Hi, everybody.
Thanks so much for the reviews on the last chapter. It was so encouraging. I'm in desperate need of more ideas for trouble Kurt can get into. So if you have suggestions or ideas, please, please share them! I want to keep this going for as long as I can without killing it. Hopefully I succeed.
I hope you all enjoy this latest chapter. If you have a free minute, please share with me what you liked, what you'd like to see again, maybe something you didn't like so much. I can't express strongly enough how much I love hearing from you all.
Warnings: Spanking. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but I'm not restraining you to a chair and forcing you to read it. If you think this will upset you and ruin your day, please turn back now for your own sake. Don't ruin your weekend.
Love you all, please enjoy.
HOME FOR THE WEEKEND
Kurt and Blaine drove to the Hummels' to spend the weekend. The beginning of the visit was uneventful, but during Saturday afternoon, Kurt started to get mouthy with Burt. It escalated until Kurt went way over the line and Blaine had to step in. He took Kurt by the arm, giving him a quick, but stern, look.
"Kurt and I are going to go for a drive and talk things out. We'll be back in about two hours or so."
Something in Blaine's tone surprised Burt. He didn't have a clue what this drive would really entail, but it was impossible to miss Blaine's authoritative stance and how Kurt grimaced but submitted to it on at least a small level. Blaine led Kurt firmly into the car and drove off.
With the radio off, the tension in the car was thick. Once they were out of city limits, Blaine found a small, private spot along the side of the road.
"Lay on your stomach across the back seat and bare your bottom." Blaine ordered.
"No, thank you." Kurt responded with a petulant attitude.
"It wasn't a request. You either do it, or I take you out of the car and spank you where anyone driving by can see."
Kurt's face turned a brilliant, dark red. Reluctantly, he got out and got himself in the back. It wasn't easy in the cramped space, but he managed to get his tight pants and underwear down. Blaine had come prepared. Out of the bag he'd packed for just such occasions on this trip, he pulled out the dreaded paddle. Angling himself in the small car, he found a decent position to administer the spanking.
"Your dad does not deserve to be talked to like that. You won the lottery when it comes to dads. You shouldn't speak to him with anything less than complete respect."
"He isn't taking care of himself. I was just pointing out that he needed to eat better." Kurt grumbled.
"You were speaking to him as if he were a child and you were the adult. No matter what, that is not acceptable. And just because he isn't eating perfectly while we are here, doesn't mean he isn't eating healthy the rest of the time. I've talked with Carol. She told me that he's been doing very well and had permission from his doctor to ease up a bit and eat a few things that he couldn't before."
Kurt was quiet. Blaine understood why: It was very hard for Kurt to admit he's wrong.
"Now, I'm going to paddle your bottom, then we are going to go up to my dad's hunting cabin for the rest of your punishment."
He tapped the paddle against Kurt's sit spot.
"No, Blaine! Not there!" Kurt exclaimed, trying to push the paddle away.
"Yes, Kurt. Right here. So, you can feel your sore bottom the rest of the way up. Now, move your hand. It is already getting a few smacks when we're done with your bottom to remind it to stay away from your backside during a punishment."
Kurt groaned and tucked his hands under his chest.
SMACK!
"OW-WAH!" Kurt howled.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"AUGH! OW! Blaine! No more!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Blaine only struck faster. "OW! AHH! Hurts, Blaine-OW! Stop! OUCH!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Despite Kurt's wiggling, Blaine's aim never failed to hit either sit-spots or the tops of his thighs. "OW! You- AHH! Mean! GAH! Stop! Please!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"OW! Okay! AUGH! I'm sorry! OUCH! I'm sorry! Stop! OUCH!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"OW-WAH!"
"Sit up now." Blaine instructed.
Kurt eased up gingerly, wincing and hissing through his teeth when his poor backside pressed against the seat.
Blaine put away the paddle and took out a heavy, wooden ruler. "Hold out your hand."
Kurt held them to his chest protectively.
"Please, Blaine. I'm sorry."
"You know your hands are not to interfere with your punishment. Now, hold it out before I add more on."
with recalcitrance, Kurt held out his palm. Blaine moved it so it rested on the console box in between the front seats and aimed the ruler across the clammy skin.
"Move your hand, I add on another. Understood?"
"Yes, sir." Kurt whispered.
CRACK!" OW!" Kurt's hand flinched, but stayed in place. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Blaine put down the ruler and gently picked up the red, swelling hand. He rubbed Kurt's arm. "Come on up here, baby."
Kurt eased back up his pants, making a pained sound when they scraped against his very sore bottom, then climbed back over into his seat. Blaine hugged him tightly. "I love you."
Kurt fidgeted, trying to find a less painful way to sit. "I don't like you." He answered back, sounding like a punished child.
Blaine tried to hide his smile but didn't succeed. "That's okay. Right now, you don't have to like me."
They drove up to Mr. Anderson's hunting cabin and Blaine took the bag with him before leading Kurt to the shed-like building behind it.
"What's that?" Kurt asked.
"A woodshed. Seemed appropriate. Many a naughty boy would be taken in here for a spanking back in the day. Now, it's this naughty boy's turn." There was a sturdy, built-in work table that, other than dusty, was clear. "Pants and underwear down and lay your stomach over the table."
"No!" Kurt protested. "It's filthy. It will ruin my shirt!"
"Then take your shirt off."
Kurt scowled but obeyed. He folded his shirt neatly and handed it to Blaine who put it in the bag.
"Now, get your clothes down and get over the table."
Kurt slowly did as he was told. Blaine took out a leather strap from the bag. It was the width of his three middle fingers and a quarter-of an-inch thick. It was heavy and packed a mean sting.
"Spread your legs and arch your bottom up."
Kurt forced himself to obey, hating this position. It widened his bum, giving Blaine a bigger target and made it harder to clench.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Kurt yelped and howled as the strap burned trail after trail across his poor butt. His feet stomped the ground and his fists hit the table.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
He wailed and cried through the next ten. It felt like it was ripping the skin off his bottom. Still, Blaine continued.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Finally, Kurt gave in. His legs quivered and his back shook as he sobbed into the table. Blaine put the strap away and gently eased Kurt off the table, letting him rest against his chest.
"Shush. It's all over now. All done, baby. You did so good." Blaine cooed in Kurt's ear. "Shush. I got you. I got you."
Finally, Kurt's tears slowed. "Are we all done?" He asked, rubbing his eye with one fist.
"Mostly, baby. You are going to write lines in the car on the way home. I'm also going to give you a silent bedtime spanking."
Kurt cringed. Blaine had threatened him with that the last time he'd mouthed off.
"Please, Blaine. I promise, I learned my lesson." Kurt pleaded.
Blaine rubbed Kurt's bare back. "I keep my word, baby. I warned you that the next time you are disrespectful, this would happen. Now, I have to follow through."
Blaine fixed Kurt's clothes for him, but left his pants unbuttoned and the fly undone. Kurt started to do it, but Blaine stopped him. "I'm going to rub a little lotion on your bottom once we get in the car, so just leave them for now."
Once in the car, Kurt lowered the back of his seat all the way down and laid on his stomach, his pants and underwear around his knees. Blaine gently rubbed in the lotion into Kurt's back, butt, and thighs.
"Thank you." Kurt said a bit shyly after easing back up his pants and getting his seat upright.
"You're welcome."
Kurt sat down, biting his lip as tears threatened to fill his eyes again. Sitting was practically unbearable.
"I know it hurts, baby. But I want to be sure it's a long time before we have to address this issue again." Blaine stroked Kurt's cheek tenderly before handing him a mechanical pencil and a spiral notebook. "I want you to write down all the reasons your dad deserves respect."
"Yes, sir."
GLEE
When they got back, Kurt apologized to his dad and they both hugged it out. They had a rather pleasant evening together.
After everyone went to bed, Blaine gently pulled Kurt over his lap while sitting in bed and eased down his boxer-briefs.
He rewarmed Kurt's bottom with his hand briefly, before putting on a pair of gloves and taking out a small jar of Tiger Balm. He rubbed a small amount into the reddened skin. He held Kurt against him and massaged his back and scalp. It only took a minute or two for Kurt's bottom to burn.
Kurt mewled and twisted; trying to escape it. Blaine held him securely. After a couple minutes, Kurt simply laid in Blaine's arms limply, waiting for the pain to pass. After fifteen minutes, the burn died away. Blaine slipped them both down under the covers and held Kurt tightly through the night.
END CHAPTER
Hope you all enjoyed. I've been having a hard time thinking up new things for this story. If you have ideas of ways Kurt can misbehave, I'd be very grateful if you shared them. Hope you all have a great weekend. I know there's a lot of stuff going on right now that is making things very difficult and everyone is stressed and worried. I can only suggest not focusing on the bad stuff that you can't change, but try to find something positive, no matter how small, and let it remind you that the world isn't as mean and scary as it seems sometimes.
I'm not trying to make light of what is going on. But when something is too big for us to fix, we need to find ways within ourselves to survive it with our pride, dignity, and sanity in tact when we come out the other side.
I love poems written by Edgar Guest. (And I don't consider myself a great fan of poetry.) He has a poem called "Things Work Out" I found it very encouraging; maybe some of you will too. Love you all. Until next time, Ciao