Hey, everybody.
So sorry for being AWOL. I had my girl-problems these past few days and for some reason nothing I was writing was coming out the way I wanted. I couldn't concentrate and about a third of the way through I'd loose faith in what I had written. But I'm back now. :)
I've decided to do a little kind of a short series with the next few chapters: Kurt and Blaine go camping for spring break with Rachel, Finn, Santana, Brittney, and Puck. I'm going to have all of them aware of the added feature to Kurt and Blaine's relationship and have them accept it. I don't like drama and the common attitude of young adults today anyway is to basically live-and-let-live. So I think they would have the same attitude toward it. If you have any suggestions for this storyline, please share. I will try my best to use them, though I can't promise anything. I've tried to use all the prompts and suggestions but some are being very difficult for me. I haven't given up on them yet, so just continue to be patient with me.
Anyway. Enjoy and send me lots of reviews. They are food for inspiration.
I don't own Glee or the characters.
There is spanking of a nonsexual nature. This makes you uncomfortable, turn back now.
CAMPING TRIP
PART ONE: THE DRIVE UP
"Kurt, get packing please." Blaine asked for the third time that day.
"I don't like camping, Blaine. Why do we have to go?"
"Honestly, Kurt, it's hardly camping. We'll be in a nice, comfy cabin with all the comforts of home. It even has a hot tub and a T.V. We'll all have separate rooms; the beds are very comfortable. Really, there isn't anything for you to complain about. Now, pack. And keep it reasonable. It's only for two weeks; there's a washer and dryer for laundry so you don't need to pack your whole closet. I would suggest bringing clothes you won't have to worry about getting snagged or dirty. Now, pack. If I have to ask you again, I'll give you a few smacks to get you moving. We are leaving tomorrow at seven o'clock. It's a long drive."
Kurt grimaced and let out a frustrated, put-upon sigh, but started picking out clothes.
The next morning, Kurt was irritable. He started grumbling from the moment Blaine dragged him out of bed and didn't stop when they finally got into the car.
"I hope you packed clothes you won't have to worry about snagging or getting dirty."
"Why?"
"'Why?' Because we are going to be out in the forest. There are hiking trails that lead to incredible views and a river for boating and fishing. Don't think I'm letting you spend the whole time indoors."
"Why not? I don't want to come. Why can't I spend it doing what I please?"
"Because. I want to use our spring break to make memories. You will enjoy yourself and we will both have fun with our friends. Now, put away your attitude. I was willing to ignore it because I know you aren't a morning person, but you've had coffee and breakfast. Consider this your warning."
Kurt managed to hold out for five more minutes. Then he began muttering under his breath. Blaine couldn't hear exactly what he said, but did hear something about boyfriend-dictator.
He gave Kurt a look that made it clear that he'd heard and was greatly displeased. A sign said a rest stop was in ten miles. Blaine turned off the radio. That was Kurt's first clue. Whenever Kurt did something that really got under Blaine's skin in the car, he'd turn off the music. He wouldn't say anything unless absolutely necessary, and Kurt knew to do the same. Being quiet wouldn't save his backside, but it would keep Blaine from getting further irritated.
They pulled into the empty rest stop. Blaine parked backwards, the front of the car facing the road. He got out and went around to the back of the car. Kurt reluctantly followed suit, knowing too well that to make Blaine wait would not end well for him.
Blaine handed him his Swiss army knife. "Cut a switch."
"W-what?" Kurt stammered.
"You heard me. That tree right there: It's a hazel tree. Cut a switch from it. A long stick, about two feet long. Thin."
Kurt struggled to open one of the tools many knives. He finally got it open. He walked slowly over to the tree, looking not unlike a condemned man walking to the scaffold.
"Careful. The blade is sharp."
He returned a few minutes later.
Blaine eyed the stick he brought. "No. Too thin and short."
He looked around and found a suitable branch. "This one. Cut it here."
Though a bit clumsy, Kurt managed to cut it. he handed it to Blaine, who removed the few twigs. The bark was smooth, so there wasn't any need to remove it.
"Go back to the car. Bare your backside and bend over the trunk."
"Y-yes, s-sir."
Kurt followed his instructions. Shivering as the rather chilly air raised goosebumps on his butt and legs.
Blaine joined him.
"Please, Blaine." Kurt whined. "I'm sorry."
"Well, I'm about to make you very sorry." He tapped the switch against Kurt's bottom, making him flinch. "Why am I about to take this switch to your naughty, little bottom?"
Kurt whimpered. "Because I didn't change my attitude and was disrespectful."
"That is correct. Maybe a burning bottom will remind you to heed my warning and to mind your tongue. I assure you I won't hesitate to pull you aside for a spanking during this trip."
Kurt looked over his shoulder at him with large, sorrowful eyes. "P-please, don't, Blaine!"
"Everyone will see you having trouble sitting on a sore bottom and they will know that you've been naughty."
Kurt mewled pathetically and tears formed in his eyes.
"Anything to say before I begin?"
"I'm sorry for what I said, sir. This just isn't how I wanted to spend my spring break."
"Well, I'm sorry. But for your own sake, I suggest you make the best of it. I promise, you will have a good time, if you let yourself."
"I-I will try, sir."
Okay. Let's get this over with so we can get there."
SWISH!
Kurt gasped and jumped up. It stung fiercely.
"Back into position."
"I'm sorry, sir." Kurt whimpered as he bent back over.
"I know it stings." Blaine put his hand on Kurt's back comfortingly.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! Kurt's foot stomped once until he forced it still.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! "OW! Please! No more! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! "AHH! Stop, please!" SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! "I'm…" SWISH! "Ouch! Sorry!" SWISH! SWISH! "Augh! I'm Sorry!" SWISH! "I'm sorry!" SWISH! SWISH! "I'm sor-rry!" SWISH!
"Ten more. Count and say I will be respectful." Blaine instructed, aiming the switch at the exposed thighs.
SWISH!
"GAH! One. I will be respectful, sir."
SWISH!
"Two. I will be respectful, sir."
SWISH!
"Ahh. Three. I will be respectful, sir."
SWISH!
"Four." Kurt's voice came out tightly. "I will be respectful, sir."
SWISH!
"Ow. Five. I will be respectful, sir."
SWISH!
"HMPH! Six. I will be respectful, sir."
SWISH!
"S-seven. I will be respectful, sir."
SWISH!
"AHH! E-eight. I-I will be r-respectful, sir."
SWISH! SWISH! The last two landed fast and hard. Kurt yelped and his knees buckled. It was a moment before he could count them.
"Nine. Ten. I will be respectful, sir."
"Turn around."
Kurt straightened and obeyed. He was embarrassed to be exposed the way he was, but he hadn't been given permission to fix his clothes.
"I'm sorry for my behavior, sir. You didn't deserve it. I'm done mouthing off, sir."
"I hope so. We'll start fresh. I forgive you. You can pull up your clothes now."
It hurt to bend down and his clothes chafed his bottom which felt almost raw and hot enough to cook eggs on it. It was very uncomfortable to sit on, but he didn't complain. Blaine turned back on the radio and they continued on.
END CHAPTER
Hope you enjoyed. Please, please, let me know what you think. I will work on another chapter and try to get it on here as soon as possible. Love you all. Stay safe and healthy.
Also, just to let you all know; I am planning on going back through my chapters and correcting any errors I find and just making improvements this weekend. I don't usually finish a story until it's time for me to go to bed so I can get up for work in the morning, so I don't have time to proofread as much before posting.
Until next time, Ciao