Warnings: In case the title didn't fill you in, there is spanking in this story, though it isn't sexual. If this rubs you the wrong way, please don't read.

I do not own glee. it would be very cool if i did though.

KURT'S FIRST SPANKING

Kurt had known since his sophomore year that he wished he had a boyfriend who was willing to spank him. Not in a sexual way, but as punishment. Kurt's mouth and attitude frequently ran away from him and more than a few times he'd hurt people he cared about with his cutting remarks. Apologies and attempts to make it right never seemed enough to take away the heavy guilt that would engulf him.

It was after his college class and Kurt lay on his bed with this sick feeling in his stomach. He was so lost in thought; he didn't hear Blaine come in their apartment until he opened the bedroom door.

"Kurt? Are you okay?" He sat on the bed and brushed Kurt's bangs away from his eyes before stroking his face. "You don't feel warm."

"I'm okay." Kurt told him softly, his eyes not moving from the wall.

"I don't think you are." Blaine's voice was gentle, but also matter-of-fact. "Is something troubling you?"

Kurt could no longer keep it inside. "I did something." He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What did you do?" Blaine felt a twinge of fear. That sounded like something someone who'd cheated would say. No, Kurt was not the cheating kind.

"I said something… it was kinda mean and it hurt this girl's feelings."

"You feel guilty."

"Yeah."

"Did you apologize?"

"Yeah, and she said it was okay but I still feel really bad."

"Okay. When you feel like this, what helps? Do you want a distraction to get your mind off it? We could watch a movie or go out if you'd like."

Kurt shook his head. "Nothing helps. It goes away on its own."

"How long does that take?"

Kurt shrugged. "A few days or so."

"That's a long time, Kurt. Are you sure there isn't a way to speed it along? I hate seeing you miserable like this."

Kurt shrugged.

"Kurt?" Blaine pressed, his tone just a hair firmer.

"You'll think I'm a freak or something."

"I'll never think that, Kurt."

"You don't know that."

"Yeah, well, neither do you, so try me." Blaine insisted.

"May-maybe if you… spa-punished me?"

"Punished you?"

Kurt groaned and hid his face now he felt guilty and humiliated.

Blaine was quiet for a few moments, thinking deeply while he rubbed the back of Kurt's neck. "You know, Kurt, my mom has this friend who has this kind of relationship with her husband where if she does something wrong, he spanks her. Is that what you need, Baby?"

Kurt couldn't believe the sincerity in his boyfriend's voice he rolled over slightly and brought his eyes very slowly up to Blaine's face. Blaine looked at him gently and lovingly.

"If that's what you need, I'm willing to do it."

Kurt choked on the lump forming in his throat. "Please?"

"Okay. Sit up for me; we need to talk first."

Kurt pulled himself up, twisting his hands nervously.

"I have a feeling this is something you've thought about for a long time, maybe even years?"

Kurt nodded.

"When you thought about being spanked, what are some of the things you thought about?"

Kurt's face turned so red; it was nearly glowing. "I-I think about… being over your knee or bending over something. Your knee is best. My… my bottom hurts and I'm probably crying but it's mostly a good cry, the kind that makes you feel better afterwards. I-I'm em-embarressed be-because… m-my pants a-and… and underwear are down. You don't stop spanking until you are sure I've learned my lesson, even if I ask you to stop. Once it's over you hold me and everything is better."

"Okay. Do I only spank you when you feel guilty and feel that you need one, or do we have rules that you have to follow?"

Kurt hesitated for a brief moment. "We have rules. I-I sort of like it when you tell me what to do. Like when you wake me up in the morning and tell me to eat breakfast or when I'm starting to be bratty and you tell me to stop. Even when you scold me about not studying enough and staying out too late. It… it makes me feel… safe, I guess."

Blaine nodded. "Alright, we can sit down and write down some rules later. I think we should take care of this first. Are you okay with me spanking you with different things? I don't think my hand is going to be enough, do you?"

Kurt shook his head. "I feel really guilty, I don't think a hand spanking is going to be enough. What kinds of other things?"

"We'll start small obviously. Wooden spoons will work, though they break kind of easily, a hair brush. Some people use a belt."

Kurt shuddered at the last one.

"I'd only consider belting you for something very serious."

Kurt nodded. "Okay. It's not that big of a deal; Dad belted me once."

"He did?"

"Yeah. I snuck out and got wasted at a party. Someone called the cops. I had alcohol poisoning and had to get my stomach pumped."

Blaine nodded. "That would be the kind of situation where I'd consider a belt."

"Yeah. He didn't give me a lot with it. I think about five smacks or so. But it hurt." Kurt shifted uncomfortably; the memory alone was enough to make his butt tingle.

"Okay. Well, I think in this case, a hairbrush will do the trick. Go get your hairbrush for me." Blaine instructed.

"Yes, sir." Kurt answered automatically. He realized what he said and turned to Blaine, unsure what to do or say next.

"If it feels right to call me sir when I'm disciplining you than you should do it, Kurt." Blaine told him.

"Yes, sir." Kurt answered again before going to the bathroom to get his hair brush. He never noticed until that moment how hard the plastic was and that it actually felt heavy in his hand. His stomach rolled and twisted a little at the thought of it colliding with his butt. He almost chickened out right then and there.

"You need this." He told himself quietly. "You know it and so does Blaine. You'll feel better afterwards."

He took a small, steadying breath and returned to the bedroom. Blaine didn't question why Kurt had taken a little longer; he could see how tough this was for his boyfriend and was proud of him for telling him what he needed. He took the offered brush and sat it down next to him. "Take off your pants, Kurt."

Kurt's hands trembled as he tried to unfasten his tight jeans.

Blaine watched him struggle for a few seconds, not wanting to wound his boyfriend's pride, but finally put his hands upon Kurt's waist and pulled him gently until he stood right between his knees. "Let me help you."

Kurt moved his hands away and let Blaine unfasten his pants. He used Blaine's shoulder to steady himself as he tugged his legs free of the tight material. Blaine then guided him over his knee and had him lay his upper body over the bed. He slid his hand under Kurt's shirt and rubbed his back. "Comfortable?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"Okay. I don't want to hit your hand so keep it in front of you. If you want me to hold it, either say so or put you hand right here on your back."

"Yes, sir."

Blaine decided he'd hesitated long enough and all he was doing was making Kurt more anxious. He hooked his fingers under the waist band of Kurt's boxer briefs and tugged them down. "Lift your hips a little for me."

Kurt complied and soon his underwear was around his knees.

"Words hurt, Kurt." Blaine began to lecture. He rested his right hand on Kurt's thigh. "You need to think about how they are going to make the other person feel before you say them. You have strong opinions and like to speak your mind; these aren't bad things, but you need to pause first and think about what the consequences could be. You understand?"

Kurt gave a soft sniff. "Yes, sir."

"Good, now I'm going to help you remember." Blaine raised his right hand and brought it down hard on Kurt's bottom. It made a loud clapping sound and Kurt jerked slightly and gave a tiny yelp. Blaine repeated it and soon settled into a steady, fast pace. Kurt managed to take it quietly. It stung and he hated how vulnerable he felt and how little control he had. His legs began to give little, twitching kicks when Blaine's hand moved to his sit-spots and the tops of his thighs. Blaine continued until the entirety of Kurt's butt was a uniform, dusty pink. He gave Kurt's back a quick rubdown and checked on how he was doing. He was laying quietly with his cheek resting on his hands. His eyes looked a little misty, but his face almost looked peaceful.

"I'm going to move on to the brush now, Baby."

Kurt's face tensed slightly, clearly nervous and he took a quiet breath. "Yes, sir."

Blaine picked up the brush and tightened his grip a little on Kurt. "Would you like me to hold your hand?"

"Yes, please." He moved his hand and held it out behind him. Blaine quickly took it and held it gently against Kurt's back.

"I love you, Baby. And I'm very proud of you."

"Love you too." Kurt murmured back.

Blaine raise the brush and began to bring it down sharply. Kurt hissed and gasped but took the first twenty or so quietly. A small puddle of tears collected on the hand that pillowed his head. His legs kicked out halfheartedly.

As much as the knowledge saddened Blaine; he knew he had to make Kurt really feel this. He pinned Kurt's legs with the leg Kurt wasn't laying on and raised the brush higher. He used more arm strength and flicked his wrist to bring the brush down harder.

Kurt gave a small shriek and his whole body shuddered and tried to twist away from the pain.

"Lie still." Blaine told him firmly. "We are almost done. These are the last fifteen, then we are all done."

"Yes, sir." Kurt responded brokenly.

Blaine decided that he needed to put these where Kurt would remember them best: his sit-spots. For the next day or so, every time Kurt sat, he'd remember to watch what he said.

CRACK!

Kurt cried out and sobbed.

CRACK!

Blaine had to tighten his hold as his boyfriend tried to escape the pain.

CRACK!

Kurt's legs kicked the air. "Please!" He begged. "No more! It hurts! It hurts!"

CRACK! CRACK!

Kurt howled.

"I know it hurts." Blaine said calmly. "And I'm sorry, Baby, but it's what you need."

CRACK! "Stop!" CRACK! "AUGH! No more, please!" CRACK! "OW! Please!"

Blaine picked up speed, wanting this over quickly. Kurt's whole butt was red and now the tops of his thighs and sit-spots matched. Kurt stopped fighting and laid still.

CRACK! CRACK! "I'm sorry!" He sobbed. CRACK! CRACK! "AHH! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "I'll be good! Please!"

Blaine laid down the brush and freed Kurt's hand and legs. Kurt didn't seem to notice. He continued to weep and make apologies and promises into the bedspread.

Blaine rubbed his back and whispered reassurances into his ear. After a few minutes, Kurt calmed slightly.

Blaine reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lotion he'd put there ten minutes ago. He squeezed some out onto the glowing bottom. Kurt flinched and hissed in surprise.

"What's that, sir?"

"Lotion. It will make your bottom feel a little better and keep it from drying out."

"Thank you, Blaine." Kurt whispered gratefully.

"You're welcome, sweetheart." He began to rub in the lotion. "How do you feel, Baby?"

"Tired." Kurt answered and blinked heavily. "My bottom feels like I sat on the stove. I feel better though. A little lighter."

"So, the guilt's gone?"

"Yeah. Though I still think I'll get Sarah a small gift, just to make up for it. She's really nice and I'd like her to be my friend."

"That sounds like a good idea. So, do you regret asking me to do this?"

Kurt paused. "No. I mean, I don't like it. It hurt a lot. More than I thought it would, but I need this. Do you regret it?"

Blaine gave Kurt a soft kiss on the cheek. "I don't like it either. I felt bad, hurting you. But if this is what you need, I'll do it for you."

"Even the rules and stuff?" Kurt asked softly.

"Even those. I will admit, there is a small part of me that likes being in control. I thought about it some, and I like it when I tell you to do something and you do it. I think it makes us a better fit. I like it when you submit to me by doing what I tell you to and you like it when I'm authoritative."

Kurt nodded.

"Now," Blaine straightened, his voice taking on an air of authority. "I think it's time for some cuddling."

Kurt nodded eagerly and they arranged themselves on the bed, Kurt's head on Blaine's chest, the sound of his heartbeat lulling him to sleep.

END CHAPTER

That's all for now; hope you enjoyed. I have one more chapter and i think i will end this story... document... thing... at that. (If I can figure out this website well enough to to that. I'm not someone you'd refer to as "technolically inclined." I may continue this Kurt/Blaine DD (Domestic Discipline) story separately. Any feedback or constructive criticism to help me improve as a writer is most welcome. If you ignored the warning and found yourself offended anyway, please remember that these are fictional characters who were returned to their rightful owners unharmed. I even dusted them off first. Until next time. Ciao.