! ! Muahahahahahaha!

“I still can't believe you are making me...*smack* 39...” he winced. “Come on...there are limits to...” smack 40.”

Ben was in the middle of his first punishment. I initially intended to double everything I received, but that was before I reached enlightenment. Now, two slaps simply didn't seem appropriate. So I increased this by a hundredfold. He was **** to bend over, facing me. I did contemplate watching his backside instead, but seeing his cute blushing face wince with every slap was much more enticing. To ensure easy access I stripped him of his Shirt. He was allowed to keep his underwear, but his cheeks where exposed. (a wedgie did the trick)

Because I am unbelievably magnanimous. I allowed Ben to not only alternate between hands but also butt cheeks. And to make sure he didn't lose track he was to count his slaps loudly.

“This is so...ugh... smack 45 ...stupid...seriously... *smack* gah 46...”

I only smiled as I watched my Brother. Who would have ever thought that the sound of slapping cheeks was that pleasant?

“You did make me angry, sweet Brother.” I declared. “Now how about you get on with it, so we can get to the actual fun stuff? Double your tempo.”

“200.” Ben finally announced while panting heavily.

I stretched myself with a pleasant sigh and decided to inspect the goods. “My what a lovely shade of red.” I complimented. “You have a very shapely bottom, a bit of red is just what it needed to really make it shine. And it really compliments your adorable birthmark.”

“Do you enjoy staring at my ass that much?”

“Almost as much as your face. That mix between pain and embarrassment is just...”

“God, you are so creepy.”

That earned him another slap, this time from me. “Show me your hands.”

They looked red, but otherwise fine. Looks like I won't have to hold back.

“Can I get up now?”

“Why I don't know Ben, can you?”

“Please Sis, my back is hurting more then my butt.”

“You may get up.”

Ben groaned from the painful sensation of finally putting his body upright again.. “That really hurt you know?” he complained, as he adjusted his underwear back.

“Oh, suck it up. I don't even like inflicting pain on you, so I was very gentle.”

“You call this gentle?” Ben stretched and rubbed his butt.

"Compared to whats to come this was just the warm up."

That made him flinch and instinctively cover his bottom.

I had to laugh. “Relax! I told you we are done with pain. I am all about ironic punishment so this next one should be fun for the both of us.”

That didn't really reassure Ben, but that kinda works for me. “Ben, be a dear and remind me what I had to do next.”

“You, uh, apologized?”

“You made me call you Master and get on my knees.”

“I told you, that was your own subconscious at work, don't blame me for your freaky fetish!”

Her little Brother really had a way with words. Time to make that work against him. She pressed a button on the App.

Command.

Right away Ben fell to his Knees. “Oh please, please Mistress allow me to be your ****!” He blinked confused. “Oh that's so unoriginal!”

I only smiled and sat back on my Bed. “So, you want to be my ****?”

“Yes!” Was Ben **** to reply.

“How much.”

“I would give everything for the honor to serve you. You are a Queen, a Goddess!”

“I am not convinced”, I replied. “Give me 10 good reasons why I should allow you to be my ****.”

Right away, Ben's mind started working. “First, it would be very humiliating for me, which you greatly enjoy, two it would be convenient as we are close by, third your cooking sucks so that would be an improvement, fourth you are really lazy, so my doing your chores would please you, fifth you aren't that smart so I could do your accounting.”

Yeah, I'm not sure what I was expecting either.

“sixth, it would be difficult for you to get an actual ****, as slavery is outlawed, seventh you would not have to pay me any money. Eight...uhh..eight...”

“Whats that? Already out of ideas?” I grinned. “You have to try harder, Ben.”

“eight, I would require very little maintenance, nine you could whatever you wanted to me...ten you love me.”

Those last few sounded seriously wrong, and that Ben was blushing furiously didn't help either. For a moment I was lost at words. “What do you mean, i love you?”

“I, I, I mean you are my big sister. Of course you love me!”

“You mean as a sibling, purely platonic, right?”

“Yes.”

I sighed. This is getting way too dangerous. “You know, I had planned to put you in a french maid uniform and have you clean the house and cook for me. I even would have given you a cute french accent to go with it.”

“You have a french maid uniform just laying around?”

“But this is starting to get kinda weird, so lets stop.”

“Oh NOW its starting to get weird.”

I giggled and pulled Ben towards the bed and hugged him.

“Sis...”, he whined so sweetly.

“You would have really looked adorable in it tough.”

“I'm not putting it on.”

“I could **** you.”

“Please don't.”

We stayed so for a while before I slowly separated myself from Ben. “Aaaanyway, punishment 3.”

“You just said you stopped!”

“For punishment 2. That's that and this is this.”

Ben groaned.

“If I remember correctly you had me walk around the neighborhood with my index finger firmly lodged inside my Nostril. And I am an innocent maiden, so it was even worse. So when it comes to your public humiliation you leave me **** but to go all out.”

“I told you....that was all you. Please have mercy!”