Discipline
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+. to F › Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
8,496
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Instrumental Discipline
Author's Note: A little tidbit for my delectable Raffi, who offered the violin lesson prompt. Also posted at the LJ Community Fanfic_Bakeoff for the "yielding" prompt, hence the 300-word limit.
Instrumental Discipline
Ciel sawed a few more notes then withdrew the violin from beneath his chin. "This is torture, Sebastian."
Sebastian placed a gloved fingertip on the page of the slender red book he was reading and said: "At age five, Frederick was banished to his room with only bread and water for two days for failing to memorize his daily Bible verse." He said, with a little smile.
Ciel huffed and replaced the instrument. After making the exact same mistake in the exact same place for a third time, he stopped and said, "I hate this."
Sebastian nodded, recognizing the truth when he heard it. The boy was impatient. Learning to play the violin encouraged patience while making use of his vigorous mind and determined nature. "Little Ann Baker was whipped during spelling lessons to aid her memory," he read aloud.
"You won't whip me," Ciel said, glaring and pointing his bow.
Sebastian smiled and placed his hand on his chest, the volume on Victorian child rearing lying open in his lap. He bowed his head, ever so slightly.
"You won't," repeated Ciel, and raised the violin to begin the dratted Mozart again.
It was true, he wouldn't, though he was quite adept with a horsewhip. An image came of the boy, prancing around a ring, the tail of Sebastian's whip chasing him with delightful cracks and pops, lightly kissing his plump little behind. Sebastian shivered with delight.
Ciel played once again, then made then made precisely the same error a fourth time, and flung the violin. The butler caught it mid-flight, just before it would have struck his face. "Spare the rod, spoil the child," he said, rising and walking to Ciel with a resolute step. No whip, of course, but a good spanking would do wonders for them both.
Ciel sawed a few more notes then withdrew the violin from beneath his chin. "This is torture, Sebastian."
Sebastian placed a gloved fingertip on the page of the slender red book he was reading and said: "At age five, Frederick was banished to his room with only bread and water for two days for failing to memorize his daily Bible verse." He said, with a little smile.
Ciel huffed and replaced the instrument. After making the exact same mistake in the exact same place for a third time, he stopped and said, "I hate this."
Sebastian nodded, recognizing the truth when he heard it. The boy was impatient. Learning to play the violin encouraged patience while making use of his vigorous mind and determined nature. "Little Ann Baker was whipped during spelling lessons to aid her memory," he read aloud.
"You won't whip me," Ciel said, glaring and pointing his bow.
Sebastian smiled and placed his hand on his chest, the volume on Victorian child rearing lying open in his lap. He bowed his head, ever so slightly.
"You won't," repeated Ciel, and raised the violin to begin the dratted Mozart again.
It was true, he wouldn't, though he was quite adept with a horsewhip. An image came of the boy, prancing around a ring, the tail of Sebastian's whip chasing him with delightful cracks and pops, lightly kissing his plump little behind. Sebastian shivered with delight.
Ciel played once again, then made then made precisely the same error a fourth time, and flung the violin. The butler caught it mid-flight, just before it would have struck his face. "Spare the rod, spoil the child," he said, rising and walking to Ciel with a resolute step. No whip, of course, but a good spanking would do wonders for them both.