A bit of spanking

“Come sit on my lap,” I said. “I need a breather after that.”

Emily laughed and sat with her legs across mine. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Bitch,” I grinned, feeling up her legs.

“And it’s gone,” she said. Then she let out a cry of pain as I slapped her ass. “Ow!”

I silenced her with a kiss. “Bend over,” I ordered.

Reluctantly she obeyed, lying across my legs. “You going to spank me?”

“Beg for it. Make it convincing.”

Emily laughed. “Oh, you are a bad brother,” she said as she wiggled her ass. “Fine, I’ll play along.” Her expression suddenly changed to one of pleading, almost longing. “Please, brother, spank me – I deserve it,” she begged. I always forget how good at acting she is.

I administered a sharp blow to her behind, and she yelped. “Why do you deserve it?” I asked, interested to see how far I could push it.

“I’m such a slut,” she pleaded.

I hit her again, harder. “Why? What did you do?”

“I fucked my brother – I mean, he’s not even that hot. Please, punish me,” she begged, completely straight-faced.

“You little slut,” I laughed. “What do you mean I’m not that hot?”

Glancing up at me with a twinkle in her eye, she said, “Well, my brother’s skinny, and his face is … not very attractive.” I spanked her, and she half-yelped, half-laughed, but continued, “And his cock is so small.”

“Oh come on, you call six inches small?” I said, and she winked at me. “Wow, very funny,” I said, hitting her ass again.

“Please, I don’t know what came over me, I don’t know why I fucked him,” Emily continued, and I obligingly spanked her even harder. “Ow, fuck, alright, that one hurt!”

“You want me to stop? Chicken?” I asked, raising my hand to strike again.

She bit her lip, thinking. “One more.” The instant my hand collided with her skin, she yelled in some strange mixture of pain and pleasure. “Mm, yeah!”

I laughed. “Jeez, you’re kinky.”

“Not too bad yourself,” Emily grinned, absentmindedly unbuckling my belt. “You gonna fuck me now?”