Hello again. Apparently sharing stories on here is addicting. I'm enjoying sharing what I have written so far. Please, please with cherries on top post reviews, I am desperate to hear what you think. (Just please be gentle and at least a little nice.) I've decided that to continue Kurt's First Spanking for a few more chapters at least. If you have prompts or ideas of what kinds of trouble Kurt can get into or things you'd like to read, please let me know. Just so you know, I won't write detailed intimate scenes between characters (aka: sex scenes or things of that nature.) Spanking is about as M rated as I'm willing to go.
If you haven't gotten the memo yet, this story contains spanking between two, fictional, consenting characters. If you don't approve, I politely suggest you find something else to read, as you will not change my mind about what I choose to publish. You have a choice to read and respond at your pleasure, and I likewise, have the freedom of speech and get to write what I wish. You don't have to like it, but I ask that you respect that basic human right.
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FAILED TEST + LIE = VERY SORE BOTTOM
Kurt stared at his exam with a tight grimace and the knot in his stomach grew. He knew he hadn't done well, but not that badly. A large, bright 69 glared up at him. A D. Blaine would not be pleased. At all. Anything below a B was unacceptable in his eyes unless there was a strong reason. And fairly so; they both knew that if Kurt buckled down and focused he could maintain a B average easily.
Cs meant a restriction of privileges and a stern warning/lecture. Ds led to a spanking and restriction wasn't off the table, while Fs were the grand trifecta: A long spanking before and after a scalding lecture, followed by a long, tedious grounding doing practically nothing but studying.
Kurt had gone a few months without a serious spanking. Blaine had only needed to remind him to behave with a few smacks and perhaps some corner-time. Kurt was enjoying sitting comfortably and not having a burning backside; he wasn't ready for that to change.
The sound of the front door opening and closing startled Kurt.
"Kurt?" Blaine called from the entrance way.
Kurt hurriedly grabbed a stack of papers and a notebook and dropped them over his test, hiding it from view, before hurrying out to greet his boyfriend.
"Hi, Blaine. How was work?" Kurt subtly dried his clammy palms on his pants and smothered down his anxiety and guilt.
Blaine gave Kurt a peck on the mouth and poured himself a glass of orange juice. "It was alright; just busy. How was class?"
Uh oh.
Kurt knew right then he should confess about the test, but reasoned there wasn't any harm in waiting a bit; just until after dinner. It was his turn to cook and he'd already had one of Blaine's favorite meals in the oven. It might be better to wait until Blaine was relaxed and in a good mood. After all, what was the harm? Blaine was clearly tired and hungry, He deserved to unwind first. And it might prove better for Kurt's behind.
"It was okay." Kurt did his best to hide his nervousness. He had never been a good liar. His throat felt dry and his forehead prickled as sweat started to break out.
Blaine suspected something was off, noticing that Kurt was having a hard time meeting his eyes and his voice was just a little strained; but before he could press for details, the stove timer went off and Kurt hurried to remove the dish. The mouth-watering aroma of shepherd's pie poured out of the oven and made Blaine's stomach rumble deeply. He hurried to grab plates for himself and Kurt so they could serve up.
After the delicious meal, they sat together with a few movies before bed, the test and Blaine's suspicions forgotten.
GLEE
The next day, Friday, Kurt didn't have class. Blaine got ready for work while he slept. He remembered he had promised Kurt he'd mail a letter he'd written to Rachel and had left on the desk. As he ruffled through the papers that cluttered the work-space, a stack of paper stapled together fell and drifted down. He picked it up and turned it over. It was impossible to not see the bright red numbers written rather largely in the right corner. A 69. Kurt's name and Tuesday's date written on it.
As realization as to what Kurt had clearly done fell on Blaine, he felt a wave of frustration and disappointment. He had lost track of how many times he had reminded Kurt over a week ago to study for this test. It was Kurt's most challenging class and this was a rather important test, but Kurt had assured him that he was on it. Not only had he got a completely unacceptable grade, but he also clearly tried to conceal it from him. Blaine found the letter and straightened up the desk, grabbing a blank sheet of paper. He scrawled a quick note onto it and taped it to the test, leaving it on the counter for Kurt to find, before leaving for work.
Kurt woke up an hour later and got up. After showering and dressing, he headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. He took out the eggs and a frying pan before he noticed the paper on the counter. His name written on the top.
Kurt,
I discovered this on the desk. We will discuss it when I get home. Forget the chores you planned to do today; instead, I want you to look up in your text book all the correct answers and write each one five times and write the ones you got right three times. This includes all the essay questions in your own words, including the extra credit ones. Once you finish, which I expect you to no later than 4:30, you are to stand in the corner until I come home and give you permission to leave. (I want you to text me when you are done with the burner phone I left for you, since I confiscated your phone. Other than that you are not to touch the phone for any reason, excluding an actual life or death emergency.)
I love you, though I am very disappointed in your behavior. I will see you when I come home.
Blaine
Kurt's stomach churned. This was bad. This was very bad. His bottom was already aching, as if it knew already the fate that awaited it. His appetite fled, but he knew Blaine would only be upset further if he didn't eat, so he made the eggs anyway and choked it down. With a heavy heart, he went to his room to complete his assignment. His hand was certainly going to be sore and cramped by the time he finished. Blaine would expect it written in his best handwriting and as neatly as humanly possible. Even though he had almost eight hours to complete it, it was going to take about that long to complete it.
He worked straight through the day, only stopping to make himself a sandwich for lunch and for bathroom or water breaks. He completed it at 3:54. He picked up the burner phone and began texting the message.
I finished, Blaine. I'm sorry.
He had to stop himself from writing more, wanting desperately to explain his actions. But he knew Blaine would only see it as excuses and it would not help the situation. Though he knew if he was honest with himself, he didn't have a good reason for his behavior. Blaine had told him more than enough times to own up to things right away and not put it off. Besides, he had clearly tried to hide the test. There was no reason or excuse that could override that. Nope. There was no way out of this except to face the music and never repeat this again.
Good. Now, get your tail in the corner. I'll be home soon.
Kurt quickly obeyed, touching the tip of his nose to the paint. He hated standing in the corner. Not only was it ridiculously boring, but all he could think about was what awaited him and playing the should'a, would'a, could'a game with every mistake he'd made. His legs soon itched from the lack of movement.
Blaine came home at around 5:45. He'd picked up dinner on the way home, knowing that Kurt would have been to anxious all day to eat much, then went into the room to check on his boyfriend. He was pleased, but not surprised, to see him standing obediently where he should. He went over to the desk and was pleased to see the notebook pages containing Kurt's neat handwriting. He spent a few minutes looking it over, making sure Kurt had followed his instructions. He didn't do this because he doubted Kurt, but to hold him accountable.
"Kurt, come here please." He said once he finished and sat on the bed.
Kurt slowly left the corner, looking very remorseful. He knew how much Kurt hated the corner, but no one could argue its effectiveness. He took Kurt's hand and guided him to sit beside him. He had had all day to calm down and to plan out the proper response.
"I want you to tell me the truth." He began. "The many times I reminded you to study, did you at all?"
Kurt twisted his fingers together. "Not really." He admitted. "I understood everything in class and took notes, I didn't think I needed to."
"I see."
"But I should have studied anyway." Kurt said quietly, hanging his head.
"Yes, you should have, but this really isn't the part that bothers me. Do you know what is, Kurt?"
"I hide it from you and put off telling you right away." Kurt brought his eyes up desperately. "I-I didn't mean to hide it permanently. I meant to just wait until after dinner, but I forgot."
"Okay. But you still hid it. I remember asking you how your day went. You looked me in the eye and told me it went okay. I can understand wanting to wait, but you could have done that without lying. You could have said that you had to talk to me about something but wanted to wait until after dinner. That would have been fine. Even if you told yourself that you would tell me at some point, I think, deep down, you weren't really intending to tell me; that you would have just kept putting it off indefinitely. What do you think?"
Kurt grimaced. "Yeah, maybe."
"So why exactly are you in trouble?"
"I didn't study even though I knew I should have and I lied and hid the truth from you."
Blaine nodded. "So I doubt you are surprised when I tell you that you have quite the spanking waiting you."
"No, sir." Kurt murmured.
"Okay. I want you to go get that new paddle we ordered."
Kurt's heart sped up and sank at the same time. He had only seen and touched the paddle once the day it arrived. It was thick and heavy; much heavier than his hairbrush. It had a large role in his good behavior the past weeks, not wanting to be introduced to it ever. He went to the dresser and pulled it out of the drawer that was now used to contain spanking implements. His stomach clenched and his knees felt weak. It felt even heavier now. "Blaine, please, don't use this." He whimpered, his eyes flooding with tears.
Truthfully, Blaine's willpower nearly crumpled right there. "Come here." He held his arms open.
Kurt hurried into those inviting arms, burrowing his face into Blaine's firm chest. Blaine stroked his head and murmured to him soothingly.
"It's going to be okay." He reassured him. "I've got you."
"It's going to hurt." Kurt mewled pathetically, tears leaking and making damp spots on Blaine's shirt.
"Yeah, but you remember what we agreed, baby?"
Kurt nodded and clung to Blaine tighter.
"Do you trust me?"
Kurt looked up at Blaine. "Yes, you know I do."
"Then am I going to go too far or actually hurt you?"
"No, Blaine."
"Yes, this is going to hurt more than the brush or the wooden spoon, but I promise you'll be okay and we will start over with a clean slate."
Kurt sniffed and took a deep breath. "Okay."
He slowly pulled himself away and wiped at his eyes. "I'm ready for my spanking, sir."
Blaine smiled at him. "Okay. Pants off, baby."
Kurt eased them off and let Blaine guide him gently over his knee. He laid down on the bed and tucked his arms under him. He focused on taking slow, steady breaths and on Blaine's warm hand rubbing his back.
"I love you, baby."
"I love you too."
Blaine quickly eased Kurt's underwear down and off his legs and wrapped his arm securely around Kurt's waist. Blaine started with his hand, laying down heavy smacks that made the fair skin of Kurt's butt pink up. Kurt laid still and quiet as the sting built. Though embarrassed about being bare-assed up on Blaine's knee for a spanking and dreading the impending paddle, he felt safe. Blaine had him and though it hurt, he was taking care of him.
Once every inch of Kurt's butt down to the tops of his thighs was a nice, bright pink, Blaine picked up the paddle and laid down ten, steady smacks. Kurt cried out and his legs kicked after the first one. He wailed into the blanket through the other nine. Blaine paused and sighed. "Kurt?"
"Y-yes, s-sir?"
"If you had been honest with me, Kurt, this is where it would have ended." He told him sadly. He didn't say it to be cruel, but to further instill why lying only makes it worse.
Kurt's face crumpled and he sobbed. Those ten smacks with the paddle had hurt so much. The hairbrush mostly just stung the surface. The paddle went deeper. Blaine held him tighter and continued the spanking with a very heavy heart.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Blaine paused again. Normally, this is where he'd give a short scolding about why Kurt was in this position, but it was clear that Kurt was receiving the lesson loud and clear. His legs kicked and wiggled a bit and he was sobbing without restraint. His poor bottom was now scarlet and Blaine only had to hover his hand over it to feel the heat radiating off. It was time to finish this. Blaine turned the paddle's attention to Kurt's sit spots and tops of his thighs.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Blaine discarded the paddle behind him, wanting the strongly disliked object out of his hand as fast as possible. He gently rubbed the very red bottom and tried to comfort his distraught boyfriend.
"I'm going to rub on some lotion now, okay?" He asked Kurt gently once he had started to catch his breath. Kurt nodded, eager for any kind of relief. His bottom felt like it was sizzling and there was a deep throb. When Blaine finished gently massaging in the lotion, Kurt quickly sat up enough so Blaine could maneuver him into his arms. Blaine scooted further onto the bed and eased them down. Neither of them spoke for several moments. It wasn't until Kurt's sobs ceased and the only sign he was still crying was the steady flow of saline leaving his eyes and soaking his face and Blaine's shirt that Blaine broke the silence.
"Are you okay, baby?"
"I hate that paddle." Kurt announced firmly and slightly melodramatically. "Don't use it again."
Blaine smiled slightly. "Behave yourself and I won't have to."
Kurt sighed discontentedly. "Fine." He grumbled.
"I brought dinner. Your favorite mac-and-cheese. Want me to heat it up and bring it in here?"
"In a minute. I wanna stay like this a little longer." Kurt snuggled even closer into him.
Blaine hugged him a little tighter. "Sounds okay with me."
End Chapter
Alright. Let me know what you think please. I get really excited when I see reviews and the more excited I am the more I will write.
I am dusting Kurt and Blaine off and putting them back. They look just the same as before, so no need to get offended and mad at me. until next time, Ciao