Refuse and Pay the Price

You look at Emily's ass again as you approach her, and she's still wiggling — apparently delighting in the idea of being spanked by you. You wonder where this leads…what she's going to ask you to do next if you say yes to her this time. In some sense, you already suspect the worst. She's taken this set up directly from one of your favorite fetish vids, right down to her outfit.

You draw the paddle back, but at the last second...you stop yourself.

"Emily, th — this is crazy," you stutter. "I know what you said, but I can't do it. You're my sister, for fuck's sake." You hear her huff, but after second she stands up again. She gripped the hem of her latex skirt and pulled it down, smoothing it against her hips as she turned around.

"And if you're not going to be my big brother," Emily said, "then I'm going to be your big sister." Keeping a stern face, she nodded at the paddle in your hand. The first time it moved, you defensively tried to keep a grip on it. It practically yanked you over, but you still had it in your hand.

"Please, Emily, come on…" You beg her. This time she smiles, and apparently she doesn't have to make any other gestures to animate the leather in your hand, because it yanks you the other way. As you do your best to hold onto it with both hands, you feel your pants come loose. "Emily, no!" As you feel your pants begin to slide down, you grab onto the waistband with one hand while keeping your other firmly wrapped around the handle of the paddle.

Emily flings herself back as if she's leaping rear-first onto the latex covered bed, but instead, she's suspended in midair in a seated position as she crosses her legs. You look at her, dressed like a magical dominatrix sitting on a cloud of air and looking down on you, giggling. It has a haunting tone, especially when the paddle renews its test of your grip, this time pulling itself skyward as your pants continue trying to pull themselves off.

"I warned you," she sings, obviously having a lot of fun watching you struggle. "But apparently you'd rather receive than give...which is just fine by me." You watch her lick her lips, and now you have to decide between the paddle and your pants. Your grip is failing on both, and they're pulling in different directions, so you finally let go of your pants to get a two-handed grip on the animated paddle.

Emily is very amused by this, laughing at you as the paddle jerks you across the floor. Your jeans have pulled themselves off, and now you're in her room in your underwear, trying desperately not to let go. You know it's coming after you the moment you do. Your attempts are pretty hopeless since you can't exactly get a grip on the wooden floor. You're sliding around on your socks like the paddle is taking you floor skiing, and you feel the waistband of your underwear go loose on every side of you.

When you look down, you gasp at what's happening. Instead of pulling themselves straight down, your briefs are inflated on you, still in place around your hips, but somehow no longer touching any part of you except the space between your legs. The paddle has stopped pulling you around for a second, as if it's letting you take in this odd site for a second. You look up at Emily, your eyes still pleading with her.

"Em, please, what are you —"

"Alley-oop!" Em says, directing both her pointer fingers skyward. The paddle rises into the air, and you refuse to let go of it. As it lifts you to your toes, and then finally off the ground, you stubbornly defy it, trying to focus all your strength on keeping a hold of the thing. It lifts you straight out of your inflated underwear, and you feel your socks pull themselves off of your feet as you're lifted off the ground.

Now you feel really stupid. You're naked in front of your sister, still holding the paddle and hovering four feet off the ground or so. She smirks as she looks down at your dick, opens her mouth, and flicks her tongue a bit. Even though she's several feet away from you, you feel something tickle against your cock.

"Em what the f--!" You cry out, letting go of the paddle to cradle yourself. Instead of falling, you find yourself suspended in midair, defying gravity as if you weigh nothing. The moment your hands go to your sensitive male parts, the paddle hovers down in front of you as if to make sure you can see it.

"You have a pretty nice dick, Dylan," Emily shrugs. "Be honest, is that totally flaccid, or are you the least bit turned on by the fact that you're about to be magically dominated by your sorceress sister?" She curls a finger toward the ground, and you watch as your underwear float up in front of her. They slowly rotate so that the pouch faces her, and she reaches her hand up to squeeze the filled out shape inside.

"It's...fucking flaccid, Emily!" You cry out. "I already told you, you're my sister! Magic or not, you shouldn't be doing this! If you can really do anything...like, why not mess with a guy you have a crush on, or something!?"

"You had a chance to keep me in line, Dylan." She hovers closer to you as the paddle flies out of your view. "Since you chose not to take me up on my offer, I have to believe that some part of you wanted it this way." A searing sensation echoes through your backside as the animated paddle takes its first whack. You howl, kicking your legs a little against the air.

"Ungh... Emily, please..." Just as you look over your shoulder, you see it winding up again. You and the paddle rotate ninety degrees as if you're part of the same reference frame, and this time you actually watch the hovering leather attack as it makes two more quick slaps, one against each cheek. "Yowww!"

Emily cackles laughter, close enough to you now that she rubs one of your ass cheeks.

"Oh, you're already so red after just three!" She says. When you look over at her, you can see down into her latex top. The scent of her rubber clothing is right next to you, and her painted lips curl up in a mischievous grin. "You're going to beg me to make it stop, Dylan." This time you can feel your feet held still by invisible **** as the paddle rains down on you again, this time three on each side, swiping back and forth without any delay in recoil.

"Argh, damn it!" You cry, trying to catch your breath. "Em, I'm already begging you to stop! Please!" Your smug little sister reclines in the air, chewing on a fingernail as she glances at your hovering underwear.

"Dylan, if that's flaccid...what's it look like at full attention?" She asks. Another loud WHACK, WHACK! comes from behind you right after she asks her question, and you let out a kind of whimper and wail at the same time. The paddle is slapping you hard, and given that it's being directed by magic instead of somebody's hand, you have no idea what its limitations are in terms of power. Emily told you it would never get tired, and you believe that without question.

Speaking of question...

"Stop...please just stop? I'll do anything you want," you pant, praying she'd get bored sooner if you just show she's broken you.

"Silly, I can already **** you to do that. Offer something else," she says. You can't help but notice her playing with the invisible outline of your shape in your invisibly filled-out briefs hovering next to her, but your attention is broken again when the leather paddle hits you with the most **** yet on your right cheek.

"Agh, FUCK!" You cry out. This one makes your eyes water, but you're closer to screaming than you are crying. You try to kick your feet again, but you're still held in place by invisible bonds. "Emily, that REALLY hurts!" You shout. When she meet your eyes, she simply shrugs, continuing her bizarre act of petting your empty underwear. Her indifference makes you even angrier, but when you notice the empty briefs beginning to change shape, confusion and disgust begin to take over. "What-what the fuck are you doing with my underwear?" You ask.

"Showing them a good time! Look," she says. She lets out an excited little noise as she puts her hands up to her mouth, watching the shape inside grow as if a ghost with a chubby were wearing your briefs. "God, you get THAT big? I never figured you for having a hog like that, Dylan." It's really standing up now, and Emily seems legitimately excited by the idea. "It's still going!" She cries, grinning at you.

"That because you're telling it t--" SIX more hits from the paddle now, all delivered on the same left cheek with increasing intensity. You make a pathetic-sounding noise you can even describe, and when you pull air through your teeth to try to cope with the stinging pain of the leather spankings, you watch Emily grab at the bell-shaped protrusion at the front of the briefs.

"No, I just commanded them to fill out like you would at full mast," she said, "Which, wow. That's gotta be at least an 8. Pretty impressive, bro." She looked down at your own cock, which, unfortunately for you, was actually beginning to react to your corporal punishment. "Heyyyy, looks like I'm not the only one with a spanking fetish," She beams. "He's alive!"

"Emily, come o--OW!" Every time you try to chide her, the paddle interrupts with another strike.

"I said offer something else, Dylan," She said. "I can literally keep you up here forever unless you have an idea I like better." Two more smacks from the haunted paddle, and now you just grit your teeth. You stare at your obscenely-shaped underwear, thinking about what a strange nightmare-world your sister has created with her 'new abilities' in just a couple hours.

Your eyes fall back on the chain of the necklace, too--which you noticed was still on Emily when you could see down her latex shirt. You try not to think too hard about it since she can probably read your thoughts anytime she wants to...but the ever-present necklace and her one verbal slip-up has given you an inkling of a plan.

"You--you can do anything," You finally say, mentally exhausted by the anticipation of another spanking from the floating paddle. "Why don't you just--" You whimper again through five more hits, though admittedly these ones are a little more playful, gentler than most of the others. The nerves in your tanned ass don't seem to take any comfort in this, though--it's already lit up bright red.

"Because it's more fun when you PLAY WITH ME," Emily says. "You could have been spanking me in this wonderful outfit...and you didn't," She continues, wagging a finger at you. "Now I'm asking you to offer up another game for us," She says. "I can float here all night, bend you over, watch the paddle work its magic and really make that butt glow," She bites her lip... "But if you can think of something more interesting, I'm all ears."