Hey everyone,

Bet you've just about given up on me adding another chapter. I had three different ideas for this chapter but none of them felt right. I'll probably change them a bit and use them later. Anyway. Enjoy.

Warnings: Spanking, just like in the previous chapters.

THE PUNCH

Kurt, Finn, Sam and Puck went out to gather firewood. A storm was approaching and the clouds were already rolling in. The weather had put a hold on Kurt and Blaine's plans for the day, so Kurt was already in a mood.

Que Puck. It was like he had a built-in sensor to detect when someone's fuse was extra short and that day he didn't disappoint. It didn't take long for Kurt's patience to wear out. The final straw was when, on the way back to the cabin, Puck took a small stick he'd gathered for kindling and tapped it playfully against Kurt's butt.

The memory of being spanked in front of everyone was still very fresh in his mind and his bottom was still a little tender after five days. So, who could really blame Kurt for seeing red and punching a certain smart-ass in the nose.

Puck staggered back, holding his nose. Blood gushed out and pooled in his hand. Sam grabbed Kurt's arm, just in case he decided to do more damage; though it wasn't necessary. Kurt's eyes were wide as he stared, first at Puck's bloody face and hand, then at his throbbing knuckles. Finn took a look at Puck's nose.

"What the hell, Kurt?"

"My fault." Puck said nasally. He gave a goofy grin. "Wow, Kurt. Didn't know you had it in you."

Finn shook his head. "What did you do?"

"I was just goofing around. I might have hit his ass with a stick."

Finn shook his head. "You are an idiot. And you are lucky all he did was give you a bloody nose."

Puck shrugged. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I didn't mean anything by it. I was just messing with you."

Kurt shrugged. "I'm sorry for punching you."

He looked away and winced. "Blaine's gonna kill me." He groaned under his breath.

"No, he won't." Puck told him. "Because we aren't going to tell him. We'll tell him I tripped." He looked at Finn and Sam pointedly. "Right?"

Finn and Sam nodded in agreement.

They got back and Finn took Puck into the bathroom to help him get cleaned up and Kurt got an ice pack for him. The boys stuck to their story and as far as Kurt could tell, Blaine and the girls didn't suspect anything.

Kurt tried to justify the lie. After all, it wasn't his idea and Puck had pushed his buttons. But the guilt about the lie and the disgust he felt about his behavior wouldn't be convinced.

Blaine noticed that Kurt was quiet and distant, but just assumed it was because the weather put a damper on their plans.

At four o'clock, the storm hit. The wind howled and rain lashed the windows. The power went out a few hours later, so the board games were brought out and they used battery-powered lanterns and the fire in the fireplace to see. Kurt seemed distracted and withdrawn and it was starting to worry Blaine. More than once, he asked Kurt if he was okay, but his concerns were brushed aside. He could only assume that Kurt was over-tired and decided that they would go to bed a bit earlier. At nine-thirty, he told Kurt he wanted them to go to bed. He was amazed when Kurt didn't protest or argue once, but simply nodded and bid everyone a good night.

That night was rough for Kurt. His stomach felt tight and nervous, and no matter how he tossed and turned, he couldn't get comfortable. Finally, after one in the morning, Kurt's pride gave in. He was exhausted and worked himself into quite the nervous wreck.

"B-Blaine? Are you awake?"

Blaine groaned sleepily and rolled over. "I am now, Kurt. What's wrong?"

"I-I need to tell you something."

Blaine rubbed the sleep from his eyes and pushed himself up. "I'm listening."

"I... um… I did something… something wrong."

"Hmm. Are you ready to tell me now?"

"Y-yes, sir. I… I… punched-Puck-in-the-nose." He confessed as quickly as he could. So quickly, in fact, Blaine had to take a moment to decipher what he'd said.

"You punched Puck?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why?"

"He wouldn't stop picking on me while we were out getting firewood. Then h-he whacked my ass with a stick. It didn't hurt, only stung a little, but… I didn't mean to hit him. I just lost it. I'm really sorry." Tears were already burning the backs of Kurt's eyes and he struggled to hold them back.

"I see. That really was uncool of him to do. Who's idea was it to lie about it?"

"P-Puck's."

"Really?" Blaine asked, not doubting Kurt, just surprised.

"I-I guess it was his way of making it up to me. He was really sorry for going too far."

"Hmm. But do you think it was right to go along with his plan?"

Kurt winced. He'd had hoped that Blaine wouldn't bring that up.

"N-not really. But, I mean… I'm telling you now…" Kurt protested lamely.

"But you didn't intend to. If your guilt wasn't keeping you awake and making you miserable, you wouldn't have."

Kurt deflated at that before tensing defensively. "Come on! I'm not a masochist. Do you really expect me to not try to keep my butt away from the firing line?"

Blaine did not appreciate the change in tone. He gave Kurt a sharp look which made him squirm. "I expect you to do the right thing and accept the consequences for your actions. Now, you do have a spanking coming. Do you want to get it over with now or wait until morning?"

Kurt sighed. "Now, I guess."

"Alright." He got up and turned on the lamp before taking out a heavy bath brush and the very recently purchased tawse and pulling the armless, wooden chair into the center of the room. "Get over my knee." He ordered.

Kurt reluctantly did as he was instructed. He despised being bent over Blaine's lap without getting to lay over the bed or couch. Somehow, it made a spanking more painful.

"Now, seeing that it is incredibly late, I'm not going to give you your usual warm up. Your warm up will be the bath brush over your pajamas. Why are you getting this spanking?"

"Because I punched Puck, and it's never okay to hit people."

"No, it isn't."

Blaine didn't waste another second before laying into Kurt's butt with the brush. Kurt reacted instantly, flailing and kicking. His bottom was still tender from his last spanking and the bath brush was an underestimated implement.

"OW! OW! T-Too… AHH! Too hard! GAH! Blai-ne! OUCH! M-UMPH! No more! No more! AUGH! Please! OW-WAH! OW-WAH! Stop! Stop! AHH! I've had en-OUGH!"

Blaine paused. "Do you tell me when to stop or when you've had enough, Kurt?" His voice was very stern.

Kurt was already beginning to cry. "Y-you are h-hitting too hard!" He whined.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I must be confused. Who gives the spankings, Kurt?"

"Y-you do."

"So which of us gets to dictate how you receive a spanking?"

"Y-you do… B-but…"

"No buts. Your job here is simple. Lay over my knee and take your spanking. Your shrieking and carrying on is going to wake everyone. The walls are thick, not soundproof."

"But it h-hurts!"

"Good. That means it's working." Blaine successfully hid how much Kurt's evident pain hurt him. He wanted this over just about as bad as Kurt did. He started to pull down Kurt's pajama bottoms, but Kurt threw his hand back and grabbed the waistband desperately holding them in place. "Kurt, stop being childish. It's late and we are both very tired, so let's finish this so we can get some sleep."

Kurt didn't move his hand so Blaine grabbed it and gave the open palm one good smack with the paddle before yanking the pants down to his knees. Kurt howled and yanked his hand in front of him, holding the wounded appendage to his chest.

Sick and tired of Kurt's dramatics, Blaine shifted him so he was only over one thigh and pinned down his legs with his free one before darkening the light pink color blooming over Kurt's bottom to an angry magenta, giving Kurt's sit-spots extra attention. It didn't take long for Kurt's hands to forget the lesson about staying out of the way. In short order, Blaine had Kurt effectively pinned over his lap. Both hands clasped behind his back and legs soundly trapped. It didn't stop Kurt's poor bottom from jiggling and bouncing around.

Once it had achieved the desired color, he gave Kurt a moment to catch his breath.

"P-pl-ple-ee-se, Blaine, can w-we be d-done?" Kurt begged, sobbing and hiccupping. "I-I s-swear I l-learn-ned m-my l-lesson. P-please, no-no more."

"What was the other implement I grabbed, Kurt?"

"Th-the t-tawse." Kurt whimpered. He hadn't experienced it yet, and he and his throbbing bottom absolutely didn't want to now! "P-please… plee-ease, no, Blaine!"

"I'm going to give you ten with it. Just so you get an idea of what it's like."

"I already h-have an idea! It hurts! Please don't! I'll be good! I'll be g-goo-od!"

"Shush, Kurt. You're working yourself up." Blaine rubbed Kurt's arms and back, trying to soothe him. "This last bit is for agreeing to lie to me. It would have been more had you not told me the truth on your own."

He picked up the tawse and began making stripes on the red butt with it.

"O-OW-WAH! O-OUCH! I'll be good! OW-OW! I won't do it again! AUGH! AHH-H! Please! AHHH! AHHH! AUGH! OW! OWIE-IEE!"

Blaine gently eased Kurt's limp body over and let him cry into his chest. "Shush. All done, baby. All done. Shush. It's all over and I'm very proud of you. Shush. Shush."

Kurt cried so hard, his ragged breathing halted by soft hiccups. He clung to Blaine tightly, soaking in every drop of comfort Blaine was giving.

Once Kurt calmed enough, Blaine fixed his pajamas and carried him to the bed, and after grabbing the lotion off the nightstand, curled up on the bed with him. He gently eased Kurt's pajamas down just enough to expose the red bottom and the tops of his thighs. He applied a generous amount of lotion to the hot skin and carefully rubbed it in. Kurt mewled and whimpered from pain and appreciation as the lotion cooled and soothed his skin slightly.

"I'm sorry." Kurt whispered.

"It's all over and done, Sweetheart. Clean slate."

"For waking you. It wasn't fair to you. I should have waited until morning."

"No, Baby." Blaine's voice was heavy with affection. "If something is troubling you, I want you to tell me as soon as possible. Even if it's dark-thirty. Even if I have work the next day. No matter what, you wake me. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Besides, at least this way, we can sleep in if we need to. Do you really want to experience what you're like after that kind of rough night? I don't and I don't think your poor butt does either."

Kurt winced. "Yeah, no, thank you."

"Now, close your eyes and go to sleep. The storm is letting up, finally. We'll be able to go out. Just us."

Kurt nodded eagerly, liking the sound of that. He snuggled closer to Blaine; his boyfriend's bare chest made the best pillow. He closed his eyes and drifted off in minutes; Blaine followed right after.

They headed out in the afternoon, picnic dinner packed. Blaine wouldn't say where he was taking Kurt, no matter how he tried to get it out of him. They hiked a scenic trail for over an hour before Blaine moved behind Kurt and covered his eyes. He guided his boyfriend into a clearing before lifting his hands away. Kurt opened them and stared dumbstruck at the view.

"You think it's something now, just wait until sunset."

"Won't we get lost in the dark on the way back?" Kurt asked.

"No. There's a bigger, quicker trail here than the one we took. You can't get lost on it and I brought this very bright flashlight so we will have no trouble seeing our way."

Kurt gave Blaine an adoring look. "My man thinks of everything."

They talked and made out for hours, ate dinner, made out some more, and watched the sunset. Kurt took a few photo; wanting those moments to be treasured forever. And they were.

END CHAPTER

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