Page 30 of Her Stepbrother Master
His cock went rock hard. “You were a very naughty little girl.” He applied the spoon to the right sit spot and this time she began vocalizing immediately.
“Ooh, ooh, ahhh, ow, ohhh….please, Daddy!”
He gave her pussy a light tap and she shrieked. Holding her hands to control her legs, he began to apply the spoon with real vigor, first right, then left in a relentless rhythm.
LuAnn let out a continuous scream through closed lips.
“You wasted Daddy’s money and burned our dinner on purpose. Daddy will not tolerate your fits, little girl.”
“I’m sorr-ee,” she howled.
He did not slow down or stop. “If you are upset with Daddy, you will talk to him about it, understand, little girl?”
“No fits,” she babbled frantically. “No fits, I promise. I’m so sorry. I’ll never do it again. Please, Daddy!”
He stopped and tapped her bottom with the spoon, surveying his work. Her skin had turned a dark shade of pink that promised to leave her sore the following day. “You were very naughty.”
Tears ran down from the outer corners of her eyes. “I’m really sorry. I really am.” She looked beautiful to him. He should not wish to see the girl he loved in such a state, but to him it was an intensely erotic sight. And judging by the liquid freely coating her nether lips, some part of her enjoyed it as well.
“When you displease Daddy, you take it in the bottom,” he said, arriving at a decision. He wouldn’t take her virginity until they married—which they needed to do straight away—but he felt comfortable exercising anal discipline, considering she’d made her decision plain.
Her eyes rounded and her hands came unclasped.
“Whoops.” He caught one wrist. “Did I say you could let go?”
“Bra—Daddy, no,” she whined.
He began to spank her rapidly again with the spoon. “Do you need more spanking to be compliant?”
“Ooh,” she shrieked. “No, Daddy. I’m compliant.”
“That’s better,” Brad said, looking every inch the stern disciplinarian. “Stay there.” He left for the bedroom.
Thrills of fear and excitement slithered through her.
When he returned, he carried the baby oil. Brad unbuckled his belt and his cock sprang out.
Her inner thighs quivered—no, her entire body trembled. The position he’d put her in was beyond humiliating with her legs up in the air like a baby having her diaper changed, her bottom not just bared to him, but spread with her female parts protruding lewdly.
Her cheeks throbbed from the paddling with the spoon—not quite as much as the hairbrushing he’d given her that first night, but nearly so.
She stared at his manhood, a bit shocked to finally see how a man’s private parts looked. She wondered how the rest of his body looked naked. She licked her lips.
He rubbed the baby oil over his cock, then put some on his fingers and massaged it into her most private hole.
She moaned like a hussy. Her sex ached for his touch, but he had yet to pay it any attention.
“Spread your cheeks for me, little girl.”
“I—” She couldn’t believe he asked that of her. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can, baby girl. Do you trust your Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. Squeezing her eyes closed with embarrassment, she parted her cheeks.
Brad pressed the head of his manhood against her back hole. Gripping her waist, he held her immobile as he pushed against the tight ring of muscle. “Take a deep breath, sweetheart.”
She drew in air and held it.
