Blaine never knew how much he had grown attached to Kurts dominance until Kurt refused to give it to him. After their fight, Kurt claimed that maybe he had been giving Blaine too much attention which led to this "infatuation delusion" he claimed Blaine invented. For that reason, Blaine was cut off from sessions until Saturday. It was torture which was obvious to anyone that saw him.

"Kurt, you have to let up. Blaine begged me to yell at him for not getting the plates clean enough today. I have never seen anything that white in my life, which is bad because I am pretty sure our plates were beige," Rachel said while they were out buying groceries.

"You are the third person to claim I am being too harsh! Santana says that she swears she heard him moan when she told him to do her laundry since she was out of quarters. Dani says that she is scared to let him near her guitar because he polished it too much and its too slick to hold now. You all need to realize I know what I am doing and that is that," Kurt insisted, though a voice sounding suspiciously like his father told him in his mind to stop lying. Kurt had seen the signs and knew this was wrong, but he just couldnt face Blaine yet. If he did, Blaine would just bring up that damn kiss and it would ruin their sessions. Kurt had to get back to professionalism. That was the key to making sure that this would work. He could do that. He just... had to figure out how to make himself stop having dreams about himself and Blaine playing out all of his favorite movies. The worst one was Moulin Rogue. It didnt help that he overheard Blaine singing "Come What May" in the shower before he went to bed, but still.

Kurt stopped fighting the enviable Friday afternoon. Blaine was literally moaning while watching a workout video. Normally, Kurt would understand that, but this one was full of geriatric women trying to “look 65 again.” No, Blaine was watching the video simply because it gave him constant orders to “keep going” and “don't stop” which were what the sub was reacting to, something Kurt could not let slide.

“Blaine, turn it off. I decided your punishment would be better suited by my own hand rather than through passive aggressiveness,” he said in dominate voice as he sent out his warning to the girls. Kurt had never seen a TV switched off faster than a remote could until he said those words. Betty White was instantly silenced, and Blaine was staring at him with blown eyes from his knees.

“Anything! I will do anything to end my punishment early, Sir,” Blaine insisted eagerly, nails digging into his workout pants that left nothing to the imagination to keep his hands from touching his hard on that had only gotten fully hard from Kurt's words. The sub licked his lips, so ready for anything his do-Kurt told him to do. No, Blaine couldn't let his mind think of Kurt in that way or he would be right back where he started with workout videos filling his needs for being controlled.

“Go inflate your bed. I just changed my sheets and am not in the mood to change them again,” Kurt ordered, gesturing to the bed on the other side of the room. “Do not leave your knees. I normally don't want you hurting them, but that is part of your punishment today. I want you to remember that our relationship is only this, me taking care of your needs, nothing more.” Blaine scurried over on his knees, not letting himself crawl to stabilize his movements out of fear that Kurt would see this as failing to follow orders. Blaine was going to be the perfect sub if it killed him today. He started to grab the air pump when Kurt shook his head.

“You are inflating it with your mouth. I want to watch your lips around that giant hole filling it up with air. Make it worth my time,” the dom ordered as he took off his shirt. Blaine whimpered with need and nodded as he opened the rubber stopper for the air mattress. He began to blow air into the nozzle, moaning occasionally as he imagined that his mouth was on Kurt's cock. The bed was a poor comparison, but Blaine would make do. He licked the sides, covered the thing entirely with his mouth, and even sucked back in a few times but made sure to quickly spit out the carbon dioxide before he got lightheaded. The whole time, he looked into Kurt's eyes that turned blue-grey when aroused. Had it been anyone else, Kurt would have had them stop after a few seconds because the whole thing was a little bizarre, but he was too far lost in the idea of those lips doing all of that to his cock to even consider how it would look to an outside observer. The problem was that while the visual was doing its job, the mattress was fair from being filled up for what was coming soon.

“That's enough. Use the pump now on the bed and get back over here,” Kurt ordered in a much lower register. Blaine grabbed the pump and shoved the hose inside the nozzle and turned it on quickly. As the pump hummed to life, Blaine shuffled on his knees over to Kurt, falling twice in his haste, but not caring. He looked at the ground and waited for instructions, thanking any powers that be that Kurt decided to do this while Blaine's clothes could accommodate his throbbing dick. Kurt looked him over and thought about his next move. He took a moment before his eyes fell on the ottoman for the chair.

“Strip and then bend over that footrest. I am going to finish your punishment with ten spankings and then I am going to take you dry. You will count each strike and thank me for them. When we are finished with the spankings, you will go get on air mattress as fast as possible on your knees. Remember your safe words if things get too much,” Kurt said. Blaine simply nodded and began following orders, soon naked with his ass in the air, waiting for his punishment. The dom licked his lips at the sight. He couldn't really appreciate the sight of Blaine naked that one night they shared, too lost in the need for comfort and care. This time, though, his sub's needs were not his focus. Kurt stopped walking midstep as he realized what his mind just thought. No. He was not to be claiming Blaine as his. He had other subs. They were clients. Blaine was a client.

‘Kid, you need to stop lying to yourself. That is the worst lie of all,' his father's voice seemed to echo in his mind. Shit. He wasn't supposed to lose focus during these meetings! He grit his teeth and shoved those thoughts deep down and returned to his task. He walked over to Blaine and situated him so he wouldn't strain his back bending down to smack that perfectly round ass. He smirked and let the first smack fly.

“One. Thank you, Sir,” Blaine moaned. He could already feel the heat radiating off of the spot Kurt hit, knowing it was the perfect smack. It would sting later, but Blaine would not bruise or be too seriously hurt. He bit his lip as another strike hit his other cheek. “Two. Thank you, Sir,” he panted, trying to keep himself from rutting against the footstool underneath him. Two strikes came rapidly which made Blaine cry out, “THREEfour. Thank you, Sir.” He continued to count each hit, but they all seemed to run together after five. His rear was so warm compared to the empty room and it gave him chills. It didn't help that Blaine was already sweating from all of this submissive build-up he seemed to have from the lack of dominance over the last couple of days. He needed this, craved this. If he thought he could have gotten away with it, he would have orgasmed from the spankings alone, but he knew Kurt wanted him to wait. He scrambled over to the now filled bed and reached for condoms he kept handy for late night masturbation sessions. He handed on behind him without a word, hoping Kurt hadn't already left the room to grab some himself. His silent question was answered as the package was taken from his hand without another word. He quickly rolled his on and waited for Kurt.

Kurt was so far gone it was not even funny. He should have punished Blaine differently since he clearly enjoyed the spanking too much, but the power he got from each smack and the way Blaine practically screamed each number was too good. He had to finish the task and had to take the bright red ass hard and rough. He was never so glad to see a condom in his life than when it was grasped between those two fingers that Kurt had seen fuck the hole below him. He rolled it on quickly and slammed inside without warning or care. Blaine was already tight, clearly having let his stretching exercises go with being cut off. It wouldn't be enough to hurt either of them, but he was just tight enough to give Kurt the mental image of taking Blaine's virginity. He started a hard and fast pace, lost in his imagination. It ended too fast for him to even try to give Blaine an idea what was going on before he was screaming, “FUCK! BLAINE! YES! CUM BLAINE! FINISH!” He knew the sub obeyed as the already tight channel squeezed his quickly wilting hard on of its entire load.

 It was only when they were lying there panting that they heard a chirping noise. “My… my phone…,” Blaine explained. He blindly reached for it while Kurt climbed off of him when Blaine noticed he had a voicemail message and a text message, both from Cooper. His brow furrowed as he went to play the voicemail first since it was older.

“Hey short stuff, it's Coop. I got an early fight and am on my way to your new place. Figured you were there since you weren't at school or the diner. Be there in five!” his brother said cheerfully through the phone, turning Blaine's blood cold as he saw that the message was from fifteen minutes earlier. The text had just come in seconds before, scaring the sub more than the voicemail.

‘Hey… um… looks like you are busy. Guess I should have waited for you to call back. I'm going to wait at the diner until you and… your friend are less busy. Text me when you are headed my way. P.S.-I know you are the gay one, but this guy is much cuter than your last asshole. P.P.S-Ask him what his tattoo says. I couldn't read it from where you guys were banging. ;)'

“Sir, may I have permission to go either die of embarrassment or kill my brother? He just caught us having sex.”