Rachel was scrambling. "We said I'd workout 3 days a week. I don't have to go to the gym to workout. It's not that late, I can still ride the bike around the block a few times. And who's to say I can't just have fewer calories at dinner?"

Kurt had to smile at her. "Wow, you're reaching, Rachel."

"It's true!"

"Are you telling me that was your plan?"

"…N-no, but I could still—"

"Uh huh." Kurt imagined that this sort of manipulation must have always worked well for Rachel in her dads' house. She had to have learned it somewhere.

Rachel groaned, frustrated. "I'm just saying, we only made that rule because I wanted to get a certain amount of cardio and—"

"Hey I'm not telling you not to ride the bike," Kurt interrupted. "In fact, I think it sounds like a great idea. I'm just not sure it's going to be very comfortable riding on a sore bottom tonight."

Rachel scowled. "We walk around this city constantly, Kurt. We probably get more exercise going to and from class in a week now than we did in a month back in Ohio."

"Young lady, I'm not counting your steps. I'm counting your lies. And I told you none of this is up for discussion. Let's get it over with and then we can make dinner."

"Now?"

Kurt looked at her a bit incredulously. "Of course now," he said, finding her audacity striking. He sat down next to her and pulled her body, sputtering and struggling, over his knee.

"KU-URT. Look I'm sorry—I should have— it's the only time I've taken a cab in like, two weeks, honest—"

Kurt ignored her babbling desperation and pushed her forward a bit so her bottom was more properly tipped up over his lap. He flipped up her dress with one hand and pulled her panties down with the other, kind of marveling at how quick and easy it was to do. Last time Rachel had been in her pajamas, he remembered. And with Blaine it'd always been pants or sometimes shorts in the summer. Dresses provided a lot easier access. Knowing Rachel's capacity for sassy behavior, he figured that was probably going to serve this arrangement pretty well.

The speed with which her backside was bared was not lost on Rachel, either. She shut up for a moment, blushing instantly at embarrassment and a sense of what-have-I-done overcoming her. She wondered if she would get used to that, and if it had been less of a big deal to Blaine since he and Kurt got naked together for other things all the time. Living together had meant that Kurt and Rachel had both adjusted to catching accidental glimpses of each other here and there, and Kurt now knew more about the gory details of her menstrual cycle than he could ever possibly have wanted to know. But this was different. It had been a sticking point in making their arrangement. Rachel argued that a spanking over clothes would probably still sting pretty bad, but Kurt insisted that a proper punishment required a proper baring.

"You've been a naughty little girl today, Rachel." Kurt admonished.

Rachel frowned at being spoken to like a child. She started to protest, "Kurt! I'm not—" but was quickly cut off.

"You're acting like a naughty little girl, so you're going to be treated like a naughty little girl, young lady."

Rachel kicked one of her legs in frustration, not knowing what to say- but Kurt held her in place.

"You're getting a spanking," he pronounced. "Tell me what you did that got you in this position."

Rachel shrunk into herself, unhappy at being asked to talk now. Kurt was infuriating. If he was going to do it, he should just do it and get it over with, she thought. Her face screwed into a scowl and she grunted in protest of the injustice of it all.

Kurt shook his head, lifted his hand and SLAPPED her bare fanny hard in response, causing her to yelp and twist at the sting. "I said: tell me what you did," he repeated, low.

Filled with self-pity but finding no one to share it with, Rachel grudgingly answered. "I blew off the gym and took a cab home," she spat.

"Violating our agreement." Kurt added for her.

Rachel pouted, but grudgingly relented. "…Yes Sir. …I didn't think you'd find out," she admitted.

Kurt nodded and gave her bottom another good SPANK. Rachel stiffened, her toes rubbing against each other. "And what else?" Kurt asked.

"I bought a pretzel when I wasn't supposed to." Rachel said, feeling sorry for herself. She hadn't even been terribly hungry when she bought it; it had been a total impulse purchase. Definitely not worth this.

SMACK-SMACK. Kurt spanked both cheeks, eliciting a groan of frustration from the naughty girl over his lap. "That's right. You're the one who wanted to start this diet. You're the one who decided to make it a part of our arrangement. You've got no one to complain to but yourself, little girl."

Rachel's shoulders tensed as he scolded her, knowing he was right. "Yessir," she murmured reluctantly.

This is the level of respect she needs to be displaying more often, he mused. He pulled her a little tighter. "And. -SPANK. –What. –SLAP- else? SMACK"

Rachel whimpered miserably. The sound of Kurt's firm hand swatting her bare bottom was louder now, and Rachel's voice was higher. "I- I l-lied-to-you-about-it," she confessed all in one breath, burying her face in the couch cushion in anticipation of more stinging slaps coming.

"That's right." Kurt lectured, spanking her in earnest now as he spoke. "I promised you last week that lies would get your naughty bottom spanked good and I keep my promises. You. Don't. Lie. To. Me."

Rachel whined into the fabric of the couch as the spanks came faster, her bottom quickly reddening. "Okay okayOWWw. I'm sorrryyyyy," she whimpered.

"You do what's expected. whether I'm over your shoulder or not, young lady."
"Y-eesAHH Yessirr! OW."

"And I shouldn't need to remind you you're on a budget. If I have to take away your debit card or start making you bring me receipts I can do that." Kurt threatened.

"Mmmmmhmmm."

"But don't you test me." Kurt admonished, spanking sharply. "Act like a little girl in need of disciplining, and I'll be more than happy to warm this bottom up as often as it needs it."

Rachel wasn't outright crying but she was getting teary and sniffly by now. It was still startling how authoritative Kurt could sound, and how small it could make her feel.

Kurt took a breath and rested his hand on Rachel's warm backside. "Now I'm not going to make you go on that bike ride this time, but I think that's something I'll consider if you try pulling a stunt like this again," he warned. "I think you and I can agree you've lost dessert privileges after dinner tonight though, right?"

"…Yes Sir," Rachel answered quietly, laying her head on its side in shame.

"And the money you spent on a cab and a pretzel comes out of your weekend spending money."

Rachel sniffled and nodded. "That's fair, Sir."

Kurt sighed. "I don't like being lied to, Rachel."

"…I know, Sir. I'm sorry," came the meek reply.

Kurt lifted his hand and zeroed in on her sit spots, spanking her bottom with four more rapid swats that left Rachel screeching with her bottom bouncing over his knee.

"You going to remember what this feels like, young lady?" Kurt asked.

Rachel swallowed a sob. "Y-eessir."

"See that you do." Kurt scolded.

He let her cry quietly over his lap for a few moments and then let her up. She pulled away as soon as she was up and he turned, giving her some space as she pulled up her panties. When he looked back he saw her face was sulky and her hands had quickly gone to rub her bottom. Kurt studied her for a moment and then cleared his throat. "Wash up and I'll get started on dinner," he told her.

Free from his grasp and upright, a part of Rachel really wanted to say something snide. But she thought better of it. "…Yes Sir," she muttered, and brushed past him towards the bathroom, one hand still rubbing her backside.

I guess that went about as well as could be expected. Kurt rubbed the sting from his hand and headed over to the kitchen to make dinner.