Hey, i'm back again. Don't get used to me posting so soon, i had this already done before i, rather impulsively decided to post it. The more i use this website, the more painfully aware i am becoming at how un-fluent i am at speaking computer. navigating this website and posting things has been very trial-and-error. (Mostly error.) (If anyone out there wants to assure me that i am not alone in this, i would appreciate it.;) ) Anyway, hope you enjoy.
Warnings: Same as before, but in case you forgot: Spanking, Domestic Discipline, mild language
RULES
"Kurt. Time to wake up."
Kurt groaned and stirred slightly. He whimpered as waking and the movement caused the aching burn to reawaken in his backside. "Not yet." He whined.
"If you don't get up now, you'll have trouble sleeping tonight and you'll be a bear tomorrow. Which, considering we are about to make up some rules about such behavior, it wouldn't bode well for your backside."
Kurt looked up at him with alarm. His hand slipping back toward his still naked and red backside.
Blaine tapped his hand with his fingers. "No rubbing, Kurt."
Kurt pouted.
"Put that face away. Now, get up, throw on some pajamas, wash your face. I ordered take-out; it should be here by the time you're done."
Kurt's stomach rumbled hungrily, giving him the necessary motivation to gingerly maneuver himself off the bed.
"Remember what I said, Kurt: No rubbing. That fire I lit back there is to teach you that words burn too. And you can't rub words away. I catch you touching that backside, I'll give you a few spanks with a wooden spoon. Is that understood?"
Yes, sir." Kurt answered. His expression took on the look of a kicked pup.
"I ordered your favorite; so, I must not be a complete monster."
That made Kurt smile a little. "No, you're not a monster."
"I'm hoping the longer the reminder, the longer it will be before I have to put you over my knee again."
"I get it." Kurt said, nodding. He leaned in for a hug. "I love you."
"I love you too. Now, get ready, we don't want our food to get cold."
After dinner, they curled up on the couch. Blaine had a notebook and a pencil and they came up with a list of rules.
1. Obey Blaine. He has final say.
2. Be respectful.
3. Curfew is nine-thirty on week days, eleven on weekends.
4. Be honest and own up to mistakes.
5. Submit to discipline and correction gracefully.
6. No back-talking Blaine or other authority figures. (i.e. Parents, professors, law enforcement officers, etc.)
7. Always obey the rules of the road and drive safely.
8. Keep grades up. No slacking off on homework or assignments.
9. Let Blaine know where you are when you go out.
10. Make safe, responsible choices.
"Can you think of anything else?" Blaine asked.
"No, I don't think so." Kurt answered slowly.
"Alright. We can always add more later, and this does cover the basics. Where should we put it? It needs to be somewhere we can see it, but I doubt you want it on the fridge, for instance."
"What if we put it behind that picture of us on the fridge? That way we know it's there and we can see it all the time, but no one else will."
"I think that's a good idea. Well, since these rules are for you and you have much better handwriting than me, I think you should be the one to copy them. Besides, it will help you remember them." Though his voice was light, it was also firm; it let Kurt know he was in charge and was serious about his new-found role.
"Yes, sir."
"Alright. Go to the table and get going on it. I will allow you one cushion to sit on."
Kurt winced and bit his lower lip to try and keep from asking for more than that. His bottom was incredibly sore and one, thin cushion wouldn't be near enough to make sitting even slightly bearable. His will-power and pride weren't strong enough and he was prepared to beg for leniency.
"One word out of you that isn't a "Yes, sir." And you won't get a cushion at all. When my dad whooped my ass, I didn't get a cushion at the dinner table at all, nor was I allowed to leave until either my plate was clean or everyone else was done; so, I think I'm being quite generous. Besides, I want you thinking about how your backside will feel if you follow these rules, versus how it's going to feel if you break them. You follow?"
Kurt gave a tragic sigh. "Yes, sir."
"Then go on and get it done."
Kurt let out another sigh and got up reluctantly with a hurt puppy look on his face. "Yes, sir."
"I'm going to get started on dinner. How does a movie night tonight sound?"
Kurt's mouth lifted in a small smile. "Sounds good. Can I pick the movie?"
"Sure."
Kurt got the picture of the two of them off the fridge. Rachel had taken it without their knowledge their senior year. It was right after their last performance before graduation. Kurt had been exhausted and fell asleep, his back resting against Blaine's chest. Blaine's hand was gently stroking his cheek as he looked down lovingly at his boyfriend in his arms. Blaine's own eyes looked heavy, but also blissful. It seemed so fitting showing Blaine supporting, loving, and caring for Kurt and using it as the forefront to this new step in their relationship.
Now, whenever Kurt would look at the picture, he'd remember the rules, but also, whenever he remembered the rules, he'd also remember the picture and that even when Blaine was painting his backside a painful red, he loved him and was only doing it because he cared about him.
That didn't stop him from gasping and jumping up when his bottom touched the unforgiving seat. His hands flew back and grabbed his butt cheeks. He couldn't resist giving his poor derriere a few, little rubs.
"Kurt." Blaine's voice barked out from behind him. making him start and heat flood his face. "What did I say about rubbing?"
Kurt's hands fell off his backside guiltily and began to worry the hem of his shirt. "I-I didn't… It… I…"
"I saw, Kurt. I realize it wasn't completely on purpose. It's the only reason I'm not telling you to get a wooden spoon right now. Come here."
Kurt's eyes teared up a little. "I'm sorry, Blaine." He whispered.
"I know. Come here."
Kurt dragged himself over miserably. Not even five hours after he got spanked and he's in trouble again.
Blaine put his hands gently on the sides of Kurt's face. "Kurt, I'm not mad, upset, or even really disappointed with you. I can't tell you how many times I got caught rubbing my butt. But I told you not to and I need to follow through with what I say. Now, bend over and grab your ankles."
Kurt forced himself to obey. He felt a little better when Blaine wrapped an arm around his back, tucking him securely under his arm.
"Now, do you put your hands on your backside after a spanking for any reason?"
Kurt shook his head.
"Verbal answers, Kurt. I can't hear your head rattle."
"No, sir. I'm not allowed. I'm sorry."
"Good. Now, I'm just going to help you remember." He eased down Kurt's pajama bottoms and laid down a hard smack with his hand over Kurt's boxer-briefs.
Kurt stomped a foot as Blaine's heavy hand re-lit the burn still smoldering in his butt. "OW!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Blaine spanked hard and fast. Kurt twisted and wiggled, but Blaine's hand wouldn't be deterred.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Once he was done, Kurt's whole bottom was stinging and burning. His eyes were wet and his nose was dripping. He helped Kurt stand upright and pulled him into his arms.
"I love you, baby."
Kurt just sniffled and whined.
"I know it hurts, baby. You're okay." Ridiculing himself for being a big softy, he reached his hand down and gently rubbed Kurt's butt, soothing out some of the sting. "I've got you. You're okay."
He stopped rubbing and gave the bottom a few soft pats. "But now you know what happens when you try to rub away the sting. I'll have to warm it back up."
Kurt whined and tried to move away from the patting hand. It didn't really hurt, but he didn't like the reminder.
Blaine chuckled softly and kissed Kurt's cheek. He took pity on Kurt and moved his hand away. "Now, go on and start writing."
"Yes, sir." Kurt eased himself down as carefully as humanly possible into the chair and began to write.
Blaine went into the kitchen, but returned a few moments later with a glass of milk and two chocolate-chip cookies for his sweet boyfriend.
End of Chapter 2 of Kurt's First Spanking.
Hope you enjoyed. Again, i don't own Glee and no actual people were harmed in the making of this story. Kurt and Blaine were returned in the same condition they were in when i borrowed them. (don't believe me? Go back and watch the show and see for yourself. I am neither promoting or encouraging the act of Domestic Discipline; however consenting adults choose to behave in private is their business, it just makes for interesting writing for me. Until next time; ciao.