Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories (36 page)

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 but 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.”

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 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.

Chapter Four

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Jace

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W
ould 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.

*****

W
hen 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 14
^th
, 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.”

She only raised her eyebrows.

“Go set the table now.”

She glared but went and, after washing and drying my hands, I followed to find her staring at the item on the table. It was a tail: a beautiful, faux foxtail that would come to the backs of her knees.

“Wh...what’s that for?”

Well, from the way she stood—wide-eyed and open-mouthed—staring at it, I’d guessed wrong. She knew what it was.

“It’s a Valentine’s Day gift. For you.”

She turned huge eyes to me. “What?”

“It’s a butt plug.” I took the bottle of lube out of my pocket and set it on the table. “Put your hands on the table and bend over, Lisa.”

“Jace, they’ll all see.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, her face already blushing pink.

“Yes, they will. Are you aroused by that fact, Lisa?”

She opened her mouth to lick her lips then lowered her lashes to shield her eyes.

“I guess that’s my answer. Now, turn around.” I took a step toward her and she slowly complied, turning her back to me and waiting. “Hands on the table.” She leaned forward to do as she was told. “Bend deeper.” She did, enough so I could raise her skirt up over her lower back. But, as soon as I did, I saw she had modified—or added to—the French maid costume. “Tsk-tsk, Lisa.”

She’d put her panties on.

She craned her neck to look over her shoulder at me, knowing her error.

“Take them off.”

She remained unmoving. I wanted her to be a part of this, an active participant in her punishment. And I knew from the way her pupils had already dilated and how she licked her lips, she wanted it as much as I. She’d just need a bit of encouragement.

“Be a good girl and you’ll be rewarded.” I wondered if she got my meaning. Either way, she reached back, lowered the panties to the floor and stepped out of them then faced forward, waiting for me to continue.

I looked at her as she was, bent over, her short skirt flipped up over her back, her pretty little ass, which still showed the pink outline of my handprint, bared to me. Although I’d recently jerked off in the shower, my cock stood at attention once again, and I stepped closer, placing my hands on her buttocks, rubbing circles with my thumbs. She went down onto her forearms then, arching her back, lifting her ass higher. I pulled her ass cheeks wide and just looked at her, at her glistening pussy, all pink and soft, the lips gaping. Looked at her little dark asshole. Unable to resist, I knelt behind her, inhaling her scent before bringing my tongue to her pussy for a taste. I licked her cunt until she moaned, pressing her ass backward into my face. My cock throbbed against my jeans, but it wasn’t time for that. Not yet.

It took all I had to right myself, to walk away from that offered cunt, but I wanted her on edge. I wanted her hornier than she already was, sensitive to every touch, and in absolute need of release. I wanted her that way while she served my friends, her cute little ass cheeks peeking out from under her skirt, the tail tickling her thighs every time she moved, knowing we all knew she had a plug buried inside her ass, showing it to us on demand, ready to take punishment in order to receive pleasure.