Fic: Oh Brother (Good Ol' Days)
Series: The Good Ol’ Days
Title: Oh Brother
Genre: Kink
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1500
Summary: Kurt gets himself in trouble. So does Puck. Oops. Spanking. Temperature play.
AN: If anyone has any ideas for future parts shoot em my way.
By this time, Puck was used to being punished. He was just a kid and not a very well behaved one at that. Kurt, however, had taken on the older brother role and Puck had never before seen him punished. He knew that Kurt was kind of being a brat at school that day, but didn't know that would carry on at home.
He sat quietly, cross legged on the floor. Burt had told him that watching Kurt get punished would be good for him.
Puck couldn't help hold his breath as Burt pulled down Kurt's pants. They came down with his underwear in one quick motion, exposing Kurt's pale backside to the room. Kurt stepped out of his underwear, indignantly. Puck wondered if he looked that humiliated when Burt was punishing him. Kurt's face was as flaming red as Puck knew that his ass was going to be.
Burt commanded Kurt steadily. "Lay down. On your back. On the bed."
Puck looked interested but tried to hide it. How was he going to spank Kurt like that?
Kurt lay back, looking very fearful. Puck couldn't help think about how much he'd like to put his hand in Kurt's and hold it, comforting him.
Puck's mouth hung open when Burt gripped Kurt's legs with one of his hands and lifted them up. He also couldn't help look at how exposed Kurt was, but quickly looked away with some bit of modesty.
He heard the smack and had to look up again. He watched as Burt's massive hand came down on Kurt's backside. He had been spanked so many times himself but he couldn't help whimper right along with Kurt. He was so tiny and fragile. He couldn't take it as well could he? Burt spanked his son relentlessly from the bottom of his thighs all the way down. Kurt was crying quickly, sobbing because it was just so damned humiliating, the position, being watched.
Finally, it stopped, or so Puck thought. Burt let go of his son's legs and Kurt laid flat. He turned to Puck then. "Would you say Kurt was being a brat today at school?" he asked.
Oh, no. Puck did not want to be the bad guy in that situation. He was screwed. If he ratted Kurt's bitchy behavior out then he was going to be further punished - and Kurt was whimpering and crying now. If he didn't tell, Burt would know and he'd be the one with the red ass.
Puck looked down. "He was snappy and rude. He argued with Mr. Schue in glee rehearsal today and called Rachel some...rude things." He felt like a rat, a snitch. It really hurt and Kurt's whine made him feel guilty.
"Like?"
"A drama queen diva, and...obsessive."
Burt's hand on his shoulder was terrifying. "I'm asking you again. Is that what he really said?"
"He called her an obsessive bi-" Puck caught himself. "He used the b-word."
"Oh for heaven's sake!" Kurt cried, shifting on the bed to protect his bottom and covering his front with a hand. "He's got a trucker mouth half the time and he's gonna rat me out for one word once, while Rachel was having a diva fit? Not fair! Please..."
Burt frowned. "That's no type of language for a little boy to use. Kurt, I'm harder on you because you've had time to know better. Noah's ...not quite there yet."
Puck hated the shame that rose to his face at that.
Burt tapped his shoulder. "Get your little gift, son. Kurt isn't done yet."
Puck got up on wobbly legs and retrieved the paddle from the desk drawer. He had felt it's sting once or twice, like when a sexual comment to Santana made it's way to the Hummel house or when he was late to a meeting with his daddy. He reluctantly handed it over, silently apologizing to Kurt.
"Kurt, stand up."
"Please, no," he whimpered but stood anyway.
Burt sat on the bed in his place, scooting back a little and turned his attention on Puck. "Sit here with me son."
He did as he was told. "Now Kurt," he lectured. "Rachel is a fine young woman and not only that; she's your stepbrother's girlfriend. Plus, we do not talk about women like that. Little boys do not use that kind of language. I'm gonna give you fifteen more - hard. You know its cause I love you."
Kurt nodded. "Yes daddy."
"I won’t tolerate this kind of behavior. You'll count them out this time and you can lay your head on your brother's lap ok?"
"Okay daddy..."
Burt pat his lap and Kurt positioned himself over it. He laid his head on Puck's thigh, his chin poking into the other boy's leg. His backside was positioned over his father's lap, waiting for the spanking to resume.
Burt cracked down the small wood paddle without warning.
"Ow! Ow!"
"Kurt count. I warn you again and I start over."
Kurt didn't need any more warning. "One..." he whimpered.
Another crack and Kurt's fingers dug into his leg as well. "Two!"
"Three," and Puck felt tears through the fabric of his jeans. He looked at Burt questioning. "Can I?" he asked, reaching, wanting to comfort Kurt.
Burt nodded and he stroked Kurt's hair, revealing his red face, scunched eyes and tears. It was heartbreaking.
"Four...ow! Five."
He dared to peek at Kurt's backside. It was dark red.
"Six...seven....eight!"
Eight was sobbed and Kurt kicked a little. Burt just held him down with his unused hand. Puck continued to pet Kurt lightly, brushing his cheek and wiping some of the tears.
"Nine...ten....please.”
Kurt stopped kicking and whining for the last five strikes. His legs fell limp and he was whining and sniffling low. He reached out and grabbed Puck’s hand and Puck held it back. “You did good,” he mumbled low.
Burt nodded. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry,” Kurt mumbled. He shifted his head and laid directly in Puck’s lap. Puck groaned a little, quiet. This was not supposed to turn him on. What kind of sick bastard was he? He and Kurt were pseudo-related now. Well, his daddy had got him off before…but still.
“You can get up,” Burt said thankfully. "Kurt, go downstairs, get dressed in your pajamas and wait for your brother." The command was harsh, angry and unwilling to bend.
Kurt sniffled hard. "Yes daddy," he said softly. He walked slowly, in a considerable amount of pain. Puck still couldn't believe that Kurt's pale backside could get that dark red and blotched with near bruises starting to form. Kurt was shaking slightly. "Goodnight."
"I'll come up and tuck you in."
Burt turned his attention on Puck. His eyes traveled downward to the bulge in his pants. "I told you to watch that sex drive if yours," he said shaking his head in disapproval. "Now even your brother does it for you? I'm ashamed."
Puck squirmed under the attention. He hoped that his daddy would take care of it. He promised that only he would take care of those urges so he needed to take care of it. He tugged down Puck's pants quickly, revealing his mostly hard cock. He eyed it, long and hard. "Step," he said and Puck stepped out of his pants. Burt sighed. "Bathroom.”
He nodded and hurried into the bathroom.
“Shower,” Burt said and it was enough to make the naked boy rush into the shower.
His daddy turned on the shower and - shit it was cold. “Sh…” he breathed but he had been trained well to watch his mouth - the threat of soap was used quite often in their makeshift household.
The chilled shower was definitely enough to kill his erection.
His daddy kept him in there for a few more minutes before getting him out.
“I have quite the punishment in mind for you for trying to withhold information about Kurt’s delinquency,” he said. “But tonight’s been a long night for me and frankly, I’m tired.”
He wrapped a way-too-tiny towel around the boy’s waist and ushered him toward the basement.
Kurt was downstairs, dressed in his pajamas, sitting at the foot of the bed. He looked sore and his face was red and slightly blotchy. It was cute.
“In bed, both of you.”
He hadn’t given Puck clothes to wear. “But…”
“I said bed.”
Oh god, the man was pure evil, but he adored him. He had also raised a quite evil son, because Kurt got in bed and snuggled up, backside into his front. He could feel the heat there. This was going to be a long night.