On Your Knees, Stepsister

Spanked

“As if I will let you.” I looked towards the door, and that was the mistake I made. Before I could turn to look at him, he was on me, holding me tight. “Let me go!” I struggled as he held my hands behind me, forcing me forward until he pushed me down to the table, spreading my legs with his thighs. “Let me go!” I screamed, trying to fight him, but he was stronger, his hold was tight.

“f**k you!” I growled.

“Oh, I will do that, stepsis, and more. But for now, we need to train your dirty mouth. You need to learn who your master is and always do what I want.”

“As if I will. If you ever let me go, I will stab you!” I threatened, meaning every word. I would do that, stab him to death and watch him die, the fire leaving his eyes.

“Think about yourself now, stepsis.” He shoved my head hard on the table and I groaned, fighting him even though I knew it was futile.

He was stronger, had all his muscles. His hand stayed in the middle of my back. Every time I tried to get up, he put me right back down until I gave up.

“Just let me go,” I said, keeping the fire from my voice and hoping he would do as I asked.

“Not until you have learned your lessons, Lylah. We need to wipe that poor character away. Don't you think you deserve to be punished?”

“I did nothing!”

“Wrong answer.”

As soon as the words escaped his lips, his palm collided with my arse. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as I jolted forward. The sting that was left behind vibrated, sending out waves of tingling pain.

“Kaelin!” I screamed his name, thrashing as he held me down with his left hand and his right palm landed on my arse again. The resounding smack, followed by heat and pain.

“Stop!” I cried, with my face forcefully put down as he relentlessly spanked me. He alternated from one cheek to the other, and then back again. Each strike made me go up on my toes, my body trying to get away from the pain, even though it was futile. Whenever I went too far, he dragged me back into position.

“Stop!” I cried out, my cheeks wet from tears. The pain was unlike any I'd ever felt, each hit reverberating deep within me, my flesh on fire as his palm delivered blow after blow.

Crying out, I panted. My fingers clenched and flexed. That f*****g Kaelin didn't say a

word. He just spanked me, his breathing heavy as he doled out the punishment without taking a break.

“Please,” I cried out when my arse began to throb and sting. It was hot now, not just heat, but flaming. I shook my hips back and forth. “Please, stop. I get it now. I'm sorry… I won't do what you don't want me to do!”

I could barely make out my words beyond the choked sounds that were leaving my mouth. I didn't care that I was begging the devil, promising to do whatever he wanted, but I couldn't help it. I needed to get away from him, from this, from the pain, humiliation, and embarrassment.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, soaking against the table. I hadn't cried this much since our parents' death, and it was embarrassing as hell that the one doing this, ripping the emotions from me, was the same man I hate with every fibre of my being, the one I wouldn't mind thrusting a knife into his chest.

“What did you do wrong?” He demanded, his voice hard, his anger evident. He was pissed at me, and I knew why, but I didn't say it. I bit my lower lip as he continued slapping my arse cheeks, not pausing.

“What's it, Lylah?” He asked, stopping just so he could hear me.

“I, uh, I don't know.”

“Try again. If you really don't know, trust me, I can make sure you remember.” The promise in those words was enough to send shivers down my spine, my throat drying.

“I… I don't…”

“Oh, you don't know? Then I will keep hitting you until you remember. Just so you know, Lylah, I won't mind, but your arse would be so hot you won't be able to sit for days. Trust me. I know you won't want that.”

My heart was in my throat again. I couldn't breathe or swallow as his heavy palm crashed into my arse. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I choked out. There was no need to fight it anymore. There was no need to be stubborn when I knew he would continue hitting me until I gave in. I just had to do that.

“Now, tell me, what's it?”

I closed my eyes and inhaled before I answered, “No cursing.”

“And?”

“You are my master, and I'm your… Your pet. I do whatever you want from me with no questions, getting down when asked and taking everything.”

It was embarrassing as hell saying those words out loud, giving in to the depravity that was eating into him.

“Now, that wasn't difficult, was it?” He pushed away from me. “Get dressed,” he said, walking around his desk. He tucked his d**k into his slacks and zipped it before he sat on his armchair, his face scrunching up in what, I assumed, was pain.

“Wh… What?” I blinked, unsure if I heard right. There was no way he asked me to get dressed, right? We were about to have s*x. I didn't even bring him to his orgasm, and he just wants me to leave?

“You… You want me to leave?”

He looked up, his lips pulling up in a frown. “Do you need me to repeat myself?”

I shook my head, scared, when I recalled what he did when I disobeyed him. I pushed away from the desk, resisting the urge to groan in pain. My arse was burning.