It seemed for a moment that everything was in slow motion, and indeed, Blaine was walking a tight line of trying to comply but not exactly being in a hurry. He closed the drawer, willing his hand not to shake that much as he held the spoon. He couldn't remember ever having been told to fetch an implement for his own punishment before and found it rather sobering.

Kurt kept an eye on him as he made his way back, noticing his slight hesitation about halfway back. Kurt rose slowly, trying not to spook him, and took a couple steps before outstretching his hand. Blaine obediently gave him the wooden spoon.

"Was that difficult to do, young man?" he asked neutrally.

Blaine struggled to make eye contact. "Some," he conceded. "You know it's… not my favorite," he murmured.

Kurt ran his hand along the base of the spoon, tapping it against his hand. "Well it'd be staying in the drawer tonight if you'd made a few better choices the past few weeks, wouldn't it?"

"…yes sir."

Kurt took one of his wire chairs by the coffee table and placed it between them. He cleared his throat and gestured with his hands towards Blaine's pants. Cowed, Blaine unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants, pushing them down past his knees.

"How do we usually handle lying around here?" Kurt pressed.

"Sir?" Blaine asked, standing awkwardly in his navy boxer briefs.

"When you and Rachel choose to tell lies, what have we agreed is usually in order?"

"A spanking sir." Blaine wished he didn't have to talk about it and could just get it over with quick now.

"Yes," Kurt agreed, circling around Blaine to place a gentle hand on his back, nudging him to bend forward and touch the chair. "A bare bottom spanking, yes?"

Blaine swallowed, feeling more vulnerable now. "…ye-esssir," he sputtered.

Kurt responded by swiftly pulling Blaine's boxer briefs down to his knees. Blaine closed his eyes, trying to control his breathing. It just felt like his bottom was on display now and he wanted it over.

"Which is what you would have gotten if you came clean about all of this a couple weeks ago. But you need something that will make firmer impression than usual. You chose to persist with lying to me for quite some time, didn't you?"

"Yes sir. I was… tr-trying not to hurt your feelings."

Kurt closed the distance between them and put his arm around Blaine's midsection, before landing a WHACK with the spoon that startled, making Blaine sink slightly towards the floor with a quiet whimper. Kurt pulled him back up into position.

"Young man, the only feelings you need to be thinking about right now is that feeling across your backside. I'm responsible for my emotions, not you. I'm not so fragile that you can use that as an excuse for dishonesty."

"Y-ye-essir. I'm sorry sir," Blaine sputtered. He chewed his lip, trying to be strong.

"If I have hurt feelings, that's my problem. It doesn't change our agreement that you don't -SLAP -get to lie –SLAP- to me, understand?"

"OW!…Yes s-s-sir," Blaine moaned low, hopping a bit. He felt Kurt's strong arm holding him in place, preventing him from moving too far. Tears sprung in Blaine's eyes at the sting and he blinked hard, trying to will them away. It was a losing battle but it didn't stop him from trying. He winced as Kurt continued now, smacking the spoon from one cheek to the other. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. He whined miserably, trying to breathe his way through it.

Rachel found it hard to watch, having a pretty good idea about what Blaine was feeling right now. She couldn't imagine screwing up quite like this—perhaps honestly because she catered less to other people's feelings naturally than Blaine did sometimes? But she certainly had dug herself plenty of holes involving bending the truth and had had to face the music with Kurt about them before, and she knew it was never pleasant.

Kurt took a breath, examining the damage thus far. Pinkish-redness bloomed across Blaine's bottom. If this were Rachel she'd be kicking and screaming right now, protesting about how unfair this was, he mused. It moved him that though Blaine clearly dreaded being spanked with a wooden spoon, he was willing to submit to it when he knew it was deserved, and for a kind of solidarity with Rachel.

"Sometimes a young man needs some old-fashioned discipline," Kurt said, low. "Isn't that right, Blaine?"

Blaine choked a sob. "Ye-ess sir," he replied, teary now.

"Getting your bare bottom reddened is embarrassing?"

"Yessir."

"It hurts," Kurt added simply.

"Yes sirrr…." Blaine agreed, giving in to his crying. "Sh-shouldn't be lying to you."

"I'm glad you feel that way. This is a good reminder?" he asked.

"…yes sirrr."

Kurt held Blaine tight as he narrowed the spoon's aim lower to his sit spots. He lit a sharp fire there as Blaine's bottom helplessly bounced in response. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK-SMACK. Blaine yelped at each swat, trying to catch his breath and get on the other side of the pain.

"Ow owwww OHH it hurrrtssss," Blaine sobbed.

"I know, love." Kurt soothed. "When you need a good spanking it's going to hurt. Helps you remember." He gave a fine SWAT across the middle of Blaine's bottom, watching the outline of the spoon flare up and then disappear into more redness. His eyes then turned to Rachel, who was looking on, sympathetic. He held out the spoon towards her, and she obediently came over to take it and return it to the drawer, shaking her head.

Kurt ran his hand across Blaine's hot bottom, and then, with a sigh, loosened his hold on him. He helped him hobble to an upright position as he cried freely. He reached down to his boxer briefs, now well around Blaine's ankles, and pulled them gently back up, thinking Blaine might appreciate some minor modesty with Rachel here now. As soon as he did so, Blaine reached back to grab at his bottom, moaning miserably in a strange kind of dance as he tried helplessly to rub some of the pain away.

"I know, I know, you're okay, it's okay…" Kurt soothed.

"Hurtss…" Blaine complained, teary.

"It was meant to. I know. You were very brave," Kurt praised, quietly wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close. "I can't say that sting isn't going to linger a little while, but I know you learned your lesson. I'm proud of you."

Blaine reached around to hug Kurt back, crying salty tears into his shoulder.