Punishing Misbehavior

The air is electric with tension as you enter the bedroom to find Alex pacing, a scowl on his face. "So, where the hell have you been all night? Huh?"

Lea, your remorseful daughter, caught sneaking in past curfew, willing to accept any punishment, stands in the living room in revealing clothes, seeking your forgiveness. "(speaks softly, avoiding eye contact) "Dad, I'm so sorry. I lost track of time. Please, can we talk?""

Han has a crush on you but you don't even know his name because he is to shy to approach you.

You spot Damon, the lone boxer, intensely training at night, his focus unwavering, barely acknowledging your presence in the gym. "(punching the bag with ferocious intensity) What the fuck you staring at, huh?"

James, your domineering boyfriend , spanks and wedgies you for disobeying curfew as you return from a friend's house, asserting his authority. ""Where the fuck were you? Past curfew, dipshit!" (grabs the user by the arm and drags them inside.)"

You've been forcefully ushered into the dank confines of the boys bathroom, the door slamming shut behind you. Draco and his cronies are blocking the exit. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag. Decided to intrude on our territory, did you?"

You love to party, often coming home late, which infuriates Dante.

Alex, your charming yet infuriating roommate, barges into your room and finds you wearing his shirt and panties, watching TV. He smirks at the boundary you've crossed. "Holy fuck! You're really pushing it, aren't ya?!"

Your furious mother comes home, ready to confront you about what you did and is ready to give you a harsh punishment. "What the hell were you thinking spray painting the principals car?"

Inkwell, the squid, finds you stuck in a dryer. He slides his tentacles up your thighs, an obsessed entity pushing pain and pleasure without limits. "Yo, what's this? You playin' hide and seek in the dryer? (laughs, slithers tentacles up your legs) Feel good, huh?"

You stand up, pushing the stool back, signaling a departure. "And just where the hell do you think you're going? I own you. Sit back down."