The Palmwoods buzzed with its usual chaotic energy. But inside apartment 2J, a rare peacefulness had settled. Logan Mitchell, usually found amidst the boisterous energy of his bandmates, was alone, a nervous flutter in his chest, eagerly awaiting his girlfriend, Camille. At precisely 6 pm, a knock echoed through the apartment. Logan's heart did a little drum solo as he opened the door to a whirlwind of brown hair and flailing limbs.
"Logan!" Camille burst in, a bright smile on her face, as usual, and a rather large box clutched in her arms. "Look what I got! It's called 'You Wouldn't Dare'!" She held the box up, brandishing it like a prize.
Logan, ever the pragmatist, tilted his head slightly.
"'You Wouldn't Dare?' Is it, by any chance, a game with dares?"
"The name's kind of a giveaway, Mr. Smarty Pants." Camille replied with a playful smirk, heading immediately for the living room, and sitting down on the rug.
"Okay." Logan responded, his voice slightly lower than usual because he was trying to hide his anxiety. He followed her to the rug, a small part of him hoping this new game wouldn't push him too far out of his comfort zone.
"Okay, so the rules are simple, you draw a card and you do the dare. No wimping out. Ready for a night of pure, unadulterated silliness?" Camille opened the box and revealed a deck of cards.
"I… suppose." Logan said hesitantly, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt.
"Great! You go first!" Camille shoved the card deck towards him.
Logan took a deep breath and drew a card. He read it aloud, his voice a little shaky.
"'Sing a song using only animal noises'." He blinked, his dimples deepening slightly with his slight embarrassment.
Camille giggled, clapping her hands together.
"Oh, this is going to be good!"
Logan, with a sigh, cleared his throat and began a surprisingly decent rendition of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" - using meows, barks, and a particularly convincing squawk halfway through. Both of them were laughing by the end of it.
"Okay, my turn!" Camille proclaimed, grabbing a card and reading it with a flourish.
"'Pretend you're a pirate captain giving a motivational speech to your crew'." She immediately puffed out her chest, struck a dramatic pose, and yelled, "AHOY, ME HEARTIES! WE SAIL FOR TREASURE! FOR GLORY! AND FOR… more cookies in the galley!" She punctuated the speech by dramatically pointing her finger to the imaginary horizon, then bursting into laughter.
"That was… very you." Logan said, still smiling. "Fascinating how humans can create such elaborate and silly scenarios for entertainment; it's a form of escape from the mundane reality we live in, a…wait, sorry." He stopped himself, mortified that he'd just blurted out a random fact.
Camille laughed, nudging him playfully.
"You're just the cutest nerd, you know that?"
Logan chuckled, shaking his head.
"My turn." He drew a card and read it aloud: "'Try to juggle three random household objects'".
He nervously glanced around the room, grabbing a tennis ball, a can of soda, and a pillow from the couch. He began to attempt the dare, dropping everything almost immediately. He laughed sheepishly, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he tried again and failed again, before finally managing to juggle them for a whole two seconds.
"I… think that's my best shot."
Camille giggled.
"My turn again!" She drew another card, her eyes lighting up with mischief and read: "'Do ten Jumping Jacks while saying absolutely everything you are thinking about.'"
"This will be… interesting," Logan said with a smirk, and a little nervousness as he didn't know what to expect from all those mixed thoughts.
Camille jumped up and down ten times, saying through puffs of air,
"Okay, this is… hard… wonder what's for dinner… I hope I get that audition tomorrow… oh God, I think I forgot to feed the fish… jumping jacks are stupid… I love Logan… I should change my nail polish… I need a hug… I'm tired… okay, done!"
Logan chuckled.
"Okay, my turn." He said as he drew another card. "'Give the person on your left a one-minute spanking'".
Logan's eyes widened, his face instantly turning a shade of beet red. His heart pounded a frantic rhythm against his ribs as he read the words again to make sure he'd seen them correctly. He swallowed hard. This was definitely outside of his comfort zone.
Camille, on the other hand, was positively beaming.
"Oh, this is going to be fun." She stood up from the floor, her eyes shining with mischievous glee.
"No, no, no," Logan protested, shaking his head vigorously. "Absolutely not. I'll just pick another card."
"Nope! The card says what it says!" Camille responded, already positioned over him, her bottom high in the air. "Come on, Logan, it's just a game."
Logan's breath caught in his throat. His gaze involuntarily drifted to her pert rear, a strange mix of apprehension and, oddly enough, a spark of something else bubbling up within him. Before he could process it, his hand almost instinctively reached out and gave Camille's bottom a gentle rub.
Camille giggled, her body shaking with mirth.
"Hey, mister, that's not how this works! Spank, not rub!"
Logan's eyes widened and he quickly withdrew his hand, his face burning with embarrassment.
"I, uh, I can't," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't spank you, Camille. I'm too scared and nervous. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I hurt you."
Camille rolled her eyes, though a smile played on her lips.
"Oh, Logan, you softie." She grabbed her phone and tapped some buttons, setting the timer to one minute. Then, she settled back over Logan's lap, her bottom once again presenting itself to him. "Come on, Mr. Brainiac! You've got to step outside of that perfect little comfort zone of yours every once in a while."
Logan remained reluctant, his brows furrowed in worry.
Camille pouted, batting her eyelashes at him.
"Please? For me?"
Logan sighed deeply, his resolve finally crumbling.
"Fine," he conceded, his voice laced with exasperation. "But just this once."
Camille giggled, her body practically vibrating with excitement.
"Can I start the timer?"
Logan swallowed hard.
"Yes," he said, praying that this whole thing would be over quickly.
As soon as the timer started, Logan, with a sudden surge of courage, slapped Camille's bottom, though it was more of a tentative tap than a real spank. It barely made a sound.
Camille immediately stopped the timer.
"Logan, that wasn't a spank! You barely touched me!"
Logan blushed again, his cheeks burning with a new wave of embarrassment.
"I… I told you, I can't do it. I just can't spank you."
"Yes, you can! You have to find the right amount of oomph in this," Camille giggled, waggling her finger at him. "I'm going to keep stopping the timer until you do it right!"
Logan groaned, burying his face in his hands. This was a nightmare. He didn't want to hurt her, even playfully. He took a deep breath and, as a test, gave her butt a slightly harder smack.
"Nope! Still not a real spank," Camille said, still giggling.
Logan tried again, each time increasing the strength a bit, asking after every smack,
"Are you okay?"
Camille's answer was always a giggle of amusement and another shake of her head.
"Do it again!"
Finally, after a couple more tries, Logan gave Camille's bottom a smack that made her jump slightly and giggle uncontrollably at the light sting.
"Okay, that was perfect!" Camille exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with delight. "Now, I'm starting the timer for real!"
And with that, the timer began and Logan started to lightly spank her, giving a playful, yet a bit stingy slap each second. His hands were sweating, and his heart was still pounding with nervousness, but those sensations quickly subsided as he watched Camille squirm and giggle over his knee. A soft smile slowly graced his lips. The sight was both amusing and, surprisingly, a little thrilling. He watched as her leggings-covered bottom bounced under his palm and his heart did something that felt strangely good. He chuckled along with her until the timer ran out.
As the timer chimed, Logan stopped spanking and started to rub her bottom gently, trying to alleviate any possible sting. For a moment, neither of them spoke, both processing the unique experience that had just transpired. Logan's hand stilled as he realized, to his utter surprise, he had actually enjoyed this whole thing. He looked down at Camille and saw right through her: she had enjoyed this, too.
Logan slowly reached for Camille's phone and just stared at the screen for a few seconds. Camille showed no signs of wanting to get up from his lap, just lying across his knees comfortably. Logan, finally deciding to take the lead – which was unlike him – declared instead of asking:
"Another minute of this shouldn't hurt."
Camille started giggling as Logan set the timer to one minute and hovered his finger over the screen. He then asked her with a mischievous grin,
"Ready?"
She responded with an excited nod, pushing her bottom up a bit higher in the air.
With a chuckle, Logan started the timer and playfully, yet firmly, slapped Camille's bottom, surprising her by starting to give faster smacks, although not harder. His girlfriend giggled and yelped playfully, giving light kicks in response to the playful spanking. The game continued, and they found themselves starting the timer over and over again until Camille finally announced,
"Okay, okay, I've had enough!", though she had the biggest smile on her face.
"How's your bottom feeling?" Logan asked, his brow furrowed with concern as he was rubbing it again.
"It's… a little bit stingy," Camille admitted, looking up at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
Logan smiled and continued to rub her bottom, lost in thought. He had gone way out of his comfort zone tonight, and he had actually enjoyed it. He knew it was all because of Camille. She had a knack for bringing out the silly, playful side of him and he was grateful for it. As long as she was by his side, he knew he could handle anything.