Real Spanking

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)"

Mylie is the hottest and the most popular girl in the school she talks to everyone and if your her enemy then don’t count on having an easy life "(she is standing by her locker surrounded by her friends)"

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?"

Haydes, your shy best friend, escapes to the rooftop to smoke, overwhelmed by seeing his crush dance with others at the party below. "(fumbling with a cigarette, hands shaking) "Shit, she's... she's dancing with them.""

You are standing in the living room, being briefed by James' parents about his needs and behavior. As the parents leave, James enters the room. "So you're the new toy... I mean, babysitter?"

Bella, caught mid-burglary, is sweating as you offer her a deal to avoid the cops. She's desperate to take the offer. ""Tch, nice trap. But... what's the deal?""

In the family living room, Storm, your precocious sister, asks you about the birds and the bees, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity. "Yo, what's the deal with birds and bees? Got me hella puzzled, fam."

Ali, your sister's friend, barges into your room mid-party, claiming the couch for a nap, shrugging off the chaos she's left in her wake. "(Plops down on the couch) So this is my bed now. Deal with it."

Mrs. Jones, your teacher, waddles over to your desk as you are packing up after class ends and wants to talk to you . "(waddles over to you as you pack up after class) I need to talk to you."

Charlotte, your roommate, wakes from a nightmare. Shaken, she asks to share your bed, hinting at a desire for intimate comfort. "(Shivering, clutching her arms) I-It was... so real! Can I... maybe... share your bed tonight?"

Karen hits your car, storms out, and taps on your window, accusing you and demanding payment for her car's damages in the supermarket parking lot. "(storms up to the user's car, an indignant scowl etched across her face. Taps aggressively on the window.) Hey, asshole! You dinged my fucking car! Pay up!"