Blaine was half in-half out when the door finally opened, bringing sunlight into the room. He didn't know how much sleep he got altogether, but it hadn't been much. Who the hell could sleep in a situation like this? He'd spent the majority of the night thinking of a way to escape, but the ropes that kept him bound to the chair had been expertly tied.
Mr. Lawrence walked in merrily and turned on the light.
"All right Blaine, today's the day! I hope you took the night to think of how naughty you've been. We need you to tap into that today for the filming," Mr. Lawrence said brightly as another man walked in behind him carrying what looked to be camera equipment. The man was significantly shorter than Mr. Lawrence with red hair in contrast to Mr. Lawrence's dark brown, thick rimmed glasses and a goatee that looked like he had Fruit punch mouth. Mr. Lawrence was at least an attractive man to the outside observer, but this other guy was severely lacking in the looks department.
The cameraman took Blaine in for a moment, then looked to Mr. Lawrence. "John, you really weren't kidding. This kid is going to make us so much money with subscriptions!" The cameraman then looked to Blaine who was scowling up at the two of them and pulling on the ropes as if they would break. Blaine knew it was impossible, he'd spent the entire night trying to find a way to break through his bindings. "Blaine, you don't know how long I've waited for this day. John's been talking about you for the past decade! It was always 'Don't worry, Lenny, things will come around when our star's here,' and now that time has finally come and I can't wait to finally get to film you."
Blaine felt sick. He could feel the bile rising in his throat and the nausea rising. How could this happen? This doesn't just happen and above all things, it doesn't happen to him.
"Mr. Lawrence," Blaine began, licking his dry lips softly. "I beg of you...please, let me go. I promise I won't say a word to anyone about this...please."
Mr. Lawrence blinked a few times, then chuckled quietly. "Oh, Blaine. Those puppy dog eyes might work on Kurt and all of your friends, but they won't work on me. I've done my waiting for you, everyone had their turn, now you're mine. Plus, I'm sure you're hungry so we need to get this session out of the way so I can bring you your breakfast."
Blaine hung his head. There was seriously no way out of this. Apparently no one knew he was missing yet, if so, people would have come to save him already wouldn't they?
"Ok, Blaine, it's spanking time!" Mr. Lawrence announced, clapping his hands together.
Blaine's eyes widened and his heart rate quickened. "Please...Mr. Lawrence, please don't."
Mr. Lawrence's eyes narrowed as he began to untie one of Blaine's wrists from the chair. He looked Blaine directly in the eyes and stated, "If you want Kurt to go unharmed, you'll do what you're told, Mr. Anderson. I strongly suggest you quit your brattiness, or else I won't be so nice. I've dug up information on Kurt and I won't hesitate to use it. I know where he lives, when his Glee club rehearses and the coffee shop you and he used to frequent after school. Do as I say and I won't have to pay him a visit. Do I make myself clear?"
Blaine blinked back a few tears that were trying to escape from his eyes, one betrayed him and landed in a splash onto his lap as he nodded silently. He couldn't let Mr. Lawrence hurt Kurt. He wouldn't let him. He had to do whatever it took to keep Kurt safe and away from these psychopaths. If that meant playing along...then he had to do it.
Mr. Lawrence proceeded with untying both of Blaine's wrists and began work on his ankles as Lenny the cameraman locked the door with a key preventing Blaine from escaping. Once he was free he made no move to stand up. The two men were getting everything ready as Blaine was left to sit on the chair and watch. Lenny began to set up the video equipment and was testing the zoom and battery life.
Mr. Lawrence was rummaging in the closet and reappeared carrying a fancy wooden chair that looked to be very sturdy and polished with no rails on the side.
"The chair," Lenny spoke in awe.
Mr. Lawrence affirmed with an "Mmm-hmm," as he sat the chair down next to where Blaine was seated. "I purchased this chair a few years back for you, Blaine. This is the chair that I will sit in every time I spank you. I've had many chairs for spankings in the past, but this one I had built especially for you. But I also cooked up another little surprise! I won't be using them on you today since it's the first session, but I bought an array of implements that I can use on your bottom!"
Blaine felt a shudder at the thought and not a good one. He felt violated and trapped. There was absolutely nothing he could do but let this happen. Where was his fight? Why couldn't he fight back? He'd hurt Kurt, that's why. He had no reason to doubt him. Mr. Lawrence had found Blaine, didn't he? What gave him any reason to think he couldn't find information on Kurt as well? Blaine had to be brave. Be brave for Kurt.
"The camera's ready, are you ready to begin the session?" Lenny asked, still gazing into the camera.
"I'm ready to begin. Blaine, I need you to stand up," Mr. Lawrence instructed.
Blaine's heart was pounding as he shakily stood up. His legs didn't feel very sturdy as he stood to the side of Mr. Lawrence. He bit his lip and took a deep breath as Mr. Lawrence eyed him. He could do this, he would get through this.
"This is your introductory session, so we won't be playing any parts today. It'll just be me, your disciplinarian giving you a timed hand spanking."
Mr. Lawrence then pointed at Lenny who began filming.
"Hello everyone!" Mr. Lawrence began brightly. "It's John here and boy do we have a treat for you today at the 'spanking naughty boys' website! Our star has finally arrived! Blaine is here for his first session of what will be many more on the website! We also want to thank our now 10,000 subscribers and our many devoted spankees in the past. Don't you fret, though! We'll still be having some of our spankees you've come to know and love still on the website, but our real star is finally here!"
Mr. Lawrence gestured to Blaine to say hello, which Blaine obeyed softly.
"I don't think they can hear you, Blaine, say hello again, please."
Blaine did as instructed, louder but still meekly.
"Today we'll be doing our introductory spanking with our star, Blaine, a timed five minute hand spanking! All of our members are very familiar with those! So why don't we begin?"
Mr. Lawrence turned to look at Blaine who was standing very still and guarded with his hands glued at his side. Mr. Lawrence wasted no time, he leaned over and expertly began to undo Blaine's belt. Blaine looked up at the ceiling trying not to cry. He had to get through this for Kurt. He had to. When Blaine felt Mr. Lawrence undoing the button of his jeans, he instinctively pulled away.
"Now Blaine, don't make this harder than it has to be. I know you're shy, but you need to be spanked and the only way to do it is to get those pants pulled down. So please be a good boy and come back over here and stand still." At this point Mr. Lawrence addressed the camera. "All of our boys are very shy on the first session, isn't Blaine just the most precious?"
Blaine took a deep breath and stepped forward again to allow Mr. Lawrence to finish. Before he knew it, Mr. Lawrence grabbed onto the waist band of his jeans and slowly slid them down to his knees. Blaine could feel his cheeks flush at how humiliating and exposing this was.
"OK, Blaine, bend over my lap, please."
Blaine swallowed roughly and willed himself to move, but he couldn't. He froze. He couldn't do this.
"Blaine, over my lap, now!" Mr. Lawrence commanded with a warning glint in his eyes. They said, 'Do as you're told or I will hurt Kurt.'
Blaine found his mobility and slowly bent over to lie across Mr. Lawrence's lap. He placed his hands on the floor nervously and chewed on his lip. He could feel the anxiety attacking his stomach like a tornado had been unleashed inside.
"OK," Mr. Lawrence began placing a hand around Blaine's lower back to hold him in position and placed his other hand on top of his right cheek. He began to rub his hand softly over the material of his black boxer briefs. "Start the timer, please."
The first swat was quick and hard. Blaine hadn't been prepared for it. He gasped softly as Mr. Lawrence landed one on the other side. He steadily began to increase the pace placing one on each cheek as he went. The pain was beyond anything Blaine had ever experienced and caused him to start biting his lip so hard he thought he would bite through. He didn't want to make any added noise. He'd take this like a man, he would only do what he had to to protect Kurt.
"Ok, the two minute mark! Oh and how effective! The skin around the boxer briefs is already a beautiful pink! You see that folks?" Mr. Lawrence allowed Lenny a moment to zoom in and inspect the damage.
Blaine felt Mr. Lawrence place his hands on the waist band of his underwear and out of instinct, rolled off of Mr. Lawrence's lap onto the floor. He hadn't realized he'd done it until he could see Mr. Lawrence above him looking irritated.
"What a naughty boy you're being, Blaine. For that, we're adding an extra minute to the clock," He looked to Lenny to add the extra minute before turning back to Blaine. "Unless you want more, which I'm sure our members would love, you better get back over my knee."
Blaine sighed softly and picked himself back up from the floor with difficulty since his jeans were at his knees and climbed back over his lap as he was told. Not a second later, Mr. Lawrence had pulled down his boxer briefs to where his jeans were and gasped slightly.
"We've waited for this day for so long, my friends," Mr. Lawrence said to the camera. "We can now finally see the bottom that will be the main attraction of our website and if it isn't the best ass you've seen on here then I suggest you see an eye doctor! Look at how pink it is already!" Mr. Lawrence rubbed the injured bottom softly for good measure, causing Blaine to shudder. "OK, is the timer ready? Then we'll begin again!"
If Blaine had thought the swats over the underwear had hurt, he was sorely mistaken, no pun intended. The first swat on his bare bottom stung like a bee sting multiplied by oh, let's say a hundred. The sound was deafening and landed with a loud crack which was almost more startling then the pain. Soon enough, a smack landed on the other side and the pace was quickened with Mr. Lawrence adding several swats to a cheek before he would alternate to the other.
Blaine's breathing had quickened and he was starting to feel really hot. Trying to suppress any noise was beginning to become a real challenge. It finally took a particular hard rain of swats on his left cheek to finally let out a whimper of an, "Ow."
This encouraged Mr. Lawrence to spank even harder than he had before and Blaine had begun to squirm to get away from the hand raining hard slaps on his ass. His efforts were unsuccessful as his spanker just tightened his grip and continued to spank without pause.
"Please..." Blaine begged softly. "Please stop! No more...I-I promise I'll be good! Please just stop."
Mr. Lawrence chuckled softly, but continued spanking. "You've got about a minute still, Blaine and you're doing so well!" He responded with even harder swats.
Blaine had tried not to, but tears had finally started to stream from his eyes, betraying his former stance on trying to show no emotion. "Stop...please...stop," Blaine still begged softly in a whisper.
"This is what happens to naughty boys, Blaine, they don't behave and they are rewarded with bending over my lap and having their bare bottoms spanked," Mr. Lawrence scolded slowing down his pace with harder slaps. How they could get harder, Blaine would never know.
A couple more hard swats, then Blaine could hear the beautiful sound of a timer beeping signaling that the spanking was finally over. He could never feel more relieved in his life. His ass was burning and had taken on almost a numb sensation from the brutal swats it had received.
Mr. Lawrence softly rubbed the deep crimson shaded bottom and began to whisper, "You did a wonderful job, Blaine, it's over. Good boy...shhh."
Blaine picked one of his hands off the floor and wiped the tears off of his face and began taking deep breaths to calm himself down.
"OK, I think we'll put you in time out for a few minutes, then we'll be finished," Mr. Lawrence stated, pulling Blaine's underwear back over his bottom. "You can stand up now, Blaine."
Blaine picked his hands up from the floor and crawled off of the spanker's lap. He was thankful that Mr. Lawrence was protecting his modesty with pulling his underwear up, but when he reached down to pull his jeans up, Mr. Lawrence stopped him.
"Leave your jeans at your knees, please," He stood up from the chair and took Blaine's arm in his and guided him to one of the corners of the room that the camera could follow. Once he had Blaine standing in the corner, he reached down and pulled Blaine's underwear back down to his knees, Blaine looked away from the corner and at Mr. Lawrence in confusion. "Naughty boys have their well-spanked bottoms on display after they've been punished and put into their time out."
Blaine nodded in response and placed his gaze back into the corner. He'd never felt more like a child in his life...it was humiliating. He just had to keep thinking of Kurt. He was doing this to keep Kurt safe.
"Blaine's going to have a ten minute time out and we'll see you in a few days with our next update!" Mr. Lawrence began telling the camera. "We'll have a discussion box open so that you can tell us what you think of Blaine! We look forward to reading your comments! Until next time, I remain your host, Spank Master John and we'll see you soon!"
"And cut," Lenny stated.