Page 12 of Her Stepbrother Master (Master Me #7)
Brad’s lips twitched. “You know what, mouse? Even if it had been pee, there’d be no reason for you to be ashamed. You’re my baby girl and I’m your daddy. I would simply put you in the bath to clean you up.”
A fresh bloom of heat licked through her as she remembered the last time he’d given her a bath.
He must have remembered, too, because his hand moved up her thigh, under her skirt.
Her panties were still tangled around her thighs, so his palm reached her bare buttock, hot from his punishment. He squeezed.
“And afterward, I would rub you down with baby oil,” he said.
“But since your spanking wasn’t finished, I wouldn’t be able to give you any pleasure.
I’d have to spank your bottom again, and the oil would make it sting even worse.
” He was dirty-talking, she realized. And it worked, because more moisture leaked between her legs.
He gripped her buttock more firmly, his fingers pressing into her smarting flesh.
“What did I tell you would happen if you lied to Daddy again?”
Distracted by thoughts of Brad rubbing her naked body with oil she simply blinked at him.
“Do you remember?”
Her tummy clenched when she recalled his threat. She nodded.
“Say it.”
“You said I’d have to stand in the corner with my spanked bottom on display.”
“That’s right, baby girl.” He picked her up and stood her on her feet between his knees. Pointing to the corner, he lifted his chin.
She hesitated, but he raised one eyebrow, looking displeased again. She leaped into action, spinning around and heading for the corner.
“Hold your skirts up so I can see those rosy red cheeks.”
Her pussy clenched. Why on earth would he want to see her punished bottom?
She wrapped her fingers in her skirt and hiked it up, inch by inch until it reached her waist. Imagining what her bottom must look like from his perspective, she squeezed her cheeks together reflexively, then forced them to relax. This couldn’t be more mortifying.
Or maybe it could. A few minutes later a knock sounded at the door and she whirled, dropping her skirts and giving Brad a panicked look.
“Go into my bedroom and shut the door.”
She didn’t wait to be told twice, scurrying for the safety of the bedroom, her face hot with shame at the idea of her humiliating punishment being witnessed. She heard the sound of a female voice, but it didn’t sound like Mrs. V. She paced the room, twisting her fingers. Who could it be?
Brad’s raging erection thankfully eased at the interruption, but the sight of Dottie, one of the girls he’d been casually dating before LuAnn moved in, did not come as a pleasant surprise. He leaned against the doorframe, blocking the door. “Hi, Dottie, what’s going on?”
“Nothing, I just was in the neighborhood. I thought I’d stop in and say hello.” She unzipped her pink jacket a little, calling attention to her ample cleavage.
He groaned inwardly. “I’m sorry, now is not a good time for me, okay, sugar?”
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.
She reached for her panties, but he stopped her, dragging them off her.
“Daddy’s not finished with his baby girl yet,” he murmured in her ear.
She shivered, but he doubted it was from fear.
“LuAnn,” he said huskily, “Your body belongs to Daddy.” He caressed her welted bottom with his palm, making light circles over the swollen flesh. “This bottom belongs to Daddy, and when you’re naughty, Daddy will punish it on the outside and inside.”
Her head jerked up, her eyes wide.
“If Daddy decides you’ve learned your lesson, then he can make it pleasurable for you. If he thinks you still require correcting, he will use it to help you remember who you belong to.”
Her breath had quickened—the sobbing breaths long gone, replaced by short inhalations that made her perky breasts heave. “D-do you think I’ve learned my lesson?”
The question pleased him. It meant she didn’t question or object to anything he’d asserted, only wanted to know which treatment to expect.
He smiled and brushed his lips across hers.
“Yes, baby girl. You took your spanking very well. Daddy is proud of you. Now, I want you to take off your clothes and lie across my lap again.”
To his delight, she obeyed, scrambling back off him and turning her back as she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. The corset-bra followed, then the girdle and skirt. She crisscrossed her arms over her breasts and turned around.
“LuAnn, drop your arms. You never hide from Daddy.”
She licked her lips and the sight of her tongue made him dizzy.
“Now, baby girl.” He brought a tinge of warning to his voice.
She dropped her arms, clasping her fingers in front of her little pussy instead.
He patted his lap. “Lie down, mouse.”
She crawled over him with her bottom raised in the air and settled exactly where he wanted her.
She was perfection. Seeing her like this made him vow to only spank her in the nude, despite his earlier edict.
Her naked breasts pressed into the bed, her slender shoulders hunched.
The graceful curve of her spine led to the delightful dimples at the back of her pelvis.
And then there was her glorious ass. He loved the way it looked bearing his marks.
He pinned her wrists at her lower back. Reaching for the baby oil beside the bed, he dribbled a line down her cleft, smiling at the way she jerked at the sensation.
He rubbed the oil into her crack, massaging her inner cheeks, circling the pretty pucker of her anus.
He rolled his index and middle fingers in the oil.
“You see, when you’re naughty, my sweet little mouse, I have to remind you who is in charge.” He applied pressure to her anus, gently circling his finger. “Let me in.”
Her little sphincter clenched, along with her buttocks.
He slapped the back of her thigh three times and she shrieked. “I said, let me in.”
“I-I don’t know how.”
“Take a deep breath.”
She complied.
“Now blow it out and relax this.” He wiggled his finger at her back entrance.
She obeyed and his middle finger slid inside. He eased it in and out and she arched for him, giving a cry of surprise.
“You see, baby girl? Your bottom is mine to do whatever I please to it. Does that feel good?”
She made an incoherent sound.
He began to push his finger deeper with each slow inward stroke. “Do you like that? Or do you want Daddy to stop?”
“Yes...no, no, no.”
“I can’t understand you, mouse. Tell me what you want.”
She didn’t speak for so long he thought he’d have to chastise her again, but then she lifted her head and said hoarsely. “Please don’t stop.”
He chuckled. “That’s my girl. I can make it good for you. When you’re very obedient, it makes Daddy want to give you every kind of pleasure.”
She moaned.
He swept one finger of his other hand down over her glossy slit, stopping at the swollen nub of her clit.
She gave another cry, lifting her hips in the air, arching and spreading her thighs wide for him.
He nearly groaned himself. “My baby girl wants her pussy touched, doesn’t she?” He circled her sensitive nub and pumped faster with the finger in her anus.
She made a choking sound.
“What was that, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
He smiled at her use of the word Daddy . Sliding one finger into her pussy, he withdrew it and circled her clit, then repeated the motion.
She panted, her inner thighs trembling.
He added a second finger into her dripping pussy, stroking her front wall.
She jerked and he knew he’d hit her sweet spot. She began to wriggle and moan with a desperate pitch.
He added a second finger to her anus and alternated strokes, plunging deep inside her pussy, then her rectum, as she began to cry out.
“Oh, please, oh, please, oh, Daddy, oh, golly, oh, Daddy....eeeeee.” She shattered, her body convulsing under his hands, her hips bucking, her thighs jerking.
“That’s it, baby doll. That’s my little girl,” he crooned. When she went still, he plunged a few more times, drawing out another mini-release, her inner walls squeezing and milking his fingers. Easing his fingers out, he slid her off his lap and went to the bathroom to wash up.
He returned to find LuAnn up, scampering about to replace her clothing.
“Did I say you could get dressed?”
She froze.
“No clothing. I want you to brush your teeth and get back in that bed. It’s early bedtime for you tonight.”
She scowled. “What?”
He gave her a warning look. “If you don’t want another spanking, you will do as you’re told, young lady.”
Confusion clouded her face, but she dropped her clothes, slipping past him to the bathroom. He waited for her to return and tucked her into bed with the two teddy bears she clung to like a six-year-old. “Sweet little mouse,” he murmured as he kissed her forehead. “I love having you here.”
She looked up at him, her big green eyes full of questions, but he clicked off the lamp and left before she could ask them. He didn’t have answers to all her questions, because they were the same ones he was asking himself.