Page 47 of Stepbrothers

“What? No, I don’t want a punishment.”

“You should have thought of that.” Hugh tugged her to the bench until she was standing at the end of it. “And done what I’d asked. It was for your own good. Now you’ll have to be reminded what happens when you don’t behave.”

“Reminded? I…oh…”

He’d tipped her forward at the waist so her chest pressed on the leather upper of the bench. Instinctively, she squirmed and tried to stand.

“No,” Hugh said, deftly capturing her wrists in just one of his hands and pinning them to the small of her back. “Keep still.”

“And have some dignity,” Parker said. “You’ve brought this on yourself.”

“Dignity!” She twisted and glared at Parker. “You have got a nerve and…oh! Fuck.”

Hugh had flicked her dress up, exposing her small pair of pink panties. He was going to spank her, she knew that. His brother had taken his hand to her behind already. It was clearly their thing.

A few seconds later, her panties were pulled down to her knees. A tremble went over her buttocks, and she screwed up her eyes. What had her life become? Tipped over with her rump in the air, helpless to stop a spanking.

“You will remember next time,” Hugh said and set his big cool hand over her ass cheeks. “To do as you are told.”

The air shifted a fraction of a second before the first spank swiped over her ass. She cried out and tried to push away. The pain bloomed instantly, heating her flesh. “Let me go.”

“Don’t fight us,” Parker said, coming to stand at her head. His groin level with her face. “You will only make it worse for yourself.”

“How could it be worse?” She gritted her teeth and glared up at him.

“Believe me,” he said and stroked her hair. “We have very good imaginations when it comes to discipline.”

“You are both…ouch!”

Hugh had spanked her again, twice, one fast slap on each buttock.

She went up onto her tiptoes, grinding forward on the bench.

Another spank, and another, a rapid raining down of his hand on her ass. With each strike she shunted on the bench. After a few moments she noticed her clit was rubbing over the smooth leather in a firm, rhythmic way. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the good sensations.

“She’s pinking up nicely,” Hugh said, pausing to stroke over her buttocks.

She held in a moan. Her pussy was dampening, she was sure of it. The spanking was turning her on. She had no idea how or why.

“She has such a pretty ass,” Parker said, also caressing her butt. “Shame she’s so naughty, huh, and it has to keep being spanked.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, quite the chore for us,” Hugh said lightly.

“Fuck you.” She yanked at her arms. Talking about her like that, as though she was a plaything.

“Stop it,” Hugh said, tightening his grasp. “Keep still.” He brought the flat of his palm down on her behind again and again.

She cried out, arching and bowing, her clit swelling and giving her something else to think about other than the red-hot discomfort.

“Keep the noise down,” Parker ordered.

“Stop smacking my ass, and I will.”

Hugh didn’t let up. He rouged her ass from the lower curve of her buttocks over their plumpest points. He even delivered a few that were dangerously close to her pussy lips.

“Oh fuck…fuck…” She let out a wail. “Ouch…I…”

“Jesus, shut her up, will you, Parker,” Hugh said, palming her left ass cheek and squeezing. “I’ve still got a way to go.”

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