Page 22 of Stepbrothers

He sat on the end of the bed, dragging her down with him. She squirmed and writhed within his hold, but it was no good. Within seconds her belly was pressed against his knees and she was staring at the floor. Blood rushed to her head.

“Bastard.” She scrabbled for something to hold on to. Opted for his leg and a handful of bedding. “I’ve never done anything to you.”

“No, it’s yourself you’ve been harming. But that’s all going to end now. And you’ll remember this moment as a pivotal point where everything changed.” He tugged roughly at her silky purple dress, slipping it up her legs and rucking it in the small of her back. Cool air washed over her hot skin.

Her thong underwear was sheer, tiny, and did nothing to cover her buttocks. Instinctually, she tried to cover her ass, hide it from his view, but he batted her hand away. For a moment she unbalanced, but then he trapped her close to his body, his grip steely. Her buttocks were now the highest point of her.

“Naughty girls get spanked,” he said brusquely. “And because I’m your brother, that job has come down to me.”

“Will you just…oh!”

He’d delivered a swift slap over both of her ass cheeks. The sting was shocking and grew to a blistering heat.

“You cannot be serious, I mean really…” Embarrassment heated her face. How mortifying to be in this position with a man she barely knew. A man who clearly thought she was his to order around. “Leave me alone…ouch!”

He’d spanked her again. Hard. The sound of flesh on flesh was loud in the room, seeming to echo. She tried to push up and escape.

It was no good. He had her pinned in place. “You should stop struggling. It will only make things worse.”

“How could they be fucking worse?” she said breathlessly.

“Oh, they could be…much worse.”

Spank. Spank. Spank.

Three more swipes of his palm in quick succession. The pain layered up. He was clearly an expert in getting the angle just right to produce maximum sting.

“That fucking hurts,” she huffed, her hair hanging over her face and sweat popping on her brow.

“It’s supposed to.”

He smacked her bottom again, and again. A fast, determined rhythm that felt like a swarm of wasps attacking her. She’d never been so helpless, so chastened.

With each slap the air shot from her lungs, only for her to drag it back in with a shocked gasp. She arched her back and kicked her feet.

“I told you. Keep still.” He paused and ran his hand over her smarting ass. Stroking first the left and then the right cheek. “You’re going quite red, you know.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” She squeezed her eyes tight shut. The feel of his cool hand caressing her stinging flesh stimulated new sensations. It tightened her pussy and nipples. A weight grew in her pelvis. All she could feel was him, his fingers, now stroking the creases between her buttocks and the tops of her thighs.

He went dangerously close to her pussy covered only by a slip of material. Was she wet? She felt it. Her pussy quivered as he traced the thin lace of the thong up between her buttocks.

“Are you beginning to understand that we only want what is best for you?” he asked quietly.

“I want you to leave me alone.” Her breaths were shallow. She could hear her pulse in her ears and feel it in her clit which was pushed up against his leg.

“No, you don’t. Not really.”

Smack. Smack.

He resumed the spanking. Hard and fast. The air shifting a nano-second before each slap.

She wanted to cry out, but apart from not wanting a sock in her mouth, she didn’t want him to know how much it bloody hurt. She was made of tough stock. Wasn’t she?

So she took the spanking, the pain thick now, penetrating. Her flesh felt ripe, raw, on fire. She had no idea how long he’d go on for. What his measure of a spanking was. Redness? Tears? Apologies?

“Hugh would do the same,” Parker said, pausing. “You should know that.”

“I do know that. You’re both as sadistic as each other.”

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