Page 10 of Her Stepbrother Master
Her shoulders sagged.
“I guess I need to buy you the Betty Crocker cookbook that no household is without these days,” he said with a wink.
She snatched his plate away and stomped to the kitchen. “You do not!” She scraped the potato salad off his plate and returned it, dropping it unceremoniously in front of him.
He narrowed his eyes in warning. “Don’t be embarrassed. It was a simple mistake.”
“Don’t tell me how to feel.”
“Watch your tone, little girl.”
She stomped on his toes with force enough to hurt them.
“Uh-oh,” he said, scooting his chair back.
She immediately retreated, probably suspecting his intent. He caught her wrist and pulled her forward, face down over his knees. She pounded on his legs. “Stop it! Let me up!”
“Quiet down, mouse, or you’ll have Mrs. V over here to witness your spanking. I don’t think you’d like that, would you?”
“Stop it,” she repeated, although she did lower her voice.
He flipped her long poodle skirt up her back. “I will not tolerate tantrums or disrespect while you’re in my household,” he said. “And I rather enjoy spanking you, mouse, so you’d be wise to be remember it.” Since he’d done it once, he went straight to pulling her panties down, ignoring her hand flailing behind to cover her delightful rump. He began to spank her fast and hard, punishing her flesh with firm slaps. Right side, left side, middle, he alternated his target each time. Setting up a steady rhythm as she bucked and writhed on his lap. His cock grew hard at the sight of her.
“Ow...please!” she squeaked.
He kept at it, even though his hand stung.
Her wiggling caused her hips to rub against his hardened cock, tormenting him with the sensation. He brought his hand down on the back of her thigh, four times in the exact same place and she howled between clenched teeth. He gave the other side the same treatment. “That was very naughty, mouse.”
“Sor-ry!” she wailed. “Please stop.”
He didn’t want to stop. It felt too good to apply his palm to her perfect ass, turning her milky white skin to pink.
“Please?” she begged, kicking her legs.
Like the night before, he saw evidence of her arousal on the glossy lips of her sex. The urge to touch her there sent a wave of feverish heat pouring through his body. He stopped spanking and closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped again. “Please.”
He opened his eyes again, finding control. Running his hand over her warmed cheeks, he caressed her curves. “Naughty girls will be punished, mouse.” Of their own accord, his fingers brushed the outer lips of her sex.
She went still.
He circled her bottom again, once more allowing one of his fingers to brush her feminine charms.
Her legs fell open.
His breath stalled in his chest. He circled again, this time taking his middle finger slowly and deliberately up the slit of her pussy. Her nectar coated his finger, the slickness making his cock jerk to be inside her.
A small sound came out of her mouth—something like a moan.
He needed to stop this right away, before he did something even more inappropriate. Lifting her up, he stood her between his knees. Remembering her panties were still tangled around her thighs, he hiked up her skirt, getting a glimpse of her silky thatch of curls and the frontal view of her pussy. He pulled her panties up and held her thighs, under the skirt. He liked the sensation of her bare skin under his fingers. He stroked down her legs and back up again.
Her knees trembled but she held still for him, her eyes wide and focused on his face. “I’m sorry,” she murmured again.
He forced himself to drop his hands. “It’s over, mouse,” he said. “Let’s eat this nice dinner you made us.”
She blushed and tugged at her sweater set, straightening imaginary wrinkles.
