little depressed.
But still Charlie helps you to walk with you using your arms. You got the hang of it quickly but you’re use to the wheelchair since it doesn’t take your energy away.
Angel helps you move around in your wheel chair as he makes joke with you as you smile or with either grumble jokingly at his dirty jokes.
Lucifer, he’s trying to find a way to heal you as he feels like he failed to protect you. One of his own people. Even his own friend that he felt like you were as you always was friendly to other and him.
Alastor lets you sleep in your wheel chair as he plays soft jazz in your room or if you want to listen to his radio broadcast
Husk still snuggles again you but not like a cat in your lap type snuggle. Nah he just lays down with you on the couch as you snore while he purrs.
Niffty decorated your wheel chair to your liking as she smiles seeing your grateful smile as she hugs your fluffy arm.
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