The next thing Kurt knew Blaine was sliding all of his work and papers off the desk and bending Kurt roughly over it, his face squished into the hardwood before he could protest, and his ass jutted out in the air for all to see. His heart was racing, having no idea what the hell had come over Blaine, but judging by the slight throb in his ass from a previous spank, he could tell his boyfriend was not himself. He turned his head just slightly to see Blaine grabbing a thick binder that had fallen onto the floor, and they met eyes just for a moment.

Kurt gasped aloud.

Blaine's eyes were so dilated it was almost demonic. They were dark colored and his face's color a heavy red as he raised the binder above his head and swung it down to smack onto Kurt's jean-covered ass.

"Ah!" Kurt hissed, body jolting from the sudden pain as his hands scrambled to grip onto the corners of the desk. "Blaine wha-." Another smack, causing another hiss and now a groan as pain grew in Kurt's ass cheeks.

"That's not what you call me, Kurt, we're in school." Blaine growled, low and quiet. Another powerful smack to his ass, and Kurt's body was now trembling from fear. He squeezed his eyes shut as another smack followed, the same ass cheek being abused by the harsh plastic of the thick and heavy binder.

After three more harsh spanks he realized he was growing erect under his jeans, pressing against the hard desk, and the pain turned from unbearable to a now numbing feeling.

He was loving it.

He had no idea why, or what was coming over him, but suddenly he was impossibly hard in his jeans and his cock was throbbing each time Blaine lowered the binder, now meeting his thighs which he knew would cause some problems sitting the next day.

By the fifteen smack Kurt finally caught on to what had come over Blaine, and he let out a sob of desperation. "Mr. Anderson, please, stop!" The binder paused right onto his ass.

"Finally." A low dark chuckle came from Blaine. "I thought you were never going to learn your lesson." Kurt's hair was suddenly yanked, pulling his head up as Blaine knelt down to get to his eyes level. "Do you know why I just did that, Kurt?"

Kurt was panting, not from being out of breath, but from how utterly exciting it had been to be spanked in an empty classroom by Blaine's harsh wrath. He nodded quickly and tried to play along, though the pain was now prudent and his whole lower body throbbed and felt as if it were starting to bruise. "Y-Yes, Mr Anderson." He choked out, looking into Blaine's eyes with wide ones. "I teased you in class, and tried to endanger your job."

Blaine merely nodded, pushing Kurt's head down again and tossing the binder onto the desk carelessly. "Good, and you promise never to do it again."

Kurt nods again and swallows thickly. "Yes, Mr Anderson."

Blaine sat back in his chair, putting his feet up on the desk.. "Fine, you may leave now, Kurt. Tell your next teacher it was my fault you were late."

Kurt waited a moment, frowning in confusion that Blaine wasn't going to break this little moment and explain to him what the hell was going on, but after a moment of silence he slid off the desk, grabbing his satchel and hurried out of the classroom before another hand could be laid on his abused ass.

Blaine sat there in his chair, breathing in slow yet ragged as he stared down at the clutter of papers and work he had slid off his desk in the heat of the moment. What had got into him? He had no idea. Whether it was the intolerance for the crap Kurt always gives him when he doesn't get what he wants, or whether it was out of anger he had kept in from the fight they had had the night before, what he did just now, that was not something he'd ever thought of doing before.

But if felt wonderful

His fists clenched and unclenched, his face returning back to its normal color from the deep red it had turned, and his body slowly untensed as he slumped into his chair. It was as if the dominating, infuriated demon that had taken over him earlier, simply left his body. And now he was Blaine, calm, push-over Blaine that would never punish a boyfriend physically for pulling sexual acts in his classroom. He exhaled out a breath as students started to fill in his classroom when the next bell rang, rubbing his forehead and getting a hold of himself before he tried and go on with the day.

But even as he taught his class thoroughly and without flaws, scribbling on the board and starting the introduction to Twelfth Grade English, he still couldn't erase his mind of how he felt spanking Kurt, bending him over the desk and teaching him a well deserved lesson by punishing that perky, tight, and cute little ass....

He had to stop himself. This was getting out of control. And his feelings of arousement in the middle of a classroom filled with students was definitely inappropriate....What had gotten into him?

Kurt was sitting in French Class, passing notes back and forth to Rachel as they took notes. His cheeks were blushing a pinkish color, which Rachel had pointed out with a smirk earlier but he quickly brushed off, lying that it was overly hot in the classroom. Truth was, he couldn't forget about being humiliated and spanked by Blaine.

The aftermath was exhilarating. Even as he sat still in the wooden chair, his ass throbbed in pain and body shivered each time the teacher slightly raised her voice to the class. He was more than stunned, more like shocked. Whatever had taken over Blaine in that moment, it was addicting. Suddenly, his body was craving to be punished again, to be held down, yanked, pulled, spanked, anything to feel Blaine's warmth and anger radiate over him.

He couldn't tell anybody, no of course not, this kind of feeling was completely abnormal.

But he had no idea why he craved that side of Blaine, and he was curious to see what else could bring out the inner demon in Blaine Anderson.