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XAVIER'S SCHOOL OF DISCIPLINE IS A SERIES!

One of my biggest failings in the marketing of Xavier's School is not telling everyone that yes, it's a series or at least not clearly enough. I'm not even sure I said it at first and then I think I tried to but by that point it was lost in the shuffle. By that point I was going on one year with insomnia. Very little sleep was had by Mock! Ha!


And so, I wanted to dedicate a whole blog to saying: XAVIER'S SCHOOL OF DISCIPLINE IS A SERIES!


The second book in the series starts where the "Past" leaves off. Yes, I know that's confusing but I promise I'll make it clear in the book.


My vision (for some reason) was a six book series. I dunno why. I didn't want to make them serial per se. I wanted to just ... write about happenings.


"But Mock we wanna see Max! You promised us more Osh! You said xyzzy!"


Yes. And I plan to have us "see" everyone through the series.


The number one job of this series is to provide solace and understanding for people with spanking kink. Each of us is at a different place with this. Some of us are veterans. Some of us are just discovering. Some of us are curious. Some of us are trying to understand for a friend or partner. And a bunch of other reasons. I wanted this series to be a bit of a 101. But I also wanted it to be a comforting family we could come home to.


And so, I'm going to show you ALL of chapter one of book two. Things might be added or changed a bit in the final version but it will be close to this. I may not post more on this one for a little bit. I'm writing about a kajillion stories right now. My plan is to write this book in September.







NOTE: This excerpt is from the second book and so it won't make a lot of sense if you haven't read the first. The first can be found here: XAVIER'S SCHOOL





Xavier's School of Discipline Book II Chapter One: Finn's been at the school just over 8 weeks


It’s a rumble. His laugh. From deep within his chest, bursting forth like wind, shaking his torso and settling like falling leaves. Lying on his side, his hand is pillowed behind his head, and hair messier than usual—I’m responsible for that—as he runs fingers over my bare skin from cheek to pelvis. I lean into his touch, closing my eyes, letting him explore me. His wide smile highlights all his teeth. His large biceps extend and flex. His eyes get tender like I’ve learned they do when he’s admiring me.
I have to look away, biting my lip. His finger’s tugging on it. “I don’t think so, Mr. Brighton. Didn’t I tell you lip biting it strictly prohibited? I’m going to have to spank you.”
My mouth gapes. “You just spanked me.”
“There are no rules that prohibit me from handing out second spankings.”
“There should be.”
He laughs some more, pulling me in for a kiss. “Now why would I make a rule like that?
“You wouldn’t. I know my ass is doomed.”
“Lucky for you I have to go, and you have to get back to the house. Ani will be cross with me if I allow you to miss the first Sunday night roast.”
“Yeah.”
A lazy smile spreads on his lips. “How’s your arse?”
“Like wet paint.”
He laughs again. The rumble. “You never say what I think you’ll say to questions like that. Pray tell, why wet paint? Sticky?”
“No. Because paint is wet.”
“That would be what the ‘wet’ implies yes.”
“Yes, but wet things have to dry. They have to air out. I feel like I air out after … you know.”
He smirks. “Still can’t say it, Mr. Brighton?” This time, I curl into him to hide my face in his chest. “No then. Well, once again, your observations have thrown me into contemplation. I’ve never heard it described like that.”
“My brain is a mysterious network.”
“I adore your mysterious network, Mr. Brighton. I’m fascinated.” He finds my forehead to kiss it and runs his fingers over where my scalp is largely barren. I just had my undercut touched up at the campus barber. I left it longer on top this time. “C’mon. I’ll take you back.”
I could whine that I’m a grown adult who can take himself home, but aside from the fact that it won’t do any good, I’m happy for more time with him. We dress. Him in black slacks, his black, long-sleeved button up, vest and green tie. Me in my jeans—which don’t feel nice against my ass, even with boxers—and white t-shirt. Xavier is so proper, even on the weekends. Maybe I should dress a little more grown up? Xavier doesn’t seem to mind my casual dress around the apartment, so long as I don’t slum it in sweats around campus. He pulls me to him, pressing his lips to mine. “I can’t get enough of you. You’re staying with me next weekend. Grayson will have to find another teddy bear.”
“Actually, uh. About next weekend.” I meant to ask him earlier. But putting it off seemed better, since I’m fucking nervous about asking. Which is weird. Me, a grown man, stressing over asking if he can go to a social. Me, a grown man even having to ask. I can’t put it off any longer though and if I don’t ask, Grayson will be impossible. “The get together at Sigma Phi. I was invited. And there’ll be like seven Tops there.” After what Gray and I did, there’s no way he’d let me attend a social (read party) without a Top present—we’re pretty much banned from Gamma House—but with Tops, that’s gotta be different right?
Xavier frowns. My stomach swoops into an abyss. “Is that your way of asking me if you can go?”
Sigma Phi is where Osh, Trevor, and Emmery live, who are his boys as well. He knows of the social, he’s approved it. That doesn’t mean I get to go. “Yeah?”
He takes a breath. “I’ll admit, I was hoping you wouldn’t ask, but I knew it was inevitable.”
“You approved it. You’ve only yourself to blame.”
“I guess my plans of distracting you here, weren’t good enough? Where did I go wrong? Should I have led with the food I’d planned on making?”
“Nothing you could have done. Grayson is relentless.”
He sighs. “Ah.” He lifts my wrist to lips, the one I sprained six weeks ago. “I’ll think about it.”
It’s not ‘yes,’ but it’s still relaxing. I’ve done it. I asked—sorta—and it’s not a ‘no’ either. I am curious about something. “I thought you’d just say no.”
He pulls his long coat out of the closet, sliding into it. “I want to.”
That makes my face pinch in consternation. The inner workings of a Top’s mind are as fascinating as Xavier seems to find me. “Then why not just say no?” He can. He can say ‘no’ for no other reason than he wants to and I’m subject to obey. That’s what I signed on for coming to this school. I was warned that at times it’s important for a Top to exercise authority if he feels it necessary. Part of the chain is having that authority exist at all. Sometimes the exercise is just obeying, for no other reason than to obey.
“Because you want it, Finnegan.”
“Now I’m more confused.” I let him help me into my navy-blue winter jacket. It’s getting colder, almost November.
“Believe it or not, a Top wants to give his brat everything he wants. But a Top has to decide what’s good for his brat. Also, what he’s earned.”
The truth of that hits me. I’ve encountered the earning of things in small ways within the structure of the House. Ani letting Grayson and I do homework at the living room’s long table versus the kitchen when we’ve been good at being self-directed that week. Will saying we can go to Sigma House to watch a movie with no Top home.
I can’t miss an opportunity to brat-flirt. To continue that feeling. “I have been so good. Not a toe out of line.”
He slings a scarf around his neck and then buttons himself into his black wool jacket. “Not a toe? It seems to me your Friday night discipline session included a lecture on procrastination.” His eyes burn through me.
That feeling sings in every cell of my body. I hadn’t forgotten about that lecture—punctuated by firm strap strokes, which are still on my ass by the way. Ones whose sting he reignited when he tossed me over his knee and spanked the daylights out of me a couple of hours ago. Sigh. This coat is extra cozy with all these feels zinging around. “Oh c’mon. That’s standard Finnegan and can’t be counted against me.”
It really can though. I know this. He knows I know this.
“It’s counted against you.”
“Whatever happened to the rewards system? Perhaps I’ll do so well this week, you’ll feel the need to tell me so by saying, ‘You can go to the social, Mr. Brighton.’” I do my best impression of him.
He laughs then takes my hand and we leave the apartment. He locks the door behind us. “You know I don’t make deals.” He really doesn’t. Some Tops will though. “There are a few things I’m considering in this instance. The instance that happened only six weeks ago is still fresh in my mind. You’ve only been ungrounded for two of those weeks.”
A flush of heat goes through me at the reminder.
“I know little can happen to you with Osh, Trevor and William there, but is the timing right? It does a boy good if he doesn’t have easy, previous luxuries. More of a deterrent not to do dangerous things that injure him.”
My chances on going to this social aren’t looking good but I accept that and want to pat myself on the back for being a good boy.
We make our way across campus from the east side where the apartments and other housing are, to the northwest side where the Houses are. Sometimes we hop in one of the campus golf carts that are parked in various locations all over campus, but today we walk. The air is crisp with the cold bite of the approaching, west-coast-Canadian winter. Most of the trees are barren, only the non-deciduous evergreen standing tall and verdant against vices of the changing season.
It’s Sunday. Campus is quiet. Men are out walking, some on benches cuddled together, some involved in games of frisbee, but overall, people are inside.
“What do I have to do to earn it, sir?” As an obstinate introvert, I don’t normally lament over going to socials or parties, but since becoming a member of Alpha House, I’ve found I want to participate in what they do—I think they might have taken place as my family.
He peers at me. Curious. “You’re not going to throw a fit?”
“And make it that easy for you to spank me?” I say. The word ‘spank’ is near whispered. It’s a hard word to say! “You’ve made it clear how much you abhor tantrums.”
He smiles to his eyes. “You’ve managed to find a way to drive me crazy—behaving yourself.”
It’s my turn to laugh. “Isn’t that what you want?”
“I do, but it’s complicated. You know how you often tell me you don’t want a spanking, and yet you do?”
“Yes.” Such an infuriating feeling.
“It’s like that for brats behaving with Tops. Yes, I do want you to behave—it sets my teeth on edge when you don’t, even small things like not remembering to bring a scarf like I asked you to.”
I grimace. Dammit. I’d better set myself a reminder for that one or I’m not likely to remember next time either.
“But disobedience brings with it a unique kind of excitement. We have to deal with it and dealing with it creates a host of feelings that are enjoyable for ones like us, ones I look forward to. You and I experience them in different ways, but there’s an energy between us that’s satisfying.”
I get it. There are no words to explain it, not really, but I get it.
“Telling you no would be satisfying in a way that hits that side of me, the one who enjoys the discipline aspects of our relationship, but I’m seeing less reason all the time to justify a ‘no.’”
“Wow. So many layers to being a Top I never considered.”
“Like I said, complicated. But to your question, if I hear you’ve shown exemplary behavior all week, I will allow you to go.”
Such a simple act that will soothe us both. “Thank you, sir.”
He squeezes my hand.
It’s a fresh walk back to the house. Xavier drops me off on the porch like he does, not wanting to cause too much commotion by coming inside. He’s the headmaster of the school, it’s unavoidable, but the House is getting used to it. “See you after school tomorrow?” he says.
“You’re not ordering me to be there? So, unlike you,” I say. Yes, I’m flirting.
“I will if I have to. I didn’t think I’d have to.”
“I will be there, but don’t you have work to do?”
“Yes. Bring your books, we’ll work together.” He moves the long hair off my forehead. “I find it increasingly difficult to go stretches without you.”
He moves to kiss me, I respond with enough enthusiasm to tell him the same—thank God I have the House, I miss him when I’m not with him. Jeez, Finn. You’ve got to be careful with that. We pull apart, both of us caught in the fire of this moment. “Let’s keep it to short stretches then. I figure I can behave for at least that long.”
Our noses nuzzle. We’re becoming really fucking sappy. “I’m going to hold you to that. Behave, Mr. Brighton.”
“Yes, sir.”
I leave him on the porch, not wanting to leave, but if I don’t go inside soon, Grayson will be out here. As fun as it would be to see Xavier spank him on the porch for the cheek I know he’ll give, Xavier’s got work to do.
Inside, Bell and Bray are lying together at odd angles on the pale green couch. Bell with his head near to hanging off the couch and his feet up the back of it, Bray has his legs tangled in Bellamy’s, his torso curved enough his head can still lie on the couch. Johnny Rae is on the floor snuggled in pillows and Christopher who’s acting as the big spoon. Chris has a medium build, but Johnny is small and so Chris dwarfs him. When I see pictures like this, I can kinda see why Grayson felt left out. Bell and Bray go together. Johnny and Christopher go together. It’s just the way it’s always been. Sure they branch out, I’ve seen any number of combinations of the seven of my House mates snuggled together, but eventually they return to their pairs.
Speaking of Grayson, he springs forth as if from nowhere, arms around my torso. “No more of that, Finnegan. I was all by myself. That was too long.”
I move his arms to around my neck, and in a bold move, kiss him long and slow. Xavier left me feeling whimsical. “I’ll make it up to you. C’mon. Should we see if Ani needs help?”
“He’s fine. He’d have come to get us if he needed us.”
I look again to all of us out here and think of only one of Ani in there. Something’s not right about that. I take his hand. “C’mon.”
“Ugh. Brighton. If yo