O-One, You say between a sob when your boyfriend’s hand slaps your ass for the first time out of many to come tonight. Chris wasted no time yanking you inside his bedroom and bending you over his legs. The apologies you’ve been spewing out fly over his head, squirming continuously but his hold of your hands behind your back keeps you in place. 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴. The flesh of your naked body is hot as you’re laid stomach first on his lap. You know you shouldn’t have acted the way you did, but you couldn’t help it. You’re a brat of all things. I’m sorry! You cry with tears brimming your eyelids, his hand spanking you once more. I didn’t mean to! If you didn’t mean to you wouldn’t have done it in the first place. Chris snarls back, followed by another smack. Keep counting, He says through gritted teeth. 𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗞. Four… five… six! You yell, his hand keeping contact with both ass cheeks. It tingles, the numbness getting more intense each hit. This is going to leave some killer bruises when the maroon fades; you’re going to end up not being able to sit for days.