By the time Kurt had manged to get himself together enough to come out of the bedroom, Blaine had set the table with toast and coffee and had even prepared a fruit salad. He was kneeling beside the table, waiting patiently, and looked up and smiled when Kurt entered the room. When Kurt came closer, he noticed that the table was only set for one person.

"Aren't you eating anything?" he asked.

Blaine rose, gallantly pulled out Kurt's chair and poured him a cup of coffee before he answered.

"I wasn't sure where you wanted me, Sir. The other times we ate together, we weren't in a contract. I don't know whether you want me to eat with you at the table, or if you want me to kneel on the floor."

Kurt was baffled; he hadn't even considered letting Blaine eat on the floor. Even Chandler had never...no. He needed to stop comparing them.

"Thank you for considering this," he told Blaine. "I want you to eat at the table with me. Having you eat on the floor – or the crawling you did earlier, that's not something I'm comfortable with on a regular basis."

He quickly continued talking when he saw Blaine wanted to apologize. "I like you on your knees very much, sweetheart, and it is definitely something we can revisit for special occasions, but it's too much for every day."

Blaine smiled and quickly got himself a cup and plate, then sat down at the table opposite Kurt.

They ate in silence for a while, then Kurt thought of something.

"I meant to ask – how long can you stay? Do you have to be back home tomorrow or can you stay the night?"

"Well, I was planning on going home tomorrow night, Sir, but I start working at eleven on Monday, so if you wanted me to, I could stay the night. I'll just have to rise early, because it's quite a drive from your place to my school, and I have to stop by at home to change clothes."

"And you don't need time to get out of your submissive head space? Time to transition to everyday life once again?"

"I don't know yet, Sir. I didn't used to. I actually take confidence out of being a claimed sub, more than enough at least to deal with a bunch of third graders."

He smiled, then continued. "It might be different, with you. You take me deeper into what you call my submissive head space, so it might take me longer to get out of it. I'll let you know."

Blaine finished his toast, then asked, "Sir? After we've eaten, could we deal with my punishment? I find myself increasingly nervous about it."

"No need to be nervous, pet. I'm sure it's nothing you haven't experienced before. I was planning on doing it in the evening, but I wouldn't want you to be on edge the whole day. Just try not to earn any more today, alright?"

Blaine rose and smiled. "Thank you, Sir. I'll be on my best behavior. Should I go to the playroom, Sir?"

"Yes, please. Strip, then stand facing the wall. Lean against it and put your butt out. I'll be there soon."

When Kurt entered the playroom a few minutes later, he found Blaine in the exact position he had requested.

"Very good, pet. Now, punishment will usually be dealt out with a crop, unless something else seems more appropriate. It's one stroke per offense except for particularly grave ones. I want you to tell me how many strokes you earned today, and what for."

Blaine hesitated, then lifted his head from where it had been resting against his arms. "Um, I think...one for burning breakfast. One for disrespecting you, one for disrespecting Chandler. One – or more – for doubting you."

Kurt stepped behind him and briefly rubbed his shoulders. "You are allowed to doubt me. I'm sad you did, but you had a good reason to, and I don't delude myself that all those doubts are removed completely. I know there's a lot I haven't told you about myself and Chandler, but that's because it's not just my story to tell. So no, you won't be punished for that."

He opened a door and chose one from a variety of crops behind it. "As for the others, they're accurate. So three it is."

Without further warning, he flicked the crop against Blaine's right buttock. Blaine flinched and hissed, but said nothing, and he quickly relaxed after the initial shock. Kurt paralleled the red stripe that was developing on the other buttock, and the third stroke crossed the other two.

Kurt put the crop back and then turned Blaine and kissed him.

"Good boy. All done now."

Blaine seemed no worse for wear; he smiled at Kurt, the relief at being forgiven clear in his eyes.

"Thank you, Sir. Should I get dressed now?"

"Are you cold at all?"

Blaine shook his head. "I'm quite comfortable."

Kurt smiled, letting his eyes wander over Blaine's naked body. "Then I think you should just stay this way."

Kurt showed Blaine the chores that were his when he came over on the weekends. There wasn't too much to do; it was a town apartment, after all, albeit spacious, and Kurt was a tidy man. It was a beautiful sight watching Blaine cleaning and tidying up, all naked, and Kurt found that it was an easy way to keep Blaine on the edge of subspace. He sat down to deal with some paper work he had brought home. When Blaine passed his desk once while clearing something up, he let his hand swipe across his ass, and when he heard Blaine's breath hitch, he thought this was too good an opportunity to pass up. So, whenever Blaine came into his reach, he stopped him and devoted a few seconds to teasing him, kissing him or stroking his nipples, his cock and balls, once even briefly dipping a finger into his hole. Soon he noticed that Blaine seemed to have to cross his desk increasingly often to go about his chores, and his enjoyment at watching Blaine increased when Blaine continued working with a perpetual hard-on.

After a while of this, however, Kurt found himself increasingly affected by their playing, and remaining seated in his tight pants became uncomfortable. So he opened his pants and beckoned to Blaine, who, when he saw this, got on his knees without a word and blew him enthusiastically.

When it was over, Blaine looked up at him, palming his own erection.

"Sir, please?"

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Make me come? I feel like I've been hard for ages."

"Oh, I guess you have," Kurt said and ran a teasing finger along the length of Blaine's cock, making him shiver and whine. "But you are so very pretty like this. So...I'll have to say no. But I'll make you come tonight, any way you want, if you can try and stay hard for me today. You can touch yourself however you need to."

He stroked Blaine's cock a few times for good measure, and Blaine closed his eyes and surrendered to his touch, even though, with the knowledge he couldn't come, it had to be torture to him by now.

"I somehow don't think staying hard will be a problem, Sir," he said when Kurt finally stopped teasing him.

"We'll see. You can go on doing your chores now."

"I'm done, Sir," Blaine admitted. "I was only pretending to be still working so I could have a reason to walk past you."

Kurt laughed. "Well, that's what you get from that. I'm not finished, though, I was getting distracted more often than not. You can do what you like for a while, then."

"May I...just stay here with you, Sir? I'll be quiet, I won't disturb you."

"Sure," Kurt said, pleased. "Just make yourself comfortable, it might be a while."

For the next hour or so, Kurt worked with Blaine kneeling quietly beside him. Blaine seemed to be under; not so much that he lost all alertness, but so that he could just be there without fidgeting, without any need except to every once in a while have Kurt's hand gently carding through his hair. Now and then, he would stroke his own cock for a few times when it threatened to go soft, but his touch had lost all urgency.

...

Kurt was in a mood today, Blaine decided when he was brought back out of the safe haven of subspace into a world in which he was ordered to phone for takeout for dinner, all the while naked and hard. He briefly wondered if all the teasing and denial was part of his punishment, but decided it wasn't. After the crop, he had been forgiven, and he didn't think it was part of Kurt's character to hold a grudge. Blaine felt good, actually, he thought as he looked up the number of the restaurant they were going to order from. He had spent most of the day at the edge of or even in subspace. He had been there before he had known Kurt, but only after sex for a short time, and he hadn't even known he could be there for so long, floating quietly, without a care in the world except keeping his Dom happy. But then, he hadn't known that he could hold an erection for so long, either.

"Good evening, this is Blaine Anderson. I would like to order in - "

He interrupted himself rather abruptly when he felt Kurt's warm mouth on his cock, and bit his hand to keep from groaning into the phone.

"Sir, please -" he whispered, but Kurt lifted his head only briefly to say,

"Keep going, pet."

So Blaine took another moment to try and steady his breath and then went back to order dinner. He didn't remember what exactly he ordered. He was too busy relishing the wonderful feelings Kurt's mouth was evoking in him, masquerading the fact that he was receiving a masterful blowjob while he was on the phone, and, above all, not coming. It was hard, and he was half disappointed, half relieved when the sweet torture ended as soon as the phone call did.

"Sir, you are a cruel, cruel man," he panted when he had hung up. Kurt only laughed.

Dinner went past him. He was sure the food was good, as far as takeout went, but he couldn't eat much. His attention was elsewhere, and he nearly wished he would be allowed to kneel beside the table. Although it wasn't something he particularly enjoyed, it would have fitted his mindset today. What he had told Kurt was true; he was certainly in deeper than he had ever been before, and he wasn't sure how to get out of his little world in which he was hit, teased and denied, but safe and appreciated, and out into the real world come Monday.

Kurt made them sit through a movie after dinner and allowed Blaine to lie down on the couch with him, his head in his Dom's lap. He tried to slip under again, but found he couldn't. Although he still felt completely at peace as he ignored the movie while Kurt was stroking his hair, he was too on edge, and his erection had started to hurt a while ago. Around halfway through the movie, he found himself begging.

When Kurt finally relented and led him towards the playroom, he fell to his knees as soon as they had passed the door.

"Please, Sir -" he brought out, then his words failed him.

"Anything you want, beautiful," Kurt promised. "You have been very good for me. What do you want?"

"Please fuck me," Blaine said. It wasn't a decision he remembered making, and yet there was no other answer he could have given.

"As you wish," Kurt said, smiling, then turned and opened a drawer in a cabinet, producing a cock ring. "There is a catch, however. You are allowed to come, but only after me. And as I have come twice already today, that might take a while."

When Kurt finally came inside him and slipped the ring off Blaine, he came so hard he passed out.