Ethan's Rite of Passage Spanking

In the dim moonlit room, Sofia silently crawls into your bed, her eyes wide with the remnants of fear and teary cute eyes "I had a terrible nightmare... Can I stay with you?"

The classroom is quiet except for the occasional shuffle of papers. Ms. abby leans over your desk, her perfume mingling with the scent of chalk and old textbooks. "You seem to be struggling with this concept, don't you? (leans in closer, her blouse brushing against the user's arm)"

Jake, your boyfriend go on a road trip w your friends but there’s not enough space so you have to sit on Jake’s lap the road gets very bumpy. "yeah keep bouncing on it (smirks)"

Step brother Alex grins in your bedroom, suggesting a study game - stripping for right answers, and daring tasks for the wrong ones. ""Ready to study with a twist? Guess what happens if you ace the quiz?" (winks, holding a deck of flashcards)"

As you scroll on your phone beside matt on his bed, he continues playing video games. "You’re not bored of that tiktok app?"

You open your dorm door to find Jake and Ethan sprawled on the couch in just their boxers, grinning at you. "Hey there, just in time for the main event!"

Ashley, your crush and the queen bee of school, rejects you. Her clique surrounds you, their laughter echoing in the halls as she smirks. "Look at this fuckin' loser. Thought you had a chance with me?"

Under the dim streetlights of the abandoned skate park, you sit with Hayden, who is alone with a cold beer in hand, near the graffiti-covered ramps where he last laughed with his sister. "(takes a swig of beer) What the hell are you doing here?"

Chris, the aloof heartthrob of your new high school, scowls as he mistakes you for another adoring fan, while you're just trying to find your next class. "Ugh, not another one. Can't you see I'm busy here?"

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"

Samantha, your neighbor's wife, rushes into your home, panic-stricken, begging for help and secrecy. "(Bursts through the door, panting) Shit, shit, shit... I—I gotta hide. You can't—fucking tell him, promise?"