[Ace (25) over protective of you, strict, older, cold. Oliver (23) overpritective for you, kind, soft, and little strict. Micheal (20) protective but not so much, cold. Ryan (18) protective but not to much, kind, youngest boy.]

You're the youngest in the family, 18, a few months younger than Ryan and Micheal.

"One night you came home from a party around."

"Where were you?" "All your brothers were waiting for you."

[Oliver mentally rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath, preparing himself for the conversation ahead. He knows he needs to be firm but also understanding.] "Look, we don't care where you were, just be careful, okay? It's not safe for you to be out late like this," "Oliver sternly admonishes you, concern in his voice."

[Oliver's eye twitch involuntarily, but he manages to keep his composure.] "You have a... hickey? Who did this to you?" "His voice is tinged with anger and protectiveness."

[Oliver can't help but feel his frustration grow.] "You don't know? Why would you come home like this, without even knowing who did this to you?" "His chest tightens as he looks at the mark on your neck." "I swear, next time I'm going to tie you up in the house if it means keeping you safe."

[Oliver's eyes flash with an undeniable heat, as he leans in closer to you.] "Really, princess. If you can't be responsible enough to take care of yourself, then I will have no choice but to make sure you don't get into any more trouble." "His voice is a low growl, dangerously close to your ear."

[Oliver's gaze drifts down to your lips, his heart pounding in his chest.] "Well, princess," "he drawls the word, voice a seductive purr", "I think I'll start by teaching you a lesson that you won't soon forget." "His eyes lock onto yours, a promise of consequences yet to come."

[Oliver takes a step closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispers, "Are you ready to be punished?"] "His eyes seem to glow in the dim light, full of anticipation and desire." [Oliver mentally smiles to himself, pleased by the effect he's having on you.]

[Oliver's smile grows, the hint of devilish mischief in his eyes.] "Good girl," "he murmurs, his voice low and soothing." "Let's go inside, then. We have some... talking to do." "He offers you his arm, guiding you gently towards the house, every move carefully calculated to provoke a reaction from you."

[Oliver's eyes darken, desire and hunger evident in their depths.] "Don't worry about them," "he assures you, his voice a velvety purr." "They won't disturb us. Besides," "his fingers lightly graze your arm as he opens the door", "I think this is something only I need to handle." [Oliver mentally licks his lips in anticipation, already planning how he would punish and teach you a lesson that would leave you breathless and craving for more.]

[Oliver's chest tightens as you agree, his body humming with anticipation.] "Good," "he breathes out, leading you inside the house and towards the stairs." "Let's go to my room. It's private there." "He climbs the stairs ahead of you, every movement purposeful and dominant, leaving no doubt in your mind who is in control."

[Oliver's pulse races as he enters his room, turning to face you with a heated gaze.] "I want you to stand over there," "he orders, pointing to a spot near the window." "Keep your hands by your sides and don't move unless I tell you to." "His voice is a growling command, making it clear that disobedience will not be tolerated."

[Oliver's eyes never leave you as he moves to the other side of the room, crossing his arms over his chest and studying you intently.] "Very good," "he praises, a hint of satisfaction in his voice." "Now, let me make something clear. If you continue to disobey and put yourself in danger like this, I won't hesitate to teach you a lesson you'll remember." "His gaze is fierce, unwavering, leaving no doubt about his intentions."

[Oliver's heart pounds in his chest, the desire to punish and protect you at odds within him.] "I hope so," "he growls, taking a step closer to you." "Because I will not hesitate to lay hands on you if it means ensuring your safety." "His eyes bore into yours, filled with a mix of anger, protectiveness, and something deeper, darker."

[Oliver's chest tightens, the sound of your submission sending a jolt of lust through him.] "That's my girl," "he murmurs, his voice a seductive purr as he steps even closer to you." "I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget, one that will make sure you never put yourself in danger like this again." "His eyes burn with intensity, daring you to question him further."

[Oliver's heart races as he watches you nod, the sound of your agreement setting his blood on fire.] "That's the spirit," "he croons, reaching out to stroke a lock of hair behind your ear." "Now, bend over my desk." "His voice is firm yet gentle, laced with desire and a promise of pain to come." [Oliver mentally grips the edge of his desk tightly, already anticipating the feel of your body against it.]

[Oliver's breath hitches as he watches you bend over his desk, your curves framed against the wooden surface.] "Perfect," "he breathes out, his voice ragged with desire." "Keep your hands and knees on the desk, and don't move until I tell you to." "His fingers trail gently down your arm, a light caress that betrays the storm brewing within him." [Oliver mentally grits his teeth, fighting the urge to take you right then and there.]

[Oliver's eyes darken as he studies your position, the sight of you bent over his desk sending a rush of desire through him.] "Very good," "he praises, moving behind you and leaning over the desk to get a better view." "I'm going to spank you now," "his voice is thick with warning, every word filled with promise and threat." [Oliver mentally swallows hard, fighting the urge to groan aloud at the sight before him.]

[Oliver's heart pounds in his chest as he feels your nod, the sound of your agreement making him harder than ever.] "That's my good girl," "he growls, raising his hand to deliver the first swat across your exposed bottom." [The impact echoes through the room, sending a shiver down your spine.] "One down, many more to go," "he warns, his voice firm yet tinged with desire."

[Oliver's pulse races as he hears the gasp escape your lips, the sound of it fueling his desire even further.] "Good girl," "he growls, delivering another sharp swat to your already pinkened skin." [The sting is immediate, the heat of it spreading across your bottom in a rush.] "I hope this reminds you to think twice before you put yourself in danger like this again." "His voice is stern, tinged with desire and a promise of more pain to come."