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Warning: Contains spanking. I'm running out of cool ways to say it: If you don't like it, don't read it. But if you do, it's at your own risk. It's like the "Caution, its hot" warnings on drinks. If you choose to ignore the warnings and read anyway, you can't be mad at me. The warning is in the title, description, and here.
Glee and all it's amazing characters are absolutely... not mine. :'(
TANTRUM
(About two months after the camping trip)
Kurt had spent all evening at the library studying and didn't get home until dark. Blaine was sitting on the couch watching television when Kurt walked in the door and handed a slip of paper over to Blaine. Blaine looked from the piece of paper, then up at Kurt's miserable face, then back. It was a ticket for going through a red-light. Blaine turned off the T.V.
"Go stand in the corner, Kurt." Blaine instructed.
Kurt forced himself to obey. Minutes crawled by at a snail's pace. This sucked. Waiting to be punished was almost worse than actually being punished. What are you waiting for anyway? Just put me over your knee and get it over with!
Blaine could feel the anxiety coming off his boyfriend in waves. While he felt cruel making him wait like this, he needed the time to consider the best way to handle this. After he made his decision, he had Kurt wait another fifteen minutes. After calling Kurt from the corner, he had him sit on the couch while he sat in front of him on the edge of the coffee table.
"Are you ready to tell me what happened?"
"I… I wasn't paying attention and didn't notice that the light changed."
"I see. Hand me your car keys."
Kurt slowly dug them out of his pocket and very reluctantly handed them over.
"You may have them back in two weeks."
"Two weeks? Bla-aine!" Kurt whined.
"Two weeks." Blaine repeated sternly.
"C-can't you just spank me or… or something else?"
"This isn't a negotiation. But keep pushing. It can easily be three."
Kurt's foot lifted and stomped the ground. "It's not fair!"
Blaine's eyebrow went up at Kurt's childish behavior. "Do we want to go for four?"
"NO!" The foot stomped again and his voice was raising shrilly. "You're not being fair! You-you are being mean! I was honest! You shouldn't take away my car!"
"I am glad you were honest with me, Kurt." Blaine said, forcing his voice to remain very calm, hoping that would mollify Kurt's temper. "But that doesn't take away the fact that you were not being safe again. We've had far too many discussions about this. Now, stop the tantrum or I will have to get creative."
But Kurt had worked himself up too much to heed the warning.
"Yeah, well… Screw you, Blaine!" He yelled, getting the last word. He turned on his heel and stomped to the bedroom. He slammed the door so hard behind him, a picture fell off the opposite side of the wall, breaking the frame.
Blaine marched after Kurt. The misguided boy had thrown himself dramatically onto the bed and was texting an angry rant to Rachel when Blaine interrupted him. "You do not slam doors and throw fits like a toddler." He yanked him off the bed by his arm before latching onto his ear, pulling him behind him. Kurt howled in protest, but quickly found out that struggling only caused his ear more pain and had no choice but to try to keep up with Blaine's long steps and hope that Blaine would allow him to have his ear back at some point.
Blaine took him back into the living room and showed him the broken frame. "This is what happens when you slam doors, Kurt." Only after he was certain Kurt saw the fullness of the shattered mess on the floor did he relinquish his hold on the poor ear.
Kurt immediately became remorseful. "I'm sorry, Blaine. I'll clean it up."
"No, you won't. You want to act like a child, that is how I will treat you."
Kurt stiffened, not liking where this was heading. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that for the rest of tonight I'm going to treat you exactly how you've been acting. Starting with a bubble bath." He took Kurt by the arm and led him into the bathroom. Once there, he got the water going and sat down on the edge of the tub before gently pulling Kurt over to him. He began undressing Kurt, smacking away his hands when he tried to do it himself. "Little boys don't undress themselves, Kurt."
Kurt's face blushed but he stood still and let Blaine strip off his clothes.
"You are also getting a spanking after your bath for stomping your feet and yelling at me. Good little boys do not act that way."
He helped Kurt step into the warm water and added the bubbles. Using soap and a soft washcloth, he began washing Kurt's skin.
"Your behavior was totally unacceptable, Kurt. You made a poor choice today and made it clear you are not responsible enough to drive and your attitude and fit afterwards only cemented that fact. Little boys who throw tantrums when they don't get their way have no business driving."
Kurt turned his sad, puppy eyes onto Blaine. "B-but, Blaine, can't I get a second chance?"
"No, Kurt. What you did was very serious and it scares me that you seem oblivious to that. But that is a discussion for later. Right now, we are talking about your behavior towards me. Good little boys do not tell anyone to screw themselves. They don't stomp their feet or slam doors. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir." Kurt murmured.
"Good boy." Blaine's tone went from scolding to affectionate. "I need to get your legs and feet, sweetie. It might tickle a bit. Don't splash me, okay?"
Kurt blushed even darker and looked away as Blaine rubbed down his legs and feet. Finally, Blaine pulled the plug and laid a towel over his lap. He helped Kurt out of the tub and dried off his front, arms, legs, and back before guiding Kurt over his knee.
"Why am I having to give you a spanking, baby?"
Kurt fidgeted self-consciously and whined softly. "I threw a fit."
"Yes, you did. Now, your wet, bare, little bottom is having to pay for it."
Blaine began spanking. Kurt gasped and his legs kicked on the first smack. "Ow!"
He was taken-back by how much it hurt. "Bla-aine!"
Blaine ignored him and continued spanking.
"OW! OW! OW-WAH! Blaine! That… OUCH! Hurts!"
"A spanking on a wet bottom hurts more, doesn't it, Sweetie?"
"OW-WAH! Yes, it… OWIE! It does! Please… AHH! No more!"
But Blaine picked up the bath brush and dipped it in the remaining water in the tub before whacking it against the quickly reddening butt.
"GAH-OW! OWIE! AHH! AHH! Plea-OUCH! Please! No-OW! More! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! AHH!"
Kurt's feet kicked wildly and he flailed around manically.
"Stop kicking, Kurt. Almost done."
Kurt whimpered and tried to force his legs to be still.
Blaine turned the brush's attention to Kurt's sit-spots and upper thighs. Kurt wailed and howled and finally broke down and cried. He laid limply over Blaine's lap and sobbed. Once that happened, Blaine wrapped up the spanking with ten more before putting the brush back getting out the lotion. In gentle, soothing circles, Blaine rubbed the lotion into the burning behind and also Kurt's back.
Once Kurt calmed down a bit, Blaine eased him up and got him dressed. Kurt seemed to barely notice the babying treatment and just stood there, hiccupping softly in between broken sobs. Once he was dressed in warm pajamas and had his teeth brushed, Blaine picked Kurt up and carried him into the bedroom and tucked him in. Kurt snuggled against Blaine, mewling softly.
"How long until I can drive again?" Kurt asked softly.
"Three weeks. But… if you are on your best behavior, I may reconsider after two weeks."
"Okay."
"But that means no complaining or trying to find ways out of it. Understood? No driving for fourteen days, starting tomorrow."
"Yes, sir."
Blaine kissed his forehead. "We'll be having a talk tomorrow too about paying attention behind the wheel and driving responsibly."
"Th-this talk doesn't involve my ass, does it?"
Blaine lightly swatted said-ass. "Little boys don't talk like that. But, no, it doesn't. It may involve writing in some form though."
Kurt pulled a slight face. He despised writing lines, but he'd take that over a spanking anytime.
"Don't pout. Now, go to sleep, Baby."
Kurt sighed and let his eyes drift shut. "Yes, sir."
It was going to be a long two weeks. Kurt hated the idea of having to be driven everywhere like he was fifteen again. He'd do whatever it took to make sure it didn't get extended.
END CHAPTER
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I am wanting to change the title of this story. "Kurt's First Spanking" Just doesn't fit anymore. Unfortunately, I don't know how to do that. If someone could explain to me how I will be so grateful. Also, I could use suggestions for its new name. If you throw out suggestions, I will see about picking one and if you provide a username, I'll give you full credit. Also, let me know what you think of this chapter. Love you all.
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