AN: Prompt is Kurt getting slippered bent over the couch.

Slipper

Blaine looked up from his laptop as Kurt walked in the door. "You're late."

Kurt groaned. "I know, I know. Sorry. One of the other interns dragged me into a conversation just as I was getting ready to leave."

Blaine sighed. "We have the curfew set for a reason, babe. You need to get home by then."

"It won't happen again. I promise." Kurt said, walking towards the kitchen to get food.

"I know it won't. Come here." Blaine set his laptop down on the coffee table and stood, gesturing Kurt to him.

Kurt froze, shaking his head at Blaine. "No. Come on, please? It was one time."

Blaine gave Kurt a look. "It was one time? This is the third time this week. I didn't say anything the other times because it was only a few minutes. But you're half an hour late today."

Kurt dragged his feet as he reluctantly walked over to Blaine. He came to a stop in front of Blaine and gave him a pleading look. "I won't do it again."

Blaine sighed, stroking Kurt's cheek as he contemplated how to respond. "I'll give you a choice. Either you take a spanking with my hand that will go on until I think you have learned your lesson about being late home or I give you one spank for every minute that you are late every time you come home late."

"Just one per minute?" Kurt asked, brightening a bit at this suggestion. Thirty spanks compared with however many he normally got would be no big deal.

"With a slipper." Blaine amended, seeing in Kurt's eyes that one spank with his hand wouldn't be enough of a deterrent.

Kurt bit his lip, thinking about that. He had never actually gotten the slipper before. He looked down at where Blaine's pair sat innocently on the ground, trying to imagine how it would feel coming down on him. He still thought it sounded better than a regular spanking that would be sure to leave him in tears. "I'll take the slipper."

Blaine nodded. "Fine. I want you to pull your pants and underwear down and then bend over the arm of the couch."

Kurt glanced over in that direction for a moment, mentally preparing himself before moving over. He slowly worked the button on his pants, pushing them down quickly with his underwear before leaning over, feeling oddly vulnerable in this position.

Blaine picked up one of his slippers, testing it out on the palm of his hand. He grimaced at the sting, shaking his palm out as he walked over behind Kurt. He put his hand on Kurt's back and pushed him down a bit more, forcing his back to arch and present his butt better. He rested the slipper on Kurt's pale cheeks and calmly began to lecture as Kurt shifted under him. "We have agreed to the curfew and both of us are expected to follow it. I have been lenient lately and that's clearly my fault. From now on, each and every time you are late, you will be back in this position. Even if it is only a minute. Start planning out your commute better and managing your time or you'll be back like this every single night. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." Kurt agreed, cheeks clenching as he felt the slipper move away from his cheeks.

It came down with a thwack, stinging as it wrapped around Kurt's cheeks. Blaine brought down a second smack, overlapping where the first had hit in the middle to cover both cheeks completely. He moved down for the next two, layering them in the same way. He continued this pattern until he had covered halfway down Kurt's thighs.

Kurt's cheeks were a bright pink in color, slightly darker in the middle where the slipper was hitting each and every smack. Kurt's feet drummed against the floor a bit as he tried to work out some of the sting from the swats. Blaine moved back to the top and worked the same pattern down again, landing the smacks a bit harder this time.

Kurt bit back yelps, trying to refrain from reaching back to cover himself. The slipper wasn't heavy like the hairbrush but it stung in the same way. It just covered an even wider area with each swat, making it hard for Kurt not to cry out.

With only ten left, Blaine raised the slipper even higher, bringing it down with a flick of his wrist nice and low, covering the crease between bottom and thigh. He aimed all of the last swats to that area, alternating left and right. Kurt lay gasping, his eyes tearing up as a burn encompassed the sensitive sit spot.

Blaine stopped and set the slipper down on the floor, keeping a hand in place on Kurt's back to hold him in position. "Each and every time. There will be no excuses for being late from now on. Are we clear?"

Kurt nodded, wiping at his eyes as he waited for Blaine to let him up. "Yes, sir."

"Good." Blaine reached down and pulled Kurt's pants and underwear back up for him, being gentle with the pinkened cheeks. Clothes in place, he pulled Kurt into a hug, rubbing his back lightly as Kurt's head came to rest on his shoulder. "You all right?"

Kurt nodded, one hand reaching back to rub gently at his butt through his pants. "Yeah. That slipper hurts."

Blaine chuckled a bit. "I know. My hand is still stinging just from testing it."

"Serves you right." Kurt sniffed, smothering his laugh in Blaine's shoulder.

"Brat." Blaine said affectionately, giving Kurt's butt a little pat with his hand before pulling out of the hug. "Let's go see if we can find you some food, yeah?"

Kurt nodded, grabbing Blaine's hand as he headed into the kitchen, his butt stinging as his pants rubbed against the spanked skin.

AN: Thank you all for reading. Hope you enjoyed. Continue sending prompts my way. You never know which of them is going to stick and grow to a full story in my head. Next update is Wednesday.