Hey everyone,
Woke up wanting to write so I did. To the guest who gave me the prompt and encouraged me further to continue it, thanks so much, and my guy so far is treating me very right. (before your minds go there, I'm not insinuating anything, there just wasn't a better way to put it.) I don't have much experience when it comes to guys, but I think I can honestly say his momma raised him right. :)
Anyway, please enjoy and let me know what you think. again, if spanking freaks you out, turn back now.
CHEATERS NEVER SIT
PART 2
Kurt had never been so glad for the weekend. His poor bottom was so sore, the thought of having to wear something tighter and rougher than his pajamas and having to sit on a hard seat all day was enough to make him shudder.
Not that Blaine didn't make up for it in his own vindictive way. He grounded Kurt from just about everything and for an hour, twice a day, he had to sit and write lines: I will never cheat again, because it is a very naughty thing to do and Blaine will have to take down my underwear and spank my little bottom. He'd do this every day until there were ten pages, front and back.
Kurt looked at Blaine dumbfounded when he read what he had to write. "You can't be serious."
"Yes, I am. I expect at least thirty lines completed by the time the timer goes off."
"Can I please have something to sit on, at least?" Kurt begged, eyeing the wooden seat as if it were a snake.
"No. Now, sit down and start writing."
Kurt obeyed, but sulked the whole time.
Monday night, Blaine noticed that Kurt was able to sit through dinner without wiggling. After Kurt went up to bed, Blaine cleaned up the kitchen before joining him. Kurt was already in bed, ready to fall asleep.
"Get up please." Blaine asked gently.
Kurt opened his eyes slowly. "Why?"
"Because it's time for your first spanking of the week. Now, get up, please."
"But, Blaine." Kurt whined softly. "I'm still sore!"
"Kurt, if I have to get you out of that bed myself, I will take you into the kitchen and add on a few whacks with a wooden spoon."
Kurt reluctantly got out of bed. Blaine tugged down Kurt's bottoms and put his foot the mattress and pulled Kurt over his raised knee. He looked over the healing bottom. It wasn't completely healed yet, but it could easily handle a hand spanking.
Blaine kept it short, laying down fast, hard smacks with his hand. Kurt kicked, thrashed, and cried, but it was over in under a minute and Kurt's butt was only bright pink.
Blaine lowered Kurt down and fixed his bottoms. Kurt looked surprised as he scrubbed at his eyes with his fist.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Blaine asked, hugging him.
"N-no."
"Tomorrow night, unless you are naughty, it will only be thirty with the hairbrush."
Kurt nodded. As much as he'd rather not have anything touching his bottom, he couldn't argue that Blaine wasn't being lenient.
"Okay. Let's go to bed now."
The next two nights went about the same. Blaine dished out thirty with the hairbrush the second night, twenty with the paddle the next. Kurt whined slightly beforehand and cried during and afterwards.
But the next day, Kurt's bottom was very sore. He couldn't walk, bend over, or sit without his butt reminding him that his ass was being slowly murdered.
A routine had now been set. After dinner, Kurt would go up and get ready for bed, Blaine would come up after cleaning up, get Kurt up, spank him, give him some cuddles, then they'd both go to sleep. This time, Kurt was less than cooperative. He hid out in the bathroom, until Blaine used the key above the door and dragged him out.
Blaine gave him a half-dozen smacks with his hand on the way to the bed. He pulled Kurt in front of him, holding him by his hips between his knees.
"If you had only cooperated with me, it would already be over with." Blaine scolded. "Now, instead of the thirty I originally promised you, you are now getting sixty."
He pulled Kurt over his knee and tugged down the pajamas before pinning down Kurt's legs.
Kurt whined and fussed, but Blaine turned a deaf-ear to him. He picked up the naughty stick and began laying down heavy smacks, concentrating them on the recalcitrant boy's sit spots, making sure he'd thoroughly feel this tomorrow.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain just above his hip. He stopped and looked over. Kurt had his fingers digging into Blaine's skin. Blaine immediately snatched the hand. "Oh, really, Kurt? What the hell did you think pinching me would accomplish?"
He pinned both of Kurt's hands against his back, knowing that Kurt hated being pinned down, and gave the remainder of Kurt's spanking extra hard and fast. By the end of it, Kurt was sobbing so intensely, he couldn't even coherently voice his pleas and apologies. Blaine lifted him up and sat him on his lap until he calmed down. Instead of pulling up Kurt's pajamas, he removed them completely.
"We aren't done yet." He told Kurt when he tried to move toward the bed. "You do not pinch, Kurt. What are you, five?"
Kurt's face flushed and he hung his head.
"Go get the strap. You are getting ten."
Kurt whimpered and tried to snuggle closer to Blaine.
"No, that will not work." Blaine told him firmly, holding him away. "You do not get to manipulate your way out of this. Go get the strap, now."
Kurt walked over, trying to tug his shirt down to cover his naked half, and got out the strap. He handed it to Blaine, still pleading with his watery eyes. But Blaine just grabbed two pillows and set them on the edge of the bed.
"Lay over those." He ordered.
Kurt laid over the bed, the pillows raising his bottom higher into the air.
"Why are you getting the strap?"
"B-because I-I p-pinched you." Kurt choked out, already crying again.
"Do I really need to explain to you why pinching is not okay, Kurt? Do I need to treat you like a preschooler?"
"N-no, sir. I'm sorry!"
"I hope so. Hold still."
Blaine laid the strap down hard and fast. Kurt wailed and cried, his fists pulling and thumping against the bedspread violently. The moment the tenth and final whack struck Kurt's butt, Blaine scooped him up and held him tightly. He rubbed lotion into the poor bottom and put Kurt's pants back on him before they fell asleep in each other's arms.
GLEE
The next day, Kurt was stewing over his punishment. It wasn't fair to be spanked over and over for the same thing. He still had three more days of this. No. No more. You could count him and his abused bottom out. He stormed around the house, hiding every spanking implement he could find. Just let Blaine try to spank him now.
Kurt went to bed that night feeling smug. After all, what's the worst Blaine could do, spank him with his hand? Blaine's hand would become sore before any real damage could be done. Sure, it would hurt still, but not nearly as much as the other things.
Blaine went up and began searching for the paddle he planned on using on Kurt. Not only was it not there, the drawer was empty.
"Kurt, it seems all the spanking implements are missing. Do you know where they ran off to?" He asked calmly.
"No, but I think they decided you were using them far too often and went on strike." Kurt answered back, smirking.
"Hmm. Well, in that case, we'll just have to use some new things. Come with me."
Kurt didn't like the sound of that. "Um… no thanks."
"Kurt, you come now, or I will make this so much worse." Blaine's voice dropped to a low and scary tone.
Kurt immediately got up and followed Blaine. The first stop was the kitchen where Blaine grabbed a wooden spoon. Kurt sighed in relief, that wasn't too bad. But then they went out to the backyard.
Blaine handed him his pocket knife. "You know the drill."
"B-Blaine!" Kurt wailed quietly.
"Now, Kurt." Blaine snapped.
The sun was setting, but there was still enough light for Kurt to see. He reluctantly cut off a branch and removed the leaves and twigs before passing it to Blaine.
"Good. Now, let's go."
They went back to the bedroom and Blaine stripped off Kurt's pants. "Kneel on the bed with your head down."
Kurt obeyed. Out of all the positions Blaine made him get in for a spanking, this was the worst. It raised his butt high, stretching it so the spanking was sure to hurt all the more, and exposed him completely. Never had he felt so vulnerable.
He heard Blaine moving around behind him but didn't try to see what he was doing. A moment later, Blaine stood behind him and the switch tapped against his butt, taking aim. A hiss was followed by a stinging cut across his butt.
"Ow!"
Blaine didn't pause. Line after line of stinging welts were made on Kurt's bottom.
"Ow! Ow! AHH! Ouch! AUGH! I'm sorry! OWIE! OW-WAH! Ow! Ow! Ow! AHH! AHH-HH!"
Once Kurt was crying quietly, Blaine stopped and broke the switch into three pieces and tossed them into the wastepaper basket.
"I'm sorry." Kurt whispered. "I-I w-won't hide them again!"
"I hope not. I also hope that they magically reappear before tomorrow night, or else, you will be going out for another switch. Is that understood?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"Good."
Kurt heard the clinking of a belt buckle. "Oh, Blaine! Please, no!"
Blaine simply folded the leather in half, securing the buckle in his fist. "You can lay down over the bed now. It might be more comfortable."
Kurt slumped limply over the edge of the bed. Tears continuing to run down his face. What the hell was he thinking? He would never, ever hide them again. His throbbing, raging hot bottom was cursing him for having such a terrible idea.
"You are getting fifteen. I want you to hold still."
Kurt wailed and cried through each one, but managed to stay still. His feet only stomped a few times and his hands threatened to tear the bedspread. Once it was done, Blaine put down the belt and lifted Kurt up just enough to slide his leg under his pelvis. He rubbed Kurt's back until he calmed down.
"Hand me the spoon, please."
Kurt reached out for it and passed it over.
"Spread your legs, Kurt."
Kurt obeyed. "W-what are you going to do?" He asked brokenly.
"I'm going to spank you right here:" He tapped the wooden spoon against the inside of his thighs. "Keep your legs spread for me, so I don't have to add extras."
Kurt nodded and moved his hand behind him, asking Blaine to hold it. Blaine pulled him closer and gripped his hand.
The spoon smacked against the sensitive skin.
"Owie!" Kurt whimpered.
"Ow! Ouch! Ahhh! Ahh! Hmph! ow-wah!" His legs trembled and flinched, wanting desperately to clamp shut. A few times, his legs came together but Kurt forced them apart before Blaine had to remind him.
Blaine didn't spread out the smacks either, he kept hitting the same three areas on each side, making matching, red blotches on both sides.
Each spot got twenty before Blaine set the spoon aside and scooped Kurt into his arms. Kurt cried into his neck, whimpering promises to behave and to never be bad again. Blaine smothered his chuckle and rubbed his back until the sobs gave way to hiccups. He gave Kurt some water and took care of the sore bottom.
More than once that night, Blaine very nearly told Kurt that he could forget the last two promised spankings, but he knew deep-down, he had to follow through. He'd promised a week of spankings, so that was what he had to do; even if Kurt seemed determined to make it worse for both of them.
The next night, Kurt went up to Blaine with the hairbrush and took down his own pants before laying over Blaine's knee on his own. Blaine smiled and ran his fingers though Kurt's hair.
He gave Kurt only five smacks with the brush before giving him a hug. "I'm proud of you, Baby. Tomorrow's the last one. It will just be my hand, okay?"
"Okay. Love you, Blaine."
"I love you too, Sweetheart."
END CHAPTER
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