Blaine knew his place. He was so happy being Kurt's sub, happier than he'd ever been. On his knees, at the front door, waiting for Kurt, wearing nothing, the vibrator Kurt kept in him reminding him that he was taken, that he was Kurt's and only Kurt's, that when Kurt was around he could just let go. He was always so together. He had to be so in control, and it was nice to not have to think about anything. He just had to obey.

A knock at the door, the sound of the knob turning and a familiar voice humming softly. Kurt was home.

“Good boy.” Kurt's hand cupped Blaine's face, and he nuzzled into it, glowing from the praise. “I have something special planned, so long as you stay good. Remember our rules and the safeword. Got it?”

He nodded vigorously, knowing better than to vocalize his response but also that Kurt needed a clear response before he would move on.

“Meet me in the bedroom. I still have work to finish up.”

Kurt headed to the kitchen, posture perfect as ever, and Blaine crawled to the bedroom. Rule number three: don't stand up without permission. He was hard already thinking about what Kurt would do, would have him do. And maybe, just a little, he was looking forward to what would happen when he disobeyed.

What seemed like hours, but couldn't possibly have been more than ten minutes, passed before Kurt opened the door. He found Blaine on his knees, head bowed, waiting for Kurt's orders. Exactly as he was supposed to.

“On the bed, face down. Five seconds.”

Blaine had never moved faster. Three seconds and he was in position, legs spread, presenting his ass, stretched and red around the vibrator.

“Not bad,” Kurt affirmed, mildly impressed with his sub's speed.

“Th-” Blaine clamped his mouth shut the second the first sound left his lips. What the fuck was he doing?

“You broke a rule, Blaine. And you know exactly what happens to rule-breakers,” Kurt's voice was soft, dangerous, and he leaned down close to finish his sentence, propping himself up on one hand, the other one hovering over his sub's ass, “They get punished.”

Blaine's eyes were closed, all his energy was focused on not talking, on not breaking a single rule. He breathed in, out, in, out, trying to focus. He knew he deserved the punishment.

Kurt's heat was gone from his back, but Blaine knew he was watching. He didn't dare move. He could only wait.

A sudden emptiness, the sharp crack of wood on flesh, pain radiating from Blaine's ass. A spanking. That was his punishment. “Count for me.”

“One.”
Another crack. Harder this time, but in exactly the same place, the center of his right cheek. It hurt in the best possible way. “Two.”

The third was higher, right at the top of his crack. “Three.”

The next three came in quick succession, hard, fast, on his left cheek. He wanted more, so much more. “Four, five, s-six.”

This time right where his ass met his thighs. He was trying not to make a sound other than counting, and it was proving difficult. “Se-seven.”

There was a pause.

Smack. Harder than before, right in the center of his ass. Oh, god, that hurt the most. He was trying so hard not to moan. “Eight.”

Another pause. Blaine was biting his lip to stop himself from moaning Kurt's name, from making so many noises from the way the pain was so pleasurable.

Nine and ten were quick, centered, making sure the point was driven home. “Nine... ten...”

“Alright, I think you've learned your lesson. Do not speak unless I tell you to. You know this, that's why your punishment was so harsh. You should be able to control yourself a bit better, especially in response to praise. Can you stay quiet? Or do I have to gag you?”

Blaine nodded. He wouldn't have minded being gagged, he actually liked it quite a bit, but he felt that pleasing Kurt was far more important, and keeping quiet on his own would do just that.

“Good. But the next sound you make without permission will disappoint me. Prove to me that you can be good, and you might get a little reward.”

He hadn't noticed it in the heat of his spanking, but without the vibrator, Blaine felt open, exposed, so ready to be used.

“Hm... what to do next. How about... just tying you up with the vibrator in you, playing with it, not letting you come. That'd be fun.”

Blaine had to close his eyes, focus on only his breathing, to stop from moaning at the mere thought. He wanted to beg for it, but knew that would only end badly for him. And he had already displeased Kurt once.

“Or... I could...” Kurt trailed off thoughtfully, toying with the vibrator. Blaine wanted to know what his Dom was thinking, what he was in for. “Sit up. Don't move, don't make a sound, and most importantly, don't come.”

Blaine sat up obediently, doing his best to ignore the sting from his earlier punishment.

“Actually, you know what? I think you'd look even prettier bound and gagged.”

At this, Blaine did moan. He just couldn't contain it. In an instant, he found himself on all fours, being held in place by Kurt's strength.

“I was going to let you come eventually, but now, I'm not so sure. You broke the same rule twice. Now, you pay. Big time.”

Kurt grabbed rope, looping it through a cutout in the headboard, and bound Blaine's hands to it. He spread Blaine's legs wide, binding them to the sides of the bed with handcuffs. He put a ball gag in Blaine's mouth, and stepped back to admire his work. The restraints were simple, far less intricate than what he could have done, but they certainly did their job. Blaine tugged on them, testing their strength, and found himself almost completely immobile. He was being stretched, and god, he loved it.

Kurt left him to retrieve something. Blaine was alone to imagine what was about to happen to him. A brutal beating, teasing and then being left there, unable to do shit, whatever it was he knew it'd be so amazing. He knew he deserved what was to come.

His Dom returned with a box. Oh, Blaine knew what toys were in that box, and he was torn between fear and love for it. So much pain awaited him. He wanted this, he deserved it. The anticipation, so much anticipation. What would Kurt pull out of that box?

Gloves. Wait... shit. Fuck. Vampire gloves. He had nearly forgotten about those. Kurt had bought them on a whim, and tested them out that night. They were so intense. Blaine loved it.

Blaine closed his eyes. He just wanted to feel. He wanted to feel the sharp drag of spikes on his skin. He wanted to feel them break the skin, feel the blood leak through his shredded skin.

The spikes were resting lightly on his inner thighs, barely touching him, not even heavy enough to cause pain. Then, with no warning at all, they dug in. Hard.

The pain was so intense, so good. Blaine couldn't hold back a cry, a plead for more, more, so much more. He loved the pain, wanted it to never end. His ass was still warm. Lines were being burned in fire and blood up his thighs, back and back and back, until Kurt grabbed harshly at Blaine's ass. The spikes dug into the tender flesh, and Blaine's mind went blank. Completely blank from the pain and the pleasure and the need for more. He was screaming out Kurt's name, the gag turning it into a jumbled mess, and Blaine couldn't take it. He needed to come so badly, needed the pressure to lift and leave him panting.

The spikes were dragged down his legs, followed by trails of blood. He was screaming and trying to buck his hips up into the air, trying to get friction from nothing because his cock was aching, felt like it was exploding, and he was so lost in the pain, in the twisted pleasure, that he didn't know what to do but scream into the gag.

It stopped. The marks still burned, but there was no new pain, no gloves raking trails into his body. It was over. He had been punished.

“I think that's enough. You look so pretty, bleeding from these spikes.” Kurt took off his right glove, unclasped the ball gag, and kissed Blaine's sore mouth.

“Thank you, Sir. I- that was... that was amazing.”

“Glad you liked it. I'm not quite done yet, so shut up and let me finish. I'm sure you won't mind what I'm about to do.”

Blaine nodded, letting himself fall back into subspace. His mind went blank, all he had to do was obey, earn the elusive “Good boy.”

“Now, one thing. Don't come until I tell you to.” Kurt's hand was on Blaine's cock. It was warm, soft, loving, and yet had that power that only Kurt could use in that way that drove Blaine mad. Pleasure was clouding his ability to obey; all Blaine wanted was to come, but he knew better. He knew that if he did, he'd regret it. He'd thought the vampire gloves were painful. How about not being allowed to come for days and still having this kind of treatment every night. He focused on his breathing, on keeping himself contained. Kurt's hand was moving faster, so fast, and Blaine was just trying to hold himself out for another second, two seconds, thirty, a minute. He had to obey. That was all.

“You want to come, bitch? Tell me. Moan for me. Make me want to let you come.” Kurt's hand slowed down to where it was almost painful.

“Ngh, oh god, please, Sir. Please let me come. I want to, I need to, I don't think I can stop it. Please, please, please, Sir.”

“Hm. More. Still not convinced.”

“Oh god, please, I need it so badly. I can't hold it, I really ca-”

“Yes, you can. Now shut up, I've had enough.”

Blaine's mouth clamped shut. Kurt's hand left him, it was just a bit easier to contain himself. He was being untied, he could move again. He was flipped onto his stomach, scratched and bloody ass exposed for Kurt's using. Cold lube was on him. He had earned something in his ass. He had been good enough, after all.

“You've been good, even with the talking. I think you deserve this.” A familiar finger was in him, then two, then three. The stretch was so, so good. And then, he could feel Kurt's cock at his entrance. He relaxed himself, tried to be good. Kurt was entering him, stretching him, filling him with that familiar shape. Breathe in, breathe out. Don't move, don't speak.

“Good boy.” And then Kurt was thrusting, fucking him roughly into the mattress, using him for his own pleasure. This was Blaine's favorite part. The marks from the gloves burned pleasure, and he was so, so close to coming.

He heard Kurt's breath heavy behind him, heard the moans, heard the slap of skin on skin. Kurt was moving faster and faster, his cock was pulsing hot inside him. “Now. Come.”

Blaine tensed and released, flooded with the warmth of orgasm. He was filled, completely filled, so, so aware of Kurt's cock pulsing inside him. His limbs were jelly, he flattened on the bed under Kurt's weight, who pulled out, shuffled around a bit, then kissed his neck and whispered he was going to clean up.

Blaine smiled. The scene was over. Kurt never bothered cleaning up until it was. He shifted, and winced. His ass was abused. Very abused. But he loved it. And, of course, he was still a little loopy. That was what happened when you let Kurt do what he wants.

He felt Kurt move on the bed, felt something on his ass. Of course. Kurt had to clean his wounds. He had to heal properly before the next scene, and an infected ass would be far from pleasant. Blaine used the slowly returning strength in his arms to pull a pillow close to him. He needed something to hug, and his lover was a bit busy at the moment. He was rolled onto his side, gently,and a washcloth wiped his chest clean. The cloth cleaned the excess cum off the sheets, but there were still spots. They'd have to wash it, but now was not the time for that. And then Kurt was gone, but only for a moment.

“So, how was that, love?” Kurt slipped into his place beside Blaine.

“No words. The vampire gloves were an excellent punishment, especially after a spanking. Might be a bit difficult to sit tomorrow, but I'm sure I'll manage.”

“Good, glad to hear you liked that. Now sleep, and in the morning I can make breakfast. You need rest, mon amore.”

Mon amore. My love. My love. He was Kurt's. Always Kurt's.