Another Saturday and some more Saturday Spankings for you from my new release STEPBROTHERS. This week it's the threat of spankings that make Clarice's buttocks tingle with heat!
“Clarice,” he said, in a hushed voice. “You might as well accept that things are going to change. We have standards in our family, standards that you will now have to adhere to because you’re going to be part of that family.”
“Standards?”
“Yeah. For a start there’ll be no more hickeys from one-night stands.”
“Well, that’s a relief, I thought you were going to say no more one-night stands.” She laughed tightly.
His nostrils flared, and he lowered his face to hers. “That’s exactly what I mean. You’re not some whore willing to spread your legs for any faceless, nameless guy just to get off. You’re our sister, you will behave as such.”
“And if I don’t?” She gritted her teeth so tight she feared she might crack a crown. “What are you gonna do about it, bro?”
“You really want to know?”
She raised her eyebrows.
He dragged in a sharp breath. “You’ll be over my knee, bare bottom bared, and I’ll spank the hell out of your ass until you understand how serious I am, we are, about you shaping the hell up.”
He’d spoken with such conviction that a tremble went over her skin and her buttocks tingled. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“You want to try me?” He released her chin and ran his fingertips over her cheek, to her ear, then threaded his fingers in her hair and tightened them, tugging on her roots.
The possessive hold sent heat through her system and hiked up her heart rate. He was deadly serious in his threat, she could see that in his dark eyes, feel it in his dominant grip.
“And don’t think Parker is a soft touch,” he said, his face so close she could smell mint on his breath. “He’s even more of a stickler for good behavior than I am.”
“Good behavior?”
“You know what I’m talking about. Being a brat, talking about riding firemen’s poles at a family dinner, that kind of thing. It’s not acceptable to him, and he’ll have your ass reddened quicker than you can say Balthazar.”
“Neither of you are spanking my ass.” She clenched her buttocks and tried to beat down the strange thrill that had spiked through her at the thought of being over Hugh’s or Parker’s knee. Would it turn them on to have her in that position? Was that why it was being threatened? Did they want to spank her? Were they kinky? Would she like it, too?
“Whether or not you get a spanking is entirely up to you,” Hugh said, releasing her hair and straightening the collar on her pajamas. “Apply for your PGCE, hold your landlord accountable,” his eyes narrowed, “and quit sleeping with strangers and there’ll be no need to go over my knee.”
She swallowed, the sound noisy in the quiet room. “I’ve been doing what the hell I like for years, you know.”
“And it hasn’t exactly got you very far.” He paused. “Like I said, things are going to change for you now. You might as well stop resisting because it will happen, you will do what you are told whether you like it or not.”
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