Punishment

Tamaki watched as Hunny and Haruhi threw rocks into the pond on the grounds of Ouran academy. It was very hot outside, and the supposedly infallible cooling system had failed. The inside temperature was that of early January. So, the students had a choice: very, very cold, or very, very hot. The host club had tried the cold, and now was outside, thawing their frozen limbs.

Kyouya was also watching their two smallest hosts, but not with the same daze that Tamaki was in. His mind was calculating, as always. Suddenly, he turned to Tamaki, a half smile on his lips.

“Father?” He asked softly.
“Hmm?” Tamaki replied, his eyes still glued to the view of Haruhi’s ass when she leaned forward.
“Isn’t throwing rocks against school rules?” Kyouya asked.
“So it is,” Tamaki replied thoughtfully, his eyes sparkling as he understood Kyouya’s game. He sighed theatrically and called out, loud enough for the rock skippers to hear,
“Oh, Mother! I am afraid our daughter is being naughty.”
“Yes Father, I see that.” Kyouya said equally loudly, smirking.
“I am afraid we shall have to punish her.” Tamaki said, sounding a little excited at the prospect.

Haruhi and Hunny had dropped their rocks and were looking back and forth between Tamaki and Kyouya.
“But Tama-kan! I was throwing rocks, too!” Hunny protested.
“But we are Sempai. They cannot punish us.” Mori interjected from his seat in a tree, where he’d been reading.
The twins, Hikaru and Kaoru, looked up from their board game.
“It’s okay Hunny. I know.” Haruhi sighed. “How much do I owe for this one?”
She looked at Kyouya. He didn’t reply right away.

The entire Host Club was listening in, trying not to seem interested. Kyouya smiled, his glasses flashing in the sunlight.
“We shall have to negotiate. Inside, if you please.” Tamaki and Kyouya stood up. Haruhi followed them back inside, shivering as they walked up many stairs and past the third music room.

Haruhi had never been in this part of the school before. She looked around, curious. Everything appeared the same as every where else, the pink marble and red carpeting just as flashy. She was still thinking about the atrocity of the color scheme when they arrived.
Where ever they were.

Kyouya unlocked the door, his face giving no sign to emotion as he stepped back and waited for Haruhi to enter. As she did, a light flicked on. She glanced around. Bookshelves lined the walls. There were two dark wood desks and a filing cabinet. There was another door on the opposite wall. It led to what was probably a filing room.

The two men entered behind her and closed the door. It was cold in here, but not so cold as the rest of the school. There was a small heater in the wall.

“Now Haruhi, for your punishment,” Tamaki began, leaning against the front of his desk and crossing his arms. There was a soft click as Kyouya locked the door. He saw her bewildered look.

“For privacy.” He explained, pushing up his glasses with his index and middle fingers. He crossed the room to lean Tamaki-style against his own desk.

“For your punishment. You will be spanked.”

Haruhi’s jaw dropped. “S-spanked?”
“Like the naughty daughter you are.” Kyouya agreed, his eyes shining with amusement-- or lust.
“No.” she said, crossing her arms.
“Well, we could charge you for the potential damage. Suppose the rock had hit a window? The statue? Or even-- another student?”
She stared at them, hardly believing what she was hearing. Then she hung her head.
“Fine. Spank me.”
The men exchanged a glance and a smile. Tamaki moved behind his desk and sat down, pulling the chair out further than was strictly necessary. He bent Haruhi over his knee and hit her once, through her pants. Then he frowned.

“No, this will never do.” He muttered and pulled her pants and underwear down to her knees. She was trying to object when his hand landed hard on her ass. She gasped in surprise and bit her lip. Again and again his hand fell, and by the eighth strike her cheeks were covered in tears, wetting the side of Tamaki’s leg. Her ass was also turning a very fetching shade of pink, but only Tamaki and Kyouya knew that.

Tamaki released her and she stood, sorely, trying to pull up her pants. Kyouya looked up from the paper work he’d been pretending to do.

“Don’t bother. They’re coming off anyway.”

Tears of humiliation dripped down her cheeks as she removed her pants. She folded them and put them on Tamaki’s desk, then did the same with her underwear.

Tamaki stared at the wet spots on his pants. one was from her tears, but the other was warm, and silky to the touch. He rubbed the spot as he contemplated what it was. It was on the backs of Haruhi’s thighs and on his hands. It was her arousal, and it didn’t help his arousal. Or maybe it did, as he became harder.

Kyouya cleared off his desk top and pushed Haruhi over it, her feet still planted on the floor, her butt in the air, right in his face. He stood and straightened his glasses.
“Tamaki,” he began, in his lecture voice, “This is a better position. You see, it gives you much more swing room.” He demonstrated. Haruhi yelped at the sting, then bit her lip and he continued. She felt her nipples becoming hard, and as he smacked her and they rubbed against the desk, it only aroused her further. Finally she whimpered, and Kyouya stopped, the hand which had been smacking her still raised. He leaned over her to touch her face, his erection rubbing against her throbbing clit along the way. She moaned out his name, and he smirked.

“Do you want it?” He asked, his breath striking her ear, then his tongue darting out to lick the lobe.

“I…I, Gods. Yes!” She replied as he started bucking his hips teasingly. Kyouya smirked and stood, unzipping his pants. Tamaki approached and did the same.

Kyouya lifted Haruhi up and draped her further over the desk, so that her nipples perched on the very edge. Her feet no longer touched the floor, and her pelvis was supported only by Kyouya’s hands. He ran the head of his cock over her ass hole, then down into her folds, coating it in just a little of her own juices. Then, without warning, he plunged himself up to the hilt in her ass.

She opened her mouth to scream, but all that came out was a muffled “mmph” as Tamaki filled her mouth with his own cock. Kyouya withdrew and pulled a bottle of lubricant from a drawer of his desk. Tamaki looked over Haruhi and smiled as he recognized the bottle. Kyouya drizzled it over Haruhi’s hole before replacing it in the drawer. Tamaki’s face hardened a little as he looked down at Haruhi. He grabbed a handful of her hair.
“Suck, bitch.” He instructed, tugging her hair forward as he pushed himself further down her throat. At the same time, Kyouya pushed his cock into Haruhi’s arse. She opened her mouth and managed a small cry before Tamaki plunged his hips forward.

They plunged in and out of her, developing a rhythm. Meanwhile, Her tongue was wreaking havoc on Tamaki’s control. Each time Kyouya entered her, she swallowed Tamaki’s head. And each time he withdrew, so did Tamaki.

Just when she’d gotten used to this, the rhythm stopped and a counter point began. Tamaki thrust in as Kyouya withdrew, and Vice verse. She came all over the desk, and Kyouya followed.

Tamaki withdrew as her orgasm began, for fear of teeth. When it was through, and Kyouya had withdrawn, The shadow King helped Haruhi to her feet, her legs trembling. Tamaki circled the desk and took her in his arms, kissing her passionately before laying her across the desk, face up this time. He pulled a condom from another drawer, and Haruhi found herself wondering what else they kept in their desks. That thought, and all others, for that matter, left her head as Tamaki entered her, his dick stretching her unused tunnel and tearing through her maidenhood. He pumped into her as Kyouya rubbed lotion into her chest. Her arms were above her head, held in place by one of Kyouya’s hands. Tamaki began building speed, and Kyouya leaned down to whisper in Haruhi’s ear.
“He loves it when you talk dirty.”
Haruhi gasped at the naughty thoughts that suddenly sprang to mind.
“oh, Tamaki! Damn, you… ah… I want you to cum, and I want to take the condom and smear your seed all over my chest. I want to roll over and ride you as my boobs flop above your head and Kyouya rides me from behind. I’m going to fuck you again and again until you can hardly walk.”
He came inside her and then slouched over her, exhausted. They rested like that for a moment before Tamaki withdrew. Kyouya smiled as Haruhi stood.

“It appears you’ve ruined my desk.” He said, smirking at the mess that had already started drying on the surface.
“That’s another three hundred yen. Or another spanking.”
“Fine. But can we wait until tomorrow? I need to get to class.”
“Of course. But one more thing.”
“Yes?”
“We keep these,” Tamaki said, exhibiting her underwear on one finger.
She smiled and pulled on her pants, straightened her top, and left.