Alright, you asked for it – you've got it! Poor Kurt's ass!

Your job with this chapter is to (a) ENJOY, (b) REVIEW, (c) PRAY THAT KURT'S ASS RECOVERS!

For those who have asked for the 'fun' spanking – believe me it's on it's way!

For those who originally asked for the Baby!Kurt option. It's on it's way too. Perhaps a day or two away.

Updates may be a little slower from now on...back to work time - Gaah!

Chapter 6

Kurt picked up the History paper from the table and handed it to Blaine.

"I don't know if you already saw it," Kurt said quietly.

"Yeah, I did," Blaine said pulling Kurt into him by his hips. He kissed him hard, before pulling back slightly, "I don't want to talk about it," he mumbled.

"That's okay," Kurt smiled sweetly, "let's just get this done then, and then you can spend the rest of the night kissing my ass!" he tried to joke. Blaine gulped and felt himself go from flaccid to rock hard in a heartbeat. 'It's a means to an end' he told himself.

"An F, Kurt – we haven't really talked about an F," Blaine whispered into Kurt's mouth.

"It's either gotta be more or worse, it's up to you, Blaine," Kurt licked at Blaine's lips, and slowly worked his way around to Blaine's ear, kissing, nibbling and sucking his way there, "make me hurt, baby. Make my ass burn, then you can put the fire out for me," Kurt whispered seductively before he sucked on Blaine's earlobe.

Blaine swallowed a lump in his throat and nodded. He had thought about it carefully when he had first left the house to go for his walk. Now though, he wasn't really sure he could go through with it. He took a deep breath and pictured Kurt lying with his red hot ass in the air on the sofa. He just didn't know if he could look him in the eye while doing it. He had a solution.

"Can I blindfold you, Kurt?" he choked out.

"Anything, Blaine, anything." Kurt whispered, wondering what Blaine would come up with this time. Although Kurt had agreed to this, he wasn't sure he could deal with much more than the previous weekend. He felt his body shiver involuntarily.

Blaine pulled back and led Kurt by the hand to the chair in the living room.

"Take your shirt off and sit down, Kurt," said Blaine, trying to sound more confident than he really was. Kurt nodded as Blaine went off to find something to use as a blindfold, when he returned Kurt was completely naked and sitting on the chair. He got up when he saw Blaine. Blaine shook his head.

"Stay on the chair, Kurt," Blaine said, Kurt obeyed, more than a little confused. They had always done this over Blaine's knee, Kurt wondered what on earth Blaine had up his sleeve.

Blaine walked around behind the chair and reached over Kurt's head with a tie he'd grabbed from the bedroom. He wrapped it securely around Kurt's eyes, and tied it firmly at the back of his head, being careful not to catch Kurt's hair.

Blaine went and stood back in front of Kurt. The sight of his boyfriend naked, and blindfolded awaiting his orders, turned Blaine on more than he would admit even to himself.

"Lift up your legs," he ordered. Kurt raised his eyebrows, but brought his knees up and rested his heels on the chair.

"No. Hold your knees apart over your shoulders," Blaine explained. Kurt gasped, slid down the chair slightly and tightly gripped underneath his knees as Blaine instructed. He could feel the cold air on his ass, he'd never felt so exposed in all his life. He kept reminding himself that this was Blaine, his Blaine, who would never irrevocably hurt him.

Blaine watched and took a deep breath to control himself. Kurt was spread out in front of him, literally at his whim. Kurt's ass was just hanging over the edge of the chair, his crack spread wide open, the tight little hole that Blaine loved so much was on full display, his balls were hanging down slightly and his cock twitching into life on his belly. Blaine felt himself get hard, and knowing that Kurt couldn't see him, he quickly removed his own clothes. Making them equal in at least some ways. Blaine gave himself a few quick strokes, almost as if to give himself the power to continue.

"I love you Kurt," Blaine said as he picked up the paddle, and swallowed the lump in his throat.

"I love you too," Kurt returned in a small croaky voice.

'crack', Blaine brought the paddle down to meet Kurt's ass. Kurt jumped slightly, but said nothing.

"You still need to count, gorgeous," Blaine said softly, as he leant down and ran his tongue swiftly over Kurt's nipple. Kurt startled in surprise.

"I will, but that wasn't hard enough to count, babe," Kurt flicked his tongue over his lips, "go harder, Blaine," he encouraged. Blaine gulped and raised his arm again.

'crack' – "one," said Kurt wincing, "that's the way, baby", trying to encourage Blaine to keep going.

'crack' – "two...how many are we doing, Blaine?" Blaine paused for a moment before he smiled.

'crack' – "three...Blaine?"

'crack' – "aah, four...Blaine?" Kurt was breathing faster

'crack' – "ooh, five...Bl" Kurt was quietened by Blaine's tongue forcing its way into his mouth. Blaine roughly thrust his tongue against Kurt's until he received a moan. Blaine pulled back and watched Kurt's chest rise and fall rapidly, before continuing his mission.

'crack' – "s..six," Kurt said breathily, "you're not going to tell me, are you?"

'crack' – "seven," Kurt grunted. Blaine stood back and looked at Kurt's ass, it had definitely passed 'pink' and was well on his way to 'red'. Blaine ran the tip of his penis up Kurt's thigh, Kurt had no idea what it was, but he knew by now that they were doing something totally debauched tonight.

'crack' – "ten" Blaine waited for a moment, he didn't want to get into a rhythm where Kurt knew when the next blow would come. He waited until Kurt started to wriggle on the chair restlessly.

"Bl...'crack' – "aine...eleven, shit!" Kurt startled.

'crack' – "twelve" pause

'crack' – "thirrrrrteen" Blaine took a moment and with one finger, traced a path up Kurt's open crack – so lightly he almost wasn't touching Kurt at all. Kurt's breath caught in his throat, and he felt his penis getting hard against his stomach. He willed himself to hold his position, the blindfold heightened the sensations in every fibre of Kurt's body.

'crack' – "fifteen" Kurt was trying his hardest to control his emotions. He didn't want Blaine to feel guilty at all, but finally he couldn't hold it anymore and he let out a huge sob. Blaine did feel guilty of course, so he leant down and gave Kurt the sweetest kiss possible. He gently lapped at Kurt's lips and another sob escaped. Blaine felt a tear against his cheek, and looked up to see a two tears escaping from under the tie around Kurt's eyes. He stood back and took a deep breath.

"Keep going, honey!" Kurt choked out, "I'll be fine...please...just finish...please" Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek, and whispered in his ear "I love you". Kurt held his breath and just nodded.

'crack' – "six...te...en" sobbed Kurt.

Blaine changed his angle, he knew this would be the most pain he could possibly inflict on poor Kurt.

'crack' – straight down Kurt's crack and just catching his scrotum, Kurt screamed in agony. Blaine did his best to shut the noise out from his ears, focussing on how he was going to fix it later. "seventeen" Kurt whimpered. Blaine fingered his hole gently, trying to calm Kurt down.

'crack' – Kurt let out cries of pain as the tears now flowed freely down his face "eighteen...Blaine...I can't!"

'crack' – "nineteen" Kurt tried in vain to separate his mind from his body. Everything was on fire, he hugged his knees tighter and waited. He suddenly jumped as he felt Blaine's mouth on his scrotum. Blaine sucked on one testicle and then the other. Kurt felt torn between the agony and the ecstacy. Blaine stood up. He pushed Kurt's knees together and moved Kurt's arms so he hugged his knees together.

'crack' – "twenty one" Kurt spat out, they had just entered the realm of the unknown.

Blaine continued to work the paddle, alternating between the back of Kurt's thighs and his ass, until they finally reached...

'crack' – "thirty" Blaine pushed Kurt's knees apart again, and ran his penis from Kurt's puckered little hole, over his scrotum until their two cocks met. Blaine leaned over to rub them both together. Kurt knew that feeling. He threw his head back and let out a cry of both surprise and pleasure.

Blaine got off and moved Kurt's legs down to their rightful sitting position and slid him up the chair. Kurt cried out as his hot, red, ass dragged against the vinyl upholstery. Blaine pushed his legs wide apart, and looked at Kurt's now half hard penis. He fell to his knees and took Kurt's soft dick into his mouth.

Kurt, still blindfolded, his ass burning and his heart aflame, was shocked to feel Blaine's wet, warm mouth around him. He knew he was anything except 'ready', and tried to ignore the pain in his ass and concentrate on the pleasure that Blaine was trying to give him. But something was missing. He wriggled to try and get Blaine's mouth off him.

"Blaine?..." Kurt got no reply, "Blaine, honey?...Can I take off the blindfold now?" He still got no reply, which Kurt took as meaning Blaine had no objection, so he reached up and removed the tie from his eyes. He looked down and Blaine looked up at him through his eyebrows. Blaine's mouth still firmly wrapped around Kurt's dick, his lips red and spit soaked. Kurt grabbed Blaine by the hair, pulling him up and off his cock. He was met with two red bloodshot, pained eyes.

Keeping hold of Blaine's hair, he pulled him up to so their noses were almost touching.

"Blaine...," he sobbed, "take care of me, please?"

Blaine sighed, and kissed the solitary tear away and gently pulled Kurt up and off the chair.

He led him over to the sofa, Kurt didn't need to be told what to do. He climbed up and put his ass on the cushions. He relaxed into the sofa and closed his eyes, waiting for Blaine to start his ministrations. He couldn't believe the pain he was in. He never would have thought it possible for his entire ass, his crack, his hole, his thighs could endure so much pain.

Blaine knelt beside the sofa and looked at his boyfriend's pained ass. He knew Kurt didn't want to ever go through this again, and neither did Blaine. He'd happily engage Kurt's playful spanking fantasies, but he'd be thrilled never to have to do this type of discipline spanking again. If nothing else, Blaine was ever the optimist.

He ran his hands over Kurt's thighs and ass, up Kurt's back and over his shoulders. Blaine leant down and whispered into Kurt's ear, "I'll be back soon, baby," Kurt shuddered at the vibration of Blaine's voice, which was suddenly lower than ever, and simply nodded. As Blaine went off to prepare the night's 'treatment', Kurt snuggled his head down into the sofa. He chuckled as he realized that he was actually starting to become perfectly comfortable being totally naked, ass in the air...when just a few short years ago, he'd been scared to remove his shirt in front of Blaine!

Blaine returned to the living room and perched himself on the back of Kurt's knees. Kurt sank into the sofa a little more and sighed a relieved sigh. He knew that this was something they both enjoyed. Blaine sat and looked at Kurt's ass. It was redder than Blaine had ever seen it before, and he doubted that he could do enough in one evening to repair that amount of damage. But he was certainly going to give it his best shot!

He removed the lid from the bottle in his hand and squirted the nozzle. He drew a line across Kurt's lower back, and then outlined first one cheek and then the other. He laughed out loud as he looked at what he'd done. Kurt looked over his shoulder puzzled.

"Your ass totally belongs to me!" Blaine laughed, "I've just written a huge 'B' on your butt in whipped cream, baby." Kurt groaned and threw his head back into the sofa. He felt Blaine pour something over each cheek, and rub it in slightly. Blaine got off Kurt and knelt beside the sofa. He held a sticky hand up to Kurt.

"Want to taste?" he asked quietly, Kurt nodded and sucked Blaine's finger into his mouth. Strawberry syrup.

"Cream and strawberries, Blaine?" Kurt mumbled from around Blaine's finger. He sucked hard and worked Blaine's finger the way he would if it was another part of Blaine's body.

Kurt heard Blaine groan and quickly removed his finger from Kurt's mouth. He bent over Kurt, and began to slowly lick the syrup and cream off Kurt's ass. Really slowly, Kurt moaned as Blaine worked inch by tiny inch, seemingly not in a rush. And he wasn't.

They had all night to salve Kurt's wounds, and Blaine intended to use every bit of that time to his advantage.

Join me in prayer, "We pray to the almighty fanfic muse, to give Blaine the magical power to make Kurt's ass better, to give him the courage to explore things he has never explored before and to grant him permission to do anything he damn well chooses. We pray, almighty muse, for Kurt to one day be able to sit down again, for without that, he can never be spanked again."

A-fucking-men!