Erica frowned angrily as she stood at the door to her younger
stepbrother's room, listening to the feminine moans coming from inside. When
their mother had left for that weekend course, she'd expected Paul to bring his
girlfriend Melanie over, but she had hoped he would have the courtesy of doing
it when she was out.
If their mother found out about Paul's visitor, he'd be in a world of
trouble. But if she told her, it would just be her word against his, and she
knew that her mother would side with Paul again. She pouted. Get caught
shoplifting and lying about a few times, and suddenly you're treated as if your
word isn't worth anything around here.
Half an hour later, her gaze fell on her cell phone, resting on her
desk. An evil idea started to form in her mind. Paul's word might be worth more
than hers, but not more than a picture. As she stood there, holding the cell
phone in her hand, she heard Paul moving through the halls as he asked Melanie
if she wanted anything at the store. Erica panicked slightly. If Paul was
already dressed and headed to the store, it was possible that Melanie was
dressed as well. A photo of a pretty young woman in his room might be enough to
get him in trouble, but not half as much as a photo of a naked young woman in
his bed. She hastily made her way to his door, peeking into the room, and
breathed a sigh of relief. Melanie was lying in his bed with a very satisfied
grin on her lips, and there was little doubt about what exactly she'd just been
up to.
Erica quickly pulled up her phone and snapped a picture, but the loud
click was enough to get Melanie's attention. The woman looked over at her.
“You're Erica, right? Paul's stepsister?” She sat up in the bed, staring cold
daggers at her. “Would you care to tell me why you just took a picture of me?”
Erica smiled smugly. “Paul knows very well that he isn't supposed to
have company here when mum's away, particularly not this sort. I wonder
what she'll say when she sees this,” she said, waving the phone.
“Well, I guess we're never going to find out, because you're going to
delete that picture right now,” Melanie said coldly.
Erica snorted. “In your dreams. This picture is going to get Paul into SO
much trouble.”
Melanie got to her feet, folding her hands in front of her. “Maybe he'll
be in some trouble later, maybe not. But I don't think you've realized that YOU'RE
the one in trouble right now.”
And before Erica could react, Melanie had shot forward, grabbing her
earlobe in a very hard pinch. Unable to resist, Erica found herself dragged
toward a nearby chair. “I gave you a chance to delete that photo,” Melanie
said. “Now, you're going to face the consequences.” She sat down in the chair,
and Erica suddenly found herself falling face-first over the younger girl's
naked lap. What was happening?
Her unasked question was answered when the first hard smacks landed on
the seat of her tight skirt. She gasped in surprise and tried to struggle free,
but Melanie proved stronger. “Hey! You can't spank me!” she protested.
“Really?” Melanie replied sarcastically. “Why don't you try stopping me,
and see how that works out for you?”
Erica flinched as the girl's hard palm continued to strike her bottom,
each loud smack accompanied by a burning sting. Melanie paused just long enough
to flip up Erica's skirt, then continued the spanking on her black satin
panties.
“Ouch! You bitch, you can't do this! Just wait until I get up from
here,” Erica growled at her as threateningly as she could.
Melanie chuckled. “You know, somehow, I don't think you've learned your
lesson quite yet,” she mused. “Maybe you'll feel differently half an hour from
now.”
Erica tried her hardest to resist, to fight free of the girl's grasp,
and when that failed, she raised her head and tried to face the onslaught
bravely. But the sting was building rapidly, and when the girl placed her
fingers in the waistband of her panties, starting to lower them to her knees,
she could feel the first tears rolling down her face.
She was about to beg for mercy when the door opened, and Paul entered
the room. He was carrying a shopping bag of snacks, and stared at the scene in
front of him in shock.
“Hey, Paul,” Melanie said cheerily as she continued to spank the
reddening buttocks trembling over her lap. “I was just having a little
discussion with your sister about whether or not it's appropriate to photograph
a naked girl without her permission. Have a seat, it could take a while, but
I'm sure we'll reach agreement eventually."
“Okay, you win,” Erica pleaded. “Please, I'll delete the photo, I
promise!”
Melanie tutted. “That's very promising, but I don't think we're done
just yet. Paul, could you hand me the large wooden hairbrush?”
Erica gasped, and fought to free herself with renewed vigour. “No, no,
no, not a hairbrush! No more, please! I'll be good, I promise!”
“And I believe you,” Melanie said as she took the brush. “Consider this
a reminder to keep your promise.”
Erica winced as the cold wood of the brush rubbed against her stinging
cheeks. Flinching as Melanie lifted the brush, she prepared herself for the
awful sting that was sure to follow, but when the brush came crashing down, she
found that the pain was far worse than she had imagined. She kicked and screamed,
thrashing around over Melanie's lap as the brush continued its relentless
assault on her poor posterior.
By the time Melanie put the brush down, Erica felt as if she'd been
sitting in a campfire.
She spotted Paul smiling smugly as she danced from foot to foot, trying
to rub the sting out of her rear. She knew she looked ridiculous, but she
didn't care. Right now, she could have performed the same half-naked dance in
front of her entire class, if it meant that the sting in her bottom went away.
A few seconds later, the photo had been deleted, and Erica was sent out
of the room with a quick slap to her still-bared cheeks. As she went back to
her room, she briefly pondered putting her panties back on, but she knew the
thin fabric would be unbearable on her burning bottom. Feeling completely
fatigued, she laid down on the bed for a quick nap.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Melanie said as she brushed her hair. She had
to admit, it felt odd using the brush for its intended purpose.
Paul chuckled. “She's deserved that for the better part of a decade. But
it's weird seeing you on that side of the brush, for once.”
“I know, it's like there's something not quite right with the universe.”
She held out the brush to him, handle first, and gave him a coquettish giggle.
“Maybe you should set things right,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him.
As she laid on the bed on her stomach, her bare cheeks poking up, Erica
suddenly lifted her head from the pillow. Was she dreaming, or did she hear
some fairly odd noises from Paul's room? A heavy slapping sound, and the sound
of a feminine voice squealing enthusiastically?
She buried her face in the pillow again, resolving to treat it as a
weird dream. She'd poked her nose enough in other people's private lives for
one day.
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