Kurt's First Spanking Chapter 6, a glee fanfic

Hi everyone. So this chapter took longer than the others. I was very disappointed when I realized I wasn't going to get to post it last night. Please, Please keep the reviews and the prompts coming. they make me so happy and I love reading them. This chapter is connected to the previous one so I had to write it first, but I plan on using someone's prompt for the next chapter (so now would be a great time to throw out some suggestions. hint, hint.)

WARNINGS: Spanking, and a harsher one than usual this time. But hopefully you all agree that it fit the crime. If this troubles you, please, do yourself a favor and don't read. It only wastes your time that you could spend doing something you enjoy.

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LIVE TO REGRET IT

After class on Wednesday, Kurt bumped into Rachel.

"Hey, Kurt. Did you hear about the party on Saturday?"

"No, I haven't."

"Well, you should come. It's going to be so much fun!"

"Yeah… I'll need to talk to Blaine about it…"

"How come? Does he have plans this weekend?"

"Uh… not exactly…" He hated lying to his best friend but he was afraid of her reaction if he told her the truth.

Luckily, Rachel picked up on his consternation. "How about we grab a coffee and talk?"

"Okay." As they headed out, Kurt took out the ugly, boring phone that looked like it came from the 90s and texted Blaine. Going out for coffee with Rachel. Is that okay?

Three minutes later: Considering you've been good the past two weeks; I will allow it. but I expect you back in 1 ½ hours. No later. Understood?

Yes, sir.

At their favorite coffee shop, Kurt and Rachel found a quiet corner and he reluctantly told her about this new dynamic to his and Blaine's relationship.

Rachel listened quietly until he finished. "This is definitely a lot to process."

"I know."

"I just have one question."

"Only one?"

"Well, only one that really matters. Is this truly what you want?"

"Yeah. I mean, I don't like it. Being grounded sucks and being spanked hurts like hell, but honestly, it's like I just found out that this whole time, my world has been upside-down and someone finally flipped it right-side-up. And I know that if I told Blaine that I honestly didn't want or need this anymore and wanted to go back to how it used to be, he would. But deep down, I don't want it to."

"Okay." She smiled lovingly at her best friend. "That's all that matters."

Kurt smiled back at her, feeling more than a little relieved. "So, what about this party?"

"Blaine grounded you. I thought you said you couldn't go. Besides, you aren't twenty-one yet, how will he feel about that?"

"Oh, I'm sure I can change his mind. And as long as I don't get wasted, Blaine doesn't care too much about me having a drink or two. I've been on my best behavior. It shouldn't be too hard to convince him to lift it for one night."

"And if you can't?" Rachel asked skeptically.

"Don't worry so much."

GLEE

After dinner that night

"No." Blaine answered firmly.

"Blaine! You aren't being fair. It's one night. I've been really good; I think I've earned a small reprieve."

"That's not how this works." Blaine was doing his best to hide his exasperation. "I might be willing to consider it if I hadn't had to extend your grounding. When you get in trouble during a grounding, you lose the chance for early parole. Besides, you gave me an attitude on Saturday when you weren't allowed to watch a movie because you didn't finish your homework, and you mouthed off yesterday over doing the dishes. I wouldn't call that being on your best behavior."

Kurt began to pout. He hated being grounded. He was so bored and he was beginning to get cabin-fever. "It's not fair. You are just being mean."

Blaine rolled his eyes at Kurt's dramatics. "I'm sorry you feel that way. Nevertheless, my answer is final. Now, you have a choice, you can change your attitude and we can play a board game or something before bed, or you can continue sulking in our room and go to bed early."

There was no enjoyment in moping if he didn't have an audience; besides, Kurt thought up a plan B. After all, what Blaine didn't know couldn't hurt.

GLEE

"Blaine said you could come?" Rachel asked, surprised.

"Yeah. I told you, I've been good lately. Blaine already has plans to visit his parents. Cooper and his wife and kid are coming to visit, so Blaine couldn't change his plans. But he said that as long as you were there too, it was fine for me to go."

Rachel heard a small, warning bell in her head, but ignored it. Kurt wouldn't lie to her.

"Okay. Well, the party starts at ten o'clock, at Liam Cheswick's place. You know where it is?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. I'll see you there on Saturday then."

GLEE

Saturday night finally came and Kurt put his plan into action. Blaine put on a movie and Kurt made popcorn and some tea. He picked the tea the was notorious for knocking Blaine out. One cup, and Blaine would be walking to bed half-asleep, unaware of everything.

Sure enough, before the movie was half-way over, Kurt coaxed a drowsy Blaine to bed. Truthfully, he felt bad about essentially drugging his boyfriend and deceiving him, but he was still pissed at him for forbidding him to go to the party, that he justified his actions.

GLEE

The sound of a phone ringing pulled Blaine abruptly from sleep. He grabbed his phone blindly, squinting at the name of the caller.

"Rachel?" His voice was rough with sleep.

"Blaine? I'm sorry I woke you."

"What time is it?" He glanced around at his dark surroundings and noticed the other half of the bed was empty. "Where's Kurt?"

"That's why I'm calling you. We are at Liam's party."

"What?" Blaine sat up, suddenly fully awake.

"H-he told me that it was okay. That you temporarily lifted his grounding. Now he's drunk and throwing up. I'm more than a little buzzed, so I can't drive him home."

Blaine got up out of bed and quickly threw on some clothes. "I'm on my way. I'll be there in less than thirty minutes. Keep an eye on him until I get there."

"I will."

Blaine arrived in just over twenty minutes. Kurt was passed out on the floor. With Rachel's help, Blaine got him up and into the car.

"How much trouble is Kurt in?" Rachel asked nervously.

Blaine was taken back by her question. "So, I take it Kurt told you about the changes in our relationship."

Rachel nodded. "Y-you aren't going to be too hard on him, right?"

Blaine sighed. He really hadn't given it much thought, being too concerned for his boyfriend's safety. "Just hard enough so he knows just how unacceptable his behavior was. I don't expect him to be sitting easily during classes next week."

Rachel was quiet for a few minutes. "I suppose I'd feel sorrier for him if he hadn't lied to me. Not to mention getting really drunk and…"

"And what?"

Rachel grimaced. "Someone brought some weed and they were smoking it. Kurt was already pretty wasted; I don't think he would have tried it if he was sober."

Blaine squeezed the steering wheel tightly. Must not kill the boyfriend. Must not kill the boyfriend. He chanted dryly to himself. He would have said it out loud, but something told him Rachel wouldn't appreciate his unusual sense of humor; especially considering she'd just learned about the extent of their unconventional relationship. One thing was sure: Kurt would live and remember painfully to regret these choices.

They got to Blaine and Kurt's place. Blaine quickly put his inebriated boyfriend to bed before setting up the air mattress for Rachel and making sure she drank a glass of water.

"Thanks, Blaine." She whispered wearily, already curled up and her eyes drifting shut.

"Don't mention it. Get some sleep. Aspirin is on the counter. I have a feeling you are going to have a decent headache when you wake up."

Rachel sighed and nodded, chagrined.

"Sleep well."

"You too."

Blaine did until six in the morning when Kurt started puking again. He had managed to make it to the toilet. Blaine went over and began to rub his back.

When Kurt's stomach finally settled, he looked over at Blaine, clearly very hungover.

"B-Blaine?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"H-how did I get here?"

"Rachel called me. Neither one of you could drive so I came and got you."

Kurt winced and moaned. "I'm sorry, Blaine."

Blaine chewed on his bottom lip. "We'll discuss it when you are no longer hung-over. But rest assured; we will be having a very long, serious discussion about your actions."

"Yes, sir."

Blaine helped him up and got him some mouthwash to rinse his mouth before getting him back in bed. He got him to drink some water to wash down some aspirin. After a few minutes, Kurt was asleep again.

Blaine got up a little after eight. He made breakfast for himself and Rachel. Afterwards, Rachel called her roommate, Santana, for a ride home. Santana showed up, and after scolding Rachel briefly, took her home.

GLEE

It soon became clear that Kurt wasn't going to be hangover-free that day. So, Blaine had him spend the day sitting at the kitchen table to write first a thousand-word essay on the dangers of drinking to access and taking other substances, (Whether legal or not.) then writing I will not ever sneak out and deliberately disobey Blaine. 500 times.

Kurt was quiet. His heavy, pounding head resting on his hand. His stomach churned mostly with dread over what further punishment Blaine was planning on dishing out. Kurt knew that no matter what, his butt was not getting out of this unscathed and that he should enjoy his ability to sit while he could.

Once he finished writing, which was at seven o'clock at night, Blaine immediately sent him to the corner.

"Kurt," Blaine spoke after ten minutes. "Take three steps back and stick your bottom out."

Kurt's stomach twisted with anxiety but obeyed. Blaine deftly ripped down Kurt's pants and underwear and let them crumple around his ankles. He tapped the pale skin with the naughty stick. (A spanking tool that resembles a long ruler but is thick like a paddle.) The awaiting bottom flinched and goosebumps formed.

"What's this spanking for?" Blaine asked. His voice hard and almost cold. He was in full disciplinarian mode, which meant no mercy for Kurt's poor butt.

"F-for sneaking out and drinking and smoking weed, sir."

"Count these."

CRACK!

"One, sir."

CRACK!

"Two, sir."

CRACK!

"AH! Three, sir."

CRACK!

"F-four, sir."

CRACK!

"Ow. Five, sir."

CRACK!

"AH! S-six, sir."

CRACK!

Kurt hissed through his teeth and his foot stomped slightly. "Seven, sir."

"Keep still." Blaine ordered sternly.

CRACK!

"OW! Eight, sir." His whole bottom stung intensely now.

CRACK!

That one landed across the middle of his thighs.

"AH! OW-WAH! N-nine, sir."

CRACK!

That one landed just below the previous one.

"AHH! OW! OW! GAWD! Ten, sir!"

"Back into the corner. Hands on your head."

Kurt moved back into the corner, his now stinging, burning, bright pink butt on display.

Five minutes later, Blaine returned. "Step back, just like before."

Kurt whimpered but forced himself to comply.

"Why are you getting your ass blistered, Kurt?"

"B-because I disobeyed you a-and snuck out. I got drunk and smoked weed."

"And why were those bad choices?"

"B-because it isn't safe to drink irresponsibly and I'm under-age so I could have been arrested."

"You don't have to count these, but after every five, I want you to tell me what exactly could have happened due to your actions. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

CRACK!

Blaine snapped the naughty stick down hard and fast. Kurt's knees buckled and the intense sting took his breath away as his slowly cooling skin was reheated.

Blaine gave him a moment to recover before prompting him. "Kurt?"

"I…" It was so hard to think over the pain. "I could have gotten alcohol poisoning which can be fatal."

CRACK!

Kurt clenched his teeth and groaned loudly. "I… GAWD! I could have tried to drive myself home."

"And how could that turn out?"

"I could h-have been a-arrested."

"Or?"

"Or gotten in an accident." Kurt's eyes started to form tears.

"You could have killed yourself or someone else." Blaine concluded for him. "Rachel told me last night that she had to basically fight you for your keys at one point as you tried to leave. Do you remember this?"

Kurt shook his head. There was a lot about the night before that he didn't remember.

"It makes me actually sick to think about what could have happened if Rachel hadn't been there and been sober enough to stop you."

"I'm sorry." Kurt whispered and began to cry harshly into his arms.

"Okay. Last five, you don't have to give a reason after, but I want you to think about what the choice you made could have cost us."

Kurt was sobbing too violently to coherently answer.

CRACK!

"Step back into the corner, Kurt." Blaine's tone gentled.

Kurt obeyed, his legs trembling. He whimpered miserably, wanting comfort desperately. Blaine took pity on him.

"Five more minutes, Kurt, then we'll be done and go to bed."

Kurt nodded, but his weeping didn't abate.

Those five minutes were the longest and most painful for both of them. Once it was up, Blaine hurried to Kurt and pulled him into his arms.

"I love you, baby. It would kill me if anything would happen to you. You understand that?" Blaine told him quietly around the choking lump in his throat.

Kurt nodded earnestly. "I'm s-sorry, Blaine!"

"I know, I know. I forgive you, sweetheart." Without pulling away from Kurt, he gently led him toward their bedroom. Once there, he used tissues to gently dry Kurt's face and helped him into his pajamas and coaxed him to drink some water.

He helped Kurt ease into bed onto his stomach and gently rubbed arnica cream onto into the inflamed skin to ease the pain and prevent bruising. Finally, he held Kurt, whispering reassurances to him, until Kurt fell asleep.

END CHAPTER

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