Page 119 of Stepbrothers

She pushed at them, too, until both her sweats and panties were caught around her upper legs and her bare bottom was uncovered.

The cool air washed over her buttocks, and she clenched in anticipation of the first smack.

“I wouldn’t do that,” he said, smoothing his rough palm over her ass. “It’ll make it worse.”

“Just get on with it.” She screwed up her eyes. The sooner this was over, the better.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Still he stroked her, his big, warm hand exploring the shape of her ass. Following the groove between her buttocks then caressing her upper thighs.

Her pussy clenched. She wondered if he was remembering their fuck in the hotel. He’d taken her hard from behind. Slapped her butt then. It had been magnificent, erotic, mind-blowing.

And then it came, the first spank. Hard and fast and covering her entire right buttock.

“Oh fuck!” She sprang upright and reached both hands around to cover her ass cheeks. “Jesus, Trig.”

“Don’t try and block me.” He caught both of her wrists in just one of his hands and pressed them onto the small of her back, forcing her to bend forward again.

She was no match to his strength.

She turned to the right, her cheek squashed on the island. Her right buttock was on fire. Squirming, she let out a groan.

“Take it with some dignity.” He stroked her left ass cheek. “And remember, you brought this on yourself.”

A split second before the next slap landed squarely on her left buttock, she felt the air shift. Then it was there, his palm, sending blazes of heat over her flesh.

Again, she cried out, arching her back and going onto her tiptoes.

But he didn’t spank her again, or even speak, he just let her writhe and wriggle in his grip. It was as if he was letting the spank do his work for him.

“You finished?” he asked when she’d stopped whimpering.

“Yes.” She sniffed.

“Good.”

Another smack, one to each buttock. Accurate and swift, they had her skin smarting and burning hot.

Again, he just stood still and in silence as she breathed through the sting.

“What’s going on?” Hugh’s deep voice rumbled into her brain.

She opened her eyes and saw him striding across the apartment, Parker at his side.

“Our little sister,” Trig delivered two more spanks, lower this time, catching her upper thighs, “has been very disobedient.”

“Ouch!” She lurched forward, battling to release her hands from his grip.

He allowed them to be free, and she curled her fists and rested her forehead on them.

“Hey.” Parker was in front of her. He reached for her hands and covered them with his own. “Look at me, baby.”

She opened her eyes.

“I did warn you about this.” His face was level with hers and only a few inches away.

“I know.” Her bottom was on fire, like real flames had licked over it. The heat spread up her spine and down her legs.

He squeezed her knuckles. “Just breathe through it.”

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