Page 4 of Her Stepbrother Master
“I, um, I’m not sure.”
His eyes narrowed.
“Honest. One was called Derek and the other John. I never heard the other two guys’ name and I didn’t get any last names.”
“Hmm.” He didn’t fully believe her. Starting the car, he drove to his place.
LuAnn looked out the window when they arrived. “Where are we?”
“My abode.” He stepped out of the car and grabbed two of her suitcases, leading her up the stairs to his little apartment, which sat over the garage of his landlady’s house.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” she said in a small voice.
She seemed so diminished, he wanted to wrap her up in his arms and make her forget her rough night. But if he was going to let her stay with him, he needed to play stern.
She’d been right. He couldn’t very well drop her off in Connecticut and leave her unattended for several weeks until her parents returned. His brother Brian would make a far better chaperone than he, but Brian was so wrapped up in his big case, he might not see the outside of his office for weeks. Besides, after what had happened with the Battleton boys, Brad needed to know she was safe.
“Just because I’m not telling our parents doesn’t mean you’re getting off scot-free.” He brought her suitcases to his bedroom. He would sleep on the couch—it was the gentlemanly thing to do. He walked back out to where she was standing, looking rumpled and contrite. “Mrs. McCormick said this wasn’t the first time you’ve broken the dormitory rules.”
“No.” Her face flushed and she lowered her eyes. “That’s true.”
“So you love college because it’s one big party, right? Boys and cigarettes and liquor?”
“I like my classes.”
He almost laughed. “You’re lying.” He watched as fresh color bloomed across her cheeks. Before he could stop himself, he said, “I will punish you for lies, little girl.”
Her eyes widened and she swallowed, but something made him think his words excited her. The quickened breath perhaps, or the way her plump lips parted.
“Do you have a brush in your purse?”
“Yes, why—?” She rummaged in her handbag for it. Before he could answer, understanding dawned on LuAnn’s face and she drew the hairbrush she’d retrieved tight against her ribs.
“Because I intend to spank you for breaking the dorm rules.” He pried the brush from her fingers and led her by the elbow to the couch, where he sat down and pulled her over his thighs.
“You can’t spank me,” she insisted, struggling to get up.
He wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her in place. “No? Would you rather I let your father do the job when he gets home?”
She went still. “No. Does this mean you won’t tell him?”
“I won’t tell him, mouse. Just like you never told on me all those times you watched me climbing in and out my bedroom window late nights in high school.”
“Doesn’t that mean you should skip this spanking now? Because you owe me?”
He chuckled. “Probably. But I’m not going to.” His cock gave a surge of interest at the enticing sight she made. Spanking naughty girls was a pleasure he’d been indulging in since high school, when he’d given his first spanking to Angela Jamison, who had literally thrown herself at him afterward. But he shouldn’t think about those kinds of spankings now. This was LuAnn, his little sister, and this was real discipline, not something sexual. Or at least he’d keep telling himself that.
He pulled her skirt up and let it drape over her back, exposing her white lace-trimmed panties. She froze, lifting her head as if to listen for what he would do next. He picked up the wooden hairbrush and aimed it for the lower part of her right cheek, smacking her sit spot.
She jerked, tightening her buttocks. She had a lush bottom, he realized, as he smacked the other sit spot. Curvy but muscular, her twin globes had a perkiness that made his blood heat. He’d bet she did wonders for a swimsuit. He picked up his pace, spanking one side then the other in a steady rhythm, wondering idly whether her breasts were as magnificent as her ass.
But it was wrong to think of little LuAnn that way. She was his stepsister, not a girl he intended to put the moves on. Except the lovely young woman did not resemble the skinny thirteen-year-old he’d lived with for a year and called mouse. And the way his body reacted to spanking her was definitely not brotherly.
LuAnn cried out, writhing over his knees. He yanked her waist in close, pinning her down as he continued to paddle her bottom.
“Ouch, stop!” She reached back to cover up.
“Remove your hand or I will pull down your panties and spank you on your bare bottom, little girl.” He wasn’t sure where that came from—it certainly wasn’t appropriate.
