Belated St Patrick's day everybody.
Thanks so much for the feedback. I do take everything you say into consideration and do at least attempt to write the prompts I receive. Please keep the comments coming. They really do make me happy and with everything going on right now, every little bit helps. Writing can be very lonely. My family is very vanilla, as they say. They wouldn't understand or approve of what I write, and I don't have any friends who would either, which it makes it even lonelier.
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If spanking isn't your thing, i suggest not reading. life's too short to spend it doing things you know you won't enjoy or get any benefit from.
Hope you enjoy.
TOUGH LOVE
Kurt winced. Great. Just great. This could not get any worse. It would have been bad enough if he'd been pulled over by just any cop and gotten the tickets. At least then, he'd have a slight chance of keeping it from Blaine. But he had to get caught by Officer Graves.
Only the cop who Blaine knew growing up. The one who used domestic discipline on his wife. The one who Blaine talked to for advice and confided about their relationship with. Not only did Kurt have to be pulled over by him. He had to be caught texting, as well as speeding, and just had to get mouthy with him.
Officer Graves had recognized his name right away. When Kurt started shooting at the mouth, he revealed who he was and insisted on giving Kurt a ride back to his place, claiming to no longer trust him to drive responsibly. He walked Kurt to the door like a naughty boy and rang the doorbell.
Blaine answered the door, looking surprised, then disappointed. "Kurt, what did you do?"
Kurt stared at the ground, shamefacedly, and didn't answer.
"Come on in, Pete." Blaine welcomed him in.
"Thank you, Blaine. I can only stay a minute."
They go into the living room and Officer Graves wasted no time informing Blaine of his misbehavior.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself, Kurt?"
Kurt shook his head miserably.
"Get yourself in the corner."
"B-Blaine…" Kurt stammered, his face turning a very dark shade of red.
Blaine's patience was spent. He grabbed Kurt by the arm, whacking his backside with his hand.
"You were speeding" WHACK! "and texting." WHACK! "You could have gotten in an accident. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"OW! Blaine! No more! Stop!" Kurt interrupted, dancing around, trying to dodge Blaine's hard, furious hand.
"Don't tell me to stop!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "You were disrespectful to a cop." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "I am so disappointed in your behavior." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Get." WHACK! "In." WHACK! "The." WHACK! "Corner." WHACK! "Now!" WHACK!
Sniffling, Kurt hurried into the corner, feeling humiliated.
"Kurt will apologize to you for his behavior. You and Patti are still coming Friday?"
"Of course. Patti is excited to meet Kurt."
Kurt turned around in shock. "They are coming to visit?"
"I was going to tell you when you got home. Now, back in the corner. Not another sound." Blaine ordered sternly.
"Not answering me is disrespectful." Blaine reminded him, frustration creeping into his voice.
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." Kurt's voice didn't sound very sincere, or contrite, but it was good enough for now. Blaine could tell that Kurt was not happy with being punished in front of Officer Graves.
"We'll see you Friday." Officer Graves and Blaine said brief goodbyes as Blaine saw him out.
Blaine left the room to get the spanking implements and a dining room chair. He already began steeling his heart for what he needed to do. Kurt had committed three very serious offenses. None of which could be excused or be brushed off with "a slap on the wrist." He lines up the chosen implements on the coffee table before sitting down in the armless wooden chair. He decided twenty minutes of corner time would suffice. When the twenty minutes ended, Blaine called Kurt out of the corner.
Kurt stares at the row of implements awaiting him with obvious dread.
"I don't think it's necessary to inform you that your butt is in for one serious spanking."
"N-no, sir."
"You put your safety and the safety of others at risk with your reckless driving. Not only by speeding, but by texting. That's two offenses. But to top it all off, you argued and insulted a cop. Of the people you are, under no circumstances, to ever disrespect; police officers are at the top of the list."
"I'm sorry." Kurt whispered, fidgeting nervously.
"I don't want sorry." Blaine ground out. "You put yourself in danger. Sorry does not fix that. Pants. Underwear. Off. Now."
"P-please, Blaine." Kurt pleaded. "I-I won't do it again."
"Oh, I'm going to make sure you won't. Now, bare that bottom or I won't use my hand for the warm up and go right for the spoon."
Kurt whimpered as he stripped off his shoes, socks, jeans, then finally his boxer-briefs.
Blaine tugged Kurt down over his lap, making sure the small bottom was directly over his thighs. Kurt had no choice but to hold himself up with his arms. Blaine wrapped his non-spanking arm around Kurt's waist, pinning him in place. Without preamble, he began the spanking. He gave Kurt about thirty smacks with his hand before switching to the spoon. Once he was done, Kurt's bottom was a nice shade of pink and warmed up enough to endure what it had coming to it.
"Stand up."
Kurt slowly eased himself back upright. The blood pooling in his head made him slightly dizzy.
"Take off your cardigan and shirt. You may keep your undershirt on."
"W-why?"
"Because I said to. Do you want to lose the tank-top as well?"
"N-no, sir."
"Then do as you're told."
"Y-yes, sir." Kurt unbuttoned his light grey sweater and removed it and the white shirt he had under it. He looked and felt small and vulnerable, in nothing but a thin tank-top that did precious little to cover him.
Blaine stood up while Kurt stripped and walked over to the edge of the couch, picking up the belt that was resting almost benign on the table.
"Bend over the arm."
"Please, Blaine." Kurt whined. "I learned my lesson. I won't do it again."
"Get yourself over the arm, now, Kurt."
"Just ground me or something." Kurt's voice was higher than usual, even for him, and strained. "Please, Blaine."
"Which of us is in charge, Kurt?"
"Y-you are, sir."
"So, who has final say in how you are punished?"
"Y-you do, s-sir."
"Then obey me before I tack on a grounding along with what I have planned."
"Yes, sir." Kurt miserably got himself into position; his pelvis over the chair arm, holding his ass up high. Blaine tapped the belt against the underside of Kurt's bottom, taking aim.
"You stay in position and your hands out of the way."
"Yes, sir." Kurt's voice was muffled in the couch cushion.
Blaine laid the belt down hard. After only ten, Kurt began wiggling.
"Keep still."
"OW! It hurts! OW! OW! Stop! No more! GAH-UGH! Please! I'm sorry! Stop!"
But Blaine didn't stop until Kurt's poor bottom was almost red and striped with welts.
"Back into the corner." Blaine commanded.
Kurt stood up, his face flushed and sweaty from yelling. He put on his most pathetic face, hoping to get Blaine's sympathy. His bottom burned with an uncomfortable heat.
"Put that face away and put it in the corner. I would suggest that you stop testing my patience. You aren't doing yourself any favors; only prolonging this." Blaine's voice was calm and ridged.
Seeing that Blaine would not be swayed, Kurt's expression changed to that of a pout, but he made his way into the corner.
"I hope you spend the time thinking long and hard about why your nose is touching paint with your bare bottom is red and striped like a zebra, and exposed for anyone to see."
The bare, red, striped bottom clenched at the reminder. "Yes, sir."
The clock ticks out another twenty minutes.
"Kurt, go back over the couch arm."
"Bl-aine." Kurt whined, tears filling his eyes. "Please… N-no more. I promise, I w-won't do it again."
Blaine didn't so much as twitch. He just stood there, waiting patiently.
"Please, Blaine. I'm really, really sorry." Kurt tried again.
Still, Blaine would not be moved.
Kurt sulked, hurt that Blaine didn't seem phased by his pleas for leniency. With stiff, heavy feet, he forced himself back to the couch and put his bottom back into the line of fire.
Blaine picked up the wooden paddle. "I'm giving you eighteen with this. After every six, you are going to tell me exactly why you deserve every bit of this."
SMACK! "OW!" SMACK! SMACK! "Blaine… OW!" SMACK! "Hurts!" SMACK! SMACK! "OW! Please!"
"Why do you deserve this?"
Kurt drew air sharply through his nose a few times. "I was going t-twenty miles over the speed limit. I-it was dangerous."
"Yes. The speed limit is posted what it is for a reason. One of our rules is to obey the rules of the road. One you broke atrociously and not just once." He tapped the paddle against the red skin, letting him know it was time to start the next set.
SMACK! SMACK! "OW-AH!" Kurt howled. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "AHH!" SMACK!
"I-I was texting!" Kurt yelled out, his composure starting to break. "Texting and driving. I'm sorry!"
Blaine could see he was finally getting through to Kurt. No need to drag it out further.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Kurt howled through the next set. His hand flew back. Blaine caught it and pinned it back. Kurt's stoicism broke. He began to cry. Blaine waited until Kurt had regained enough of his composure.
"I-I w-was-s dis-disrespectful t-to O-Officer Gr-Graves. I-It was wr-wrong. I-I'm s-sorr-ry!"
"Okay." Blaine put down the paddle, then held Kurt's hand with one hand and rubbed his back with the other.
"Are we done now, Blaine?"
"Nearly. I want you to go back into the corner now."
This time, Kurt obeyed without whining or protest.
After ten minutes, Blaine got him out of the corner. "I'm going to give you a choice, Kurt. You can either give me your phone and car keys for a week, or you can go over my knee for a hand spanking."
Kurt winced slightly. His poor bottom was throbbing and felt swollen. But the idea of Blaine having to drive him everywhere, that independence gone, even for just a week…
"I'll take the spanking, sir."
Blaine nodded. "I was hoping you wouldn't, but I can't say I'm surprised. Go lie on the bed and wait for me."
A few minutes later, Blaine joined Kurt in the bedroom. He came in with a bottled water and arnica cream. He had Kurt drink some water before putting both on the nightstand. Blaine sat in the middle of the bed, his back resting against the headboard. "Alright, over my lap."
Kurt draped himself over Blaine's lap. He immediately put his hand on the small of his back, asking Blaine to hold it; which he did without hesitation. "I've got you, baby." Blaine assured him, rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb. "We are almost done. I hope you know I do this only because I love you."
"I know. I love you too."
Blaine didn't spank very hard at all. just stinging slaps to the middle of Kurt's thighs.
"I care about your safety, baby."
"I know, sir."
"You know how much it worries me when I realize you've done something that could have gotten you hurt or… or killed?" Blaine forced himself to finish.
Kurt's eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry, sir."
"I know, baby. But I need you to stop and think so you don't need to be sorry. And if it means I have to blister your bottom a few times for you to start doing that, then so be it."
"Yes, sir." He winced and his legs twitched as Blaine's hand landed on a spot that was becoming tender. "I won't text and drive again, and I'll do my best not to speed. I promise, sir."
"I'm glad to hear it, baby."
"And I'll try to be more respectful, sir."
Blaine rubbed his hand over the slightly pink thighs, easing away the sting. "Hand me the arnica cream, sweetheart."
With gentle fingers, Blaine rubbed the cream into the bruising skin. It would be a few days before sitting would be painless for Kurt. Once the cream was thoroughly rubbed in, Blaine eased Kurt up into his arms. He held him even after he fell asleep.
END CHAPTER
I hope you enjoyed. I had a request to make Kurt more vocal during a spanking. While thinking up this chapter, I considered past chapters and realized that... well... I'm a bit of a softy. Once I picture Kurt in any real pain, I end it pretty quickly. So I made it a bit of a challenge for myself. I planned out the punishment and held myself to it as closely as possible. It wasn't an easy chapter to write. Please let me know what you think. I love hearing from all of you.
Until next time, Ciao