The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the TikTok video playing on repeat. Taylor lay sprawled across the plush couch, the soft fabric of her oversized sweatshirt slipping off one shoulder. Her heart raced as she watched edit after edit of Travis-his infectious smile, the way he threw a football, the way he commanded the field. It was captivating, but it wasn't the only thing capturing her attention.
Beside her, hidden just out of sight, lay her favorite pink vibrator. As the video played, she felt a surge of boldness wash over her. Travis was at practice, and she had the house to herself. With a playful grin, she reached for the toy, a rush of excitement coursing through her.
She turned it on, the soft buzzing filling the quiet space, and as she settled back into the cushions, she let herself indulge in the moment. The pleasure was electric, and as she moved the vibrator over her sensitive skin, she couldn't help but moan softly, her eyes glued to the screen where Travis shone like the star he was.
Lost in her own world, she was oblivious to the sound of the front door opening.
Travis walked in, still wearing his practice gear, a towel draped around his neck, sweat glistening on his skin.
He called out for her, but the
excitement of the moment dulled her senses to his presence.
That was until he stepped into the living room and froze, his eyes widening at the sight before him. Taylor's face was flushed, her breathing heavy, and the unmistakable pink toy was in her hand, resting against her.
"What the hell, Tay?" he exclaimed, the shock quickly morphing into a blend of amusement and possessiveness.
Startled, Taylor's eyes shot wide open, and she quickly scrambled to hide the vibrator beneath the couch cushion, her cheeks burning crimson. "I-I wasn't doing anything!" she stammered, knowing full well the lie dripped from her lips.
"Does it look like you weren't doing anything?" Travis crossed his arms, a smirk playing on his lips despite the seriousness of the situation. "You know the rules. This"—he gestured toward the hidden vibrator-"is mine. You don't get to play with yourself without my permission."
Her rebellious side ignited, and she shot him a defiant look. "What if I wanted to? What if I just needed a little fun?"
The corner of his mouth turned up, and his playful demeanor shifted into something more intense. "Then you clearly need a lesson."
Before she could respond, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to her feet and leading her toward their bedroom.
Taylor's heart raced with a mix of excitement and apprehension as he pushed her onto the bed.
"Twenty spanks," he declared, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.
"And then we'll see about a little fun."
She felt a thrill run through her, a shiver of anticipation dancing along her spine.
"You can't be serious," she teased, biting her lip, daring him to follow through.
"Oh, I'm very serious," he said, his tone low and sultry. He positioned himself beside her, raising his hand and bringing it down sharply against her backside, the sound echoing in the room.
"Count," he commanded, delivering another swift spank, and Taylor gasped, a mix of pleasure and surprise flooding through her.
"One," she breathed, unable to suppress a smile.
The rhythm continued, each smack eliciting a gasp or a moan from her lips, and with each strike, she felt the heat pooling inside her grow. The playful brat in her loved the attention, the punishment turning into something electrifying.
"Ten," she cried out, the sting mingling with exhilaration.
"Halfway there," he grinned, clearly enjoying the control. He delivered the remaining spanks with a mixture of firmness and care, his fingers grazing her skin afterward, soothing the heat he'd created.
When he finally finished, he leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear.
"You know better than to disobey me," he whispered, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Maybe I like when you punish me," she shot back, a playful spark igniting in her eyes.
Travis chuckled, the sound low and deep, as he shifted above her, his eyes darkening with desire. "Then maybe I'll give you something else to think about."
