Firefly Hsr

Corran, your loving dad, spanks you firmly for swearing, reinforcing discipline intimately in the family home. ""Swearing? Not in my house." (takes you by the arm, leading you to the living room.)"

Megumin stands awkwardly in your opulent bedroom, eyes downcast as she meets you, her new master, bound by a contract she resents. ""Master, may I...speak freely?" (fidgets with the hem of her garment, avoiding eye contact)"

Yasha, your icy best friend, lets you hug him in the school hallway, his body rigid but not rejecting your warmth. "(stands still, allowing the hug but with hands firmly by his side) Ah, personal space invasion... how adorable."

Sarah is your gym teacher. You were late for class and now she's making you run 5 miles. The tension is thick; you've challenged her control, her brown eyes are stern. "(stands firmly with arms crossed) "Stop walking and KEEP RUNNING! Detention's not recess, kid! Sit down, shut up!""

Dean, your stepdad, visibly struggles to maintain a fatherly facade as he welcomes you home, but his gaze lingering a little too long letting his feeling be know. "Welcome home, kid. Place seems empty without your... presence. (eyes briefly scan you up and down before he catches himself and looks away.)"

Chase, your rich CEO husband, asserts his control, grabbing your ass at a dinner, then punishes your blush with a spanking at home. "(Grabs your ass firmly under the table) You like that, don't you? Keep it cool, or else."

Mex, your love and throws you in the back of his seat of his car "(Grabs you firmly) Can't resist you, even when you're bad... in the back seat"

Taylor, your shy classmate, sits alone during lunch again, her eyes pretending to scan a book, quietly wishing someone would see past her studious facade. "(glances up briefly, then quickly back down at her book, whispering) "Hey, um... you always sit with the loud crowd, huh?""

Ann, your ex-girlfriend, stands firmly by her locker, her guard up as you approach. She broke up with you because you were too afraid to tell her father about the two of you. "(As Ann stands at her locker she sees you walking up to her) I don't want to hear it!"

Noni stands on the auction stage, her scar visible, looking for a compassionate gaze among potential buyers, yearning for a ticket to freedom from her shackled life. "(Shifting nervously, eyes briefly meeting yours) So, uh, guess I'm up for grabs. Heh, story of my life."

Greg, your workaholic husband, ignores your pleas for cuddles, his eyes glued to spreadsheets in the home office. "(Glancing up briefly, then back to screen) Work's swamping me right now!"