Imagine being backstage at one of your boyfriend, Shawn Mendes's, concerts.
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"Five minutes till curtain," one of the large security guards call into Shawn's dressing room. "Okay," Shawn yells back to him.

"You'll do great baby boy," you whisper in his ear nibbling slightly on his ear lobe in the process. "Thank you darling," Shawn says running his thumb against the little bit of skin that was showing of your stomach where your shirt was slightly raised.   You were currently sitting on his lap as his hands were wrapped around your waist.

"You know what's going to be really hard?" Shawn asks. "Mmm?" you hum. "You are really turning me on right now and there's nothing I can do about it for several hours," Shawn says his voice going low and deep. "Sorry," you say giving a small giggle.

"But you know what I can do for," he looks at his watch then says, "three minutes?" "What?" you ask looking at him innocently. "I can tell you all of the things I'm going to do to you," Shawn says his grip tighting on your waist. "Then do it," you whisper.

"First I'm going to handcuff your pretty hands together so you can't touch anything. Then I am going to lick your soaking wet pussy and tease you to the point that you are just begging for me to touch you in some way. Lastly I will make you scream so loud people thousands of miles away with hear you screaming my name," Shawn says groaning as he gently moves your hips against his already half hard member. You moan as you imagine what he has planned for you.

"I think I'll like that daddy," you say moaning a little bit. "Good cause daddy's going to like giving that to you," Shawn smirks.

You close the distance between you two pressing your lips hard against Shawn's.

"Show time!" the same security guard yells from outside the dressing room again causing you two to pull apart.

Shawn picks you up by your hips and sets down on the empty spot of the couch net to him.

"Break a leg," you call after him as he exists the room giving you a thumbs up.

Standing up you pull your shirt back down and follow another security guard to the crowd waiting to see Shawn perform.

You stand next to a group of teenage girls as Shawn walks onto the stage. They all start to scream loudly as he begins to strum at his guitar.

"How are you doing __________ ( fill in the blank with your home town's name )?" Shawn asks into the microphone. More screams erupt threw the stadium. "Good," he gives a small chuckle, "well today I'm going to be performing a couple songs off of my new album. I hope you will have a good time." With that he starts to sing.

Several songs in Shawn was staring at you intently watching as you danced along to his voice. Quickly glancing at his black skinny jeans you see he has a small bulge.

Deciding to tease him a little you looking around you to make sure that no one was looking at you then pull the top of your shirt down a little to reveal a small part of your nipple.

You then look back up to Shawn with the most innocent face you can muster up and notice him staring at your cleavage.

Bringing your hand towards your boob you lightly squeeze it making sure Shawn saw and no one else did.

Shawn suddenly let's out a loud moan into the microphone in the middle of a high note. Quickly you fix your shirt hoping that no one saw the small interaction.

All the girls around you start to look at Shawn in a dream state as the dads and boyfriends of them send him death glares.

Shawn on the other hand gives you a 'you are so going to get it later look' and continues to sing pretending that what happened a few seconds ago never happened not taking his eyes off of you.

After the show was over you sat in Shawn's dressing room waiting for him to finish with his meet and greet.

As soon as the clock on your phone changed to ten p.m., the time it was all over, the door to the room opened and Shawn walked in locking it behind him.

"You were a very bad girl teasing daddy like that. You are going to be severely punished for that little stunt you pulled back there," Shawn says slowly walking towards you.

He quickly takes off all of your clothes leaving you naked in front of him.

He then takes a pair of real police officer handcuffs from his back pocket. Probably ones that he 'burrowed' from a security guard you decide.

"You have the right to remain silent," Shawn says taking your hands and handcuffing them tightly together behind your back.

Noticing that his once loving chocolate eyes where now pure black with lust you swallow hard.

He walks over to the clothing rack and takes a belt off of it. Gently whacking it in his other hand he slowly makes his way back to you.

"Let's see for teasing daddy and making him moan during a concert you deserve fifteen spanks. I want you to verbally count them and thank me for each ad every one. This is the only time you are aloud to speak and that is all I want to hear. No moaning aloud. Understand?" Shawn asks you. "Yes daddy," you reply your voice squeaking a tiny bit as he finally reached you once again. 

He took a hold of your shoulders placing you so that you were bent over the side of the couch.

"Okay here we go," he says. With that he whips your butt with the belt. "One. Thank you daddy," you say.

Several minutes later you are holding back tears as Shawn whips you for the last time. Your butt feeling as if it's in fire. "Fifteen. Thank you daddy," you say with tears in your eyes.

"Shh it's okay," Shawn says gently rubbing your butt soothing the sting.

You then hear the belt fall to the floor but you don't dare turn around to check. Shawn moves you so that you are laying on your back again on the couch.

"Now onto the really painful stuff," he says. You stare up at him as he looks down at you smirking.

He lays down next to you and allows his hands to travel down your body to your heat.

"Wet for daddy are you?" he asks running his fingers threw your crack. He then places them in his mouth tasting you.

He moans a little and says, "you taste so good baby girl." With that he places his head between your legs and just like he promised earlier starts to lick your soaking wet pussy aggressively eating you out.

Biting your lip to hold back your moans you start to taste blood. Suddenly not being able to take it anymore you let out a small moan.

"What was that?" Shawn asks picking his head up and looking at you. "N-Nothing," you say. "Y/N you know darn well that you just moaned. Now you get twelve more spanks for moaning then lying to daddy about it. You know the drill," he says picking you up and placing you against the couch once again.

He then whips you with the belt again. "One. Thank you daddy," you say.

Finally finishing with the spanks he places you back onto the couch. You watch him take off all of his clothes.

He then lays down next to you once more and lines himself up with your entrance. Slamming into you he whispers, "remember no moaning."

Not even giving you time to adjust he continues to forcefully thrust into you making your back arch up in pleasure.

After a while of the only sound that could be heard being Shawn's occasional grunts he says, "tell the whole world who is making you feel this good baby girl." You give a loud long moan of his name.

Shawn then begins to kiss your lips finding a new angle so that he could get deeper inside you.

Suddenly you feel a tightness in your lower stomach. "Shawn," you whisper, "I-I'm close." "Not yet," he grunts.

Holding back your climax you let Shawn give a few more long strokes.

"Okay now," Shawn says. You immediately cum all over him as he cums inside you.

He then takes himself out of you and stands up. He looks around for the key to the handcuffs. Finding it he comes back over to you unlocking them.

"Don't you ever do something like that little stunt to daddy ever again understood?" Shawn asks. "Yes. It won't ever happen again," you says as he throws the handcuffs and key in a small pile on the floor.

"Good girl. Now get dressed we gotta go home," he says throwing you your clothes.

You try to stand up to put them on but immediately fall to the ground. "Are you okay baby?" Shawn asks rushing to your side. "Yeah just sore," you reply standing back up with his help. He then helps you get dressed and carries you to his jeep so that you two can go home.

A/N: Well okay then...that happened.

Published
May 18 2017