Kurt considered Blaine for a moment; the boy was looking up at him with a mix of both regret and hope. Kurt could see how much this meant to Blaine – his boyfriend really did want to be punished for his mistakes.

Kurt may not have entirely understood Blaine, but he didn’t need to. Kurt knew he would do anything to make Blaine happy, and right now that meant trying his hardest to learn what his boyfriend needed.

"Come with me," Kurt said, uncertain as to what he was going to do. 

Kurt took Blaine’s hand in his own and led him out of the living room and up the stairs to his - no, their - bedroom. Once inside, with the door locked, he tugged Blaine over to the bed. They both sat on the edge, their hands held tightly between them.

"Tell me what happened with your father," Kurt said. He needed to know more about what got them into this mess.

Blaine frowned and dropped his eyes to the ground. "He said some things to me. Called me a whore." Blaine's voice shook a little. He took a steadying breath. "Told me you'd kick me out after you fucked me." Blaine curled in on himself and leaned into Kurt’s side, looking for security in Kurt’s warmth.

Kurt frowned, readily wrapping his arms around Blaine. "You know that’s not true."

"Yes, Kurt," Blaine said, nodding. "I know, I do. I just... I got scared."

"That's OK, Blaine," Kurt replied, cupping Blaine's cheek and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "But I need you to come to me when you're scared, alright?"

"Yes, Kurt," Blaine said. "I'm sorry."

“And he kicked you out?” Kurt prompted.

“He said I wasn’t his son,” Blaine said. His eyes began to shine with tears and he tried to blink them back. “And that he didn’t want me in his house.”

Blaine hunched over and unconsciously began rubbing his ribs, a compulsive gesture that Kurt hadn’t seen in weeks. By now Kurt could recognize it for what it was: Blaine’s way to comfort himself through stress.

“I’m so sorry, Blaine,” Kurt whispered, pulling Blaine in close. “I wish I could fix it, but I can’t.” Kurt took a breath. “But, I did talk to my dad, and we agreed that you should stay here. This is your home now, alright?”

Blaine’s eyes opened wide and they shone bright with mixed emotions. “Yeah, O-OK.” Blaine nodded, relief caught up with him and he sagged a little in Kurt’s arms. “Thank you,” he said, voice thick with gratitude. “Thank you, so much.”

“You’re welcome. I’m so happy to have you with me, Blaine.” Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine’s lips. “So, um, about this punishment,” Kurt said, feeling very nervous. “What do you want, exactly?”

Blaine shifted a little in Kurt’s arms, shaking his head. “No, no I don’t want that. I want you...” He bit his lip, looking up at Kurt. “You’re supposed to set the punishment, that’s kind of the point.”

Kurt took a deep breath and tried to tamp down his nerves and at least pretend he knew what he was doing.

"OK." Kurt exhaled and flexed his hand, looking down at his open palm. He wondered for a moment if he would really be able to raise a hand against Blaine; if he could bruise Blaine’s beautiful skin. He had to close his eyes for a moment and remember everything Blaine had said, how much he wanted this, how much he needed it. 

After a minute Kurt was able to find a calm center, wrapped around Blaine, and he finally opened his eyes. He looked at Blaine, and when he spoke his voice radiated control and calm. "I want you to drop your pants and briefs and bend over my lap."

Kurt really was running on improvisation here; he just hoped he could give Blaine what he needed.

Blaine blushed red but did as he was told, unbuttoning his pants with steady hands. After his ass was bare, he lowered his weight across Kurt's lap, glancing up at Kurt before he dropped his gaze back to the duvet.

Kurt hesitated for a moment before he gently set his hand on Blaine's bare ass and started to rub soothing circles across the round flesh.

"Tell me why you're being punished," Kurt ordered.

"Because I didn't call you when I found out my dad was there, like you told me to," Blaine said.

"Correct," Kurt agreed. Taking a deep breath he picked up his hand and landed it back on Blaine's ass with a sharp crack.

Blaine gasped and jerked a little on his lap, but other than that, he didn't move. Kurt watched in fascination as a handprint rose on Blaine’s ass. For a moment it was white, then it slowly started to turn pink, growing brighter until it was a rosy red. Kurt was amazed by how perfectly outlined the mark was; it was clear that the mark came from his hand.

"What else?" Kurt asked, hand resuming his little circles. Kurt felt a rush of power, but it was counter-balanced by the profound weight of that control. Blaine was his responsibility now, and the weight of that responsibility was heavy on Kurt’s shoulders. But it wasn’t a burden, if anything it helped Kurt stand taller. 

"You told me to call if anything happened," Blaine said, voice a little breathy. "I didn't call after I fought with my dad."

"Correct." Two more sharp smacks, one on each cheek. Kurt could feel Blaine’s skin growing hot under his hand, warmer with each strike. It caught him off guard for a moment. After a minute admiring the growing glow on Blaine’s backside, Kurt continued. "What else?"

"I was supposed to be home by noon." Blaine’s fingers dug into the covers. "I was over an hour late."

"Correct," Kurt said, again bringing his hand across Blaine's ass with a hard slap. "What else?"

"I didn't answer your calls or texts," Blaine said. "I scared you and made you worry."

"Yes, you did," Kurt said. His hand landed several steady smacks on varying points across Blaine's ass, rubbing softly for a moment between each one. "I was very disappointed in you, Blaine. But I trust you won’t repeat it."

"Yes, sir," Blaine replied quietly.

--

Blaine’s mind felt as if it was rewiring itself. Stress became calm, shame became fulfillment, guilt became happiness. Blaine was only partially listening to Kurt; he didn’t even have to consciously think anymore, he just reacted.

Crack!

"From now on you will be careful to always have your phone on, and you will answer my phone calls whenever it’s possible. Won't you?"

 "Yes, sir." Blaine's voice was small and obedient, and his head hung low. Tears were starting to fall, not so much from the pain as from a deep feeling of relief. He felt lighter, freer, as the weight of shame and guilt was lifted from his shoulders.

Crack!

"And you will not actively defy me again, will you?"

"No, sir." Blaine’s voice quivered a little. He would never be so defiant again; he would do anything Kurt asked. He would be good.

"Good boy." Kurt seemed satisfied that Blaine had learned his lesson. He bent to press a kiss to Blaine’s temple. "You're forgiven, thank you for taking your punishment so well. Come here..."

Kurt pulled Blaine up and into his arms, tugging his pants up at the same time. He wrapped his arms tight around Blaine, holding him close and kissing him gently.

"Thank you, sir," Blaine said. He was cuddled into Kurt’s arms, breathing fast. Everything was a little overwhelming, but at the same time so very, very good. Blaine was finally free from so much of the stress he had been carrying for ages.

Blaine felt as if he could do anything, now that he could trust Kurt would take care of him.

"Are you OK, baby?" Kurt asked, reaching for Blaine’s face and wiping at the tears with his thumbs. "Was that too much?"

"No, sir. It was perfect." Blaine shook his head. 

Kurt frowned. "You know that none of the things your dad said were true, right?"

"Yes, sir," Blaine replied, voice soft and eyes still stubbornly downcast. 

"I’m serious, Blaine," Kurt said, reaching out to cup Blaine's cheek. 

"Yes, sir."

"Blaine," Kurt said, worry coloring his voice. "Will you please look at me?"

"Yes, sir," Blaine replied automatically, looking up at Kurt with eyes that shone with submission. He blinked at Kurt for a moment as his question caught up to him. "Wait, what?"

Kurt looked a little worried, but he was calm and collected. Looking up at his boyfriend, wrapped up in his arms after a punishment, Blaine had never felt more safe and content in his life. 

"Cuddle with me?" Kurt asked.

"Yes, sir." Blaine nodded, and he climbed onto the bed, curling up next to Kurt with his head on his lap. "Thank you, sir," he murmured.

"You're welcome," Kurt said, brow creased. "You're a good boy, Blaine."

"Your good boy," Blaine whispered.

"Yes, my good boy," Kurt agreed.

--

Kurt watched Blaine closely, but the boy seemed to just drift off to an easy sleep. Kurt had no idea exactly what was going on in Blaine's mind. Blaine snuffled a little in his sleep before letting out a sigh and relaxing further into Kurt's lap. 

Once he was certain that Blaine was asleep, Kurt carefully extracted himself and slipped out of the room. It was far past lunch time by now, and Kurt knew that Blaine must be as hungry as he was. He fixed them each a turkey sandwich with a glass of milk to share and brought it back upstairs.

Blaine shifted on the bed when Kurt sat down again, putting the milk on the bedside table and the plate with the sandwiches on his lap. In Kurt’s absence, Blaine had wrapped his arms around a pillow, and he was snuggled into it.

Kurt gently shook Blaine's shoulder.

"Wake up, Blaine," Kurt said. "We still need to eat something."

Blaine snuffled a bit into the pillow, but he pulled himself awake, looking up at Kurt from under his rumpled curls. "Yes, Kurt," Blaine said with a yawn, sitting up on the bed. He cringed a bit when his backside hit the mattress and he gave a little pout as his hand reached back to gauge how sore he was.

"Does it still hurt?" Kurt asked, frowning.

"Yes," Blaine said, glancing at Kurt before he dropped his eyes again. "But it's OK, I deserved it."

“Whether you did or not, your punishment is over now,” Kurt said, leaning in and kissing Blaine’s forehead. “Are you sure you’re comfortable?”

“Yes, Kurt. I’m fine.” Blaine gave Kurt a reassuring smile. “I feel better now, anyway. Better than before.”

“Good,” Kurt said, relaxing a little. “Here, I fixed us some lunch.”

Blaine frowned at the plate. “You should have woken me, I would have made lunch for you.”

“It’s OK,” Kurt said, then asked, “Would it have made you feel better to fix lunch for me?” Kurt hesitated. “After, um, after being punished?” 

“Yes.” Blaine nodded. “Serving you always makes me happy. And...” Blaine blushed a bit. “I could have shown you that I’m still good.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” Kurt said. “But this time, you can show me you’re a good boy by eating your lunch.”

“Yes, Kurt,” Blaine said, reaching for his sandwich and taking a bite.

Kurt watched Blaine while he ate his own meal. Blaine’s appetite seemed healthier than Kurt had seen in a while; he was making quick work of the sandwich, while still being mindful of his manners.

This whole thing was overwhelming for Kurt. But it was impossible not to see the positive change in Blaine; this clearly meant a lot to him. Kurt was determined to do this thing right.

“May I clear the dishes, Kurt?”

Kurt looked up at Blaine and blinked, then nodded. “Yes, you may.”

Kurt watched as Blaine gingerly climbed out of bed, mindful of his sore backside, and took the empty plate and glass back downstairs. 

Suddenly getting an idea, Kurt turned and dug around in his bedside table, pulling out a tube of bruise cream he kept handy for sports injuries.

When Blaine walked back into the room, Kurt gestured to the bed. “Come lay down on your stomach. I want to make sure you’re not hurt.”

“Yes, Kurt,” Blaine said, crossing the room to lie down on his stomach on the bed. “It’s really not that bad though.”

“Shouldn’t I be making that call? And it doesn’t mean I don’t want to double check,” Kurt said, pressing a kiss to Blaine’s temple. He carefully pulled off Blaine’s pants and briefs, leaving him bare from the waist down. 

Kurt took a deep breath at the sight of Blaine’s red ass. It brought out so many emotions that he didn’t fully grasp yet. He was proud of Blaine for accepting his punishment so obediently. But he was also worried about his own role and whether he was going too far or not giving Blaine enough. 

“Does it hurt much?” Kurt asked, uncapping the cream and gently rubbing it into the red and angry looking skin. “This should help a little.”

“It hurts a bit,” Blaine admitted. “But I, um, actually, I like the reminder.”

Kurt frowned a little, but nodded, still slowly working the soothing ointment into Blaine’s skin.

“You asked for rules...” Kurt said, hesitantly. “Do you want me to give them to you now?”

“Would you?” Blaine looked up with wide and hopeful eyes. “I’d really like that.”

Kurt nodded. “OK.” He considered Blaine for a moment. “We’ll start simple, alright? We’ll solidify the things you probably already know I expect from you, and then we’ll build from there. I don’t want to give you a laundry list of new rules all on day one.”

“Yes, Kurt,” Blaine replied, accepting Kurt’s decision.

“Well for starters, there’s the simple things.” Kurt lay down next to Blaine, continuing to work the cream into Blaine’s back side with gentle circles. “Finish your homework on time, take good care of your clothes, clean up after yourself. Those should be expected, but I’m telling you anyway.”

“Yes, Kurt, of course,” Blaine nodded easily, eyes happy and relaxed.

The two of them continued to talk for a while, and simple rules were hashed out. They were all easy to follow, mostly reiterations of basic etiquette and manners.

Kurt capped the bruise cream and put it away, then turned to continue gently rubbing the remaining cream onto Blaine’s backside. The bright red marks were a reminder of the seriousness of their agreement.

“Blaine?” Kurt bit his lip. “Are you really sure about all this?” The further into this they got, the more Kurt feared he was taking away Blaine’s basic liberties. Was this really OK? “Do you realize what you’re asking from me? What you’re giving me?”

“Control,” Blaine said, simply. He reached out and took Kurt’s free hand in his, squeezing it. His voice got soft, still a bit nervous, but entirely certain. “I want you to have control, I’m giving it to you, because I love you and I trust you.”

Kurt took a shaky breath. “Alright.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Blaine’s lips. “What about obedience, them?”

“What about it?” Blaine asked quizzically.

“Do you want me to make it a rule?” Kurt asked. This he couldn’t dictate, not if he wasn’t absolutely sure Blaine wanted it. “Do you want a rule that you must do as I say? That would mean even the smallest disobedience would be corrected.” Kurt realized how that sounded, and he was quick to continue. “Discipline would always suit the crime though, of course. If it’s a small infraction it would be a small punishment, a big mistake would earn a harsher punishment-”

“Kurt, it’s OK,” Blaine said, cutting Kurt off with a smile. “I asked for this, remember?” The calm in his eyes was reassuring. “And yes, that’s exactly what I want. I want to do as you say, simple as that. And if I mess up, no matter how small the mistake, I want you to punish me. And I trust you to set the severity.”

“OK,” Kurt said, taking a calming breath and nodding. “Then it’s a rule. Unless you have a justifiable reason, you’ll make sure to always obey me.”

“Yes, Kurt.” Blaine smiled and pressed a reassuring kiss to Kurt’s lips.

Kurt returned the kiss firmly, and he realized his hand was still resting on Blaine’s ass when the boy started to squirm a little. Kurt pulled back, worried he was hurting Blaine, but the boy only blushed when Kurt looked at him.

“Sorry,” Blaine said, a bit bashful. “It’s just... Can I roll on my back?”

“Sure.” 

Blaine rolled off his stomach and his hard cock sprung free.

“Oh...” Kurt grinned, suddenly understanding Blaine’s discomfort. “Did rubbing that cream on your ass make you hard?”

“Obvious-”

Kurt cut him off with a kiss, and at the same time took Blaine’s cock in hand, starting to slowly pump it.

“Mmm!” Blaine moaned into Kurt’s mouth.

Kurt took advantage of Blaine’s surprise to push his tongue past Blaine’s lips, diving and exploring. He moved so he was straddling Blaine’s hips, one hand still on Blaine’s cock, the other pushing up under Blaine’s shirt.

Blaine’s body jerked a little under him, and Kurt pulled back. “I’m going to take this off, OK?” Kurt’s hands played with the hem of Blaine’s shirt.

Blaine nodded and sat up a little, and Kurt carefully pulled Blaine’s shirt up and over his head, leaving him completely bare. Blaine laid back down, looking up at Kurt with a bashful expression.

“You’re so beautiful,” Kurt said, running a gentle hand down Blaine’s torso.

Blaine blushed. “Please, can I see you too?”

Kurt nodded. He pulled his shirt off, then stood up to remove his jeans. He carefully draped their clothes over the back of the desk chair before crawling back onto the bed and hovering over Blaine.

“Please...” Blaine reached for Kurt, a hand on his shoulder tugging. 

“Are you sure you’re not too sore?” Kurt asked, nervous about pressing Blaine harder into the bed.

“I’m sure,” Blaine said. “Please, Kurt, I need you.”

Kurt finally gave in. He surged forward to kiss Blaine, lips crashing together firmly, and Blaine's arms came up to wrap around Kurt's neck. 

Kurt pushed his tongue into Blaine's mouth, dipping and twisting, claiming Blaine as his own. His arms came around Blaine's waist and he lowered his whole body against Blaine’s, pressing him down into the bed. Kurt used his weight to hold Blaine there, chest to chest, as Blaine whimpered into the kiss.

Everything suddenly changed when Blaine shifted and Kurt could feel his hard cock pressing into his thigh. Blaine moaned and rutted up against Kurt.

And Kurt was happy to help. He shifted until his own hard cock was pressing down against Blaine's and it felt so, so good. Kurt broke the kiss with a moan and he started to grind their hips together earnestly.

Kurt could feel every point of contact between their naked bodies, as if his nerves were raw and hypersensitive.

Working on instinct, Kurt reached up for Blaine's arms and grabbed both of his wrists in his hands. He pushed them down to the pillow above Blaine's head and held them still, continuing to thrust his cock against Blaine’s.

"O-Oh," Blaine stuttered, pushing up to test Kurt's strength, finding he couldn't move.

"Mine," Kurt growled, suddenly feeling very possessive. His lips latched onto Blaine's neck and he sucked until he left a mark, clear for anyone to see.

--

"Yours," Blaine agreed, a whimpering moan slipping from his lips as Kurt's mouth trailed hot kisses across his neck, lips open mouthed and wet.

Blaine gasped and brought his legs up, hooking them around Kurt's waist. Pleasure was bolting through him, and he moaned and bucked up against Kurt’s body. Blaine’s hands clenched in Kurt’s grip, and his mouth hung open in another long moan.

Their bodies continued to move together, Kurt thrusting faster against Blaine. The feel of Kurt’s hot cock sliding along side his own was intoxicating, and Blaine tried to push harder up against Kurt.

Kurt kissed his way up to Blaine's ear. "You're so good, such a good boy for me." Kurt’s breathing was getting ragged, and his voice was rough with lust. "You like being held down?" he asked, nibbling and sucking on Blaine's earlobe.

"Please, yes," Blaine managed, voice thin and barely there. Somehow being restrained made Blaine’s entire body light up, desire racing from his hands to his toes. His head was thrown back and his whole body was vibrating with barely contained energy. 

Kurt let out a moaned and thrust harder down into Blaine. He pressed his face to Blaine's neck, hands still pinning Blaine's arms to the bed.

"You're so good, baby," Kurt panted, cock rutting faster against Blaine's. "Such a good boy, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes" Blaine was starting to babble. "Your good boy. Yours, yours." Blaine felt as if he was finally getting what he needed to make him whole.

"My good boy," Kurt moaned.

Kurt moved his grip on Blaine’s wrists to grab Blaine’s hands, interlacing their fingers. Blaine gasped and whimpered, clinging tightly to Kurt’s hands. Sweat glistened on his brow, and he could feel sharp pleasure coiling, ready to burst free.

"Come on, I got you," Kurt whispered, voice broken by lust. "Be a good boy, come for me. Come for me now, baby."

Apparently, that was all Blaine needed to hear. His back arched off the bed with a shout and a gasp, hips jerking spastically as he came.

--

Kurt groaned and his hips snapped forward twice more before he followed Blaine's orgasm and came with a long moan.

Kurt collapsed onto Blaine, both of them breathing heavily. His hands relaxed their hold, and his thumbs rubbed sleepy patterns on Blaine's hands where he had held them so tightly. He pressed his face to Blaine's neck with a sigh and kissed it warmly. They lay like that for a while, and Blaine didn't move his arms from above his head until Kurt tugged them back down to his chest. 

As Kurt pulled Blaine against his chest and let him tangle with Kurt’s long limbs, their breathing grew slower and deeper. Blaine’s curls rose and fell with Kurt’s every breath. As his boyfriend drifted easily into sleep, Kurt wondered where this new dimension in their relationship would take them.

Kurt wondered what they would become, because he could already see it was changing Blaine, and he could feel the ways it was changing him. There was already more power and confidence within him than ever before, inspired by the trust Blaine had placed in him.

But as Kurt watched Blaine sleep, the responsibility of taking care of his beautiful boy weighed on him heavily. The rush of power and control had been intense. 

And it scared Kurt.