"6,000 more subscribers!" Lenny announced in shock, with a wide grin not too far behind.

It had been 2 days since the first spanking and Blaine was thankful he hadn't received another yet, his ass had just stopped hurting when he sat down. Blaine had been missing for almost 3 days now. It turns out that Blaine had been taken to a house that Mr. Lawrence and Lenny shared which also doubled as their filming studio. With the money they had taken from the website, they had transformed the rooms in their house into different sets for their filming. Blaine had yet to visit these rooms, but he had heard them talking about several different locations they wanted to film their next session in. Mr. Lawrence had been gone for the afternoon the day prior and Lenny and he still hadn't come to a concrete decision on what scene to film.

The three of them were sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast; to an outside observer it would almost appear to be a normal family breakfast with two men and their son, (which they had actually taken upon themselves to call him). This would look normal, if one of the men wasn't simultaneously cooking breakfast and glancing at the other man's computer at different spanking locations for their "son," and if they hadn't installed handcuffs into the table and bound the son in question to the table out of fear he would escape.

The handcuffs luckily had a long chain so Blaine actually had a bit more mobility, but it was still uncomfortable. He hadn't felt very hungry, but the two men had dragged him out of the room that they explained was his and would also serve as the room he would be spanked in for any "father-son, at home spanking" scenes. That definitely made the room uncomfortable for him. Mr. Lawrence had cooked pancakes and eggs for breakfast which Blaine found himself just playing with with his fork. Mr. Lawrence had turned around to say something to Lenny when he noticed Blaine hadn't even eaten a bite. His face darkened as he grabbed his own plate and took his place in the chair at the large table.

"Would you like to enlighten me on why you haven't touched your breakfast, Blaine?"

Blaine glanced up and looked at Mr. Lawrence who looked at him for some form of an explanation.

"I'm not hungry," Blaine said softly, still sticking his fork in the food, but not eating any of it.

Mr. Lawrence leaned a little closer and with a warning glint in his eyes spoke very clearly, "I made this breakfast for us to eat together as a family. I will not have you going hungry or disrespecting me, is that clear?"

Blaine blinked down at the plate of syrup soaked pancakes and dropped his fork. "Can I just have them later? I told you, I'm not hungry."

Mr. Lawrence suddenly stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over in the process.

"Do you want me to force feed you, hmm?" He asked, angrily. "I'll do it, Blaine. I'll do that and more if you don't eat the food I prepared for you."

Blaine felt a twinge of fear at how angry he got over something as simple as Blaine asking if he could eat later, but he really wasn't hungry. He hadn't been very hungry the past 2 and a half days he had been here. He was worried that he might provoke Mr. Lawrence to go after Kurt, so he slowly took a little piece of a pancake on his fork and slowly brought it to his mouth. The pancakes had become a little soggy for sitting so long in the syrup, but they weren't really that bad.

"Another bite," Mr. Lawrence insisted, not satisfied with the fact that Blaine had only taken a tiny bite.

Blaine took another tiny bite, but took longer to chew it.

"Are you trying to piss me off, Blaine?" Mr. Lawrence asked.

"Aww, c'mon, John, the boy's eating, lay off," Lenny tried to intervene, but Mr. Lawrence just turned his steely gaze on the cameraman.

"Do you seriously want to give me advice on how to handle our kid, hmm?"

Blaine had been confused on the whole them calling him "their kid." The pair of men had insisted that they weren't gay, but both of their wives had left them long ago and they were two best friends that only had each other in this world. They had formed the business together. Now they decided that not only would they share the business, but they would share Blaine, too.

"John, I ain't trying to tell you to do anything," Lenny insisted hands raised in surrender. "I'm just saying, the kid's eating, no need to get angry over it."

"If he doesn't eat, he'll get sick, Lenny, do you want him to get sick?" Mr. Lawrence asked, gesturing at Blaine.

Lenny glanced over at Blaine, then back to Mr. Lawrence and sighed. "Nah, John, I don't want him to get sick."

"Then allow me to do the fatherly thing and make him do as he's told," Mr. Lawrence stated crisply. "Now, Blaine, do I have to tell you again?"

Blaine shook his head softly and made to take another bite.

Finally Mr. Lawrence turned his attention away from Blaine and started discussing where Blaine was going to have his next spanking which caused Blaine to become even less hungry if that were even possible. He couldn't eat anymore, if he did, he was going to throw up all over the table.

He began to work on cutting the pancakes into tiny pieces and squashing them down, hoping that it would look like he ate more. He had managed to squish some pieces together to make it look like he had eaten more before Mr. Lawrence spoke up.

"Blaine, good boy, you've been eating like you were told," Mr. Lawrence stated in satisfaction, before he quirked an eye brow at the plate. When he got up to inspect the plate, Blaine felt his nerves grow. Mr. Lawrence was going to see what he'd done and he was going to be pissed.

"I-I don't like b-being watched while I eat...can I just finish this without both of y-you watching?" Blaine asked in an attempt to get Mr. Lawrence to back off, which he didn't. Blaine could tell that Mr. Lawrence could see what he had done when he inspected the plate closer.

"Lenny, go get the chair please," Mr. Lawrence said very calmly.

Blaine's eyes widened at Mr. Lawrence's words and he had to swallow nervously. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lawrence, please...no," Blaine tried to apologize, but Mr. Lawrence ignored him. Instead, he went over to Blaine and unhooked the handcuffs from the table as Lenny went upstairs to retrieve the chair.

"I told you to eat and what did you do, Blaine?" Mr. Lawrence asked, pulling Blaine up from the chair.

"Mr. Lawrence-I'm sorry-"

"No, Blaine, what did you? I want you to tell me what you did."

"I-I didn't eat," Blaine muttered softly as Mr. Lawrence grew angrier.

"You disobeyed me, didn't you?" When Blaine didn't respond, Mr. Lawrence yelled, "Did you or did you not disobey me?!"

Blaine felt his heart rate increasing as Mr. Lawrence grew angrier. Blaine had to find a way to calm him down since he didn't know what he was truly capable of.

"Yes, I disobeyed you and I'm sorry."

"You're sorry are you, Blaine? Well, we're about to make sure you are very sorry."

Blaine felt his stomach twist as Mr. Lawrence gripped him by his upper arm and dragged him into the living room where Lenny was waiting with the chair.

"You know you have your first real session with an actual scene tonight which I was going to let you prepare for, but you've left me with no choice. Your bottom is going to be warmed now and before your session tonight. I hope you're proud of your misbehavior, because your ass is about to pay the price."

"I said I was sorry and I meant it, Mr. Lawrence. I'm sorry I wasn't hungry...but I felt like I was going to be sick if I ate anymore...and I didn't want to make you angry." Blaine tried to explain.

"Blaine, if you had explained that you weren't feeling well instead of trying to lie to me by cutting your food up, then we wouldn't be here, would we?"

"I tried to tell you, I-"

"Blaine, you lied, now you're being punished for it, no more excuses," Mr. Lawrence said, dismissing Blaine's explanation as he sat down and motioned for Blaine to come closer. Lenny took a seat on the couch to view the punishment, thankfully the camera wasn't taken out.

As soon as Blaine was within his reach, Mr. Lawrence stuck two fingers in his belt loop to pull him close, grabbed at the waist of his jeans and pulled them down to his knees.

"Bend over my knees, Blaine," Mr. Lawrence instructed.

Blaine hesitated which caused Mr. Lawrence to become more irritated.

"I said bend over and lay across my lap!"

Blaine began shaking with nerves as he slowly climbed over his lap. He lowered his still handcuffed hands to the floor and was shocked that instead of feeling Mr. Lawrence's hand on his ass, he felt his hands lower his boxer briefs.

"It's all going on your bare bottom, Blaine. I've had it up to here with your attitude today and we're going to fix that before your session tonight."

Blaine took a deep breath right as the first slap came down. Mr. Lawrence wasn't spanking as hard as he did when they did his introductory session, but it still stung and the pace was definitely different. Instead of starting slowly with one spank to each cheek and switching like he did with the introductory session, he was spanking each cheek for a good 20 seconds before he would switch to start spanking the other which caused it to sting a hell of a lot more.

Blaine tried to grit his teeth and take it, but the swats kept landing in the same place over and over again on his sit spot and he could feel himself wavering. It took a particularly stingy set of swats before it happened.

"Ow."

Mr. Lawrence was encouraged by this and spanked a little quicker.

"Ow," Blaine whimpered again as Mr. Lawrence kept spanking.

"Ow, Blaine? Does it hurt?"

"Ouch-yes, it hurts a lot, please, Mr. Lawrence, ow," Blaine begged before another stinging slap let out another exclamation of pain.

Mr. Lawrence increased the strength for about twenty more swats, then stopped. Blaine let out a breath and began panting, attempting to catch his breath. Mr. Lawrence brought a hand to Blaine's bottom and began to rub softly.

"I could have done that a lot harder, Blaine. Your ass is only a borderline red, which will go away by tonight's session. It might be a little pink, but the soreness will definitely not go away."

Blaine let out a whimper at the mention of getting spanked again that night.

"You should have been better behaved, then you wouldn't be going into tonight's session with an already sore bottom," Mr. Lawrence reasoned.

Why the hell didn't he just eat the food? Blaine thought to himself bitterly. His stomach wouldn't have allowed it and who knows what would have happened to him if he had thrown up all over the table...probably something a hell of a lot worse...

"Blaine, I want you to stand up," Mr. Lawrence instructed as he pulled Blaine's underwear back up over his sore bottom then Blaine did as he said having to use Mr. Lawrence's knee to pick himself up off his lap due to the hand cuffs.

"Do you w-want me to go h-have a time-out?" Blaine asked, feeling the heat radiating from his cheeks in embarrassment from having asked the question, not to mention the heat radiating from his ass.

"I think you deserve a time out, don't you? How about you, Lenny, do you think our boy deserves a time out?"

Lenny nodded. "I think he could use one, yes."

"Well, Blaine, we think a time out would be nice, don't you?"

Blaine nodded slowly and when he made to walk over to the corner, Mr. Lawrence placed a hand on his arm to stop him.

"I want to hear you say it, first, Blaine. You didn't answer me."

Blaine felt his stomach flip, he was already embarrassed from the spanking, why did he have to continue to add to the humiliation?

"Mr. Lawrence, I-I th-think I deserve a time out," Blaine said, defeated.

Once Blaine had finally gotten into time out, he remembered what Mr. Lawrence said about having his bottom shown after it was spanked. He really didn't want to do it, but he was in enough trouble as it was. The handcuffs allowed enough mobility that he was able to reach down on both sides and pull his boxers down to his knees, then he let his hands fall out in front of him as he stood in time out.

"Lenny, would you take a look at that! He's learning!" Mr. Lawrence exclaimed excitedly.

Blaine had been in time out for about ten minutes by the time Mr. Lawrence came by to pull his pants up and let him out. He instructed Blaine to go up to his room and he would be up in a few minutes to talk to him.

Blaine did as instructed, wincing every time he took a step up the stairs...jeez his ass was sore. He made it into his room and lied down gingerly on the bed and made sure to stay on his side. His back was facing the door when Mr. Lawrence walked in and cleared his throat.

"We won't be having that kind of behavior again, will we Blaine?"

Blaine mumbled a no, before Mr. Lawrence instructed him to sit up. He really didn't want to let his ass make contact with the bed, but that was probably the point Mr. Lawrence wanted to make, for Blaine to sit on his sore bottom. Right when Blaine sat up, the sting flared up again immediately, causing Blaine to wince which caused a look of pride to resonate on Mr. Lawrence's face. He was happy to have caused Blaine to wince.

"I wanted to make sure that tonight will go off without a hitch. You need to be in character as to not disrupt filming...and as our star, you can't allow that to happen, son. I need you to be professional."

Blaine winced again at the word, "son" only his real father was allowed to call him that. Not his creepy teacher from like 2nd grade...especially not now.

"I thought you could use a push, so I took the liberty of retrieving a little something for you yesterday just to remind you what's at stake here and a reminder of why you'll want to put all of your acting skills to use. I want you to think long and clear up here before I come back up here to discuss the scene with you, are we clear?"

Blaine nodded as Mr. Lawrence left a tiny digital camera on Blaine's bedside table as he made to leave the room. Once the door clicked shut, Blaine heard Mr. Lawrence lock the door from the outside. He had a bad feeling about the camera that he left on the table, but he had to check it, regardless of how nervous it made him feel.

He clicked the camera on and checked the memory, there was only one thing on it; a video. He swallowed nervously and clicked the play button.

The face of Mr. Lawrence appeared on the camera, it looked like he was filming himself.

"Blaine, this video is for you to watch before your first session. I wanted to remind you that you are now my star and my new son. I didn't want you to forget what's at stake should you disobey me."

Blaine couldn't tell where Mr. Lawrence was, but soon the camera was off Mr. Lawrence's face and was pointed towards the ground. Before long he could hear chatter as if Mr. Lawrence had gone inside a building of some sort.

It wasn't before long that the camera had been placed at the end of the table, being such a small camera, it probably didn't look too conspicuous to whomever he was attempting to film.

His heart dropped into his stomach when he saw who and where Mr. Lawrence was filming. The Lima Bean. Kurt was sitting at a table stirring at his coffee half heartedly whilst Rachel was holding onto one of his hands that he had resting on the table.

"It's ok, Kurt, I'm sure the police will find Blaine, it's only been a couple of days."

Blaine blinked back a tear as he watched the boy of his dreams looking so distressed. Kurt had never looked so unkempt...at least not that Blaine had ever seen. Kurt was always dressed to impress around Blaine and never faltered, not once. Kurt's clothes here were loose, wrinkled and disheveled. His hair wasn't even styled. Blaine felt his heart pang with worry.

"When he didn't show up for our date night, I knew something was wrong, Blaine never misses date night," Kurt spoke so softly that the camera almost hadn't caught it.

"How are Blaine's parents doing?"

"They are beside themselves. Mrs. Anderson called me to update me and I don't think it even took her ten seconds before she started crying. I actually saw Mr. Anderson look worried...and that man almost never lets you see his emotions, Rachel..."

Blaine couldn't help but smile softly at Kurt's impression of his father. Kurt hadn't really gotten to know him too well yet and he had been a bit stand offish, just a few days before Mr. Lawrence took him, his father had asked if Kurt could come to dinner so they could get to know each other even better. His father liked Kurt, which also meant his father was growing more comfortable accepting his sexuality. Not that he never did, he just wasn't sure how to go about handling the situation, is what he told Blaine.

"I'm sure they'll find him, Kurt." Rachel insisted, trying to get Kurt to smile.

Kurt looked up sadly, "I hope that he's ok wherever he is...I miss him, Rach, it's only been a couple of days, but I miss him. He's so strong...I feel just so small without him. My first instinct is to call Blaine to tell him how worried I am...but then I remember that I can't...I love him so much...if someone's hurting him I won't be able to live with myself."

At that time, Mr. Lawrence got up from the table with the camera and started to make his way towards Kurt.

Blaine felt his stomach clench. Instead of saying anything, he purposely bumped into Kurt's chair as he made his way out the door, before Mr. Lawrence made it out, Blaine could hear Rachel shout after him, "That was really rude, you know! Manners aren't just for children!"

With that, the camera clicked off.

Mr. Lawrence had been to Lima yesterday...he had been within touching distance to Kurt. Blaine could feel his heart beating wildly and the felt the urge to be sick. He could have hurt Kurt...he wasn't bluffing when he said he knew where they had coffee. If he didn't do as he was told, he knew where to get to Kurt. Blaine couldn't allow that to happen. He had to make sure to be the best actor tonight. He can't let Kurt down. He won't let Mr. Lawrence have a reason to get anywhere near Kurt again. He had to make sure of it...starting with tonight's filming.


Hmmm, so thoughts? The situation's become a tad bit creepier...and we have the first big filming session coming up. What's everyone thinking? Hopefully I still have some readers. ^.^ Hope to see some awesome reviews, guys! You're the best! Hope to see ya soon! Get those reviews in!