♝ Xiumin & Jiyong's Room

@♝ Xiumin “I swear, Seonsaeng! No one has ever touched me! I wouldn’t know what to do!” He protested, and his face was so innocent and red that he surely looked like he was a blushing .
Each swing of the paddle made him whimper miserably, with tears rolling down his puffy face, but he was so aroused by the time he got to ‘Fifteen’, that his voice was croaky and unstable. God, it felt so good. Minseok always knew how to rile him up.
He wanted to beg for his brother’s , but he was too stubborn to drop the act.
“Seonsaeng! It hurts!” He squeaked, and even went as far as struggling when his hands were tied behind his back, uselessly trying to get free, “what are you doing Seonsaeng? You promised we’d be good after the paddle! Seonsaeng!” He insisted, utterly scandalised by the feeling of his brother’s against him, as much as a student would be, but he had to fight with himself not to push his oversensitive against it. “Seonsaeng! Please! I’m s-scared!”

@♝ Kwon Jiyong "Are you calling me a liar?" Minseok hissed, challenging the naughty 'student'. "You don't know how?" he raised a brow, a look of mock disbelief on his handsome face. "Certainly could've fooled me."
They way Jiyong stood, the way his turned a pretty pink, the sounds he made, and the way he stuttered gave Minseok the biggest satisfaction, especially as the hard wood came down on his bare cheeks over and over again. The man had perfect self control, making sure to spank his brother with just the right amount of pressure, enough to hurt, to feel good, but not enough to leave lasting damage. Jiyong probably wouldn't have minded, he did like pain after all, but Minseok wanted him able to sit down later. He didn't want to him up too badly. Not today anyways. After fifteen smacks, the 'teacher' tossed the paddle aside and undid his belt, his forming a huge tent in his slacks by now. "Don't move." he ordered, using his belt to tie Jiyong's hands behind his back before taking his out and pocking his twin's cheeks with it."

@♝ Xiumin "Seonsaeng! I'm telling the truth!" he pleaded, shaking his head as he's called pretty, even though it does make his heart clench in his chest, sometimes he could be really sensitive to praise. "I do care about my future... but I can't just... I can't just seduce teachers... I wouldn't know how..." he protested, just to then wince visibly at his brother's snapping, oh he was good. Very good.
"Y-yes, Seonsaeng..." he whimpered, teary-eyed, hands balling into fists as he waited for the paddle, he could feel his brother pulling the fabric of his skirt up further, exposing him completely, and he had to bite hard on his lower lip not to moan, his already leaking on the desk he was bending over on.
He squeaked and whimpered loudly when the paddle finally hit his , instant pain shooting through him made his whole body throb for many different reasons. It was a feeling he relished somehow.
"O-one," he whimpered, his lips.

@♝ Kwon Jiyong "I'm not so sure I believe you." Minseok chuckled softly. "You're pretty, and you're /so/ concerned about your grades and your college application. I'd bet you'd do anything to keep them up." He saw the tears in his brother's eyes, and many years ago, he would've panicked, would've stopped and apologized and coddled his precious Jiji until he was calm. He new better now though. Jiyong was channeling those emotions they'd both experienced at a certain point in their life, and he knew how thrilling it was to be able to use those feelings for pleasure, to willingly experience them in a controlled environment.
"Quit blubbering." he snapped. "I don't care how much you cry. Don't give me your sob story. It doesn't work on me." he smirked, watching the skinnier male put himself on display for his viewing pleasure. "I'll hurt you as much as I need to for the lesson to sink in." he pulled the skirt up further on Jiyong's waist, not wanting the fabric to shield any part of the skin from the spanking.
"I want you to count for me." he growled, rearing back before bringing the paddle down hard on his brother's round globes.

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@♝ Xiumin Jiyong had to refrain from smirking, his brother was becoming impatient and he loved that. It meant he was in for a very good .
Somehow it was easy for him to reach into himself, and tap into the times he had felt panic in the past to then display it on his face, it was like he was feeling it as well, but in the safety of his brother’s watch.
He winced at the yelling, his eyes bending in shame, “I’ve never done anything like that, Seonsaeng... it’s wrong...” he stammered, shivering under the touch on his , so tentalising, but it was too early to lean into it. “Please Seonsaeng, don’t,” he pleaded, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes.
He nodded quickly at the order, but he still hesitated before moving to the desk, looking at the exit as if he could bolt, he had the character nailed to the last detail.
And then he bent over, the skirt riding up, exposing his bare , but he tried to push it down, shyly. Unsuccessfully.
“Don’t hurt me too much, Seonsaeng...” he pleaded, taking in a deep breath as if to brace himself.

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@♝ Kwon Jiyong "Sure it was." Minseok scoffed. "Accidental rudeness and disrespect, huh." He grabbed Jiyong's wrist again as the male clutched his clothing, squeezing it tightly. "Touching your teacher now? You must be the type to sleep with your teacher for good grades. What a naughty student you are." He smirked. "Yah settle down!" He hissed as Jiyong began acting up, trying his patience. "Don't forget who's in charge here."
He followed Jiyong's gaze to the paddle and felt his throb. His brother was so good. Ways prepared for even the kinkiest of scenarios. "Yes. The paddle." He walked over and picked it up, running his hands over the smooth wood and admiring it. "I promise." He reached out, slipping his hand beneath the sinfully short skirt to caresses the smooth skin of Jiyong's . "Bend over the desk. Now." He waited impatiently, taking a few practice swings in the air with the instrument.

@♝ Xiumin "I did not do it on purpose, Seonsaeng, it was an accident," he protested with wide eyes, his fingers trembling as he gripped his fake-teacher's jacket, as he could make him understand. The growl from his brother's lips was enough to make him instantly hard, it wasn't just a matter of tantalising shivers any more, now his arousal was lifting his skirt just slightly. Minseok always had that effect on him.
He tried to pull away from the touch, but he clearly wasn't strong enough, "Seonsaeng! It's wrong!" he exclaimed, and he could even blush at command, but maybe it was more the flush of arousal that dusted his cheeks.
"D-don't touch me!" he pleaded, trying to run away, but freezing at the words, "C-corporal punishment? Seonsaeng.... t-the paddle?" And he looked at the offending article that was standing against the wall, so glad he actually managed to unpack it. "Will you promise not to put it on my school records t-then?" he asked, biting on his lower lip, still acting scared, but being strong.

@♝ Kwon Jiyong Minseok couldn't help but smirk at his brother's antics. Jiyong's acting was spot on, but it was also so amusing. All of it was amusing, everything was fun and games when it came to roleplaying with his mischievous twin, and it was just one of the many reasons Minseok loved him so much.
"If your application was so important, you should've thought about it before acting up like that. You know the rules around here. You're no more special than the next student. You're no exception to the punishments." the man got into his role just as much as his brother. The two of them probably could've been movie stars if they'd wanted to, but that was a life neither one of them would ever choose thanks to their parents becoming so corrupted and consumed by their fame. "I'm teaching you a lesson." Minseok growled, his hand raising up to caress one of the plump cheeks that he was so fond of. "How about I make you a deal?" he purred, moving the hand to cup a different cheek- the one on Jiyong's face. Leaning so that their noses were only centimeters apart, the pretend teacher looked into his sibling's eyes, a serious expression on his handsome features. "Instead of detention, I'll give you corporal punishment." he tilted his head, his already straining in his pants as he waited for a reply. "How does that sound?"

@♝ Xiumin Jiyong's eyes sparkled in mischief at the initial reaction he drew from his brother, but his expression was quick to school into one of perfect innocence when Xiumin quickly slipped into the role of the teacher.
He gasped in feigned terror as he saw him come towards him, and bent his head into what looked like a humble motion.
"I'm so sorry, Seonsaeng~" he muttered, softly tugging at the hem of his skirt as if he could make it longer, and cover more of him. He was a great actor.
The tug on his wrist was enough to make his twitch, and it only meant that he had to bring the acting up another notch, as he clumsily stumbled towards the desk.
"I can't have detention, Seonsaeng, it'll ruin my college application!" he protested, and it really looked like he cared about this imaginary future.
He jumped visibly at the touch on his thigh, "Seonsaeng, what are you doing?" he asked, and there was a hint of fear in his voice as his eyes went wide. He deserved an academy award.

@♝ Lil' Missy @♝ Kwon Jiyong The bed was incredibly comfortable, perhaps even more so than their one back at home- their old home at least. This was their new home now, and for as much as they were paying, it only made sense for it to be the best of the best. Minseok was deep in a peaceful slumber, dreaming about nothing. It was one of those sleeps where all one can remember is blackness when they wake up. The sudden loud crash startled the man awake, and he jumped up with a faint shout, looking around with a wild panic in his eyes. At first, he didn't know where he was, but after scanning the room and taking in the rather foreign surroundings, his eyes found a very familiar pair of asscheeks. "You little ." he grumbled, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes before nearly choking when he realized what his twin was wearing. Being the er he was, Minseok immediately fell into character. He was still dressed in his white button up shirt and black slacks, having been too drained to even strip properly before his nap. Normally, he slept or wore only the finest of pajamas, but he couldn't help but feel it was lucky he'd passed out in this particular outfit as it worked well with the teacher role he'd decided to take on. "Well, well." he smirked as he got up from the bed and padded across the plush carpet towards his brother. "That was very naughty of you. I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you detention for that." he raked his eyes up and down the other's slender body before grabbing his wrist and tugging him over to a desk that just so happened to be conveniently located beside the book shelf. "Sit. You deserve to be taught a lesson after exhibiting such disrespectful behavior towards a teacher." he scolded sternly, trailing a hand along Jiyong's outer thigh.

@♝ Xiumin Jiyong was too excited to sleep. The flight, the drive to the castle, the building, and their new room was enough to make his blood pump that much faster and his adrenaline to keep him awake.
When alone in the room, he saw his brother head directly to the bed, and he scoffed, grumbling about what a stick in the mud he was, but still letting him be as he beelined to their walk-in wardrobe and started to unpack his roleplay trunk.
There was only so much that he could do before his restlessness twisted in his mind into something very different, and as he sorted his costumes, his hands stopped on one he had yet to try. Well. Now was as good a time as any.
A few minutes later and he was prancing around the room dressed in a tartan skirt and a blazer, a bona fide school uniform, and sorting out his book collection. Thin feminine legs were bare as they stretched to reach for the higher shelf, and the already too short skirt rode up to expose his round and surprisingly cheeks. What was the point of wearing underwear? He thought, there was nothing better than letting lose after such a long time on the plane.
"," he exclaimed as his fingers slipped and a book toppled over the shelf, he reached out for it, just about stopping its fall, and turned to Xiumin to check he was still asleep.
It seemed like he was.
And suddenly Jiyong wondered why he was.
His brother needed to be a bit more fun.
And he let his fingers relax, the heavy book slipping and tumbling noisily to the floor.
"Oops," he said rather loudly, a mischievous smile on his lips as he put himself in motion again, moving books around.

@♝ Lil' Missy @♝ Kwon Jiyong Minseok was exhausted. It had been such a long day of packing. Thankfully, he and his brother could afford to pay people to pack up their belongings, but that still left them with the task of sorting through everything, making the decisions on which possessions to take with them for their new life in Russia. The things that took the longest to go through were the vast collection of toys, props, gear, and other play things, and the countless costumes and roleplay outfits that they owned. Sure, they were filthy rich and could afford to buy such things again, but some of the items were favorites and others held fond memories, such as Minseok's first riding crop. After everything had been packed up and shipped off, it had been a lengthy, nine hour flight from their home in to Korea to the mysterious Russian castle. The two men were dressed to the nines in clothes that were befitting of royalty, and surely anyone who saw them would think the kings of the castle had arrived. Minseok was wearing a black coat embroidered with an expensive, silver fabric and adorned with shiny buttons and metallic silver chain aiguillettes. Beneath the jacket was a silk dress shirt, and a pair of black slacks completed the look. As nice as his jacket was, it ended up in a crumpled heap on the floor of the twins' new room as the man hastily discarded it and flopped on the gigantic California King sized bed that he and his brother would be sharing. Too tired to even look around at his new lodgings, the wealthy man kicked off his shoes and burrowed his face into the pillow, instantly falling asleep.

@♝ Xiumin [] sorry for the ty post.. i just wanted to go ahead and start

The lil' missy, as Dongwook had grown accustomed to calling him, was in the midst of doing one of his favourite things. He was crouching in the hallway, white mary janes adding about 4cm to his small figure. A frilly white babydoll dress pooled around his ivory thighs, his curly silver hair tied into two low ponytails. He was wearing his much beloved fur hat with fluffy ears, a gift from his late mother. Not that he was especially heartbroken over her demise, or a mommy's boy... He just liked the hat. Misha's cheeks were flushed, his eyes sparkling like polished diamonds. He was clutching a small screen in his hands, depicting the insides of the room he was 'hiding' in front of. Misha nibbled on his lower lip, his breath hitching just slightly. He was holding his breath, staring eagerly at the two men on the screen. This was exciting. He loved to stalk, especially if the other's didn't know he was looking. A couple days back, he had spread spyware throughout the rooms, much to the concern of Dongwook who had caught wind of it. But, the owner was far behind uncovering all the little gadgets of his.