Spanked by Chris Motionless

2.2K 18 4
                                    

I took a deep breath as we finished the song. My band and I were on tour with Motionless In White, and we had the honor of being the first band on the tour to play. Some shitty local band had gone before us, and after us was whatever other band was on the tour with us, then Motionless In White. "Alright guys, that was our last song! We appreciate you all putting up with us!" I said before walking off stage. I went straight outside and lit up a cigarette, trying to relax and hide from Chris. He didn't want me smoking because I was sixteen, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

"Hey sexy! How much for a blowjob?" I heard some guy call. I rolled my eyes and stomped out my cancer stick. "Sorry buddy, I ain't a hooker. go look somewhere else." He came closer to me, and it became obvious he was drunk. "But I want that mouth of yours. Your songs suck, but man do you have a voice." I glared. "Why would I blow some drunk guy, who is obviously much older than me, who hates my music? Go jack off somewhere, assbutt." I started for my bus when I was suddenly shoved down from behind. "Hey!" I growled as I was rolled onto my back and pinned down by Mr. Drunk-Off-My-Ass. "Get off!"

He just held me down and very messily kissed my neck. I felt my stomach churn a bit, not liking that I was getting fucking molested and he had found my weak spot. "God you're sexy...I bet you're real tight..." I tried to throw him off, but he had the advantage of size. I started panicking when he grabbed my crotch. "CHRIS!" I screeched as loud as I could, getting a hard slap to the face. "Shut up, fucking whore!" I cried out in pain as he slapped me again and hit my head on the concrete, though thankfully not hard enough to do a lot of damage. I started crying hard as he tried to get my clothes off. I heard a door open and boots running, then suddenly the drunkard was off of me. I kept my eyes shut as I sobbed and heard a crack.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER YOU DRUNKEN ASS PERVERT!" I was picked up from under my arms and held against a thin but strong chest like a child, being kept in place with one arm. "I need a fucking cop! Some drunk idiot just tried to rape a teenage girl! I'm at Backstage Live. He's out cold, I broke his fucking nose after I pulled him off of her. Just send someone, this guy looks thirty and the girl is sixteen!" After a moment, another arm was holding me to the chest as I cried. "Ssshhh, it's okay, I've got you." My savior cooed. I looked up and saw that it was Chris, instantly relaxing. He rubbed my back until a cop car pulled up.

Two cops got out and started asking questions, and after we answered them they arrested my attacker and assured me he would be dealt with. Chris carried me into his bus and sat on the couch with me on his lap. "It's okay honey, he's never gonna hurt you again." I nodded and sat up, rubbing the back of my head after Chris dried my eyes. "You know it's not safe to go outside alone around here in clothes like that." he said gently, though I knew he was scolding me. "I know..." "Alright, hand them over." I gave him a confused look. "The cigarettes. Now." I looked down. "Um, that was my last one." I lied. His hand darted to my back pocket and yanked out my pack. "Hey!"

"Last one, huh? What have I told you about lying to me young lady?" I bit my lip. "Sorry..." Chris sighed and tossed them on the table before hugging me to his chest. "I'll let it go this time because of what just happened, but next time I'm taking your phone." I suddenly got pissed and stood up, glaring at him. "You don't have the fucking right to take my phone! You ain't in charge of me!" He stood up and crossed his arms, looking down at me with a quirked eyebrow. "Care to repeat that, Rayne?" "You. Have. No. Control. Over. Me." I spat out. "I seem to remember a letter that places you in my care during the tour, which gives me every right to punish you if I deem it necessary."

I narrowed my eyes and growled. "Fuck you! I'm going back out to fucking smoke my fucking cigarettes!" I grabbed my pack and started for the door, squeaking when I was picked up from behind. "PUT ME DOWN!" Chris got me over his shoulder and carried me to the bathroom, grabbed something, then took me back to the lounge. He dropped me on the couch then sat on my right. "What the fu-HEY!" I squirmed in panic as he effortlessly placed me over his lap and pinned my left arm to my back. "Chris no! Please don't spank me! I'm sorry!" I whimpered, my cheeks heating up with a blush.

"It's too late for that, Rayne Christiana. Now take your punishment like the big girl you claim to be." I yelped, my body jerking as his hand delivered a harsh, sharp slap to my ass. He gently rubbed a bit before repeating that cycle two more times. "Alright, now time for the real one." I barely had time to open my mouth before a flurry of slaps landed squarely on my tender, fat ass. "OOWW!" I yelped, squirming around in a pitiful attempt to make him stop. As expected it didn't work, just made him spank harder. "Be still or I will bend you over this couch and use my belt." I froze, biting my lip as he continued.

After a moment he stopped, and I relaxed. I felt him lean over me and looked at the table, my eyes going wide when I saw him picking up a large brush. "NO! Please no! I swear to god I'll behave!" He sat back in place with the brush in hand, tapping my warmed bottom with it and making me wince. "If you stay still while I do this, then your punishment will be over and we can put this all behind us, understand?" I whimpered and nodded, waiting for him to get it over with. I squealed when the brush hit me, tears springing to my eyes. Four hits later, I started thrashing around and spewing out profanities at him.

Chris growled and stopped, dropping the brush to the floor and forcing me to stand up. Before I knew what was happening, I was bent over the couch arm and Chris was using his free hand to take his belt off. "NO! PLEASE!" I cried, though it fell on deaf ears. I wailed as he started bringing the belt down, violently kicking my legs. "Young lady I will not hesitate to pull your shorts down if you don't be still!" "FUCK YOU!" Chris growled in fury, yanking the waist of my shorts down. I choked on a sob, waiting for the next blow. It never came. I looked up at him through tear filled eyes and saw him with his belt raised, just staring at my leg.

I wondered why for a moment before realization hit me like a brick to the face. My scars. There were fresh ones from earlier today. "C-Chris...I-It's no-ot what i-it looks li-ike!" I whimpered. He dropped the painful strip of leather and stood me up, hugging me close to him. I just stood there as he held me and rubbed my back. "Honey, why didn't you come talk to me instead of cutting?" he asked gently, moving us so we were on the couch and he was cuddling me in his lap. I sniffled and shrugged. He maneuvered my shorts back to their proper place, causing fresh tears to spill from my eyes. Chris held me tight and rocked me, talking me into telling him why I had cut.

By the time I finished, I had stopped crying, though my ass was still hot and stinging. "Please, please promise me you'll text me or call me or something if you get the urge again. I won't spank you for it, I just want to help you stop." I just nodded. "I'm sorry...For that and being a total brat...You saved me from getting raped...I won't stop you if you wanna wash my mouth out..." Chris just hugged me tighter and kissed my head. "I'm not gonna do that. Come on, you need to get back to your bus, and I need to get ready." I nodded. "Carry me?"

Chris smiled and held me close, carrying me into my bus. I pretended I was asleep until he set me on the couch. "Am I grounded?" I asked shyly. "Yes. No leaving the bus unless it's for sound check or your set, or unless I say you can." I just nodded and curled up, turning on the TV and closing my eyes to nap. I felt Chris lightly kiss my forehead before he left, and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Spanked by Chris MotionlessWhere stories live. Discover now