“Robin, I think we have a problem.” His voice was stern, strong, orgasmic to Robin as he sat in the chair positioned in front of the man’s desk. The principal stood in front of him, hands on his hips, gazing down at him with intense brown eyes. Robin smiled.

“What is it, dad?” He asked, smile widening as his father sighed frustrated.

“I told you not to call me that while at work!” His father said, shaking a finger. Robin caught it with his lips. “Oh, God, why did I let you teach here?” He asked, shaking Robin off.

“Look, the school surveillance system caught you touching a student.” Mr. Kindling said as he sat behind his desk. He pressed the play button on the television, and a tape began running. It showed Robin kneeling in front of a student outside his classroom door, a hand on the student’s knee. The boy seemed distressed, head in his hands. Tears were clearly evident running down his cheeks.

“I was helping him!” Robin argued halfheartedly, hiding a smile. They both knew he was attracted to that boy.

“Bull. You wanted an excuse to touch him!” His father laughed as Robin pouted. “Look, you can’t be doing that in such a public place. At least stay inside the classroom.”

“I’m sorry,” Robin said as he stood, inching his way around the desk. “Am I free to go now?”

“Yes. I’ll try to keep the cameras faced away from your class, but the security seems to think that’s where most problems take place, in that corridor. You know that’s why I put you there.” He grunted as Robin sat in his lap, placing a kiss on his lips.

“Thanks, daddy,” Robin breathed, kissing his neck next before standing. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” He called back as he ran from the room. Mr. Kindling heard screaming, and a hurried “Sorry!” from outside his office. He sighed.

“I bet.” He said before turning to fill out some work.

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Raven's Input: No, really, who the fuck would give him a teaching job? All of those children running around and shit.... Please review and tell me if I should continue with this.