Page 7 of Stepbrother Jerk

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I swear my jaw hit the ground. Jace opened his mouth and laughed so hard, I thought he’d fall off the chair, the bastard. He patted his knee as he did, and I reached back to undo the apron. Hell, he’d seen me naked already. Although I didn’t like that he was dressed and I wasn’t, that was the least of my worries. In a few minutes, he’d be getting up close and personal with my ass and—more importantly—unless I kept my legs sealed, he’d see evidence of my arousal.

“Can I put something on? I mean, I don’t know that it’s appropriate that my stepbrother sees me — sees my…”

“I think it’s very appropriate, especially considering what I’m trying to do here,” he said in all seriousness.

“You mean humiliate me?”

“I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t care about you, Lisa.”

I stared at him, confused.

“Hell, someone has to, and it’s not your mom.”

He was right about that. I couldn’t remember a time my mom had disciplined me. All she’d do was to send me to my room when she was fed up with me, whether I was in the wrong or not.

“Now, come on, let’s get this over with.”

Taken aback by his words, I undid the apron, tossed it on the counter and went to him, taking the hand he offered. He looked up at me for a moment before easing me down over his lap. I grabbed hold of one of his thighs to balance myself until I could reach the floor as he adjusted me, making sure all along to keep my legs sealed tight.

Once I was down and he seemed pleased with how he had me positioned, I pushed my hair behind my ears but kept my gaze on the floor.

“Lisa, relax your legs and ass. Don’t clench.”

“No.”


He chuckled and his big hand came to rest on my ass, turning circles. “Well, I’ll tell you what, I won’t actually count as having started until you do.” With that, he landed the first smack on my right cheek.

“Ow!” Instinct had my hand flying back to cover the spot. “That hurt!” I said, craning my neck to look at him.

“That’s the point,” he said, gathering my wrist in his hand and trapping it at my lower back. I struggled to free myself as he raised his hand and brought it down on the other cheek, then repeated several times with quick, sharp smacks. His face was completely serious as he did it, not even a tiny smile to suggest anything was going on here but a proper chastising, and, by the time he was finished with what turned out to be the first round — or the warm-up, as he called it later — he had both my wrists in one of his hands and after my struggles, my ass was positioned higher than when we’d started and he’d managed to trap my legs between his.

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 besides 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.”

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