Page 22 of Her Stepbrother Master
“How about your English and History courses?”
“A minus and B plus.”
“Good. What other classes do you have?”
“That’s all this semester,” she said, then stopped, realizing she’d tripped up.
He glanced at the paper. “What’s this one?” he asked and pointed to the class time she’d listed every afternoon from two-thirty to four.
She nibbled her lip. Okay, that wasn’t actually a real class, it was the one she’d written down to give herself some wiggle room. She hadn’t wanted to stay cooped up in his apartment by herself all day, every day. She’d go crazy. “Uh, that one is a hands’ on teaching lab.”
He lifted his brows with interest, which increased her guilt over lying. “Oh yeah? Which class is it associated with?”
“Um...it’s...”
“Are you lying to me, mouse?”
“Well, no, what do you mean?”
His eyes narrowed. “It was a simple question. I get the feeling you’re lying about something. What is it?”
She shivered. How did he know? “What makes you think that?”
“You have three seconds to come clean, or I’m going to get a wooden spoon from the kitchen and?—”
“I don’t really have a class,” she said quickly. “I made that one up so I wouldn’t be stuck here all the time.” She winced at his darkening expression.
“So you decided to defy my rules, little girl?” He pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down on it. “Your little bottom is going to be very sorry. Lift up your skirt, pull down your panties and lie across my lap. Now. One...”
The firmness in his tone had her scrambling to her feet. Was he actually mad? “Two…”
She wrestled her skirt up and slid down her panties.
“Three…”
She dived over his lap like a scared rabbit.
He ran his hand over her bare buttocks, circling them. Shivers of anticipation shot through her. She tensed when his hand lifted away. When it returned with force, she squeaked in surprise.
He set a brisk pace, spanking her bottom in a pattern of left, right, middle over and over again. “LuAnn Walter, I already warned you once about lying.”
She bucked at the stinging blows. “Ouch...oh! I know—I’m sorry.”
“Not only did you lie, but you acted in a deceitful way, tricking me to avoid part of your punishment, which was to remain in this apartment studying when you’re not in classes.”
“I’m sorry.” She wriggled under his rapid-fire smacks, finding his hand almost as hard as the hairbrush he’d wielded that first night. “Ouch, ooh,” she cried. “Please.” Worse than the stinging pain, his displeasure with her made her want to crawl under the table. She wanted his forgiveness, needed to earn his approval again.
And her body’s incomprehensible reaction to the spanking was to make her pussy pulse with heat. What was wrong with her? She shouldn’t be thinking about Brad’s fingers shoving inside her again, nor about the way he’d rubbed baby oil all over her body a few nights before. And yet, that was all her brain conjured. Desire coiled deep in her core.
Oh, dear—oh, heavens! A gush of liquid released from her sex, wetting her inner thighs.
Brad stopped paddling her.
Mortified, she rolled off his lap in a lurch, desperate to hide her face.
Brad caught her with a strong arm around her waist and pulled her back onto his lap.
She twisted her neck to bury her face in his shirt. She would have preferred he tossed her back over his knees for more spanking than to have to face him now.
