Spencer Charnas One Shots

XLI. Lose The Attitude

hi yes hello. im back after getting my teeth cut out. finally have the motivation and strength to update :)

* no warnings, just some roughhousing

I laid upside down on the couch, bored as hell. Spencer wasn't going to be getting home from work for a while and I had nothing better to do besides lay around. I was off work, barely had any friends, and I spend most of my time with my boyfriend. I know his career is important, but it sucks when he has to be away all day long.

ugh why can't you be home yet
I feel like death
spencerrrrr
pick up your phone ir I'll smack you
or*
see I'm so bored I can't even type
answer meeeeeeee

ugh im gonna hit you when you get back

I spammed him with messages. His phone was probably off, so he'd just get all of these when he turned it on again. I'd watched movies, listened to music. I cleaned the damn kitchen. A grown adult shouldn't be this bored. I shook my head and sat my phone on my chest, waiting for it to make any sort of noise. It didn't.

pick up ur damn phone
just say something to me
please
please
u whore
LOOK AT UR PHONE
SPENCERRR

lose the attitude.

I finally got a response. It kinda shocked me, but I couldn't stop staring at it. Me? Lose my attitude? I didn't have an attitude! I was just bored!

Maybe a bit of an attitude. But my comeback was too good,

grab me by the throat and tell me to lose the attitude. <3

I gulped and waited to see if he would respond again. I saw the three dots pop up and he typed. It was there for about a minute before a message cane through.

we'll see.

Spencer never used periods. And now, of all times, I was worried. Sexually worried. Spencer was dominant, in everything we did. Driving, ordering food, shopping, and especially in bed. I don't mind being thrown around, though. We talked about it a lot, and just a while ago, he finally got comfortable enough to be rough. He says I'm fragile.

I didn't bother responding this time. I just say my phone on my stomach and shivered at the thought of his hand around my throat.

*

I sat on the couch now, scrolling through TikTok. Chris did an 'open verse challenge' for Masterpiece and I was thinking of doing something. My singing voice wasn't so good, but it never hurts to try. He said the top two will be singing live at a concert in the future, but I already go to concerts with INK, so it wasn't a big difference for me.

I heard the car door close outside and I smiled, jumping up. I walked towards the door like a puppy whose owner just got home with a big grin. Spencer opened the door and barely even looked at me before shutting it and taking his shoes off. He walked straight past me and I turned to watch him. Without turning around, he motioned for me to follow him. Uh oh.

I followed him into our bedroom and stood in silence as he slipped his shirt off. I was frozen in place until he walked to me and shut the door, pushing my back against it, his hands beside my head. His eyes bore holes into mine. "So," he ran one of his hands' knuckles across my cheek, "You really got on my nerves at work."

I didn't both saying anything. I just stared up at him, until he spoke again, "Use your words."

"Y- Yes.." I said loud enough for him to hear. He continued the motion with his knuckles but moved his eyes across my face now.

"And you knew that today was an important day."

"Yes.."

"Yes what?" he gently grabbed my chin and I gulped.

"Y- Yes sir." The words sent chills down my spine. I've only called him that a couple times. And I know he likes it.

"So why did you keep bothering me? And don't you dare say 'I don't know'," he whispered. I held my eyes closed for a moment before opening them again to find his staring again.

"I- I was bored.." I whimpered out. He smirked once my voice cracked. I was seriously sexually afraid of the man. I was soaked by now. He moved the hand from my face down to my core and gently put his hand in my underwear.

"Mm, you're so wet. But you're not getting anything tonight," he said with a devilish look. His hand came up to his mouth and he licked his fingers, wrapping that hand around my throat. He squeezed and gently lifted me onto my tiptoes so we were eye-to-eye. "Hm, what am I gonna do with you?" He scanned my body as that smirk never left his face.

"You have a thong on, darling?" he questioned. I slightly nodded. "Good. Because I'm gonna bend you over my knee until your ass is burning red." Ah, there it was. Knew it was coming. He leaned closer and gently licked around my ear, letting go of me and pulling away to go sit on the bed.

I already knew the drill. It's happened in past relationships and I've ran it by him before. I quickly pushed down my pants and stepped out of them. I walked over to Spencer and waited for him to get situated before I laid across his lap. I can see where he gets the fragile from now. "How about 20? 16 for the messages you sent me and four because you're just a bad girl. You're gonna count."

He gently rubbed my ass with his hand before it raised and came down against my soft skin. I jumped and winced, "One.." It was already stinging. He wasn't holding back. By the way his stomach moved, I could tell he was silently chuckling.

He did it again, "Two." And again, "Three." And he went painfully slow all the way up to 20. At just 19, my eyes were watering. I didn't think I could take any more, but as he soothed me through it, I got the final slap to my ass.

"Good girl," he whispered. I nodded and laid limp over his lap, breathing a little heavy. I didn't expect him to lift me and lay me on my stomach though. I gasped when I felt his lips pepper kisses all down my lower back, ass, and back of my thighs. "I'll go get the ice pack," and he walked off.

I laid in defeat. It wasn't long before he came back and let out a chuckle. "If you take up the whole bed I can't lay with you." I groaned into the bed sheets. "You did this to yourself, babe."

I slowly moved to where I was laying with my face now in the pillow. I felt the bed shift and then the old ice pack on my ass after a towel was laid down. He put his hand on my back and I turned my head to look at him. He wore a silly grin. "You still wanna hit me?"

"Yes. But my ass hurts. So I'll do it tomorrow." He boomed out with laughter and I soon followed.

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