PLEASE write me a spanking session with Jeongguk I’m begging 🥺
OH HELLLLLLL YEAAAAAAAAAA
warnings: gratuitous spanking from rich exec, Jeongguk .
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“I told you you’d get in trouble,” Jeongguk said as he slidhis hand down the smooth skin of your back. You were laid out across his kneesas he sat on the edge of the bed. He was fully clothed, much to your chagrin,but you were bare from head to toe and far from getting anything you wanted.You had flirted a little too much with the bartender in his opinion,even if it did get him quite a few free drinks. Your ass cheeks were red, andthe sting was not quite going away.
He had warned you when you brought him his thirddrink. His eyes were dark as you walked up and they glistened menacingly in thelight.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked with a straightface.
You had tried to act coy. “What do you mean?”
You sat the drink in front of him and he grabbed your wristbefore you could pull away.
“_____. What are you doing?”
“Getting you drinks.” There was no use fighting him, you knewexactly what he was talking about.
“You can quit flirting now. I can afford the tab.” You knewhe could, his credit card was black after all, but there was some satisfactionknowing that you had the effect that got you free drinks. You’d also be lyingif you said you didn’t like it when Jeongguk got jealous. When you first methim, you thought he was way out of your league, you being a cocktailwaitress and him an executive at a gaming company, but he proved that wrongwhen he asked for your number and took you on date after date until he wasasking you to quit your job and move in.
He watched you silently as you brought yet another drink tothe table without having paid for it.
“You’re really doing this, huh?” He looked almost sorry ashe smiled sadistically at you.
That’s what got you here in such a compromising position. Hishand came down hard on your right cheek. If only he were doing this whilenaked, it would make it better, but there was something carnal that aroseinside of you knowing you were dripping on his designer jeans and the amount ofwillpower he held when it came to torturing you. He held both wrists behindyour back in his left hand. He leaned on his right hand, elbow in the small ofyour back, and you heard him hum as he mocked thinking.
“You wouldn’t be like this if you listened, you know?”
All you could do was whimper. You loved this. You loved thelong torturous nights of him spanking you until your skin was numb. Some nightshe’d fuck you, others he would tuck you into bed when you were done and nestleup behind you, falling asleep instantly as if he hadn’t done a thing. Themystery is what kept you going; you never knew how this would end.
Four more slaps, one right after the other, landed againstyour skin; two for each cheek.
“I’m not really sure if I should fuck you tonight or evenfor the rest of the week. Not until you’ve learned your lesson at least.”
You whimpered, hands balled into fists, as you thought ofthe long week ahead of you. Maybe you should have planned this a little better.
Another slap connected to your skin.
“Every night. Every night, I’m going to lay you over my lap,spank you until you’re dripping just like this,” he said running his fingersalong your folds and causing you to moan out, “and then I’m going to send youto bed and the next day I’ll do it again. I’m going to do it every day until Ithink you’ve learned your lesson and then I’ll think about fucking you,sweetheart. For now…,” he chuckled darkly, “I get to have fun.”
