Can we have a blurb of reader maybe spanking Me &U Matt? 😍😌👀
Why yes! Of course you can. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get around to this! I hope it was worth the wait! 💕
cw: m!masturbation, vouyerism, degradation, humiliation, punishment, spanking (use of paddle), religious themes/blasphemy, dacryphilia, faux sympathy, matt being a whiny little bratty sub and cumming in his pants 😍
You burst through the front door of your house after a shift at the adult toy store, a wave of excitement washing over you in anticipation for your date tonight with the adorable boy next door, Matt.
"I'm home!" You announced your arrival to your empty house, slamming the heavy door shut behind you. You kicked your well-worn sneakers off in the entryway, tossing your housekeys onto the counter with a clatter. You bounded up the stairs, your socked feet padding against the wooden floorboards as you raced into your bedroom.
The first thing you saw when you threw open your bedroom door was Matt across the way. He was in his room the two of you had painted together, his curtains drawn open to reveal him laying in his bed on his back. He was shirtless, his sweats pulled down a bit, and in his right hand, the fleshlight you'd recently introduced him to. He pumped it back and forth eagerly over his cock, his head tipped back and a look of sheer pleasure on his face.
You narrowed your gaze, a little smirk curving on your lips, your stomach turning with arousal as you watched the private moment he was having with himself. He wasn't supposed to use it without your permission.
You reached into your back pocket to retrieve your cellphone. You clicked on his contact in your phone, watching him slow his movements as his phone started to vibrate. He picked it up on the third ring after feeling around for it in his sheets, still gently stroking himself with his favorite toy.
"Uh, h-hello?" Matt stuttered into the phone, sounding dazed, the breathlessness apparent in his voice.
"Hey, pretty boy," you replied back, still admiring the view through your window. "Whatcha doin'?" You knew damn well what he was doing. But if he was gonna lie to you, well then, he was really asking for it.
"Just at home, reading my bible, waiting for you to get done," he lied through his teeth.
"Oh, reading your bible, huh?" You cocked an eyebrow, your grin growing wider. Reading his bible was far from what he was doing. You thought about calling him out, letting him know that you knew what was really going on, but you decided to let him dig himself into a deeper hole. "Read me a verse."
"Uh," he answered, his eyes widening. "I can do all things through Him who gives me strength," he quietly repeated from memory into the phone, praying that would be enough to keep you from asking more questions. He knew if you found out what he was really doing, he'd be in big trouble.
"Hmm. What does it say after that? Keep going," you tested him, wondering how long it would take him to notice you in the window.
"Since when did you become so interested in The Bible?" Matt asked, trying to change the subject.
"Since when do you talk back so much?" You flirtatiously retorted.
Matt giggled into the phone. "I'm not talking back. I just-"
"I just got home. Why don't you come over?" You cut him off, slowly making your way over to your dresser and opening your drawer where you kept all your tools for occasions like this.
"Um. Yeah, yeah. Just give me five minutes." He bit down on his bottom lip to keep his sounds contained, but a soft moan slipped past them anyway as the fleshlight slowly glided over his length.
"No. Come over. Now. Or else. Meet me in my room." You hung up on him without waiting for a response.
He finally scrambled to his feet and pulled up his grey sweatpants, tucking his very apparent erection into the waistband. He then stuffed the fleshlight into his nightstand drawer and threw on a t-shirt, still oblivious to the fact that you'd seen it all. He raced out of his room, disappearing from your view.
You rummaged through your drawer, finally picking up a pink paddle. You turned it around in your hands, studying the details engraved into the wood. You'd gotten in from your work months ago, and you couldn't wait to finally use it on him. You tucked it behind your back, waiting until you heard your front door open and the sound of Matt's footsteps as he neared your room.
When he appeared in the doorway, he looked flushed, his messy hair sticking up in spots. He avoided eye contact like you'd be able to tell what he was just doing if he looked directly at you for too long. "Uh, hey," he greeted you in a timid voice, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand like he always did when he was nervous.
"Hey," you smirked, taking a step closer to him, still concealing the paddle behind your back. You tilted your head, giving him a quizzical look. "You look guilty."
"Guilty? Of what?" He wondered aloud, still trying to play dumb.
"I don't know. You tell me." Your eyes dropped to the small wet patch on the front of his sweats as you tried to contain a giggle. "You pee your pants or something?"
His eyes followed yours. "Uh, no." He blushed harder, locking his fingers together and dropping his hands in front of his lap to block your view of his precum seeping through the fabric.
"What's that from then, huh?" You questioned him, taking another step closer. Before he could lie to you again, you reached out and grabbed his hard cock, giving it a light squeeze. His jaw dropped, and his eyes fluttered shut as a soft whimper escaped his perfect pink lips. "Did Jesus make you hard or something?" You teased. "Or could it perhaps be because you were using your toy?"
"No.." he replied, his voice trailing off, looking ashamed and averting his gaze once more. "Was not."
"Naughty boy. Don't lie to me. I saw you through the window," you told him, still hiding the paddle behind your back with one hand and the other now drawing a line up his stomach and tracing patterns over Matt's chest through the cotton of his t-shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
He swallowed hard, his gaze meeting yours again. "I told you not to do that," he snapped back, a bit of betrayal in his voice. But you knew if he really didn't want you spying on him, he'd close his curtains when he was touching himself alone in his room.
"And I told you to ask permission before you use that toy," you leaned in and whispered into his ear, your warm breath hitting his skin and your lips grazing his earlobe. "Plus, I think you like when I watch."
He swallowed another dry lump in his throat, more goosebumps forming across his skin. He couldn't deny that you were right. "What's behind your back?" Matt finally had the courage to ask. He'd been wondering since he first walked in.
"Oh, just something I'm gonna straighten you out with. Since you wanna play with that pretty cock of yours without me and then lie to my face about it," you sneered back.
His cock twitched in his pants. "W-what is it?" He asked again, his voice starting to tremble with both nervousness and excitement.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" You smirked, finally pulling the paddle out from behind your back. "Why would you drain your cock all by yourself when you know we have a date tonight, hmm?" You asked, taking the paddle and slapping it against the palm of your hand, demonstrating how you were going to use it on him. "You know the rules."
Matt swallowed, his eyes lingering on the pink wooden paddle you held. "Uh, I-I'm sorry. I know. I didn't mean to.."
"Didn't mean to, huh?" You scoffed, taunting him. "What? Does your fleshlight have a mind of its own? Did it just fall onto your dick and start stroking it by itself?"
"That's not what I meant," he whined. "I mean, I just couldn't help it. I was just so turned on, and it feels so good.." he glanced away again as if he was too embarrassed to look you in the eye, his cheeks turning redder by the second.
"Better than me?" You crossed your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow.
"No, no, not at all," he shook his head, his eyes widening. "I just.. couldn't wait until you got back.."
"Doesn't matter. You still know the rules," you repeated. "Turn around."
"W-what? You're not actually gonna spank me with that thing," he paused, both arousal and humiliation welling up inside of him. "Are you?"
"Turn around and lay down," you ordered him. "Now."
He hesistated once more until you finally came up behind him, twisting his arm behind his back and forcing him onto your bed. "Ow!" He winced as his cheek hit the mattress. "That hurt."
"Oh, that hurt, huh?" You replied back. "Just you wait." You pulled his sweats down, reavealing his bare bottom to you as you maneuvered yourself so that you were straddling the backs of his thighs, pinning him down with your body weight.
You lifted your right hand, pulling back your shoulder and delivering a harsh and powerful thwack! as the paddle came down. Matt squirmed and whimpered beneath you, the punishment and humiliation going straight to his cock.
"Acting like a good Christian boy, but I know what a filthy little thing you are," you teased him. "First you break my rules. Then you lie about it. Naughty boy. You're practically begging for it."
You lifted the paddle again, giving him another swift smack! He yelped beneath you, his bottom reddening. He glanced back at you with his puppy dog eyes, tears already forming in his waterline. "Please. I'm a good boy," he protested, his voice cracking.
"Shhh. Take it," you softly cooed, gently rubbing circles on his sensitive skin with the paddle before lifting it and bringing it down with another loud crack! He struggled beneath you, trying to squirm away, but suddenly he paused, letting out a breathy exhale. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," he replied quietly, sniffling, tears streaming down his blushing cheeks. But you weren't buying it.
You felt him press his hips into the bed again in a rhythmic motion, realizing he was absolutely getting off on the sensation caused by his cock being wedged between his body weight and the mattress. Every time he shifted around, it caused friction, waves of pleasure shooting through his nerve endings.
"Yeah, okay, sure," you smirked, smacking his ass with the pink paddle again.
"This is so embarrassing," he whimpered beneath you, turning around to face you again. Every time he blinked, tears fell from his lashes. He sniffled again, his nose as pink as the paddle in your hand from crying.
"Poor thing," you clicked your tongue, your voice saturated with a curated sympathy that you didn't really even mean. "I know you just can't help yourself, but that doesn't mean you can be a naughty little boy and get away with it."
You brought the paddle down against his butt once more, the sound echoing in your bedroom accompanied by a yelp from the sweet boy beneath you. He was now shamelessly rutting his cock into your mattress, chasing the pleasurable feeling, still begging you not to humiliate him more than you and he had already done.
"Please. You're gonna make me-" he started to say, trying to speak through broken sobs.
"Make you what, hmm? Cum?" You finished his sentence for him as his body started to tremble beneath you, a final moan escaping his lips as his cock twitched, squirting several spurts of cum all on the inside of his pants. White, sticky, warm fluid shot up his stomach and into his belly button.
He buried his face into the mattress, tears and snot soaking into your sheets along with the cum that was seeping through the fabric of his sweatpants and his t-shirt. He was too mortified to look at you. He couldn't believe he'd just finished all over himself, his outfit, and your bed from being spanked, degraded, and the friction caused by his cock being pinned between himself and the mattress.
"Awww. You poor thing," you taunted him, a smirk plastered to your face, pulling him up by his head of hair and whispering into his ear. "Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"