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“Hitoshi. Have you been naughty or nice?”
Aizawa asked as he was pacing up and down his bedroom, a riding crop in hand.
The room was almost dark, only a single lamp on his bedside table was lit that illuminated the room at least a bit, shining on the poor boy that was tied to the king size bed.
The purple haired student was bound by his wrists to the headboard of the dark wooden bed that was covered with wine red sheets, and his legs were also spread wide and tied to the sides of the mattress. Poor Hitoshi was unable to move, laid out like a meal to devour for his Sensei.
“N-Naughty, Sensei.”
Hitoshi whimpered, watching his teacher as he paced up and down right in front of him, moving the crop in his hand up and down and lightly tapping it into his open palm, making Hitoshi hear the sound of the leather hitting against his skin.
Aizawa was dressed in tight black leather pants and a black dress shirt that was left open at the top, revealing his curly dark chest hair.
“Yes, that's right. You have been naughty. Very naughty, Hitoshi. And what happens to naughty boys?”
Aizawa turned his head to look back at his naked student that was tied to his bed, his pink pussy exposed and already dripping wet.
Aizawa had warned Hitoshi multiple times, he had done anything he could to avoid this. But this boy just didn't seem to listen to him. And so he had to teach him a lesson.
The student whimpered, biting on his lower lip and swallowing thickly.
He knew exactly what was coming. This wasn't the first time Aizawa did this with him.
“They get punished, Sensei.”
Hitoshi answered obediently, not wanting to provoke his Sensei any further. Whenever Aizawa became this strict with him and started to tie him up, Hitoshi better listened to him. His teacher was a very patient man, he tolerated a lot. But if he was pushed too far, like now, Aizawa didn't hesitate to pull out his crop and turn to different methods than just talking.
This Aizawa right in front of him didn't tolerate any ill behaviour anymore.
“That's true. They get punished. Do you want to get punished, Hitoshi? Is this some kind of fun for you?”
The teacher with the long dark hair that fell openly over his shoulders let the crop in his hand rain down on his open palm again, forcing the boy to watch what he would do to his body in only a few minutes. But with the small difference that it wouldn't be his palm that Aizawa would slap with his crop. No. It would be something much more sensitive.
Hitoshi shook his head violently, hoping that Aizawa believed him.
“N-No. I don't want to get punished. And it's not fun for me either, I swear. I only… It's just…”
Hitoshi tried to explain, but the words died in his throat and he was unable to finish his sentence.
His face flushed bright red and he averted his eyes to the side, suddenly too shy to hold his teacher's gaze.
“It's just what, Hitoshi? What is it ? Why did you go against my word over and over again, disobeying me even though you knew what was waiting for you if I found out? We’ve been through this already once, you knew exactly where disobeying me would get you.”
Aizawa’s voice became sharper and a bit louder, the strict teacher wanting to know why his student would purposefully do something that his teacher disapproved of. Aizawa thought that he and Hitoshi had a good relationship with each other, and that Hitoshi respected him.
Respect and obedience were very important to the older man. Something he held above all else, and Hitoshi knew that very well.
“I… I just …”
Hitoshi stammered, feeling the hard, dark eyes of his teacher boring into him. He swallowed thickly, knowing he had to answer now or it would hurt even more as soon as Aizawa started the punishment. His exposed cunt throbbed at the thought of feeling the riding crop hitting his delicate folds, and a single tear ran down his flushed pink cheeks.
“I just wanted your attention, that's all. I wanted… I only wanted you to notice me and speak to me, have you all for myself, Sensei. I'm sorry. I was so dumb, I'm sorry. But… but it felt like the only way to get your attention. I never wanted to disappoint or hurt you, I promise. I was stupid, but I never had bad intentions. I only skipped class and didn't tell you anything because I thought I had no choice but to do it in order for you to really look at me.”
Now the words were flowing freely and Hitoshi admitted everything, telling his Sensei the truth about why he skipped class without telling anyone, practically disappearing from the face of the earth for two whole days.
Aizawa had worried sick about him, calling anyone who might know what was going on with the kid. He even left the campus and slept god knows where.
It was extremely dangerous, and Aizawa was willing to move hell only to find that boy.
So now as he heard his excuse for why he did it, he only grew angrier. That was it ?
Hitoshi brought himself in this dangerous situation only because he wanted his attention?! That's the only possible thing Hitoshi had in mind to get Aizawa to notice him and look at him?
Aizawa couldn't believe it!
But he forced himself to stay calm and took a deep breath, not wanting for Hitoshi to see how furious he was.
There was time after the punishment to speak about that issue.
“Alright. Thank you for telling me the truth, Hitoshi. I appreciate your honesty. I think it's hard to decide the fitting amount of whips for your crime, so I will just stop when I think that you had enough. It was a very serious crime that you have commited after all, and that requires special treatment. The fear of the unknown when you are done will teach you to think before you act so recklessly. Hopefully, at least.”
The dark haired man smirked, watching the fear in Hitoshi's eyes grow.
He deserved it.
“Wha… N-No! No you can't do that!”
Hitoshi protested, but it was already too late.
Aizawa had set his mind to it and was facing Hitoshi now, positioning himself between his wide open legs.
“Yes, I can. And if you intend to keep being rude and protest, then I will gag your pretty mouth and shut you up by force.”
Aizawa lowered his gaze and focused on Hitoshi's dripping wet pussy, admiring his rosy pink lips and the cute little clit at the very top.
Hitoshi was very pretty down there, Aizawa had to admit.
Yes, some might call his disciplinary methods questionable and going too far, making his underage students strip for him and tying their naked body's up in his private quarters.
But Aizawa didn't care.
Those methods worked best, and he would continue using them.
Just last week he had punished Bakugou in a similar way. Making him take his pants off and bend him over his knees, spanking his rosy asshole and delicate balls until he cried and promised not to be such a brat anymore. And until now, he had kept his mouth shut during the teachers lessons.
Sometimes, punishment had to be physical. And also in places that others didn't dare to touch. The students were teenagers, they were exploring and playing with their bodies the whole time anyways. It didn't matter if Aizawa also showed them that those parts weren't just for pleasure.
“S-Sorry, Sensei.”
Hitoshi apologized quickly, not wanting Aizawa to gag him on top of his entire body being immobilized.
The purple haired boy was already dreading what his teacher was about to do with him. But at the same time, it hadn't been that bad the last time Aizawa had punished him like that. This was Hitoshi's second time. And the fear of those slaps was worse than the actual pain that it caused. Because it wasn't only pain. Hitoshi had also felt good in a strange way. And he wanted to experience that feeling again.
“Alright. You can be loud, I like to hear your voice. Let it out. Just don't be rude or think that you have a say in this. But remember, if you really can't bear it anymore, say ‘Red’. And then I will stop immediately.”
Of course Aizawa also had a safe word for his students that they could use whenever it was too much.
Midoriya had used it once when Aizawa had to punish him for pushing himself too far.
Hitoshi nodded, understanding that his Sensei gave him a way out if he really needed it and he wasn't forced to suffer unbearable pain. That wasn't the meaning of this punishment.
Aizawa watched Hitoshi giving him the sign that he understands what he said, and the teacher lifted his leather crop as a sign that they were beginning now.
“I want you to count for me, Hitoshi. You know the drill, just like last time.”
And then, he let the crop rain down on the boy's bare pussy, targeting his little pink clit. He wanted to start out strong, and not give the boy the impression that he was treating him lightly. Hitoshi had worried him sick, those two days where he was gone were hell for the teacher. Hitoshi needed to understand that.
As soon as the crop hit the boy's delicate clit, Hitoshi moaned out loudly and his whole body tightened up in his restraints.
His clit was throbbing and pulsing from the impact with the crop, and a gush of slick was flooding his pussy.
“F-Fuck! One, Sensei!”
Hitoshi was biting out from behind gritted teeth, his hand curling into firsts and forcing himself to breathe calmly. This was only the start. He had a lot more of this waiting for him.
“Good boy, well done. That's how I like it.”
Aizawa praised, watching his students pussy wetting the sheets beneath him. Hitoshi’s cunt had always been extremely needy and sensitive, reacting strongly to impact play. Aizawa had found that out the last time he punished him, and now he wanted to make sure of his suspicion.
The boy had been very close to an orgasm just from getting his pussy spanked, maybe he would be able to really make him cum today.
Aizawa raised his crop once more for the second hit, this time focusing on his pretty little hole.
The teacher was sure that his student was still a virgin, not knowing that that cute hole was able to bring him all kinds of different pleasures.
The crop slapped down on his exposed, wet entrance, making Hitoshi arch his back off the mattress and cry out.
“T-Two, Sensei!”
Hitoshi mewled, a whole body shudder overwhelming him.
Aizawa smirked as he heard his high pitched voice crying out for him, watching how his hole twitched and more slick dripped onto the sheets.
“You are making quite a mess, Hitoshi. You are so wet…”
The teacher observed, his own cock throbbing in his pants. He would never touch one of his students against their will or force himself onto them, but Hitoshi was a special case. He was very pretty and Aizawa couldn't take his eyes off of his wet cunt. He asked himself how he tasted down there and how tight he would be around his dick. He knew it was wrong to think that, but he couldn't stop himself from feeling drawn to him.
“S-Sorry, Sensei…”
Hitoshi blushes even harder, not knowing if that was a compliment or not. He couldn't tell his body to stop growing so wet between his legs, the slaps of the crop just made it that way.
Aizawa just kept admiring the slowly reddening pussy, letting Hitoshi squirm in place as he continued to spank his pink little clit with the crop, picking up the pace after the second blow.
“Three ….F-Four…. Ugh .. F-Five. Sensei, Please!”
Hitoshi whimpered as he forced himself to count the spanks just as his Sensei told him to, his delicate sweet spot now swollen and pulsing.
The strong impacts with the leather crop on his most sensitive spot made Hitoshis head spin and body tremble, his nipples hardened on his supple chest.
It was the most intense feeling Hitoshi had ever experienced, he wanted to move his body and close his legs, but he was tied to the bed with his legs open wide for his Sensei to do with however he pleased. Hitoshi was completely at the mercy of Aizawa, unable to do anything in his position. Only take what was given to him. And that made his little clit throb even harder.
“Good boy, let me hear your pretty voice Hitoshi. You are taking your spanking very well so far. Your pussy is nice and red and starts to swell, making it look cute and chubby.”
Aizawa praised, his eyes fixed on his deep red clit that started to swell under his crop. It had been very small and almost invisible until now, but after three slaps in a row, it was growing larger.
It made Aizawa want to tease it even more.
So without giving Hitoshi much time to recover, the next spanks were already raining down on his cunt.
Clit, hole, clit, hole, clit, hole.
Aizawa was changing the spots that he attacked with the crop with each slap, torturing his swelling clit and his wet hole one after another, giving Hitoshi no time to breathe.
This was punishment, after all.
With a little experiment woven into it.
“Six, Sev… Seven, Eight….. N… Nine…T-Teeeeen!”
Hitoshi whimpered and mewled, his head thrashing from side to side, his thighs trembling.
His swollen, bright red pussy was gushing out more juices, the crop making wet slapping noises as it connected with each new impact.
Yeah, now they were talking. Now Hitoshi was really into the punishment and his body was taking it seriously, reacting in the way Aizawa wanted it to. The pain was being recognized properly and Hitoshi was unable to withstand it, forced to face the consequences of his own actions.
“A-Aizawa…. S-Sensei, please. I'm sorry! I will never do it again!”
The purple haired boy begged, his big, teary lavender eyes staring up at his Sensei with a pleading look.
Oh, poor boy.
“I know. I believe you. But that was only ten. I am not nearly done with you, Hitoshi.”
Aizawa appreciated his students' words of apology, but that wasn't enough. He looked way too beautiful to just stop here once he gave in and said what Aizawa wanted to hear.
The teacher wanted to admire his sopping wet pussy for a while longer and imagine how it would feel to be inside of him.
“Sensei, please .. I can't…. I can't take any more.”
Hitoshi pleaded once more, his voice desperate and sweet.
But Aizawa shook his head, not letting him go.
“I'm sure your pussy can take a bit more, Hitoshi. It even looks as if it would enjoy a little spanking. See?”
Aizawa moved the crop up Hitoshi's pink slit, teasing his swollen, throbbing clit.
Hitoshi moaned and his legs started to shake, desperate trying to close them, but without success.
He let the riding crop slowly slide around the deep red little nub, tapping against it lightly and enjoying Hitoshi's sweet moaning sounds while he tortured him like that. That boy was definitely enjoying this, his back arching off the mattress and his teeth biting his lip.
Hitoshi looked like sin, not as if he was in excruciating pain.
Aizawa bet that this naughty little thing was already pretty close, and wouldn't need much more to cum all over himself. The way he moved and his body reacted to Aizawa’s teasing …
Hitoshi had the body of a true slut.
And in order to see if Aizawa was right, the teacher raised his crop once more, ready to serve the final blows.
He licked his lips, taking in Hitoshi's flushed face with his red bitten lips and teary eyes. He was so damn beautiful, and Aizawa felt his own hard cock twitching in his pants in excitement.
Yes, he would love to take him right here and now, he wasn't able to push him off anyways, but he had to resist. Not now. Not yet. But maybe soon. Aizawa had to know what Hitoshi's erected clit tasted like once he sucked it inside his mouth to make him cum on his tongue.
“S-Sensei….L-Let… Let me go, please. I'm sorry.”
Hitoshi tried it again, his pussy throbbing and pulsing between his legs. He felt how wet he was, how sore and swollen his folds were. But he also ached for something. He had no idea what it was. But he wanted to touch himself there, there was a strong need between his legs that had to be met. Hitoshi wanted to rub himself against something, hump a pillow or even his own hand. He wasn't only in pain, he also felt good. Just like last time. But he couldn't quite put his finger on what it exactly was.
Since he had never touched himself there, he didn't know how he was supposed to feel or what that feeling meant.
Aizawa raised the crop, not intending to answer Hitoshi's pleas. He knew that Aizawa wouldn't listen to him, but he knew what to say to truly make it all stop. It was only his flight instinct that Hitoshi was acting on, it was natural to want to escape his tied down situation, as vulnerable as he was in his undressed state. His most private area laid down so openly to the teacher.
“Count for me Hitoshi. Just do as I ask you to and you will be fine, I promise.”
Aizawa lowered the crop with a fast movement of his wrist again, attacking Hitoshi's glistening wet pussy once more.
And as soon as the leather connected with his swollen clit, Hitoshi came.
His pretty pink cunt squirted out all kinds of juices, the boy throwing his head back while his whole body shuttered and his back arched off the mattress as he experienced his most intense orgasm ever.
Aizawa didn't stop spanking him despite reaching his orgasm and continued to tap his crop against his cumming pussy, overstimulating his students' cunt on purpose.
But that only made him cum harder. Spray after spray of the translucent fluid squirted out from between his reddened folds, wetting his teachers bed and sheets.
“Good boy. Such a good boy, Hitoshi. Cum for me, let it all out.”
Aizawa praised with a warm voice as he watched his student, his own hard dick throbbing and pulsing, begging to be touched. Hitoshi was irresistible like this, his sweet, desperate moans and brightly blushed face. Aizawa wanted to eat him right up.
After the boy's breath calmed down again and his cunt was spent, Aizawa retreated the crop and put it back in its place.
“You did well, Hitoshi. I hope you learned your lesson.”
Aizawa started to untie him, first his wrists and then his ankles, helping him back into a natural position, rubbing his numb limbs back to life.
“Y-Yes. Thank you, Sensei.”
The purple haired boy was crying silently, completely overwhelmed with the entire situation. His punishment, Aizawa being so strict with him, the pain, but also the pleasure. Everything was just too much for him at the moment. He wasn't able to think straight after having such an intense experience with pleasure-pain.
But Aizawa stayed by his side, cleaned him up and laid in bed next to him, taking care of his confused but very calm student.
And as soon as Hitoshi was ready for it, Aizawa would have a conversation with him. The pretty boy would never have to worry about Aizawa's attention, and if his eyes were on him or not.
Aizawa always had his attention on him, and he would never take his eyes off this beautiful boy.