Continue the spanking

Your blood up, and your prissy sister spread against the bed before you, you decide to teach the bitch a lesson. Your usual stoic facade slips.

'Thwack'.

Sansa remains in shock, unable to move or make a noise.

'Thwack'.

"Jon!" it comes out as little more than a whimper.

'Thwack'.

"Please, Jon!"

Her voice is getting louder, but to your ears it sounds like pleading for more.

'Thwack'.

Silence from her after a fifth spank lands on her dress-clad arse, and you decide enough is enough.

"If you continue, I will spank you more." you break your silence and Sansa turns her head to face him. She nods in acquiescence and slither to the floor from the bed, wrapping her arms about herself.

"Apologise", your voice commands.

"I'm sorry, brother, I won't do it again."

At the sound of her apology, and her calling you 'brother', you realise that your manhood is at full attention and once again only a few inches from her young, slender face.