Kevin dumped a pile of ice cubes down the back of his girlfriend’s shirt. Maria yelped. It was hilarious, a little adorable, and terrifying in a way that absolutely exhilarated Kevin.  

She whipped around, little ice cubes falling down her shirt, one sticking in the crease of her cutoff jeans, looking back at him in wide eyed surprise.

Laughter was all around them, their friends at the barbecue. They’d all been planning it for weeks, trying to get everyone’s work schedules lined up and praying sun would be out on the day they wanted.

The l couple had been careful not to let any marks show on Kevin’s body during their play in the last few weeks. He wasn’t planning on losing his shirt, but it was good to be careful.

After a moment, Maria started laughing to. She played up being angry, jokingly cursing Kevin out in Spanish.

The laugher faded, people drifted back to their conversations. And when she thought no one was looking, Maria gave Kevin a Look that promised retribution.

Kevin had to sit down before anyone caught sight of his erection.

Later that night, he didn’t need to hide it anymore.

He was in the position. Kneeling on the ground, hands tied behind his back. The usual blindfold covered his eyes. He was gagged, which was only slightly unusual. The rubber ball was making his jaw ache. Maria stood behind him, one hand on his shoulder.

“You were a very naughty boy today, weren’t you?”

Kevin nodded. He felt her fingernails dig into his shoulder before they disappeared.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” Her voice was a little distant now. Kevin nodded again. He could only assume she was getting the crop. Or the paddle. Or the—

“Stand up.”

When he did, Maria said nothing. She took slow, deliberate steps until she stood right in front of him. Not the paddle, then. The crop or the flogger, on his abs. Kevin braced himself, his erection throbbing between his legs...

He cried out a second later, when she shoved an ice pack right up against his manhood.

Maria laughed.