Big Brother's Car (M/FF story)

It was the sunniest day in a long while, and the four girls agreed that it would be best spent at the mall. Since Joanne was the only one with a license, the rest naturally expected her to get them there. There was only one problem. She didn't have a car yet. Fortunately, she'd borrowed her big brother's car a couple of times before, and she was quite sure he wouldn't need it today.

Amber, Lori, Abigail and Joanne spent several hours wandering the mall, shopping, looking at boys... a most productive day, from their point of view. The fact that her brother had told her not to take the car without asking permission was completely gone from her mind.

When they got back to Joanne's house, the girls were planning to go to Joanne's room, try on a few clothes and listen to their new CDs, but fate intervened in the form of a six-foot-two, muscular, and quite annoyed brother.

"Joanne? Come in here, I want to talk to you."

Joanne told the girls to wait as she stepped into the kitchen, where Manny was sitting at the table, clearly quite annoyed with her. Manny was five years older than her, and had acted like a grown-up since his teens. She knew more than one of the girls had a crush on him, and she didn't like it one bit.

"What is it, Manny?" she asked him, a little irritated that he was interrupting their fun.

"Do you remember that I told you to ask permission before you took my car? I might have needed it today."

She sighed. "Yes, I do."

"You would do well to lose that attitude, missy. Now, do you remember what I told you I'd do if you did it again?"

Joanne blushed. She remembered. Suddenly, she realized what Manny was expecting of her. "Don't make me say it, please!" She looked at him with pleading eyes, feeling the eyes of her friends on her as they watched from the doorway. "Not in front of them. Please!"

"Joanne, what did I tell you I would do?" he asked calmly, but the threatening tone was poorly disguised.

She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. "You told me you'd spank me," she said at last.

She heard a deep gasp behind her as the girls realized what was about to happen. She turned around to look at them. Abigail and Amber were staring wide-eyed at her, and Lori was blushing worse than Joanne.

Joanne wished the ground would swallow her up as she turned back to her brother. He was still sitting at the table, but he'd pushed his chair back. "Good. If only you'd remembered that a bit sooner, you wouldn't be in this situation. Now, come here."

She turned pale as she realized what he was planning. "Manny, you can't!"

"I can and I will. Get over my knee, or I'm doubling your punishment."

"Not in front of them! Please! You're humiliating me!"

"Good. Maybe you'll learn to ask permission next time. Now, get over my knee before I get the paddle."

That settled the matter. She didn't want to be spanked, and certainly not in front of her friends, but she REALLY didn't want to be paddled. He'd brought out that darned implement a few times before, and she always promised herself that there would NEVER be a next time.

She stepped forward, laying across his lap, blushing as he raised her dress. She wanted to protest as he pulled her panties down, giving her friends a good view of her bare bottom, but she didn't dare. She was getting a spanking, and there was no way to make it better for herself, only worse.

The first few smacks were not too bad. They stung, but she could handle it. That didn't ease her mind, however; Manny liked to start off slow, but he soon built up steam, and soon, she was yelping and squirming at every smack.

Amber and Abigail were holding their hands in front of their faces, peeking through their fingers. They couldn't believe what was happening, and they were sure that if they were in Joanne's place, they'd die of shame. Lori, however, was staring wide-eyed at the spectacle, determined not to miss a single second of what was happening.

Joanne's bottom was turning pink under her brother's punishing hand, and she was crying her eyes out. She always forgot just how painful a spanking could be. Soon, she was pleading with Manny to let her up, but it fell on deaf ears.

After what seemed like an eternity for her, she was allowed to stand up, dancing from foot to foot as she tried to rub her bottom, seemingly unaware that her panties were still at her ankles.

Joanne went to her room to rub her bottom and feel sorry for herself, and the girls knew that she wasn't exactly in the mood for company right now. Besides, they didn't really want to be around Manny while he was still in a spanking mood, fearing that their own backsides were in danger.

At least, Amber and Abigail didn't. Lori had known for years that she had an interest in spanking, from the slight tingle she got from reading about it or watching on television, to those dreams that seemed so scary and so exciting at the same time. She'd never been spanked, even though she wanted to. Finding a spanker was a lot harder than she'd thought it would be.

But discovering that Joanne's tall, gorgeous brother was also a strict disciplinarian? Lori felt like Christmas had come early. So, she decided to stay behind, to see if she could brat herself into a fun little session.

Manny was still sitting at the kitchen table, so she stepped over to him, glaring down at him and folding her arms. He looked up at her, looking about as intimidated as a lion spotting a mouse. "I thought you'd left," he said disinterestedly.

"You can't treat Joanne like that," she told him.

"Yes, I can. If she lives under my roof, she obeys my rules. She knows that."

"She didn't mean to upset you, trust me. We were just having a bit of fun, going to the mall. You're nothing but a big bully, but guess what? I'm not afraid of you."

"Congratulations. Would you like a medal? Now, go home," he said, clearly not in the mood for an argument right now.

"How could you spank an innocent little girl like that? You bastard!"

By now, he was practically growling at her, and his voice alone was making Lori wet. "I suggest you get out of my house, or I'll SHOW YOU how I can spank a little brat that's getting too big for her britches."

Lori placed her hands at her hips, glaring down at him. "You wouldn't dare."

In a flash, Lori found herself staring at the carpet, bent over Manny's lap with her bottom raised. She grinned to herself. This had been easier than she thought! The first smacks landed on her jeans-covered bottom.

"Still think being a brat is a good idea?" Manny asked her.

"Ow! Let me up this instant!" Lori said indignantly.

"Wrong answer," he said, moving his palm from cheek to cheek with the regularity of a pendulum.

Lori was enjoying herself immensely, but something was wrong with her jeans. The problem being that they were still on her. "I can't feel a thing, pea-brain. Not as strong as you thought you were, are you?"

Manny scowled at the brat lying across his knees. He was going to change that tone if it was the last thing he did. He picked her up and placed her on her feet, quickly undoing the button and pulling her jeans down, before placing her across his knees again. He continued the spanking, satisfied with how Lori changed her tune as she now cried out with every smack.

Lori felt the tears rolling down her cheeks, that incredible sting in her rear end, and she loved every second of it. It was everything she had dreamed of, and more.

"Will you take your hands off my butt, you Neanderthal?" she yelled.

"Just as soon as you change that attitude, missy. You've needed a spanking for a very long time."

Lori grinned to herself. He was right about that, even if he didn't know HOW right he was.

She gasped as she felt his hands reaching for her panties. She hadn't expected him to bare her bottom, but before she could utter a protest, he'd grabbed the hem and lowered her panties to her ankles.

"Are you going to mind your manners from now on, young lady?"

"Ow! Yes, I'll be good, I promise!" It had been fun, but the sting was beginning to be too much for her poor rear.

"Good." He kept spanking for a few more minutes, just to make sure she'd learned her lesson, then helped her to her feet. He felt a little embarrassed as she danced around, rubbing her stinging butt. She was naked from the waist down, and while he'd seen his own sister in the same situation countless times, it was quite different to see another girl doing it. One that, he had to admit, was quite good-looking.

"I won't be able to sit for weeks," she whined as she started to put her clothes on, wincing as she pulled the tight jeans over her hips, unto the abused cheeks beneath.

Once she was dressed, she was about to head back home, but her impish side reared its head again for one last bit of mischief. She turned to Manny, blowing him a kiss. "That was fun. We must do it again sometime."

She left, leaving a large, muscular man looking as if a house had been dropped on him.