AN: So bear in mind, this is fiction. I'm not writing anything I would necessarily recommend. Yes, mouth washing can be dangerous if done wrong. But this is a story. I'm not writing reality. I mean, when they have sex, there are steps I skip because in my story, they don't have to do these things. It's a story. Read on and enjoy keeping that in mind.

Chapter 100

Blaine pulled Kurt into a hug. "You are doing really well babe. We're almost done."

Kurt nodded, tucking his head into Blaine's neck. "I know. I'm sorry."

Blaine stroked Kurt's hair. "I know you are babe. But it isn't about being sorry after the fact. It's about not doing it at all."

Sniffing, Kurt nodded, breathing shakily before saying. "'Kay."

Blaine pulled back and gave Kurt's cheek a gentle stroke before he spoke. "Let's go get this done with so we can spend the rest of the day cuddling. All right?"

Kurt gave Blaine a small smile at that. "That sounds perfect. The cuddling part, not the…other thing." He added.

Blaine laughed. "I don't doubt that. But to get there, we need to finish up. Come on." He grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him into the bedroom. Sitting on the chair, he looked expectantly at Kurt. "What is this for?"

Kurt bit his lip and moved his hands nervously. "I-I was disrespectful and put myself in danger."

Blaine nodded as he unbuttoned Kurt's pants. "That's right." He pushed his pants and underwear down and pulled him over his lap. "We have very specific rules about both of those things. Namely that you shouldn't do them. Did you know you were breaking rules when you did what you did?" He rested his hand on Kurt's unblemished cheeks.

Kurt's breath hitched as he lay over Blaine's lap. Cheeks clenching involuntarily, he answered. "Yes, sir."

"Then I don't need to tell you what you did wrong here. I just need to make sure you don't ever do it again." Blaine said before lifting his hand.

Kurt yelped as Blaine's hand came down hard and fast, covering his cheeks in a quick flurry of painful swats. Blaine was using not just his arm but his wrist in order to create a horrible sting that would make Kurt regret his actions.

Within twenty seconds of the spanking starting, Kurt was squirming. His legs kicked at each hit, his cheeks already feeling impossibly pained. "Please, I won't do it again." He said, not able to hold back his pleas.

Blaine shook his head as he continued to color Kurt's cheeks a bright red. "You won't want to once I finish here, that's for sure."

Kurt cried out as Blaine tilted him forward and began swatting his thighs. Tears began falling steadily as Blaine set to work making him feel like a swarm of bees was attacking from his hips down to halfway down his thighs. Blaine worked his swats lower than he had in any previous spankings, working down one leg and then back up the other.

"Ow, ow please Blaine, please. I'm sorry." Kurt said, legs moving spastically.

Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's hip to hold him in place as best as he could. He continued landing smacks to Kurt's legs until his thighs were a bright pink in color. He hitched Kurt up and began landing smack after smack on his sit spot.

Kurt cried, his hands gripping Blaine's leg tightly as he struggled not to reach back. After about thirty seconds of relentless swats to his sensitive under curve, Kurt broke and threw his hand back with a sob, protecting what he could of his cheeks.

Grabbing his wrist, Blaine pinned it to his back as he landed even harder smacks to Kurt's sit spots. Kurt lay pinned over Blaine's lap, crying hard as his last attempt at stopping the painful spanking failed.

Blaine felt Kurt slump down over his lap and moved back to his cheeks, landing slower swats up there to renew the burn. Kurt just lay there, sobbing as occasional "Ow" and "Sorry" escaped his mouth.

Finally, Blaine stopped, resting his hand on Kurt's legs, looking at his colored cheeks. When Kurt's cries began dying a bit, he spoke. "Go grab your brush please."

Kurt stiffened for a moment before dissolving into more tears. He stood up slowly, hands rubbing his face even as more tears fell. Blaine helped him to step out of his tangled pants and underwear before Kurt headed into the bathroom to grab the brush.

While Kurt was gone, Blaine took a shaky breath in and closed his eyes, trying to strengthen his resolve before Kurt returned. He took in a deep breath and sat up straighter as he heard Kurt shuffle to the door. He watched as Kurt slowly walked over to him, brush held away from him.

Kurt stopped in front of Blaine, the burn in his butt begging for him to rub it. He held out the brush and swallowed hard as Blaine took it in his hand. Blaine grabbed his elbow and pulled him over his left leg. His right leg clamped down at Kurt's knees, pinning him in place. Blaine reached down and grabbed Kurt's right hand, bringing it back around to Kurt's lower back and holding it there.

Kurt resisted this a bit until Blaine explained. "I don't want to hit your hand with the brush and I know it's hard to not reach back. Okay?"

Kurt nodded hesitantly, answering back. "Yes, sir."

"Good. This last bit is for how you were talking about yourself." Blaine lightly tapped the brush on Kurt's cheeks before he began speaking, voice strict. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, you do not ever refer to yourself as a bitch. It is a derogatory term to use about anyone, especially yourself. Do you understand how much it hurts you and me when you talk about yourself like that? Do not do it again."

Kurt flinched a bit as Blaine continued lightly patting his sore butt as he told him in no uncertain terms how much he didn't like it when Kurt did that. "I-I'm sorry. Blaine, please, I won't do it again, please…" Kurt said, grabbing onto Blaine's leg as well he could with his left hand.

Hearing Kurt's plea, Blaine closed his eyes and summoned as much resolve as he could, remembering how he felt when he heard Kurt insulting himself. Ready, he opened his eyes and lifted the brush. Kurt took a deep breath when he felt the brush lift up and yelped loudly when it came down hard across both cheeks.

Blaine placed deliberate strikes all down the center of Kurt's red cheeks, darkening the center. Kurt's hand clenched tight around his leg and Kurt burst into renewed tears as Blaine worked the brush over his sensitive cheeks. Blaine moved the brush down to work at the crease between his thighs and butt and Kurt howled. Blaine had already spanked it hard with just his hand and the brush caused the residual pain to flare back up with a renewed vigor.

"Please, I won't, oww, sir, please, sorry." Kurt cried out, trying to move any part of his body away from the painful blows. Blaine took a shaky breath and continued landing swats, not able to force his arm to spank as hard. He used mostly his wrist, not wanting to bruise, just cause an unbearable sting.

Kurt would gladly tell him that he was succeeding if he could speak between his tears. The brush continued landing and Kurt couldn't tell it was any lighter as his butt continued heating up. He felt as though he had sat on the sun, it burned so much.

When Blaine saw that Kurt's sit spot had turned a crimson color once more, he moved back up to his cheeks and landed a flurry of light, stingy swats across the surface. Kurt lay sobbing, feet fluttering, unable to do anything else. Blaine finally stopped, satisfied he had gotten his point across.

Tossing the brush on to the desk, he lightly stroked Kurt's burning skin. "It's all over now. Shhh, we're okay, shhh."

Kurt continued crying for several more minutes, barely registering that new pain had stopped as his butt was throbbing and stinging still. When he did calm a bit more, he pushed up a bit and Blaine helped him stand. Kurt didn't hesitate before curling into Blaine's lap, crying hard again into Blaine's shoulder. Blaine held him tightly, supporting him so his butt wasn't touching anything as he lifted him up and carried him to the bed. He lay down, holding Kurt on top of his chest, hand gently soothing him.

AN: Triple digits and with a spanking! Hooray. Review if you enjoyed! Or if you want to discuss last night's episode. Because my heart, torn into pieces. Put together. Torn again. Put together. So many feelings.