A/N: Mild S/M spanking.
"Kurt.." Blaine cried, a loud smack landing on his ass again. His erection had gone soft, limply hidden by his thighs. They had been venturing into light sadomasochism in their sex lives recently, the light cheeky bowtie on wrists to mild orgasm denial. Kurt seems really into this 'controlled danger' as he liked to call it, being the dominant one in their games. They role played most of the time, police and thief, doctor and patient, teacher and student, putting on a mask makes the games a little bit more fun. They always ended up exhausted though, sleeping in late when they played for too long, but still cuddling sweetly in bed afterwards above all the general non-fluffy sex.
Kurt had wanted to try punishing Blaine this time, making him fidget uncomfortably. Blaine was open to choices, but.. being punished wasn't really very appealing. Kurt was twinkling in his eyes in excitement, eager to venture into more pleasurable roles for the both of them. That's how Blaine ended up bent over Kurt's lap, pants at his knees and underwear pulled down his ass, being scolded while spanked.
"How many times did I tell you to wear socks Blaine? Smack" Kurt reprimanded, Blaine tearing up.
"Sorry K..Kurt.. " He sniffed, trying to gain some sympathy. Kurt loved that Blaine could cry on demand, his hazel eyes rimmed red now.
"And why did you gel your hair when you came Blaine, what audacity! SMACK" Blaine's tears pooled out of his orbs, stomach hiccupping in sniffles.
"S..Sorry Kurt, but my hair is a mess- SMACK"
"How dare you talk back to me! SMACK" Blaine's butt was sore, Kurt had been a little rough last night as well, he felt bruises coming up.
"No… Kurt please stop- SMACK" Kurt frowned, "10 times Blaine, for every naughty mistake you made." Blaine sobbed, feeling humiliation wash over him. His hardon was withered long ago, the pleasure of spanking long gone, substituted by general embarrassment.
"No.. Please stop Kurt I don't want- SMACK"
"That's my boy Blaine, sit still and receive your punishment. SMACK" 2 more. Blaine looked down at himself kneeling, jeans pooled around his knees and his boxerbriefs caught mid thigh, and started crying. This was what his father said, wasn't it? Useless, kneeling down before him and bowing in apology for being queer. He was bent over like this, his mom beating down on his, his little knees scraped. He was only 10.
Kurt landed another painful one, snapping him away from his flashback. "OWWW!" He cried in pain, fingers digging into Kurt's knee.
"Stop, Kurt no!" If you can't take it, remember our safeword alright? I'll stop immediately.
"DOLPHINS! STOP.. please.. stop! " Blaine screamed the safeword, curling onto himself as he sobbed uncontrollably. Kurt's final slap was halted in mid air, his face crumbling in an instant the safeword left Blaine's mouth.
"Oh my god Blaine.." Kurt gasped, he was screwed. He made Blaine use the safeword. "I'm so…sorry.."
Blaine's beautiful face was stained with tears, curling into a ball yet so exposed. Kurt muffled his cries, trying to pull his underwear back on. His cold fingers brushed past his abnormally heated skin of Blaine's butt, already lightly bruising. He flinched when the waistband scraped the tender cheeks, breaking into sobs again. Kurt whispered Blaine's name brokenly, gently reaching out.
"B…Blaine I'm so.. sorry.." Blaine seemed to break out of the trance, hugging Kurt as tightly as he can.
"Kurt don't hit me again please….. I don't like it, it hurts too much.. My heart hurts.." He shivered, coughing as he choked on some of his tears.
"I won't.. I promise. I'm so sorry I won't hit you anymore.."
-linebreak-
Kurt had never felt more terrible.
"Kurt? What's wrong Kiddo."
A/N: Oops I made a mess.