Hey everyone,

I know, I've been AWOL again. I'm blaming stress for stealing my writing mojo. Last week, i had to deal with drama between two coworkers at work. Coworkers I, unfortunately, work very closely with. One is not being as mature as she should. I understand that she is upset and has legitimate reason to be, but that does not give her a reason to treat the person she thinks is responsible the way she is. I also think she is pointing fingers at the wrong person, which makes it even more unjust, especially since she has very little evidence and it is extremely circumstantial. If it were brought before a judge, the case would be thrown out immediately. Anyway, I'll put my rant away. We also had an earthquake, not a big deal; it didn't do any real damage and no one was hurt or killed; but it rattled already very sensitive nerves. I'm trying so hard to not let any of this bother me and keep a positive attitude, but it isn't easy.

I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm having a hard time coming up with naughty things for Kurt to do on this camping trip. I also want to try and include more group things they can do together; but I've never gone camping with friends like this, so I don't have any personal experience to fall back on. Please, let me know what you think. If you have any helpful tips on how you manage stress please share. My coping mechanisms are drinking hot chocolate from my favorite coffee shop, (I have a very low caffeine tolerance; if I even have just a little after ten o'clock in the morning, i'm up late into the night. besides, their hot chocolate is AMAZING!) and picking the sides of my thumbs until they are raw. Neither of which are the best of habits...

Warnings: Nonsexual spanking as always. If this will cause you undue stress, please don't read. Stress is very unhealthy for your body.

I don't own Glee. (Gasps of surprise are heard around the room.) I know, I had you all fooled for a while there.

CHORES

The next five days were fun. They went boating, hiking, had a picnic… in fact, they had so much fun, Kurt had practically forgotten about his phone. Though, true to his word, Blaine let him have it for one hour every night.

The sixth night, Rachel went into the kitchen for a soda and noticed the dishes from dinner hadn't been done. She checked the list to see whose turn it was. It had been Kurt's. Not wanting Kurt to get in trouble, she started to do them herself.

She was just starting to dry them, when Blaine came in and grabbed the ice cream and root beer as the plan was to have root-beer floats for dessert. He was almost out of the kitchen when he stopped and turned around. "Rachel, wasn't your turn last night?"

"Um… I… It…"

Blaine went over to the list on the fridge. "Kurt?" He called. "Come here please."

Kurt came in and immediately looked guilty and began shifting nervously.

"Care to explain why Rachel is doing your job?"

"Not especially." Kurt answered without thinking.

Blaine's face hardened. "Excuse me?"

The cheeky look fell off Kurt's face. "I-I forgot?"

Rachel closed her eyes and sighed. Someone really needed to teach Kurt how to lie properly.

"Really? You forgot? Just like you forgot to clear the table last night? I believed you then, but now I'm starting to see that was a mistake. Maybe I should just help you remember by giving you a spanking every time you forget. Do you think that will improve your memory?"

"Blaine…" Kurt whined, turning red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for, exactly? Leaving your chores for someone else to do, or for lying to me?"

Kurt fidgeted. "Both."

"Hmm. I think you owe Rachel an apology."

"I-I didn't ask her to." Kurt whined.

Blaine grabbed him and tucked him under his arm, He laid six very hard smacks down on Kurt's bottom. "Are you really going to argue with me?"

"OW! N-no, sir! UGH! I'm sorry! OUCH! Stop, please! OW!"

Blaine released him. "Apologize to Rachel now."

Kurt slowly turned to her. "I'm sorry, Rachel. I shouldn't have left them for you to do. Thanks for trying to keep me out of trouble."

Rachel nodded, trying to hide how uncomfortable she felt about witnessing this.

"Kurt, go get the lexan paddle and bring it here."

"W-what?"

"You heard me."

"Blaine, come on… I-I'll just do Rachel's turn the next two times."

"Don't make me ask again." Blaine growled, his patience running out.

Kurt stomped out of the room. "No!" He yelled over his shoulder. "You can't make me."

He started to run. That did it. Blaine went over and snatched Kurt's ear, dragging him by it.

"OW!" Kurt hollered, trying to get his ear free. Then he saw that he had accidentally ran right into the living room where everyone saw him.

"It seems the root-beer floats will have to wait." Blaine told them. "Does anyone object to me giving Kurt a spanking right here?"

He had warned them all that there was a chance of this occurring. Still, they were all surprised. No one objected though.

"Do… Do you want us to give you some privacy?" Finn asked.

"No. Kurt was warned that if he chose to act up in front of you, that's just how he'd be punished. If this makes you uncomfortable, you can go of course, but I think it will be better for Kurt in the long run if you stay."

Rachel came in after putting away the ice cream Blaine left out. She, like everyone else, was very torn on what she should do. She didn't want to see Kurt punished, though a small part of her was curious about it; but leaving seemed like it would be saying that she really didn't approve of their lifestyle and that she was rejecting Kurt somehow.

Blaine guided Kurt into the corner, He started to pull down Kurt's pants and underwear, but Kurt reached back and held them up. Blaine grabbed the hand and smacked it once.

"Bl-lain-ne?" Kurt pleaded desperately. "Come on! No!"

"You put us in this situation, Kurt. Now, stop making this worse for both of us." And with that he yanked down the clothes until they crumpled around Kurt's feet. He smacked the exposed butt ten times. "When I tell you to do something, you do not argue with me and tell me no. Understand me?"

Angry tears were in Kurt's eyes. "Yes, sir." He ground out; which earned him another incredibly hard smack to the center of his butt. Kurt couldn't muffle the undignified yelp that flew out of his mouth.

"You stay right there and don't even think about moving." Blaine left to get the paddle.

"Jesus, Kurt." Puck exclaimed. "What the hell did you do?"

"Puck. Shut up." Finn told him.

"What? Just asking."

"Well, don't. If you can't sit here and be quiet, I will drag you out of here by your ear."

Puck's eyes widened at the dead-serious tone in Finn's voice. Kurt felt so embarrassed he wished the ground would swallow him up, but he felt very grateful to his brother for defending him.

Blaine came back with the almost see-through paddle. He put it on the empty couch before going back over to Kurt. He eased up Kurt's underwear but left the pants where they were. "Step out of your jeans."

He helped Kurt keep his balance as he pulled his legs free from his tight pants. Once they were completely off, he steered a very recalcitrant Kurt over to the couch and put him over his knee. "Why are you over my knee?"

"Because you put me here." Kurt answered bitterly. An alarm was going off in his head, telling him that he should not be mouthing off in this position. A hard smack to Kurt's thigh confirmed the warning very painfully.

"Ow-wah." He kicked his leg a little, trying unsuccessfully to erase the sting.

"Watch your attitude. Why am I having to put you over my knee?"

"B-because I-I didn't do my share of the chores and lied to you about it."

"And how did you act in the kitchen?"

"I-I argued with you."

"So, what should I do about this behavior, Kurt?"

Kurt burrowed his face further into the couch; covering his head with his arms. "Please, Blaine, don't make me say it!"

"Sorry, Kurt. You brought this on yourself. Now, lift up your head so I can fully understand you and answer my question."

Kurt mewled pathetically, but did as he was told. "Y-you should p-punish m-me."

"How should I punish you?"

Kurt groaned. He was really going to make him say it. "B-by s-sp-spanking me."

"I spank you because I care. Remember that. I know you are better than this behavior and am not willing to let it slide." With that, he pulled Kurt's underwear all the way down. "I love you too much. This part is for refusing to do your share of the work."

Blaine picked up the paddle and whacked it hard across Kurt's butt without warning. Kurt let out a small shriek. Almost without pause, Blaine laid down another. And another. Kurt began to kick and squirm. Blaine had to tighten his grip, and after thirteen swats, he had to pin down Kurt's legs with his right one. Once the entirety of Kurt's bottom from the top to the first three inches of his thighs had been painted a dark pink and stinging intensely, Blaine put down the paddle and just used his hand. Not that Kurt could fully appreciate this: it hurt a lot regardless. After a little more than two minutes of Blaine's hand spanking, Blaine picked up the paddle again.

"P-please, Blaine! No more." Kurt sobbed. "I-I won't do it again! Please! I'm sorry! No more."

"Is it fair to make your friends do your share of the work?"

"N-no. I'm sorry! Please, I w-won't do it again! Just no more!"

Blaine forced himself to ignore Kurt's pleas and smacked the paddle down ten times on his sit-spots. "What does lying do to our trust?"

"OW! It- AUGH! B-breaks it! OW! I'm sorry! I'm- GAH! Sorry! I- MUMPH! Won't do- OUCH! Do it again! I swear!" Kurt wailed before breaking down.

Blaine put the paddle down and eased up Kurt's boxer-shorts as gently as possible. Kurt still hissed and wiggled as the material chafed the burning skin. Blaine gave Kurt a few minutes to regain a little of his composure before maneuvering him up and into his lap, making sure the poor, sensitive bottom didn't press down on anything.

"Rachel's next three turns to do the dishes, you will do for her. Is this understood?" Blaine told him sternly.

"Yes, sir." Kurt sniffled. Quinn handed him some tissues.

"You've also lost phone privileges for five days."

Kurt's bottom lip poked out for a second. "Yes, sir."

"Now, you have something you need to say to everyone."

A sob escaped Kurt's mouth. "I'm sorry for my behavior and for ruining our night."

Rachel slipped over. "Can I give you a hug?"

Kurt nodded. Soon, he got at least one hug from everyone. Root-beer floats were made and several hands of UNO were played.

Kurt and Blaine were one of the first to call it a night at eleven-thirty. Once in their room, Blaine rubbed lotion into the sore bottom. Kurt wanted to be mad about being spanked in front of everyone, but for one thing, he didn't have the energy to, and for another, he knew he'd deserved it. He fell asleep promising himself he wouldn't be so stupid again with his friends around; while snuggling deeper into Blaine's arms.

END CHAPTER

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