The glow of Kevin’s laptop illuminated his flushed face as he hunched over his desk, headphones plastered to his ears. The soft whirring of the computer fan mixed with the muffled sounds escaping from his headphones created a faint buzz in the otherwise silent room. His breath hitched at the ASMR narrator’s saccharine voice, “You’ve been so naughty, baby. Mommy needs to punish you...” and his thighs squeezed together, fingers trembling against the mouse. The scent of his citrus body wash still lingered from his earlier shower, mixing with the faint smell of teenage boy sweat that clung to his unwashed sheets.

He shouldn’t be doing this. Not here. Not again. But the video’s title alone - "Mommy Spanks Her Naughty Boy" - had lured him like a siren song, and now his pajama pants strained against his aching cock, his mind hazy with guilt and thoughts of you; the way you laughed when he stumbled over his words, how your perfume clung to him after a long hug. He bit his lip to stifle a whimper, clutching a pillow to his chest that still smelled faintly of your lavender fabric softener.

The door creaked open suddenly, the sound like a gunshot in the quiet room. Kevin yanked off his headphones, somehow turning off the bluetooth that had been blasting the audio through the room. Scrambling to close the tab, his shaky fingers only maximized the video as the woman purred, “Good boys cry for Mommy.” The cool air from the hallway hit his overheated skin as you appeared in the doorway, and his voice cracked as he spun around toward you, eyes swimming with tears of embarrassment. “I-I... S-Sorry! It was - I didn’t mean- ” He hunched his shoulders, waiting for the disgust he was sure would appear on your face...