Page 23 of Her Stepbrother Master
“Hey,” he said softly, his hand at her face gentle. “Look at me.”
She pressed her cheek against his shoulder, refusing to obey.
“Are you embarrassed?”
She whimpered.
“Do you know what happened?”
She gave her head a subtle shake. Did he know? It sort of seemed like she’d peed on him, except she hadn’t released her bladder.
“Baby, that was hot. The guys I hang around with—they like to brag that they can get a girl to squirt, but I thought it was a myth. I’ve never seen it before. You’re my first.” He nudged her head until she faced him.
She opened first one eye and then the other. “That—that was a good thing?”
“Heck, yeah. That was every man’s fantasy. And I wasn’t even touching you there.” He pressed his lips to hers with soft exploration. “Very hot, mouse,” he murmured.
A liquid warmth filled her chest, snaking down her core and pooling between her legs. She kissed him back, parting her lips and extending the tip of her tongue to tease him.
He pulled away and smiled at her, stroking her cheek.
“It wasn’t pee,” she said, needing to make sure he knew.
Brad’s lips twitched. “You know what, mouse? Even if it had been pee, there’d be no reason for you to be ashamed. You’re my baby girl and I’m your daddy. I would simply put you in the bath to clean you up.”
A fresh bloom of heat licked through her as she remembered the last time he’d given her a bath. He must have remembered, too, because his hand moved up her thigh, under her skirt. Her panties were still tangled around her thighs, so his palm reached her bare buttock, hot from his punishment. He squeezed.
“And afterward, I would rub you down with baby oil,” he said. “But since your spanking wasn’t finished, I wouldn’t be able to give you any pleasure. I’d have to spank your bottom again, and the oil would make it sting even worse.” He was dirty-talking, she realized. And it worked, because more moisture leaked between her legs. He gripped her buttock more firmly, his fingers pressing into her smarting flesh. “What did I tell you would happen if you lied to Daddy again?”
Distracted by thoughts of Brad rubbing her naked body with oil she simply blinked at him.
“Do you remember?”
Her tummy clenched when she recalled his threat. She nodded.
“Say it.”
“You said I’d have to stand in the corner with my spanked bottom on display.”
“That’s right, baby girl.” He picked her up and stood her on her feet between his knees. Pointing to the corner, he lifted his chin.
She hesitated, but he raised one eyebrow, looking displeased again. She leaped into action, spinning around and heading for the corner.
“Hold your skirts up so I can see those rosy red cheeks.”
Her pussy clenched. Why on earth would he want to see her punished bottom? She wrapped her fingers in her skirt and hiked it up, inch by inch until it reached her waist. Imagining what her bottom must look like from his perspective, she squeezed her cheeks together reflexively, then forced them to relax. This couldn’t be more mortifying.
Or maybe it could. A few minutes later a knock sounded at the door and she whirled, dropping her skirts and giving Brad a panicked look.
“Go into my bedroom and shut the door.”
She didn’t wait to be told twice, scurrying for the safety of the bedroom, her face hot with shame at the idea of her humiliating punishment being witnessed. She heard the sound of a female voice, but it didn’t sound like Mrs. V. She paced the room, twisting her fingers. Who could it be?
Brad’s raging erection thankfully eased at the interruption, but the sight of Dottie, one of the girls he’d been casually dating before LuAnn moved in, did not come as a pleasant surprise. He leaned against the doorframe, blocking the door. “Hi, Dottie, what’s going on?”
“Nothing, I just was in the neighborhood. I thought I’d stop in and say hello.” She unzipped her pink jacket a little, calling attention to her ample cleavage.
He groaned inwardly. “I’m sorry, now is not a good time for me, okay, sugar?”
