Page 39 of Her Stepbrother Master
“Daddy’s going to punish your bottom hole, Lulu. You were a very naughty girl.”
She moaned into the covers.
He parted her cheeks with the fingers of one hand, holding them open as he dragged the carrot through the oil, using it to paint her anus.
She attempted to squeeze her cheeks together, but a low growl from him put an end to that.
“Open for Daddy.”
He sensed her forced relaxation as she sank deeper into submission, her puckering hole tightening and releasing. He applied steady pressure and she blew out her breath as the sphincter opened and let in the carrot.
“Good girl.”
He pressed the narrow, tapered end in and out, getting her used to the sensation before he began to plunge it to the full width. He’d cut a notch at the top to hold it in and he eased it toward the widest part now.
Her tight hole spread to accommodate the carrot as he pushed it all the way up to the notch, where it settled. She panted as if she’d just run a marathon.
“Tonight is about the carrot and the stick, Lulu. Normally, a carrot would be the reward, but in this case, both will be used for punishment.”
She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at him in confusion.
He eased her off his lap, arranging her so she was bent over the edge of the bed. Picking up the cane, he tapped her bottom with it. “The carrot and the stick.”
Her eyes rounded and he had the pleasure of watching her anus contract around the carrot, making it move inward, as if her ass would swallow it.
He stood on her left side and put one hand on her lower back to hold her still. “Six strokes of the cane.”
The alarm in her green eyes should not be so satisfying. But she trusted him. She lay perfectly still, waiting for his punishment.
He tapped the cane several times on her ass, just below the carrot, perfecting his aim. Drawing it back, he let it swing.
She lurched to her tiptoes with a scream.
“I know, baby girl. This spanking will hurt, not just tonight but for a few days. I want you to remember how your lies hurt Daddy.”
He was probably laying it on too thick. She already felt remorse, he was sure of that. But he was in full disciplinarian-mode now, and the words just seemed to come out of him. He tapped the cane again, just below the first stripe.
Her shoulders hunched in anticipation.
He let it fly, the swish of the thin rod through the air reaching his ears a moment before her next scream. A second red line streaked across both buttocks, just below the first. “That was two.” He didn’t make her count this time—he doubted she’d be able to.
He repeated the tapping for the third line to prepare her skin for the strike. He delivered it with precision, pleased with how neat and even the welts lay.
LuAnn had begun to cry softly in the covers, her face completely buried.
He stroked her back. “You’re doing so well, baby girl. Just three more and we’re finished.”
She gave a whimper of assent.
Her ass made the most glorious sight. Her lower cheeks had been painted the prettiest shade of blush, the carrot nestled between them as a symbol of her complete humiliation. The cane marks stood out as raised, puffy lines, a darker red from her cheeks.
And despite the pain, which he knew must be testing her limits, sweet honey dripped from her pussy.
He wanted to bury his cock in that nectar and pound her into oblivion. He wanted to gather her into his arms and tell her how perfect she was, how utterly beautiful, sweet and undeniably his. But he also wanted to savor every moment of the spanking, which had him nearly dizzy with lust and the power coursing through him.
He tapped the cane below the third line. He didn’t hold back. He made each stroke count, made his baby girl pay for her naughtiness. He laid the fifth line at the juncture where buttocks meet thighs and the sixth on the back of the thighs. She howled the loudest for that one, her feet dancing.
“It’s over, it’s all over, baby.” He scooped her into his arms and settled her on his lap. “You’re my baby, my sweet little girl.” He showered her face, eyelids and tears with butterfly kisses.
