Page 25 of Her Stepbrother Master
She reached for her panties, but he stopped her, dragging them off her.
“Daddy’s not finished with his baby girl yet,” he murmured in her ear.
She shivered, but he doubted it was from fear.
“LuAnn,” he said huskily, “Your body belongs to Daddy.” He caressed her welted bottom with his palm, making light circles over the swollen flesh. “This bottom belongs to Daddy, and when you’re naughty, Daddy will punish it on the outside and inside.”
Her head jerked up, her eyes wide.
“If Daddy decides you’ve learned your lesson, then he can make it pleasurable for you. If he thinks you still require correcting, he will use it to help you remember who you belong to.”
Her breath had quickened—the sobbing breaths long gone, replaced by short inhalations that made her perky breasts heave. “D-do you think I’ve learned my lesson?”
The question pleased him. It meant she didn’t question or object to anything he’d asserted, only wanted to know which treatment to expect. He smiled and brushed his lips across hers. “Yes, baby girl. You took your spanking very well. Daddy is proud of you. Now, I want you to take off your clothes and lie across my lap again.”
To his delight, she obeyed, scrambling back off him and turning her back as she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. The corset-bra followed, then the girdle and skirt. She crisscrossed her arms over her breasts and turned around.
“LuAnn, drop your arms. You never hide from Daddy.”
She licked her lips and the sight of her tongue made him dizzy.
“Now, baby girl.” He brought a tinge of warning to his voice.
She dropped her arms, clasping her fingers in front of her little pussy instead.
He patted his lap. “Lie down, mouse.”
She crawled over him with her bottom raised in the air and settled exactly where he wanted her. She was perfection. Seeing her like this made him vow to only spank her in the nude, despite his earlier edict. Her naked breasts pressed into the bed, her slender shoulders hunched. The graceful curve of her spine led to the delightful dimples at the back of her pelvis. And then there was her glorious ass. He loved the way it looked bearing his marks.
He pinned her wrists at her lower back. Reaching for the baby oil beside the bed, he dribbled a line down her cleft, smiling at the way she jerked at the sensation. He rubbed the oil into her crack, massaging her inner cheeks, circling the pretty pucker of her anus. He rolled his index and middle fingers in the oil.
“You see, when you’re naughty, my sweet little mouse, I have to remind you who is in charge.” He applied pressure to her anus, gently circling his finger. “Let me in.”
Her little sphincter clenched, along with her buttocks.
He slapped the back of her thigh three times and she shrieked. “I said, let me in.”
“I-I don’t know how.”
“Take a deep breath.”
She complied.
“Now blow it out and relax this.” He wiggled his finger at her back entrance.
She obeyed and his middle finger slid inside. He eased it in and out and she arched for him, giving a cry of surprise.
“You see, baby girl? Your bottom is mine to do whatever I please to it. Does that feel good?”
She made an incoherent sound.
He began to push his finger deeper with each slow inward stroke. “Do you like that? Or do you want Daddy to stop?”
“Yes...no, no, no.”
“I can’t understand you, mouse. Tell me what you want.”
She didn’t speak for so long he thought he’d have to chastise her again, but then she lifted her head and said hoarsely. “Please don’t stop.”
