The Hand of Vengeance
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“Just because I’m not telling our parents doesn’t mean you’re getting off scot-free.” He brought her suitcases to his bedroom. He would sleep on the couch—it was the gentlemanly thing to do. He walked back out to where she was standing, looking rumpled and contrite. “Mrs. McCormick said this wasn’t the first time you’ve broken the dormitory rules.”
“No.” Her face flushed and she lowered her eyes. “That’s true.”
“So you love college because it’s one big party, right? Boys and cigarettes and liquor?”
“I like my classes.”
He almost laughed. “You’re lying.” He watched as fresh color bloomed across her cheeks. Before he could stop himself, he said, “I will punish you for lies, little girl.”
Her eyes widened and she swallowed, but something made him think his words excited her. The quickened breath perhaps, or the way her plump lips parted.
“Do you have a brush in your purse?”
“Yes, why—?” She rummaged in her handbag for it. Before he could answer, understanding dawned on LuAnn’s face and she drew the hairbrush she’d retrieved tight against her ribs.
“Because I intend to spank you for breaking the dorm rules.” He pried the brush from her fingers and led her by the elbow to the couch, where he sat down and pulled her over his thighs.
“You can’t spank me,” she insisted, struggling to get up.
He wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her in place. “No? Would you rather I let your father do the job when he gets home?”
She went still. “No. Does this mean you won’t tell him?”
“I won’t tell him, mouse. Just like you never told on me all those times you watched me climbing in and out my bedroom window late nights in high school.”
“Doesn’t that mean you should skip this spanking now? Because you owe me?”
He chuckled. “Probably. But I’m not going to.” His cock gave a surge of interest at the enticing sight she made. Spanking naughty girls was a pleasure he’d been indulging in since high school, when he’d given his first spanking to Angela Jamison, who had literally thrown herself at him afterward. But he shouldn’t think about those kinds of spankings now. This was LuAnn, his little sister, and this was real discipline, not something sexual. Or at least he’d keep telling himself that.
He pulled her skirt up and let it drape over her back, exposing her white lace-trimmed panties. She froze, lifting her head as if to listen for what he would do next. He picked up the wooden hairbrush and aimed it for the lower part of her right cheek, smacking her sit spot.
She jerked, tightening her buttocks. She had a lush bottom, he realized, as he smacked the other sit spot. Curvy but muscular, her twin globes had a perkiness that made his blood heat. He’d bet she did wonders for a swimsuit. He picked up his pace, spanking one side then the other in a steady rhythm, wondering idly whether her breasts were as magnificent as her ass.
But it was wrong to think of little LuAnn that way. She was his stepsister, not a girl he intended to put the moves on. Except the lovely young woman did not resemble the skinny thirteen-year-old he’d lived with for a year and called mouse. And the way his body reacted to spanking her was definitely not brotherly.
LuAnn cried out, writhing over his knees. He yanked her waist in close, pinning her down as he continued to paddle her bottom.
“Ouch, stop!” She reached back to cover up.
“Remove your hand or I will pull down your panties and spank you on your bare bottom, little girl.” He wasn’t sure where that came from—it certainly wasn’t appropriate.
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.
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Acknowledgements
I am infinitely grateful for beta reads from Aubrey Cara, Lee Savino, Casey McKay, Rose Marie, and Sue Lyndon. Thanks, also, to Sue Lyndon for her sci fi workshop which made me believe I could do this!
And of course, thank you, readers for taking the time to read and indulging in my fantasy!
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