Teacher's Pet
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Teacher's Pet: Chapter 12: The Punishment


E - Words: 2,590 - Last Updated: Aug 21, 2013
Story: Closed - Chapters: 20/? - Created: Jul 01, 2013 - Updated: Aug 21, 2013
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Author's Notes: Sooo...did you like it?

It was as if Blaine left the bedroom for months, leaving Kurt trembling like a puppy dog on his hands and knees, fully exposed with his legs apart on the bed sheets. It was dead silent, Kurt's mind dared to conjure up horrible thoughts of what was going to happen to him during his punishment.


He was still utterly confused about the Rachel situation, but even if the prissy bitch apologized to Blaine he could never forgive her for trying to take away the love of his life.


This time. Rachel Berry would not win.


But for now, it was his turn for his punishment, and rightly so. He could only imagine those rough, calloused hands of Blaine's scraping against his smooth body, bruising his perfect pale skin and marking up as he wishes. His lips would tease around his cock, but never fully grant him pleasure, and would only nip and suck as he pleased, staring up at him with those eyes that read domination and control.


Kurt could feel himself grow hard as his imagination roamed, but the sound of a door creaking open broke him out of his fantasies.


Blaine was clutching a brown cardboard box under one arm as he closed the door behind him. He barely glanced at Kurt's naked, sprawled out body on the bed, and laid the box full of items aside him on the sheets.


"I decided to do some shopping after our first night of roleplay." He explained, taking out a block of wood with a handle. Kurt's heart started to beat fast in his chest, identifying the paddle that Blaine was now fumbling with in his hands.


"After we talked about our limits, I sort of went...wild with purchasing punishment toys. That BDSM site really came in handy." Blaine's voice was full of humor, dark humor, as well were his eyes which were a shade of midnight black. He set down the paddle to remove a roll of black duct tape, and Kurt gasped at the site, sitting up on his knees.


Blaine's head snapped up, and he pushed Kurt back down onto his hands and knees. "Didn't I tell you to stay in position!?" He grabbed Kurt's bound wrists, hooking them onto the headboard in front of him so he couldn't move an inch again. Kurt whined and tugged against the headboard.


"Sir I'm sorry..." He groaned, desperately trying to break the bind on the headboard.


"You're just looking for trouble aren't you." Blaine chuckled, and Kurt blushed in response to his remark. "I know you love punishment, baby, don't think I don't know. But this...this might not be as pleasurable as you wish." He climbed onto the bed, the mattress bouncing slighting under Kurt, the sound of ripping behind him startled him, and any further protests he could make were silenced by a long strip of duct tape slapped over his mouth.


"Sir!" Kurt's screams were muffled but still audible, tugging on his bound wrists. "Sir I'm sorry please don't punish me, please." He begged desperately. But it was no use.


Blaine ignored every cry and beg of Kurt's, and just smirked down at him in amusement as he grabbed the large wooden paddle by the handle, rubbing the sanded, smooth wood against Kurt's bare ass. "Feel that, pet? That's what's coming for you." He took a moment to gaze down at Kurt's spread out, stark naked body. He licked his lips, observing his boyfriends nude perfection. His head was hung low in a submissive gesture, his back was arched just slightly, his spine protruding as well as his ribs underneath. His ass was small, but so tight and perky, it made Blaine's mouth water each time he got to see his boyfriend so vulnerable underneath him like this. His pale body was his for the night, all his to do as he pleased, and he knew no matter what, Kurt would enjoy it as well.

He grabbed the wooden paddle suddenly, a rush of domination spreading out through his veins and heading right towards his cock, and he got up on his knees behind Kurt to bring the paddle up and over his head. "This time, you won't have to count." He growled before bringing down the paddle onto his ass, the sound of Kurt's first cry of pain rang through his ears like a pure sweet song, and his body shivered with pleasure. He narrowed his eyes down at his boyfriend, hearing muffled begs and whimpers that he only ignored as he brought down the paddle again with much more force right onto the middle of his ass, desperate to hear cries of pain again,


"Sir!" Kurt screeched through the tape, eyes already watering as his ass already throbbed in pain, and he was terrified of how many more were in store for him.


"Shh, don't speak. It will only make it worse."


Three more smacks, the haunting, painful sound rung through the bedroom.


Kurt cried out louder, tears pouring out as he tried to muddle through the pain in his lower body. His breathing was fast, and filled with groans of pain. Each time the wood was brought down his body jolted forward on the bed, but he wasn't able to escape the agony. He was restrained from moving, a realistic dominant punishment. And although physically he was still in agony, mentally...he was in pure ecstasy.


Blaine brought the paddle down repeatedly suddenly, preventing Kurt from taking even the slightest of breath before he continued to smack, and smack, and smack, until every single inch of his ass was a bright red, or slightly yellow as it began to bruise. Kurt's face streamed with tears as the smacking stopped, and Blaine set the paddle down onto the sheets slowly. "How does it feel?"


Kurt was somewhat angered by the question, but only croaked out in a pitiful response. "Hurts."


"I'll bet, you deserve every bit of that fucking pain." His tone caused Kurt to flinch.


"Please let me explain-."


"There's nothing to explain, Kurt." Blaine's tone was harsh, and Kurt silenced himself quickly.


Blaine rummaged through the box again, this time pulling it close to himself so Kurt had no idea what he was grabbing.

He heard a small bottle being popped open, and the sound of liquid squirting. He tried to peek over his shoulder but it was a too painful stretch, and he hung his head and worried instead.


Blaine set the bottle of lube back into the box, and started to rub it around his fingers, getting his hands slicked before spreading apart Kurt's butt cheek and pressing his cold fingers against the rim of Kurt's hole.


"Ah..." Kurt hissed, toes curling at the cold sensation.


"I know I usually warm it up, but I'm not feeling very generous today."


Kurt grunted as a finger pressed into him.


Blaine grinned, thrusting the finger in a couple times before pressing in another one and spreading them out inside Kurt.


"Mmm..." Kurt moaned against the tape, hips slowly bucking back against the gentle fingers.


"Enjoy it while you can." Blaine mused. "You won't enjoy it for long."


Kurt furrowed his eyebrows, another finger slipping into him and stretching him out. "Mph..." He mumbled, trying to press back into the fingers again before a fourth one stretched inside him, and that's when he felt the burn. "Sir..." He whines quietly.


Blaine didn't respond, made no sound, only gazed down at Kurt with dark eyes as he started to press the four fingers into him deeper, thrusting them in and out rough and slow.


"Agh..please..." The words strangled to come out.


"Don't beg. Don't make another fucking sound."


The fingers pounded into him deeper, and the tip of the middle finger just barely brushed against Kurt's prostate to make him keen, but then they slipped out just as fast and left him empty with his hole clenching around the empty air.


Kurt couldn't hear the zip of any jeans, only the sound of toys cluttering in the cardboard box again. He began to get very worried, yanking on his restraints and trying to muffle out to Blaine. "What are you doing?"


Blaine was silent again, and removed a fairly large butt plug from the box, black and thick just as he prepped Kurt for. He plunged it into Kurt's entrance, pushing it in until the edge was stretching the rim of his hole, and allowed Kurt to let out his cries of pain.


Kurt's whole ass felt like it was being ripped apart, a huge plastic toy being shoved up him and stretching him out painfully, adding onto the pain from his sore spanked cheeks. "Sir, no, no it hurts, it hurts..." Kurt sobbed, toes curling, fists clenching as another metal object was slipped around the base of his cock. A cock ring.


"That's what punishment feels like. Nice, harsh pain." Blaine chuckled lowly, squeezing around the base of Kurt's erect cock before pushing up the ring so it squeezed around his girth. Kurt groaned in pure agony, feeling so locked in on himself that his whole body was turning a bright red color. Blaine unhooked the zip ties wrapped around Kurt's wrists from the headboard and flipped the boy over onto his back, causing him to screech as his sore ass hit the cold bed sheets and the plug pushed deeper inside of him.


"No, no, no..." Kurt mumbled over and over as Blaine reached inside the box yet again to pull out tiny, flat nipple clamps. "No!" He screamed, but quickly shut himself up when a hand spanked him right on his inner thigh.


"Do I have to gag that naughty little mouth of yours too? You disobeyed me today, pet, you came to my house uninvited when I specifically told you never to contact me again, you punched your classmate and almost got us both in trouble if it weren't for that girl's good morals. I'm sick of you causing me trouble and not realizing that if you open that fucking little mouth of yours again it could get me fired or even send me to jail again!"


Kurt's face fell, lip wobbling under the duct tape before he broke into tears again, head falling back against the soft pillows of the bed as he began to cry. Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep himself together as he clamped Kurt's nipples with the toys, the skin turning white from lack of oxygen, a cry could only be heard from Kurt's loud sobs. "I-I..I-I'm so sorry!" He stuttered out, his head twisting and turning on the pillows as the pain in his upper chest grew harsh, and his nipples were on fire. His hair was sticking out in all directions, and his face was flushed a bright red with tear stains all over his cheeks. His bottom half of his body was bruised and marked from the paddle, and his cock was flushed and could be seen throbbing from arousal even compressed in the cock ring, in dire need of release.


Blaine allowed Kurt a minute of silence to let the pain spread throughout his whole body, feel the fire of agony in his veins and the mental guilt of almost getting Blaine in trouble. He watched as the boy squirmed and squirmed, waiting for him. Waiting. Watching with intense eyes, and waiting. He squirmed relentlessly, groaning and moaning in pain, and when Blaine began to question if he needed another toy to sort the boy out, his body collapsed onto the bed, going completely lax and his cries silencing.


It was as if the pain shut off.


Blaine breathed out in relief that it had worked, what he had researched which was called 'forceful submission,' typically used for a mischievous sub like Kurt. Now the only look on the pale boy's face was of serenity, breathing in deep, shaky breaths to calm himself. Blaine reached over and gently removed the duct tape from Kurt's mouth, balling it up and tossing it into the trash bin beside the night table. He then used a scissor to cut off the zip ties from Kurt's wrists, and his arms fell with a thump on the mattress. Kurt sighed from the release. Blaine then slid off the bed to grab the heap of Kurt's clothes off the floor, and began to dress Kurt back into his school clothes, tugging on his boxers and tight jeans, slipping his shirt through his arms and buttoning it back up. He grabbed a brush from his bureau and fixed Kurt's hair into the normal spiked up look he loved to show off, brushing out the knots and then slowly helping the boy into a sitting position.


Kurt grunted as Blaine sat him up, reaching out to grab at Blaine's cotton shirt and cling to him as his head buried into his abdomen. Blaine chuckled and wrapped an arm around his waist and under his legs, hoisting him up from the bed and carrying him out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and towards the front door. Kurt frowned as he noticed where Blaine was taking him, and looked up at him with wide eyes, tugging at his shirt.


Blaine raised an eyebrow down at him and nodded. "You may speak."


"What are you doing, Sir?"


"You have to go home, pet."


Kurt was set on his feet, stumbling but luckily Blaine was there to catch his fall and slip his shoes back onto his feet. "If you have trouble driving call your father, but you'll be fine it's only a five minute drive." Kurt whined and hugged around Blaine's waist, nuzzling into him for warmth.


"What about the..the..."


"Toys? You'll keep them in all weekend unless for bathroom purposes, but those nipple clamps stay on. Prep yourself and put the plug back after you take it out. I put a lock on your cock ring, so you may not come no matter how much you want to, but you may go to the bathroom without any problem." Kurt whimpered at the thought of a whole weekend without Blaine, and just the toys attached to him.


So that was his punishment.


"Who do you belong to, Kurt?"


"You, Sir." A mumbled response came through.


"Who will you submit to?"


"You, Sir. Only you."


"Good, now move along my dear pet." Blaine kissed the top of his forehead and rubbed his back before opening up the front door for him. Kurt gave him a longing look before he nodded obeyingly and slipped out the doorway.


The drive home to Kurt's house was a sad five minutes, filled with tears, and unusual smiles as Kurt forced his body to rock in the leather car seat, to feel the pain and the plug inside him. That little remembrance of Blaine was what helped him not turn around and head straight back to Blaine's house against his wishes. He was exhausted as well, from collapsing from such pain, and when he parked his Navigator aside his dad's in the driveway he sped up to his bedroom so he could drape himself on his bed and fall into a deep sleep.


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