ʚ𖦹ɞ summary: you were not loud over the other football fans while lance was playing. he won't have it, so he will make sure you learn how to cheer properly.
ʚ𖦹ɞ wordcount: 0.9k (923 words)
ʚ𖦹ɞ warnings: established relationship, high school relationship, dirty talk, spanking, implied sexual intercourse
ʚ𖦹ɞ author's note: alright, new character unlock. underappreciated paul walker character from the movie, varisty blues. just go watch the movie, he is extra blonde in it.
• episode 3 of kinktober 2025 • showing spanking
Friday night lights always made Lance shine brighter. He had the stadium in the palm of his hand, every pass clean, every touchdown celebrated like a raising roar of the crowd. And you, his girl, his cheerleader, were supposed to be loudest in the stands.
Except you weren’t. At least not to his expectations.
From the field, between plays, his helmet tipped just enough for his eyes to find you. Your smile was there, your pom-poms moved, but your voice didn’t carry above the roar of the crowd. He smirked anyway, knowing he will resolve that with you later.
As Coyotes celebrated their win, you proudly jumped over to him, all giddy and excited, not aware of any wrong doing.
You barely made it out of the locker room hallway before his hand caught yours, tugging you away from the noise of the celebrating team. His hair was damp with sweat, jersey clinging to his broad chest, and he looked entirely too pleased with himself.
“Good game, Harbor,” you teased, though you knew from the look in his eyes something else was on his mind.
“Mhm.” He crowded you against the cool cinderblock wall, hands sliding around your waist, both thumbs entering at the edge of your top and just playing it cool there. “But you didn’t cheer loud enough.”
Your lips parted, scandalized. “Excuse me?” He seemed to be joking, right? Your voice was already raspy from all the screaming you had done. Of course you were with the other cheerleaders and not directly lashing your vocal cords at them at a close distance, but still. No one that was today at the match could say you were very obviously doing your part.
“You heard me.” His voice dropped in teasing, dangerous in that golden-boy charm. “My girl, standing out there, looking so damn pretty,” he licked his lips temptingly, almost breath at your neck, but he made sure to keep eye contact. “…but quiet as a mouse. You think I didn’t notice?”
“I—”
“Don’t lie,” he cut you off smoothly, already tugging at the hem of your skirt. “That’s a problem, baby. And you know how I handle problems.” You felt so hot in between his accusations, on which you were still contemplating if he was serious or just playing with you, but either way, you knew where this is leading you.
Heat rushed through you before his hand even moved. “Lance, someone could come down here—”
“Then you better be quick to make it up to me.” His grin widened as you got shocked when he lifted you up, carrying you like a doll to the bench on which he sat. He quickly switched you from sitting on his lap, bending you over his knee.
Lance flipped your skirt up, revealing just how little you’d worn underneath. “God, you’re asking for it, aren’t you?”
The first spank landed sharp, ringing in the quiet hallway. You jolted, gasping, palms pressing flat against the wall for balance.
The second came firmer, the sting blooming into heat that pooled low in your belly. He hummed in satisfaction behind you.
“Wearing that little string instead of panties,” Lance murmured, his free hand holding your skirt up, his other palm stroking over the skin he’d just smacked then rubbing into your cheeks with his fingers before delivering another. “You hear that sound, baby? That’s you learning.”
You whimpered, biting your lip, sparks flying over you.
“Don’t hold it in. I want the whole damn locker room to hear how loud you can be for me.”
The next swat made you cry out, the sound echoing down the empty hallway. He chuckled, pleased with you and himself.
“Yeah. That’s your cheer voice.”
Each smack was a punishment and a reward, the sting melting into an ache that made you moving back and forth on him without even realizing it. His hand steadied you, grip warm and possessive on your back.
“Count ‘em for me,” Lance ordered softly, tone leaving no room for argument. “Cheer them.”
“One,” you breathed, voice trembling.
The next spank made you gasp. “Two—”
“Good girl,” he drawled, punctuating it with another. “You’re gonna get to ten. Maybe more if I don’t like your attitude.”
You were gasping at the numbers, cheering them out. By the time you reached eight, your voice was shaking, skirt wrinkled, thighs clenching. He finally stopped, soothing the sting with his palm, rubbing slow circles over your warm skin.
“You’re perfect like this,” he whispered, kissing your lower back. “And next time? You’ll cheer so loud everyone present will hear you.”
You slid off his lap, sitting down on the floor, throat dry, mouth open for air, looking at him. He took a hold of your face, so sweetly, so gently, leaning down to peck your lips. He licked over your lips, returning you on his lap without stopping the kiss. You were now turned to him, feeling how he possessively cupped your ass.
“Let’s now hear how go you clap.” He smacked it one more time. “On me.”
Ali Larter in Varsity Blues (1999)
Chris Evans in Not Another Teen Movie (2001)
Kimi Rutledge in Obliterated (2024)
Orville Peck for Paper Magazine (2024)
