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You rejected me! But I couldn’t say that aloud. No way.

“Please. Sir. Please.”

He paused then and looked at me. I watched him through the mass of blonde hair that stuck to my face, feeling my ass throb as soon as he stopped smacking it.

“I’m doing this for your own good, Lisa.” As he said it, I realized something. I realized the thing that had been poking at my belly but that I’d not paid attention to considering the pain I was in, was his cock. He was hard as a rock.

“You’re enjoying this!” I cried out, furious.

He released my hands and I swiped one across my eyes and nose before pushing my hair back. He smiled. “I never said I wouldn’t enjoy it.”

“You bastard!” My struggle began anew and, this time, Jace did laugh, easily grabbing up my hands, restraining me tighter than he had as he began a fresh volley of spanks that had me screaming every profanity I knew at him. He was fucking enjoying this! The bastard was loving it!

“And, really, Lisa, I wasn’t going to say anything, but I do have a bird’s eye view of things here,” he said slowing down and resting his hand on my ass. “Look at me.”

“Fuck you.”

“Look at me,” he repeated, this time releasing my hands.

I craned my neck, glaring at him. He made a point of meeting my gaze as his hand suddenly slid between my cheeks, two fingers pressing against my sex.

My wet sex.

His eyes had gone darker and his grin wasn’t malicious, just dirty, as he raised that hand up, showing me evidence I didn’t need to see to know, before bringing those fingers to his nose and inhaling deeply. “You have to admit,” he said quietly, making me gasp as he licked my wetness from his fingers, my clit throbbing as he did. “There’s some part of you that’s more than a little aroused. I could smell it before you even lay down across my lap, and now.”

He shifted his gaze to my ass, that hand pulling one cheek out to expose me, making my face go as hot as my ass felt. I closed my eyes, unable to look at him. “Christ, Lisa, you’re fucking dripping down your thighs.”

I lay limp across his lap, vanquished.

“Had enough?”

I nodded without looking at him.

“All right.” He raised me up, holding my wrists so I couldn’t rub my ass. I kept my eyes on his lap, on his thick erection. He was just as aroused as I was, and I met his gaze to make sure he knew I knew.

“Time to put that punished ass on display, Lisa.”

Any leverage I had flew out the window.

“No.” Not again. Those five minutes in the corner earlier were almost more humiliating than the spanking. Okay, more!

He stood and walked me into the living room, toward the couch in the center of the room, the one that faced the front door.

“Kneel on the seat facing the back of the sofa.”

“Jace — Sir — please.”

“Kneel.”

As humiliating as this was, as I knelt on the couch and he slowly positioned me as he wanted, my pussy dripped down my thighs.

“Lean forward, that’s right. Hands on the back of the couch, get your tits right over the back and push your ass out. I want it on display for myself, for anyone who comes to the door.”

I jumped, my expression one of shock.

“Relax. No one is due for another hour and you’ll only spend twenty minutes here thinking about your behavior. Now get into position and hold it, or I will make you greet our guests like this.”

“I hate you.” The timer went off as I said it. The cakes were ready.

“No you don’t.” He pressed against me so I could feel his cock on my ass as he leaned down, his erection pressing against my hip through his pants. “I think the opposite, in fact,” he whispered, his breath at my neck making me shudder before he abruptly walked away, taking the cakes out of the oven, leaving me alone and on display, my pussy dripping with need, my ass throbbing with residue from my first ever spanking administered by, of all people, my stepbrother.

Jace~

Would a decent man have had a cold shower after that?

With the alarm set, I left Lisa kneeling on the couch with her ass on display, unable to peel my eyes from it, from her, for the first ten minutes. In that position, her legs spread just wide enough that her pussy showed clear between her ass cheeks. Her hairless pussy, the lips wet and spread, so fucking inviting. What I would have given to stroke my cock then, to.dip into that cunt just once. To jerk off and paint her ass with my cum. This truly hadn’t been my intention when I’d proposed this whole thing. Well, not consciously. I was attracted to Lisa, had found her cute when she was younger, but now, she was fucking irresistible. And I liked her as a person. Or at least I liked the person I knew she was.

I did truly feel a little discipline would go a long way, but I could no longer deny my attraction to her. Hell, my cock was evidence of that. I stripped down and climbed into the shower, taking the steel rod into my hand, fisting it, rubbing its length. I loved spanking women but didn’t get to do enough of it for true discipline. It was those sessions that got me the hardest. Role play didn’t do it for me. I liked to have a woman bare her ass and bend over. I liked for her to give herself to me to be disciplined. I liked holding them down when things got heavy. I liked making them come while their asses blazed with heat. I hadn’t been sure how Lisa would react to spanking, but when I realized she was aroused, hell, I felt like I’d hit the jackpot.

But, now, I had to figure out how to proceed. We were both adults. When she’d first kissed me a few years back, she’d been fifteen. I’d done a good job of hiding how much I’d liked that kiss, but it had been for her own good. And for my sanity. She was too young then, off limits. Plus, she was my father’s wife’s daughter. Although, technically, that didn’t matter so much. She wasn’t a blood relation. Still, I’d been trying to do the right thing. She’d trusted me, and I didn’t want to take advantage of that trust.

But things were different now.

I turned off the hot water and sucked in a breath as ice cold splashed over me. I needed to cool down and remember what the hell the point of this weekend was. Problem was, I wasn’t so sure anymore. When I got out of the shower, I found that Lisa had iced the cake and I heard the shower in her room go on. I checked the clock. Still had some time before our guests came. It was February 14th, Valentine’s Day, and ever since my first year at university, we had a tradition of having an Anti-Valentine’s dinner. This year, it was only a couple of us. Most of the guys had girlfriends now, which meant they could no longer celebrate Anti-Valentine. Not if they wanted to get any that night, that is.

This year, my buddies were in for a treat.

“I am not wearing this!”

Ah.

I smiled.

Lisa had found the uniform I’d set out for her.

“No way, Jace. I’m not parading myself around in front of your little friends in this outfit!” she yelled, barreling around the corner, waving the little French maid costume I’d brought for tonight.

“Well, if you hadn’t acted like an idiot and gotten yourself into trouble, you wouldn’t be here on a night I had plans, now would you?”

“This goes too far!”

“And, as I recall, you had no trouble parading yourself around in exactly that outfit on Halloween.” She’d worn it to a Halloween party last year. “Besides, the boys coming tonight were there watching your show last year, so it won’t be anything new for them.”

Funny enough, part of me didn’t want her to wear it, didn’t want her to walk around in front of my buddies in the skimpy costume, but I wanted to make a point, and this was the way to do it.

“Who’s coming?”

I knew she was nervous about this. Hell, I’d be nervous too. “Just Vance and Nick.”

Her face changed a little, and something inside me tightened. Something like jealousy. Both Vance and Nick were good-looking guys, similar in build to me, and the flirt inside Lisa loved the attention she’d be getting tonight. I didn’t. But there was another piece to her costume she didn’t know about. Not yet anyway.

“Just them?” she asked coyly.

“Yep.”

“And what will I be expected to do?”

“Serve us. That’s all.”

“That’s it. No surprises?”

“Nope. But”—I made a point of checking my watch —“If you’re not ready to answer the door when they get here, I will spank you in front of them.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Want to try me?”

She made a face and turned on her heel, practically running back into her room to change. I laughed and set the additional piece to her costume on the dining table for her to see once she returned. I wondered if she’d know what it was, actually.

Ten minutes later Lisa walked into the kitchen where I was unloading the delivery for dinner: Chinese.

“Smells good.”

I turned to find her dressed in the little black and white ensemble, thigh high fishnet stockings in place along with five inch black patent leather pumps. She’d even pinned the little lace headpiece into her hair. The skirt covered to just beneath her ass cheeks and, as good as she looked, I felt a little jealous at how eager she seemed.

“You’ll eat your dinner in the kitchen once you’ve served us.”

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