The SnapChat Punishment

It was just a typical spring afternoon, flowers starting to bloom and people suffering from allergies. Khushi was sitting at home, chilling on the kitchen counter, waiting for Arnav to get home. She and Arnav had been dating for five years, almost their sixth. Both were very happy together that they had decided to move in together and they had been living together in a cozy apartment for the past two years. All had been going well, until the past few weeks.

Khushi looked up at the iPad in front of her, displaying YouTube. She had been playing music all day, fooling around and dancing since she had nothing to do. Hopping off the counter, she typed in her current favorite song "Baby Doll" from Ragini MMS 2. It was just too catchy that Khushi couldn't resist the song!

As the song began to play, she whipped her phone out and went on SnapChat. She took a short video of the song, saying "current fave song!!" and put it in her story and sent it out to all her close friends, as well as Arnav. Refreshing all her snaps, she saw that Arnav had not opened any of the snaps that she had recently sent him. It irritated her when he wouldn't open them, causing her to snap him more so that his phone would ping from the notifications, but it was no use.

Within a minute, the front door to their apartment opened up, revealing a pissy-looking Arnav. Khushi scrunched her eyebrows in confusion as Arnav shut the door and headed towards her.

"Hey, what's wrong," Khushi asked as he approached her.

Arnav gave her stern look and raised his phone up. Khushi continued to look at him confusedly and he pointed at his phone. Khushi looked at his iPhone and saw that it was on SnapChat. It displayed all his snaps, showing that there were eight snaps unopened, seven of them from her.

"Hey! How come you didn't open them," Khushi asked.

"Because you keep snapping me!"

"Well what do you want me to do?"

"Stop snapping me every five seconds woman! It's annoying! It's killing my data!"

"Then turn it off and use friggin' Wi-Fi!"

"I do! But when I turn it back on it still charges me for that stuff!"

"Well that's stupid!" Khushi brought her phone out. "Androids," she said, shoving her Note 3 in his face.

Arnav rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Whatever! Just stop snapping me every five seconds!"

Khushi gasped dramatically. "I do not snap you every five seconds!"

"But you snap me a bazillion snaps in two minutes!!"

"Shut up, I do not!"

"Khushi the evidence is right here in my hand!"

Arnav scrolled down, showing Khushi of the three snaps he had sent her and the rest were received snaps, almost 98% of it from Khushi. Khushi began to chew on her lower lip, glancing up at Arnav through her lashes. She knew he was right - she had figured out a couple of days before that she snapped too much, but she couldn't help it! But Khushi being Khushi was not going to admit to Arnav that she had a problem, being the stubborn chick she is.

"So what," Khushi said, and she was about to say more, but Arnav cut her off.

"Khushi, you know very well that I know very well that when you start biting that damn lip of yours, that you're wrong and don't wanna admit it."

Khushi slightly pouted. He was right - he does very well know that.

Arnav shook his head. "You are one crazy woman! I mean seriously Khushi, I'm in the middle of the street and all you hear is my phone going off every five seconds!"

"It's NOT every five seconds Arnav! You know what," and she went on SnapChat on her phone and went to her snaps. She then noticed that her data was off the entire time and turned it back on. The video snap she had just taken hadn't sent, so she tapped on it so it could retry and send, and it did. Within seconds, Arnav's phone yelled out "everybody in the club!" which was his notification ringtone. Looking at his screen, he saw the snap Khushi had sent and scowled at her. 

Khushi cringed and shrugged apologetically. "Oops?"

Arnav placed his phone down and grabbed Khushi's phone out of her hand.

"Hey," Khushi exclaimed as Arnav put her phone on the counter.

Arnav swung around and placed his finger on her lips. "Hush. Not another word," he said, looking her directly in the eyes.

Khushi's eyes were wide as she looked down at his finger and then at him. Seeing the look in his eyes, she knew something was about to happen.

"You need to be taught a lesson," Arnav stated.

Khushi gulped hard and slightly shook, causing Arnav to smirk. She definitely knew what was about to happen.

"Follow me," he said, taking her hand in his. 

Khushi said nothing and followed behind Arnav as he led them to their room. They walked in and stood in the middle of the room, at the foot of the bed. Arnav turned around to face her and Khushi took in a deep, shaky breath. 

"What am I going to do with you," Arnav questioned as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her towards him.

Khushi hands automatically reached out and gripped onto his shoulders. Looking up at Arnav, she saw the glint in his eyes and slightly shook. She knew what it meant and she knew and loved this side of Arnav very much - playful, dominant Arnav.

"Well," Arnav teased.

Khushi looked down. "Arnav, you know what you're gonna do," she whispered.

"Do I," he teased.

"Yes," she breathed. "Because you know what I want."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Khushi gulped. Yes she did love the things Arnav did to her, but it was how he put her on the spot that made her shy. Before Arnav had come into her life, she was nothing more than the quiet, little shy girl that no one seemed to notice. But once Arnav had noticed her, she began to bloom, becoming a very strong, wild girl - that is, in certain situations.

And in this situation, well, she was caught in between.

"Yes," she whispered.

Arnav looked at her for a moment. "Khushi, look at me."

Khushi slowly raised her head and looked at him through her eyelashes.

"Do you know what I'm about to do?"

Khushi nodded.

"Do you want what I'm about to do?"

She nodded again.

"Are you sure?"

"200% positive," she breathed, her chest heaving erratically.

Arnav grinned. "How many?"

Khushi shrugged. "I dunno."

Arnav thought for a moment, and then an idea came to his head. "Wait right here."

He released her and Khushi watched as he stepped out of the room. It was only a few seconds before Arnav reappeared, their phones in his hand. He placed Khushi's down on the bedside table beside her side of the bed and went around and stood in front of Khushi.

"Let's count, shall we," Arnav said as he unlocked his phone.

Going back onto SnapChat, Arnav looked at his snaps, and began to count the number of snaps Khushi had sent him. Khushi knew there were already seven, but she wondered how many there were in total.

"... 19, 20, 21," Arnav said and looked up at her.

Khushi gulped. "Twenty one?!"

"Surprising, isn't it," he said, sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Sorry isn't going to cut it babe. You're addicted to SnapChat and you need to be stopped." Arnav cocked his head. "Yet you were the one who thought SnapChat was, and I quote, "stupid and pointless"."

Khushi crimsoned. That was without a doubt true, and there was no denying it because she would constantly say that to Arnav when she would see him use SnapChat. But once she got into the whole thing, all thanks to her cousin, there was no stopping her from snapping away.

"I'm not addicted," Khushi defended.

"Maybe... but you use it way too much. You need to be taught a lesson."

Khushi gulped as she saw Arnav sit down at the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes on her.

"You know what to do," Arnav simply said.

Khushi looked down at her knit top and jeans. She knew her jeans would have to come off, so she unbuttoned and unzipped, and then stripped out of them. She tossed them aside and looked at Arnav.

"Babe, I love you in lace, but those gotta come off," Arnav smirked as he pointed at her black-laced panties.

Khushi's jaw dropped. Direct skin contact, she exclaimed in her head.

Arnav could only shrug and lean back as he waited.

Khushi mentally cursed at herself. "Remind me to tell you my username and password for that thing," she said as she removed her underwear and moved in front of him.

"And why is that," Arnav asked as she bent over his knee.

"So that I don't snap you again," Khushi whispered, her breathing starting to pace up really fast.

Arnav had started to caress her butt cheeks, and all Khushi could do was wait for the blow. He caressed and fondled her ass, making Khushi more and more anxious.

Arnav's hand paused. "Is it so you can't snap me again," he asked, as his hand lifted up.

Khushi shut her eyes and smack! "Yes," she cried out.

Arnav caressed her ass again. "You sure," and he lifted his hand again.

Smack!

"Yes," Khushi cried out.

He caressed her again. "Positive?"

Smack!

"Mm hmm!"

He caressed and fondled her. "You won't snap me again?"

Smack!

"No," she moaned.

Smack!

"You won't?"

Smack!

"No!"

Arnav caressed her again. "I'm hurt."

Smack!

Khushi gasped. "Why?"

Smack!

"Do I not matter to you?"

Smack!

"Of course!"

"Then why won't you snap me anymore," he asked as he fondled her.

"I dunno."

Smack! Smack!

"Why won't you snap me anymore," he repeated, squeezing her ass cheek.

And smack!

"Because it irritates you," she said really quickly.

"Good girl."

Smack!

"Will you control yourself and lower down the amount of snaps you send in five minutes?"

"I don't send a whole bunch of snaps in five minutes!"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Arnav," Khushi complained.

Arnav chuckled. "Okay, maybe not five minutes, but in the hour."

Khushi rolled her eyes. "Yes!"

"Did you just roll your eyes at me? Don't make me add another and make it twenty two."

Smack!

"Oh please!"

Arnav cocked his head. "Is my baby girl asking for more," he asked with a roguish grin.

Smack!

Khushi gasped. "Maybe...."

Arnav squeezed her ass. "You, my angel, look as innocent as a child... but you most certainly are not," he stated.

Smack!

"You know you love it," Khushi said confidently.

Smack! Smack!

"You're right," Arnav said, as he moved his finger through her wet cleft, "I do."

Smack!

Khushi groaned, wanting his finger to go back to where it just was. "Arnav please," she breathed.

"Please what babe? You already got your twenty two," he said as he caressed her ass.

Khushi turned her head so that she could see him. "Fuck me."

Arnav gasped. "Oh babe, you have such a foul mouth," he mocked.

Khushi slowly got up and sat in his lap carefully, Arnav caressing her butt cheeks, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Fuck me," Khushi pouted.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a foul mouth you have. What have I done to you angel," he mocked.

Khushi scowled. He hadn't done anything to her. It was just a coincidence that when the two started dating, they learned that both liked the kinky shit. Of course, it had blown Arnav out of his mind because he had never expected a shy girl like Khushi to like those things, but then he remembered something - looks can be deceiving - and that had him go crazy to know her more.

"Fuck me," Khushi pouted.

Arnav moved his hands up, wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. "You can be so demanding sometimes."

"And you can be a pain in the ass," she grumbled.

Arnav pulled back, revealing his roguish grin. "How correct you are," he winked.

Khushi rolled her eyes as Arnav chuckled and nuzzled her hair again.

"You're being unfair Arnav," she whined.

"Unfair how?"

"Because my love, I just let you spank me a gazillion times."

"Minus a whole bunch, which equals twenty two."

"Whatever! I want a fucking, so fuck me!"

"Nope!"

Khushi couldn't believe how unfair he was being. She let him have what he wanted! But then again, she LOVED it when Arnav would get all dominant on her and would punish her with spankings. It would make her wanna act even naughtier, but sometimes things didn't go her way, because Arnav was just too smart and knew her intentions.

"Arnav please? Pweez," she asked in baby voice.

Arnav looked at her as he pouted. "No," he replied in baby voice, shaking his head.

"Pweez?"

"No."

"Pweety pwetty pweez?"

"No."

"Peez! Peez! Peez!"

Arnav chuckled. "Oh angel, you can be such a baby sometimes."

Khushi pouted. "Peez?"

"No."

And then an idea flew into her head. "If you don't fuck me, then I'll have to punish you."

Arnav cocked his eyebrow. "Punish me?"

"Yup!"

"And what exactly would be my punishment?"

Khushi straightened her spine and looked him in the eye. "If you don't take me, right here and right now, then I will snap you every FIVE minutes," she smirked.

Arnav's eyes widened. "What?"

"You heard me." She began to play with his hair. "So what's it gonna be, my love?"

Arnav sighed and looked down. "Damn, you've put me in a tight spot, haven't you?"

"Yup," Khushi beamed.

Arnav looked up at her and in seconds, his expression changed, displaying that roguish smirk of his. "Too bad it wouldn't work."

Now Khushi was confused. "What do you mean?"

"Babe, not only was your punishment all that spanking, but you won't be getting fucked."

"What?!"

"You heard me. You will not be getting a fucking for the next twenty two hours."

"That makes no sense!"

Arnav held his hands up. "Don't look at me; you're the one who made the weird number."

Arnav," she whined.

Arnav held her chin and looked her directly in the eyes. "Don't whine at me baby, you caused this yourself. For the next twenty two hours, you won't be getting a fucking. I don't care how horny you are, or how many times you text me that you're in the mood - no fucking."

Khushi could not believe a single word he was saying.

He tucked her hair behind her ear. "Trust me baby, as much as I love punishing you, its torture for me to."

And the giveaway was revealed. "Then why punish me like this," she asked innocently. "You're also punishing yourself."

Arnav opened his mouth to speak, but Khushi continued.

"Why punish yourself Arnav," she asked, caressing his face. "You say it yourself that you need to be inside me." She trailed her fingers to his ear, a place where he was very sensitive. "You say it yourself that you need to be inside me all the time," she said as she trailed her fingertip softly on his ear. She turned his face and whispered in his ear. "You always say that you love fucking my tight pussy..."

Arnav clenched his jaws, screwing his eyes shut.

"... then why do this to yourself Arnav? Why stop yourself from fucking me? You know how much I love your big, yummy cock inside me. Then why punish me in a way that you punish yourself?"

Arnav took in a deep breath and shakily let it out. Khushi knew he had him, and it was just a matter of seconds that he would drop her punishment.

"Don't punish yourself for what I did, Arnav. Just fuck me Arnav - fuck me till I scream!"

"Khushi," Arnav breathed, but Khushi hushed him.

"Don't do it Arnav, don't punish me like this. You know you can't live without fucking me really hard," she said softly, rolling her hips.

Arnav's hands gripped Khushi's waist, stopping her instantly. He looked at her straight in the eyes, and all Khushi could hope for was for him to take back his punishment and take her here.

Arnav smirked. "Nice try Khushi, but no," and he removed her from his lap and softly placed her on the bed.

Khushi's ass slightly stung, but she could care less. "Arnav!!! Come on!"

Arnav swung around and encased her down, pinning her wrists above her head. "Not. One. More. Word. Is that understood?"

Khushi could only blink.

"You've annoyed me enough with those snaps, making my phone buzz and shout out everywhere! Streets, class, work - everywhere! Now you're gonna pay the price babe. You know how it is."

"But Arnav-!"

"No "but's" babe. No fucking for you, and definitely no touching."

"What?!"

"Neither I, nor you will touch you. If you dare try, then Khushi I will be tempted to punish you more."

"But-"

"And most definitely not with anything else Khushi! If you even try to make yourself cum, there will be problems."

Khushi gaped. "All because of friggin' SnapChat?!!!"

"You know I have low tolerance for these things Khushi. I've asked not once, not twice, but many times to stop with the snapchatting, but you wouldn't."

He was right. He had asked her many times to stop, but Khushi didn't take it seriously. She continued to irritate him and it only pushed him. She couldn't deny it because she had screenshotted every single one of his snaps, and most of them were of him asking her to stop.

"I'm sorry," Khushi said softly.

"I know babe, but a punishment is a punishment. Hopefully you've learned your lesson."

He gave her a quick kiss and walked out of the room, leaving a pissy Khushi behind.

Oh this is so not over, she exclaimed in her head.

And it most definitely was not.



And that was the end of my OS ;D
I hope you guys loved it! Please do leave comments because I really am interested to know what you guys thought of this lol
Tbh, i was scared to post this lmao
Also, this OS will ONLY be available on here and not on IF
Once again, I hope you guys enjoyed this!
Controlling and The Game of Love will be updated sometime soon this week, so be on the lookout ;)
Till next time my shnokumz!
~EvryDayIRabbaVe <3 :-*

Oh yeah, and for my "Baby Doll" lovers...