Hey everyone,
well, it is Tuesday and I'm still alive! Thank you so much everyone for your reviews, they literally make my day. Being a writer is very lonely most of the time. I very rarely share my stuff and its usually only with a few people. I can't express how happy I become when I glance at my phone and see an email telling me someone reviewed my story. it's like Christmas. And makes me very, very eager to write and give me the inspiration to do just that; so if you want me to keep posting as much as I have been, please keep reviewing. I am a very sporadic writer. I can write like no other one day, then stare at a blank page or screen, banging my head against a wall for weeks, so I make no promises that I will always be posting stuff this frequently. Prompts would also be very helpful. Coming up with naughty things for Kurt to do and what Blaine's response should be isn't easy, so if you have any suggestions please share.
Once again, Kurt and Blaine and all things Glee, are not mine. (Goes to cry in the corner) If spanking is something that bothers you, I'd advise you to move on to something else.
CURFEWS AND CELL PHONES
"UGH! Are you serious?!"
"Dude! You are terrible at this! He practically walked right into you and you still managed to miss him and get killed!" Kurt laughed heartily.
"Oh, shut up. Another round?" Kurt's friend, Andrew asked.
Kurt realized how late it felt and that he had no idea of the time. He looked at his watch and barely contained his groan. He was already forty-five minutes late. Well, if he was already that late, what harm would one more game do?
"One more game, then I have to go, I have assignments due tomorrow and it's already pretty late."
Andrew used his phone to check the time and he was also surprised with how late it was. "Oh, you're right. Okay, one more quick game."
As it usually does, one more game became two more games, and two more games became three. Finally, after two o'clock in the morning, Kurt called it quits. He honestly didn't see the curfew as a big deal. After all, it was more of a suggestion than a rule, right?
He slipped inside the dark house as quietly as humanly possible and went into his and Blaine's room. As soon as he opened the door, the lamp turned on, startling him. Blaine was sitting up in bed looking very displeased. He'd clearly planned the whole stay-up-in-a-dark-room-and-scare-my-boyfriend-by suddenly-turning-on-the-lamp-as-an-intimidation-method. It definitely worked.
"You realize what time it is, Kurt Elizabeth?"
Kurt winced. The middle name in that tone is never a promising sign. Blaine was pissed.
"I'm sorry, Blaine. I got caught up playing video games and lost all track of time."
"You'd think you'd realize that after the fourth time, that line would no longer work." Blaine commented dryly. "I was serious about the curfew, Kurt. You deliberately disobeyed me. I am very disappointed in you."
Kurt looked stunned. He honestly hadn't thought he was disobeying Blaine, or that he'd be disappointed. He tried to think of the words to say to fix it, but Blaine spoke first.
"Now is not the time to talk about this. We are both tired and it is very late. Get ready for bed. You have ten minutes."
"Yes, sir." Kurt answered meekly.
Ten minutes later, Kurt was in bed beside Blaine, laying in the dark.
"Are you mad at me?" Kurt whispered.
Blaine sighed wearily and rolled over to face him. "No, Kurt. I'm not mad. I am disappointed that you didn't take what I said seriously. I am hurt that I have seen no sign that it even occurred to you that I would be worried when I didn't hear from you. I am frustrated that this is the fourth time you've broken your curfew in less than two months."
Kurt's eyes grew moist. "I-I'm sorry, sir. I-I didn't realize… I'm sorry."
"Okay. We will discuss it in the morning. Now, go to sleep."
"Yes, sir."
In the morning, after breakfast, Blaine sat down next to Kurt. "Kurt, tell me what your curfew on the weekends is."
"It's nine-thirty on week days; eleven on weekends, sir."
"And do you know what time you got home last night?"
"Um… not exactly."
"Nearly two thirty. Over three hours late. What's even worse: You didn't call or text to let me know you were okay."
"I'm sorry, sir."
"You are grounded. Three weeks; one for every hour. That means no phone, no computer unless its for school, which you will do at the table under my supervision, no T.V. If you behave, we will watch a few movies together during the weekends. You will not go out with friends. Is this understood?"
Kurt began to sulk. "But how am I supposed to get in touch with you while I'm going to class without my phone?"
"I've already bought a burner phone for just this reason. It has a very limited number of minutes, just enough so you can contact me when necessary. Now, I want you to give me your phone and computer."
Kurt made no move to obey.
"Kurt. Hand over your phone and computer now."
Kurt got up and took a few steps toward the bedroom. He muttered under his breath. "This is bull shit."
Blaine heard. He stood up and grabbed Kurt by the ear, pulling him firmly back over to the table. He bent Kurt over it and began to whack at his butt with his hand.
"You will not pop an attitude, Kurt. You are the one who knowingly disobeyed. You agreed to the rules and what would happen if you broke them. What would be bull shit is if I just let it go without following through. You've earned this, and quite frankly, I think I am being very lenient with you."
Blaine paused and studied Kurt to determine if Kurt was ready to listen or if further punishment was needed. Kurt was as tense as a compressed spring and his face was still angry. Blaine pulled down Kurt's pants and underwear.
"Stay right where you are, Kurt Hummel. Move and I will make you cut a switch." Blaine went into the kitchen and got the wooden spoon. He kept a hand on Kurt's back and began to lay into the bare butt.
Kurt danced around, trying to evade the spoon, but without success. Finally, he gave in. "Okay! OW! I'm sorry! AHH! OUCH! Please!"
Blaine stopped spanking, but kept his hand on Kurt's back. Being forced to lay over the table, Kurt had no choice but to focus on his stinging, exposed bottom on display.
"Are you going to continue with the attitude?"
"No. No, sir." Kurt answered desperately. "I'm sorry, sir."
"I hope so, because I will not hesitate to do this again. Give me your phone and laptop. You have two minutes."
Kurt went to the room and handed them over.
"Thank you. I will give these back after three weeks; unless you complain or give me further attitude."
"I'm sorry, Blaine." Kurt told him, contritely.
Blaine pulled him into a hug. "I know, baby. I forgive you."
GLEE
Eight days later
Kurt woke up at four in the morning. He was very thirsty, so he got up and drank some water. He crawled back into bed but laid awake. Three days ago, he had found where Blaine had stashed his phone. It was in the pantry behind the onions.
I could just go down and check my messages really quick. Kurt kept thinking.
Finally, Kurt gave into temptation and slipped out of bed. He didn't have many messages, only a few pictures from Rachel showing off new outfits, and a group text from his friends wanting to go out for dinner.
Kurt started to put his phone back, but decided that it couldn't hurt to play a game or two.
Only a few minutes later, he heard footsteps behind him. He hurried to put away the phone, but Blaine's voice made him freeze.
"It's four-thirty. What are you doing up?"
Kurt spun around and hid the phone behind his back. "Um… midnight snack?"
"Kurt." Blaine's tone made it clear that he expected the truth.
Kurt sighed. The gig was up. He held out the phone. "I'm sorry, Blaine."
Blaine chewed on the inside of his bottom lip with disappointment. "Hmm. Go to our room, bare your bottom and lay over the bed."
"Blaine!" Kurt whined.
"I know it's early. Don't worry, we'll go back to sleep. You will just be doing it on your stomach with a very red, sore ass."
Kurt whimpered. "Please, Blaine."
"No." Blaine snapped. "You knew how this would play out if you got caught, and you snuck down here like a naughty little boy and did it anyway. So, I don't want to hear you complaining when you are the one causing this. Now, go do as you were told before you make it worse for yourself."
"Yes, sir." Kurt answered with resignation.
A few minutes later, Blaine went up. He went into the closet and pulled out a heavy, thick, black belt before taking his place by Kurt's left hip. He tapped Kurt's butt with the belt.
"Why are you about to get a spanking, Kurt?"
"B-because I t-tried to be s-sneaky and look at my phone, kn-knowing that I am restricted from it."
"That is correct. You acted like a misbehaving five-year-old and have added another week to your grounding."
Kurt opened his mouth to protest.
"And one word about it and I will make it two."
Kurt closed his mouth.
"You are getting forty with the belt. The final ten you will count out loud. After breakfast tomorrow, you will be writing lines."
"Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir."
Blaine began the spanking.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Kurt gripped the bed spread with his fists as the belt stung his backside. The sting melted to a burn which built with each stroke.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Kurt's toes kicked the carpet and he wiggled, trying to cool the fire burning in his butt. He was whimpering and yelping every time the belt met his skin.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Kurt began to cry. At one point, he threw his hand back. Blaine grabbed it and pinned it against his back. "You keep your hands out of the way, Kurt. Next time you do that, I will take a ruler to your hands afterwards."
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"Ten more, Kurt. Count them."
WHACK!
"AH! One, sir."
WHACK!
"OW! Two, sir."
WHACK!
"Th-three sir."
WHACK!
"MUMPH! Four, sir."
WHACK!
"AHH! Five, sir."
WHACK!
"S-six, sir."
WHACK!
"OW-AH! S-seven, sir."
WHACK!
"GAH! Eight, sir."
WHACK!
"OUCH! Nine, sir."
WHACK!
UMPH!" Kurt groaned and sank off the bed, hands reaching toward his bottom, but not touching it. "Ten, sir."
Blaine picked him up and got him on the bed. He tucked them both in and turned off the light. Kurt snuggled into him, crying softly into his chest.
"I'm sorry, Blaine."
"I know." Blaine ran his hand over Kurt's head. "I know you are. It's all over and forgiven, baby."
"That really, really hurt." Kurt moaned. His bottom felt like a sunburn, his skin radiating heat.
"I know. But, so did you going behind my back and disobeying."
"Yeah, but not in the same place." Kurt retorted with a grimace.
"Shush. Go to sleep."
A few minutes later, they both fell into a deep, pleasant sleep.
END CHAPTER
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