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Lisa~

Jace was a jerk. But I guess I knew that. While I worked, he went out swimming then lounged on the back porch with a newspaper. I could see him from the kitchen window and mentally willed every horrible thing that could happen to him to happen as I poured chocolate cake batter into the pans and slid them into the oven.

Thing was, though, it wasn’t that hard to agree to this weekend. When my mom and Jace’s dad had gotten together, I’d been young. My dad had moved out not six months ago at that point. It had seemed so rushed. And the way my mom had told me, I guess it was typical for her, but, still, I’d been surprised. No, shocked. She’d introduced me to Jace and his father, and, within moments of that introduction, had shown me her brand new — and huge — engagement ring. Part of me wondered if she’d been cheating on my dad all along, but I couldn’t stomach that thought.

Jace had been good then. His dad, too, was fine, but I couldn’t like him without feeling like I was betraying my own father. With Jace, it was easier. I didn’t have any brothers or sisters, and he was nice to me from the start. Or at the start, at least. We’d connected pretty easily, actually, and I had to admit, from the first moment I saw him, there was a spark. It was weird, but, then again, it wasn’t like we were blood relatives. If I’d seen him on the street, I would have felt the same.

He’d found out a couple of months prior about my mom and his dad dating and told me later that he’d been shocked that my mom had told me the way she had. I remembered those first months, hell, that first year. We’d lie in bed together and talk. On really nice nights, we’d carry our things out to the backyard when everyone was asleep and just lie there looking at the sky, counting stars until we fell asleep. We didn’t even need to talk some nights. It never failed that when I woke in the morning, I’d be tucked into my own bed, and I knew it was him who’d carried me in.

Neither of us mentioned these nights. They just happened. We’d started to hold hands, and it felt good. Felt right. But I guess I’d had the wrong idea all along. If I thought of that night I’d tried to kiss him, I still wished the earth would open up and swallow me whole. I’d been so embarrassed — still was. Although what he did to me, making me stand in the corner like that with my ass on display, that took the cake on embarrassment. But the kiss, it had just happened. I’d leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He’d watched me do it, lying there, allowing it, kissing me back even, but then, as soon as it was over, he’d asked what I was doing. I’d been mortified.

That had been the end to those nights and to our friendship because I’d been too ashamed to face him.

“Smells good, Lees.” Jace came into the kitchen, making me jump as he smacked my naked ass hard, again.

“Ow, that fucking hurts!” He must hate me to be able to do this to me, to humiliate me like this. But then, when he’d stood up, I’d seen how his pants bulged where his cock had thickened. That was different, though. That was a man looking at a naked woman. Any man would get hard. He leaned toward the oven, reaching for the handle.

“Don’t open the oven door and keep your fingers out of the frosting.”

He straightened but dipped a finger into the bowl. He looked at me as he licked that finger clean, the expression on his face almost apologetic, but not really. I put the last dish away and turned to face him, wiping my hands on the apron. “I’m done. Can I put on some clothes?”

“Cakes are still baking.”

“There’s nothing I can do until they’re finished and cooled.”

“How much baking time is left?”

I checked my watch. “Twenty minutes.”

“Perfect.” He pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down. “Time to get that first spanking over with.”

My belly flipped, and my heart fell to my feet. I stared at him, and, as I did, as I looked into those navy-blue eyes that seemed to dance with a dark heat, my core burned and my clit tightened.

“Are —” Clear throat, start again. “Are you serious?”

“You bet your pretty little ass I am. Now, come on over here. I’ll be using my hand this time, but you’ll take more than that before the weekend is up and I feel your penance is paid.”

“Jace, please, be reasonable.”

He shook his head, raising his finger as if telling a little kid no. “What do you call me this weekend?”

I rolled my eyes. “Sir.”

“Eye rolling will be addressed immediately following the spanking. Now, take off the apron and lie across my lap.”

I’d never been spanked before. Not as a child and certainly not as an adult. I’d read about it and seen pictures. I knew it was a kink. And, honestly, the idea of Jace spanking me turned me on as much as I knew it should repel me.

“Tick tock. Friends will be here soon. You don’t want to be standing in the corner with your red ass on display when they show up.”

I swear my jaw hit the ground. Jace opened his mouth and laughed so hard, I thought he’d fall off the chair, the bastard. He patted his knee as he did, and I reached back to undo the apron. Hell, he’d seen me naked already. Although I didn’t like that he was dressed and I wasn’t, that was the least of my worries. In a few minutes, he’d be getting up close and personal with my ass and—more importantly— unless I kept my legs sealed, he’d see evidence of my arousal.

“Can I put something on? I mean, I don’t know that it’s appropriate that my stepbrother sees me — sees my…”

“I think it’s very appropriate, especially considering what I’m trying to do here,” he said in all seriousness.

“You mean humiliate me?”

“I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t care about you, Lisa.”

I stared at him, confused.

“Hell, someone has to, and it’s not your mom.”

He was right about that. I couldn’t remember a time my mom had disciplined me. All she’d do was to send me to my room when she was fed up with me, whether I was in the wrong or not.

“Now, come on, let’s get this over with.”

Taken aback by his words, I undid the apron, tossed it on the counter and went to him, taking the hand he offered. He looked up at me for a moment before easing me down over his lap. I grabbed hold of one of his thighs to balance myself until I could reach the floor as he adjusted me, making sure all along to keep my legs sealed tight. Once I was down and he seemed pleased with how he had me positioned, I pushed my hair behind my ears but kept my gaze on the floor.

“Lisa, relax your legs and ass. Don’t clench.”

“No.”

He chuckled and his big hand came to rest on my ass, turning circles. “Well, I’ll tell you what, I won’t actually count as having started until you do.” With that, he landed the first smack on my right cheek.

“Ow!” Instinct had my hand flying back to cover the spot. “That hurt!” I said, craning my neck to look at him.

“That’s the point,” he said, gathering my wrist in his hand and trapping it at my lower back. I struggled to free myself as he raised his hand and brought it down on the other cheek, then repeated several times with quick, sharp smacks. His face was completely serious as he did it, not even a tiny smile to suggest anything was going on here but a proper chastising, and, by the time he was finished with what turned out to be the first round — or the warm-up, as he called it later — he had both my wrists in one of his hands and after my struggles, my ass was positioned higher than when we’d started and he’d managed to trap my legs between his.

I had lost all decorum. Had I had any since stripping and baking naked in an apron, though? I’d been able to pretend up until now at least.

“Okay, we’ll call that the warm-up. Now we can get to your spanking.”

“You mean that wasn’t it?”

“Nope,” he said, raising his hand and swatting me hard, then repeating. I was calling out for him to stop within moments, fighting him every step of the way, kicking my legs even though it was useless, and trying to free my arms from his powerful grip. He just went on as if my struggles were of no consequence. Jace spanked me hard, swatting several times in one spot, making sure to get my thighs, too, which hurt like a mother fucker, until I was crying, begging for him to stop or slow down or just at least not hit the same spot again and again. My ass burned. I’d never realized it would feel so hot after a spanking, and the sound, the sound was so loud, I was glad our neighbors weren’t close enough to hear it. Or I hoped they weren’t.

“I meant what I said, Lisa,” he lectured as he spanked, seeming not at all winded by his effort when I was gulping in big breaths between cries and tears.

“I care about you and I don’t know what’s happened to you over the last couple of years, but you’re not the Lisa I met, the one I got to know those first months. The Lisa I know is still in there, hidden deep beneath the bitchy façade you put on. And now, you’re getting yourself into trouble. Drugs are not a game.”

“It was pot. I don’t do anything else besides pot.”

“Still, it’s not legal, and you’re lucky Mack found you or you’d be getting bailed out with a record.”

“I’m sorry! Please just stop!”

But he clearly wasn’t through. “You don’t even talk to me anymore. I thought we were close for a while there.”

“Please, Jace, it hurts!”

“I don’t know what happened.”

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