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Mark’s eyes fell from the maknaes and onto you, his fingers continued stroking your hair- the pads of his fingertips slightly massaging your scalp.  “That sounds like it could be fun.” He chuckled, smiling down at you. “I think the last time we went clubbing was when we- well, Youngjae- met you.” 

Youngjae licked his lips as his breathing became heavier with each passing second.  “Sound’s fun, but I- we need to go to the studio tonight, remember babe?” He asked, hoping you would catch the subtle disapproving hints behind his words. 

Despite being able to hear the warning bells in your head the second you heard his understated discontent, you decided against your better judgment and gave him a playful eye roll. You were really about to dig yourself a grave, weren’t you? 

“So?” You added, innocently shrugging as your eyes locked with his. Not only did you tread on with your bratty antics, you ended up throwing in a bit of flirtatiousness in the mix as your snaked your arm around Mark’s; scooting closer to him as you kept your eyes locked with his. “That doesn’t mean I can’t go out with them? You can go to the studio and I can go hang out with them, I’ll just meet you at home afterward. You can do what you want, but I’m going to do what I want, too.”  

Youngjae ran his index finger along his jawline, breaking eye contact with you as he shook his head in disapproval.  “Baby, you sure about that?” He asked, his eyes slowly moving up your shapely legs before shooting you a cold glare. 

To your surprise, everyone was nearly quiet until then- something about seeing Youngjae’s sudden change in personality had them damn near speechless.  “Yah- Youngjae.” Jaebum suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence while unintentionally resting his hand on your knee. “Stop acting weird, just let Y/n come out with us- we’ll take good care of her.” 

Something about the tone Jaebum’s words were laced with irked him. He wasn’t always the jealous type, but he was protective- and he despised the thought of you being surrounded by a bunch of drunk guys, even if they were his friends. “Look, I don’t like the thought of my girlfriend being around a bunch of drunk guys. Is that so awful of me?” He asked, putting emphasis on the word that indicated his ownership over you as his eyes shot down to his friend's hand touching you. 

Jackson scoffed, “Dude, we’re your friends- her friends.” He began, showing his obvious distaste for his friend’s behavior. “We wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Drunk or sober.” 

“See!” You immediately exclaimed, the other’s responses only seemed to entice your bratty outbursts. “I’m going out tonight and that’s that, I’ll be back early and will just meet you at home.” 

And that’s that. “Is that so, babygirl?” Youngjae rumbled, his hands now gripping the chair’s arms. “And that’s that?”  

Just watching his behavior tense as aggression brimmed inside him caused your stubborn behavior to still for a moment before it bubbled back up once again.  Immediately, you sat up- firmly crossing your arms over your chest as you stared him down. “Yes- That’s that.” You huffed, preparing yourself to quickly rise and run to the bedroom just to allow yourself some time to soak in just how deep a gave you dug before you had to face the consequences, but before you even had the chance your boyfriend was already out of his seat. 

“Do they make you feel tough, babygirl? Do my friends make you forget who you belong to?” He snarled, his eyes moving over each of the wide-eyed men that basically surrounded the two of you. An impish scoff left him as his stare rested on you once again, “Do you really think I won’t punish you in front of them?” 

You couldn’t help but shake your head as you timidly inched away from his friend; silently watching his hazy aura turn red hot.  Bambam instantly cut through the silence, thinking his Hyung’s newly dominant behavior was nothing but a practical joke. “Hyung, stop the act already.” He nervously chuckled, running his hand through his messily slicked back hair. “You know you wouldn’t do a thing, so just stop already.”

Jinyoung instantly cracked a smile, nodding in agreement, “Very true, I mean you nearly cried watching that horror movie the other day.” 

God were they clueless... Your boyfriend’s usually sunshiney personality was the one he preferred to show everyone else, no one truly knew him as you did because just as most things do- he also had a side of him that was such a contrast to the one he portrayed. He was loving in a way no one but the two of you would be able to understand; giving you rules to abide by, rewarding or punishing you depending on your behavior. He gave you the sense of control in your life that you craved like no other, but despite your adoration for the freedom you felt as his submissive- you adored challenging him, disobeying, just as much. 

“Do you?” Youngjae growled, quickly closing whatever space remained between the two of you- completely ignoring his members teasing. You just sat there, your mouth opening slightly as you attempted to speak only to find your words caught in your throat- Youngjae, of course, didn’t appreciate your sudden silence. 

His hand immediately shot up, gripping a fistful of your hair- keeping your gaze up at him as he towered over you.  The aggressive act had everyone breathless- especially you. Not once did you ever think he’d allow this side of him, but here he was doing the unthinkable. 

“I- I..” You mousily stuttered, wincing as your hesitation had him tightening the hold in your hair. 

Tilting his head slightly, Youngjae scoffed as a half grin sprawled across his face. “What?” He retorted, “Where’s the big, tough girl you were just putting on, kitten?” 

Neither of the boys beside you seemed to have the courage to stop him- nor could the others continue their mocking.  Your doe-like gaze stayed glued to his face- his cold, agitated expression was such a contrast compared to his angelic features. 

Turning to his friends, he shot them a dagger-like stare, “What?” He scowled, “Now y’all don’t have a damn thing to say, either?” His voice was saturated with venom. “Fucking pussies...” He growled, turning his attention back to you.  With one hand still tightly wound in your hair, the other shot up- roughly gripping your jaw. His fingertips bruisingly dug into your cheeks, “Now, what are the punishments for disobedience and flirtatiousness, little one?” 

If it weren’t for his firm grip keeping your gaze up towards him, you would’ve mousily hung your head. A small whimper escaped you as he shook your head slightly, “Daddy, I- I’m sorry..” You whined, completely brushing off his question. “I was just joking, I wasn’t serious. I swe-” 

Smack! 

The sound of the impact against your cheek rung throughout the room, followed by your pained gasp, only seemed to entice the voyeuristic predator inside him. “I didn’t ask for your pathetic little apologies, now did I, princess?” He retorted, “Now, I’ll ask you one more time- and if you even attempt to ignore my question one more time, you’ll get it a lot worse than what you already are. Understood?” 

With teary eyes, you nodded, “Ye-Yes, Sir,” You added, ignoring the stares your response earned you. “I understand.” 

A small, prideful smirk appeared on his face- he couldn’t help but relish the looks that painted on his friend’s faces. Luckily, this was only the beginning. “Ahh there’s my good girl,” He subtly teased while gently running the pad of his thumb across the reddening area. “Tell me, baby, what are the punishments for disobedience and flirtatiousness?” 

“The punishment for disobedience is hard spankings, no gentleness-” You began, “-and I have to count each one out until you decided when you want to stop.” 

His smirk slowly sprawled out into a devilish smile, “Good girl,” He smoothly cooed, giving you a taste of his gentle nature as you recited your penance, just as he taught you. “And what disciplinary action did we have set in place for flirtation?”

Just the sheer thought of your punishment ahead had you shaken to the core. Not once had you ever had to endure the full thing, just little tastes of it here and there. You could clearly remember how overwhelmed and hypersensitive your body was, how much your legs shook each time he brought you closer to the edge before dragging you back to square one once or twice before finally allowing you to come undone. 

Anxiously gulping, you began to reply, “Or-Orgasm...” You stuttered as your nerves seemed to bunch up just saying it. “Orgasm denial. If I were to ever flirt with someone, you would deny me every time I need to climax-” Your words seemed caught in your throat as your expression couldn’t hide your anxiety,”-until I cried and begged for forgiveness.” 

Happily, Youngjae chuckled- impishly smirking at the sheer thought of how pretty you would look shedding tears while broken pleas left your mouth, but of course, your first punishment would build up to it.  Roughly, he released his grip on your hair then your face, making his way back to his seat. “Come.” He sharply commanded, motioning you over to him. “Crawl to Daddy, kitten.” 

His song-like order clouded your mind, making it feel as if the two of you were the only ones around despite the glued gazes of his friends.  Gracefully, you sunk down from the couch onto all fours- making the small journey over to him, now sitting patiently at his feet. 

Reaching down, Youngjae sweetly combed his fingers through your hair, grazing your reddened cheek before wrapping his fingers around your leather collar- tightly gripping it as he yanked you up from all four onto your knees.  “Bend over my lap.” He hummed, keeping his face just inches from yours. “It’s time for your first punishment of the night.” 

You hesitantly nodded as a mousy whimper left you as he let you ago, his burning gaze carefully following every movement you made as you rose. 

“Is- Is this seriously happening right now?” Mark suddenly said, breaking the unspoken vow of silence the boys seemed to carry on for a while. No one replied though as they watched your bend over their friend’s lap.

Just as Jackson opened his mouth to speak, the loud slap his friend’s hand made against your bare flesh as the other held up your skirt while firmly resting it on your lower back instantly interrupted him.

“Ahhh!” You whimpered, already squirming as he roughly teased the area.

“Count.” He coldly demanded, smacking the same area once again as a silent warning- relishing the small, pained cry that left you. “Or else I’ll make sure you can’t sit properly for weeks, kitten.”

“Ahh, ok- okay Daddy.” You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as you mentally prepped yourself for the next one. “One.” 

Without hesitation, Youngjae continued. SMACK!

“T-Two!” You whined, gripping the material of his jeans. 

SMACK! 

“Three!” 

SMACK!

“Fu- Fuck..” You whined as tears started to swell in your waterline his hits became more heavy handed with each one. “Four!” 

“Mhmm,” Youngjae purred, massaging the afflicted area as it became bright red with specks of a blue hue peaking through as your skin proved just how easy it could bruise. “You’re already bruising up, baby.” He scoffed, turning his gaze up to his friends- a bright smug look in his eyes. “So, I’ve already gone through four-” He said, delightment lacing his voice. “How many more should I inflict on my baby?”

His friends exchanged confused looks.  “Wh- What do you mean?” Yugyeom softly asked, his cheeks flushed a soft rosy hue while trying his absolute hardest not to make eye contact with you. 

Youngjae chuckled before repeating himself, “How many more spankings do you think my little slut should take?” His harsh tone emphasized his demeaning petname for you. 

You couldn’t help the warmth that flooded your core or the feeling of wetness that soaked through your panties. Your mind replayed the petname once more, “Mhmm~~” You involuntarily whined, pressing your thighs together while your head rested against the arm of the seat. 

Your sweet croon immediately caught your boyfriend’s attention. His eyes and attention peeled away from his friends, “Such a naughty little thing..” He teasingly hummed, lightly trailing his fingertips down your spine then stopping just as he reached your reddened bum. “Is my little slut getting all hot and bothered?”  As you immediately nodded, you could hear soft unison hisses coming from your little audience as Youngjae’s hand inched further down. “I bet you’re just soaked, huh darling?” He sharply asked, using his free hand to grab a fistful of your hair as he turned your head just enough to watch as your face contorted with need the closer he came to your heat. “I wonder..” He drawled out, ghosting his fingers over your core, “..how quick I could make you cum, you seem to like having an audience- but too bad, disobedient sluts don’t deserve to have their release..” 

SMACK! 

The unexpected swat hit your cunt and thighs, the impact sent a whirlwind of pain laced lust darting through you.  “Five! Ahh~” You immediately mewled, tightly grasping the material of his jeans as you prepared for another. 

Youngjae groped the area, lightly tapping the sore spot with his fingertips as a predatory hiss escaped him.  “So, I’ll ask again-” He said, turning his gaze to his friends. “How much more should my pet endure?” 

No one seemed to have the ability to even respond as their minds were so conflicted and their arousals grew from the sin they were witnessing.  “Answer-” Youngjae demanded, his tone icy as he spoke, “Answer and I just might reward you.” 

“Reward?” Mark repeated, his curiosity taking over as he kept his gaze on you; his hardened length twitched in his pants while his mind imagined how pretty you’d look all fucked out. 

Smirking, your boyfriend’s hand crawled up your back before harshly gripping your hair; yanking your head up so your heavy-lidded gaze met his friend’s.  “If you give me an answer I like, maybe- just maybe- I’ll feel gracious enough to allow you to play with my princess a little once I’m through with her.” His gaze moved to the others as his little offer peaked their interests. 

Jinyoung grinned, the sadistic side of his mind switched on immediately. “How about you stop the spankings and start with the orgasm denial?” He asked, running his fingertips along his jaw while his stare moved over your form. “I think she gets off on being hit a little too much-” He explained, a devilish smile still sprawled across his face as he tilted his head slightly, “Denying her want she craves would be the only way to imprint on her.” 

“Well, aren’t you smart, Hyung?” Youngjae smugly asked, his rhetorical question drew out one of his malicious little chuckles as he dragged his fingers along your clothed slit- listening to the needy purrs that escaped you as you instinctively bucked your hips back towards them. “She is a needy little thing after all. Taking away her release will be so satisfying..” 

“What do you say, slut, why don’t we get your real punishment started?”