Page 5 of Her Stepbrother Master
She tucked her arm back under her chest, but a few minutes later it came flying back again, her hips rolling and listing to dodge his punishing blows.
He grabbed her wrist and pinned it behind her back. “I warned you.” He peeled her panties down to her thighs.
LuAnn gasped, squeezing her legs together.
He went a little dizzy at the sight of her perfect, round and reddened cheeks. Even with her legs pressed together he could see a glimpse of her pink sex below, dewy with moisture. He stared at her pussy as he began to spank again, lust kicking through him. The display of her arousal leaking between her thighs made his cock turn rock hard. He bounced his knees to shift her away, hoping she hadn’t noticed his erection jutting into her hip.
“Please,” she cried.
He continued mercilessly, wanting to be sure he established his position of authority with her so she would follow his rules while living in his apartment. Or maybe it was just that he liked the sound of her little cries.
“Ow, please stop.”
He wanted her tears. This was a real, disciplinary spanking, and if he wasn’t going to tell her father, he needed to do a thorough job of it.
She kicked her heels, forcing him to clamp one leg over hers to pin her in place. She fought even harder, but he had her locked in position, her upturned bottom perfectly angled for punishment.
He continued spanking and she continued struggling, until at last he heard a sob and she collapsed over his knees, defeated.
Relieved at her submission, he lightened the spanks, but still paddled on, not wanting to teach her that a spanking ended as soon as she cried. He gave her twenty-five more, knowing he would leave her sore enough to remember the spanking the next day.
She lay over his lap, her body limp.
He pulled her panties back up and smoothed down her skirt. When he lifted her to sit beside him, she immediately jumped up, heading for the bathroom.
As he heard the click of the lock, a wedge of guilt tweaked him. He’d humiliated her. He’d been her childhood idol—the epitome of “cool” in her eyes, and he’d just bared her bottom and spanked her like a naughty child. How stupid of him. Without the kissing, cuddling or sex that usually followed spanking a girlfriend, she’d be left with nothing but tatters of her pride.
He walked to the bathroom door and put his ear against it. All he heard was the soft sound of crying. He tapped on the door. “LuAnn?”
She didn’t answer.
Cursing, he stuck his thumbnail in the keyhole and turned it, hoping he wouldn’t find her on the toilet. She wasn’t. She was standing, looking in the mirror at her tear-streaked face. She whirled around and he caught her wrist, pulling her up against his body.
“LuAnn.” He wrapped his arms around her. She stiffened at first, but he held her close until she softened against him. She smelled sweet, like freshly baked bread and banana splits with a touch of brandy on the edges. Her brown hair spilled out of her ponytail like strands of silk. He liked the sensation of her body melting into his, the soft curves of her breasts meeting his ribs, her wet cheek pressing against his chest.
He felt compelled to reassure her, to reward her for her submission to his punishment, yet he didn’t know how. He’d planned to be very stern and lecture her about his expectations, but now he found himself only wanting to soothe away the embarrassment he’d caused.
He kissed the top of her head.
She lifted her face, looking surprised and before his better sense stopped him, he bent his head and kissed her on the mouth. She kissed him back, moving her impossibly soft lips against his. Electricity tingled every place he came in contact with her, his cock surging against his trousers, his hand moving to cup her nape.
Oh, hell, what am I doing?
With effort, he pulled away and released her. Propelling her into his bedroom, he hefted the suitcases on their sides. “Which of these has your nightgown in it?” he asked.
Dazed, LuAnn blinked, her bottom throbbing in a steady beat with her heart. “I’m not sure. I was still tipsy when I was packing,” she admitted. Her body trembled from Brad’s kiss. What had it meant?
To her surprise, Brad chuckled. Now, it seemed, he was back to being the cool, laidback guy she remembered. Which almost made it worse. It was one thing if he was going to pretend to be her parent and scold and spank her, but she didn’t want Brad—the hero of so many childhood fantasies—thinking of her like a little girl he needed to discipline.
He unlatched the bags and threw them open, fishing out a wad of nightgowns, as well as her cosmetic bag. He handed them to her. “Go get ready for bed, mouse.”
She didn’t meet his eye as she took the things and ducked back into the bathroom to change. While she brushed her teeth, the phone rang.
Who would call at two in the morning? A girlfriend?
Brad picked it up. “Hello?”
She spit out her toothpaste and rinsed her mouth, opening the door to eavesdrop.
