Hey, everyone,

I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. I've had quite a bit going on. Got a guy in my life now and that's been new and exciting. I got a review today that encouraged me to write. That person also gave me a prompt that I will do my best to use.

As with all the other chapters before this one, there is domestic discipline spanking, so if you don't like that, turn back now.

Kurt and Blaine are not mine, I just never get tired of borrowing them.

Read and please, if you have a minute, tell me what you think. Enjoy.

CHEATERS NEVER SIT

It was official. Professor Roberts was the devil incarnate. Giving a test with barely a heads up. Kurt studied the paper and let out a soft groan. He had put off studying until the night before, and spent the evening cramming. He looked through the questions and began to panic.

Mike Wallace sat two seats away, working on the test. He sat up briefly to stretch and happened to glance over in Kurt's direction. What he saw, disappointed him. Kurt was clearly copying off his neighbor's paper.

Kurt, what are you thinking? He put his focus back on his own test and tried to figure out what to do. He'd been Kurt's friend for about four months now. He knew that if he confronted Kurt about it, he'd just deny it. He couldn't tell Professor Roberts. That would get Kurt kicked out. He'd just have to tell Blaine.

He winced sympathetically. He'd pieced together the nature of Kurt and Blaine's relationship after catching Blaine scolding Kurt for misbehaving and once, spotted Blaine pull Kurt aside to give Kurt two hard smacks and a stern warning to knock it off. After asking Kurt about this, he admitted what Mike already suspected. So, he knew that Blaine would handle Kurt's poor decision. Hopefully, Kurt wouldn't hate him for it, but Mike couldn't just let Kurt get away with cheating and putting his future in jeopardy.

After class, Mike headed to his car and with a heavy heart, dialed Blaine's phone number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Blaine."

"Hey, Mike. What's up?"

"Blaine, I need to tell you something, and you aren't going to like it."

"What is it?"

"You see… I… uh… I saw… I saw-Kurt-cheating-on-the-test-today." He blurted out as quickly as possible.

For a long moment, there was nothing on Blaine's end but silence.

"Are you sure?" Blaine finally asked.

"If I wasn't, I wouldn't have said anything. It wasn't just once, I kept glancing over and I lost count of how many times Kurt was looking at someone else's paper."

"I see. Mike, can you do me a favor?"

"Yeah, sure."

"You have access to the practice tests for the tutors, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you get me a copy that will be similar material as this test and bring it over here along with the answers? Kurt's doing some shopping now and won't be back for an hour."

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Thanks. And, Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for telling me. I know it wasn't easy, but it was the right thing to do."

"Yeah, can you just do me a favor and not tell Kurt how you found out? I'd rather he didn't hate me."

GLEE

Kurt arrived back home a little more than an hour later with two bags of clothes from his shopping trip with Rachel. He was in a very good mood, the events from class, forgotten.

"Kurt?" Blaine called from the dining room. "Can you come in here, please?"

"Be right there." Kurt called back as he took off his shoes and hung up the car keys. He put his bags on the couch and headed for the dining room. "Yeah, Blaine?"

"How was class?"

Guilt pricked painfully at Kurt. "I-it was fine."

"Really? So, you feel you did well on that test today?"

How does he know about that? "Y-yeah, I think so."

"Hmm. So that rumor I heard about you having to take drastic measures to pass were just rumors then?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Blaine."

"Someone saw you cheating off of someone else's paper, Kurt. Is this true?"

"N-no, of course not!"

"Hmm. I hope so, Kurt. We both know what happens when you get caught cheating in college. Well, if you didn't cheat, surely you won't mind putting my mind at ease and take this practice test for me?"

"Blaine…" Kurt protested, his stomach rolling and twisting. "D-don't you trust me?"

"Yes, Kurt, I do. But everyone makes mistakes and this is a very big, very serious one. You know that if someone told your professor about this, they'd require the same thing. It's just a short test, shouldn't take more than twenty minutes. And I'll tell you what, I'll take you out for ice-cream after dinner, that is, if you pass, of course." Blaine forced his voice to be light and teasing. He prayed that somehow Mike was mistaken and that Kurt would rightfully pass both tests.

Seeing no way out, Kurt agreed. Forty minutes later, he handed Blaine the test. About a third of the questions didn't even have an answer. Blaine graded the rest. A forty-five.

"Kurt, how do you explain this?" He asked, forcing his voice to stay soft and patient.

"I-I… I'm tired, Blaine. That other test was hard. My brain's a bit fried."

"Kurt." Blaine admonished.

Kurt squirmed under the disappointment blazing through Blaine's eyes. He stared mutely at the floor.

"Kurt, now is the time for you to be honest." Blaine told him firmly. "Did. You. Cheat?"

Kurt's head moved up and down slightly. "Yes, sir." He whispered.

Blaine sighed heavily. "Go stand in the corner, Kurt. I want you thinking long and hard about what you did, why it was wrong, and what consequences you would have faced had you been caught in class."

Kurt slowly got up and dragged his feet toward the designated corner until Blaine propelled him forward with a very hard smack to his bottom. Kurt yelped and scurried away from Blaine's hard hand.

Twenty minutes dragged by. Kurt tried not to fidget as he stared at the clumps of paint. It didn't take long for him to feel the full weight of his actions. He knew how seriously cheating was taken. It would not have ended well had his professor caught him or if another student had ratted him out. No matter what Blaine did to him now, it would still be preferable and kinder than any consequence the college dished out.

Blaine finally came to a decision, though he hated it. He knew that this punishment had to be one of the most memorable ones Kurt ever got. Kurt hadn't helped his case by lying about it either.

"Kurt, go get ready for bed and wait for me in the bedroom. I'll be up in ten minutes."

Kurt obeyed quickly, more than ready to leave the corner. He didn't even seem to question why Blaine was having him get ready for bed at five-forty-five.

Blaine heads up after ten minutes. Kurt is sitting on the bed anxiously. Blaine goes over to the closet and opens the drawer that holds most of their spanking implements. He takes out two items before walking over to Kurt.

Kurt's eyes grow to the size of dinner plates when he sees the instruments of "torture" that Blaine selected and his breathing speeds up.

Blaine sets them down on the bed before sitting down next to Kurt. "What you did was very, very serious." Blaine told Kurt, putting his hands upon Kurt's hips. "Not only was it wrong and deceitful, but it could have had very serious consequences on your future. So, obviously, I can't let this one just slide, can I? I need to make sure that if you are even slightly tempted to cheat in anyway again, your bottom will give you a very strong reminder. That is why, not only am I going to give you a very good spanking tonight with those, but every night for a week, you will receive another spanking."

Kurt's mouth gaped and moved wordlessly. If Blaine hadn't been so stern and humorless, he would have noticed that Kurt was quite accurately mimicking a fish.

"If you behave and cooperate, the bedtime spankings will only be twenty or so smacks. Argue or fight with me about it, and I will not hesitate to turn it into a full spanking. Understood?"

Kurt nodded, still struggling to fully grasp how monumentally screwed he and his ass was.

"Alright. Stand up and come right here." Blaine pointed at the floor by his knees.

Kurt got up shakily and moved to the designated place. Without further ado, Blaine pulled down Kurt's bottoms to his knees and laid him across his thigh, allowing Kurt's upper half to rest on the bed. "You are going to hand me those when I ask for them, understood?"

Kurt eyed the tools of correction with horror and nodded miserably. "Yes, sir." He whispered.

Blaine's hand went up and crashed down mercilessly against the pale, awaiting bottom. Kurt jerked rather violently and yelped. Blaine tightened his hold and continued. Once the skin was a light pink and Kurt's eyes were looking watery, Blaine's hand took a rest. "Give me the paddle."

Kurt reached out and grasped the wooden paddle with holes bored into it. He passed it reluctantly to Blaine.

"Now, in your own words, tell me why what you did was so wrong."

Kurt mewled when he felt the wooden paddle rest against his bottom. "Because it's like lying. Lying is bad. I could get in really big trouble." Kurt hated it when Blaine made him spell out his latest crimes. He rushed to get it over with, not realizing how childishly it was coming out. "I-I could be kicked out of school because of it. My dad would be really upset."

"Yeah, he would. And he'd be upset for the same reason I am. Because we know you are better than this."

Kurt's eyes welled up with tears. "I'm sorry, Blaine."

"I know you are." Blaine maneuvered Kurt so that he could pin down his legs with his right one before continuing the punishment.

The wooden paddle crashed down brutally, making Kurt wonder if he still had a butt. He pinned his hands under his chest to keep them back, and his legs kicked and flailed as much as they could.

"OW! OW! OUCH! AUGH! UMPH! AH-AUGH! ST-OW! -STOP! Blaine! OWIE! OWIE! AUGH! Too-OUCH! Hard!"

Blaine ignored him and gave him a few more smacks before setting the paddle aside. The poor bottom was now magenta and starting to swell. "Give me the strap, Kurt."

Kurt whimpered and tried to wiggle around to aim his sad puppy eyes at Blaine. When he wasn't promptly obeyed, Blaine smacked his hand hard against Kurt's thigh. "Now, Kurt."

That tore a sob from Kurt's throat and three tears escaped his eyes. He grasped the strap with a shaky hand and passed it back. The strap was short, so it could be used with Kurt over Blaine's knee, but was heavy and packed a mean sting.

Blaine adjusted him again so the lower part of Kurt's butt and his sit-spots were perfectly accessible. Kurt bit his lip and clenched up, scrunching up his eyes.

"Kurt, relax. It's just a spanking. We're almost done."

Kurt relaxed minutely, pressing his face into the bed. He just wanted it over with and he was starting to believe it would never end.

The first burning strip from the strap took Kurt's breath away. His back arched up and his hands flew back. Blaine snatched them and held them back. Kurt hated how trapped and pinned down he was and tried desperately to escape. Blaine just held him down tighter and a barrage of smacks from the strap rained down.

"OW! AUGH! AHH!" Kurt began to sob and wail. His poor butt felt like it was being melted by a blowtorch! It hurt! It hurt so badly! "I'm s-sorry! I'm sorry! AHH! I w-won't do it again! I'll be good! I'll be goo-od!"

Finally, Blaine slowed his assault down. Kurt went limp and sobbed into the bed. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, Blaine. I sw-swear, I'm sorry."

Blaine let the strap fall to the floor and freed Kurt's hands and legs. Kurt's poor, little bottom was cherry-red from the top of his bottom down to the first few inches of thighs. He rubbed Kurt's back for a few moments before carefully easing him into his arms, making sure the burning, blistered bottom wasn't touching a thing.

Kurt sobbed brokenly into Blaine's chest. It took nearly ten whole minutes for Kurt to begin to calm down. Blaine grabbed the glass of water that was sitting on the nightstand and helped Kurt drink it before gently mopping up his face with tissues. Kurt laid in his arms silently, limp as a ragdoll from exhaustion.

"I hated that, Baby." Blaine whispered, his own eyes watering. "I swear, I did."

Kurt nodded mutely and hugged Blaine tighter.

Blaine rocked Kurt gently and he fell asleep in his arms a few minutes later.

GLEE

An hour and a half later, Kurt woke up to a hand gently shaking his shoulder and the amazing smell of tomato soup. He slowly opened burning eyes.

"Hey." Blaine spoke softly as he gently brushed the hair out of Kurt's eyes. "I made tomato soup and grilled cheese."

Kurt slowly got up and curled into Blaine's lap.

Blaine smiled and kissed his temple. "I suppose you expect me to feed you too, huh?"

Kurt just looked up at him expectantly.

"Okay, Spoiled Brat." Blaine teased affectionately. He carefully spooned the hot soup into Kurt's awaiting mouth.

Once all the soup and sandwiches were gone, Blaine eased Kurt onto his stomach and carefully rubbed in arnica ointment into the bruising bottom.

"We'll give your bottom a few days to heal up before we start the bedtime spankings." Blaine stated, mostly to himself. Kurt visibly relaxed; he was all for giving his backside a break.

"How do you feel now?" Blaine asked, closing the bottle.

"Better." Kurt answered. "My eyes burn though."

"I'll get the eye drops."

Blaine gently put two drops into Kurt's red-rimmed, puffy eyes.

"Thanks." Kurt said, gratefully. He snuggled next to Blaine, getting ready to fall back to sleep. "That feels better."

"I'm glad. I love you."

"Love you too."

END CHAPTER

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