Page 24 of Her Stepbrother Master
She stepped closer and grasped his shirt, batting her eyelashes. “Are you sure? I thought we could go dancing. You’re the best jitterbug partner around, you know. Or we could stay in…” She tried to move past him into the apartment.
“Nope. I’m busy tonight. I may be tied up for quite a while, actually.”
Her smile stiffened and her eyes shifted to look over his shoulder. “Well...all right,” she said, clearly in no hurry to leave. “I guess I’ll see you later.”
“Yep. I guess so. Bye, Dottie.” He shut the door to end any further conversation and sighed. He hoped LuAnn hadn’t heard and been further mortified. While he enjoyed humiliating her for his pleasure, actually degrading her in front of someone else was a totally different thing and he didn’t want to lose the trust she had in him.
He walked in the bedroom to see LuAnn dart to the corner with a rustle of skirts, hoisting the hem to show off her still-bared bottom. Lust kicked through him. She still wanted to play. Or to please him. Either way, she was just the way he wanted her. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway.
“LuAnn, since you were very naughty, I’m going to have to use my belt on you tonight.”
She peeked over her shoulder, her eyes wide with fear.
He pointed at the bed. “Bend over the side of my mattress.” He unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops.
She backed away from him. “Brad, no, please. I’ve learned my lesson, I swear!”
He gave her a hard look. “I think you’re close. I’m going to give you five strokes with my belt, and after each one you will say, I will never lie to Daddy again. Understand?”
She nibbled her lip, but walked over, as he instructed.
He wondered if the high color in her cheeks was from embarrassment or arousal. He suspected a bit of both.
She folded her torso over the edge of the bed.
“Lift your skirts, LuAnn. From now on, I will always spank you on the bare, and if you fail to present yourself properly, I will ask you to take off all your clothes.” He used a sharp, scolding tone, and judging from her blush and widened eyes, she didn’t enjoy his displeasure.
She hoisted her skirt, gathering it up under her arms. Her bottom still held the color from her hand-spanking, rosy splotches concentrated over her sit spots. He could spank her all night and never grow tired of it. The little squeaks and moans she made, the way she danced under his hand, the incredible sight her bare bottom presented, all intoxicated him.
He rolled the buckle end of his belt around his fist to shorten the length of the strap to about a foot and a half. Although he’d only promised her five strokes, he intended to make them memorable. Her lie had irritated him and he didn’t want the behavior repeated.
He’d never spanked a girl with a belt before, so he took careful aim, not wanting to miss his mark. Snapping it down, he caught both buttocks across the middle.
LuAnn gave a muffled scream, her fingers twisting into his bedcovers.
He waited. One second passed, then two.
“I will never lie to Daddy again!” she cried, as if she’d only just caught her breath to speak.
“Good girl.” He swung the belt again, making a neat line precisely below the first.
Her feet pranced on the floor and she sobbed into the covers. “I will never, ever lie to Daddy again.”
The third stripe landed below the first two, at the juncture where buttocks meets thigh.
She squeezed her buttocks and bounced on her feet, making panicked sounds, her face still buried. “I will never lie to Daddy.” She sounded breathless again.
For the fourth welt, he made a diagonal stripe from her right down to her left, then used a backhanded swing to lay one on the opposite diagonal after she’d spoken.
Her back shook, but she still managed to speak the words he’d ordered.
The task completed, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her around to the head of the bed, where he sat down with his back against the headboard, her shaking body cradled in his arms.
He thumbed away her tears. “Shh. It’s over now and Daddy’s forgiven you. We won’t speak of it again.”
She pressed herself against him, as if she couldn’t be close enough.
Wrapping his arms around her, he rocked her side to side, murmuring sweet endearments into her silky hair.
