If spanking Nick worked once...kind of

It's obvious what your bratty brother needs, what any boy as naughty and cheeky as him deserves. The one thing that has actually worked to make him treat you with any of the respect you deserve as his long-suffering older sister. It's even clearer now he's also your willing cocksleeve. You can't tolerate this snark and bratty behavior even one second more from the boy you're fucking. He has to be punished and put firmly in his place. As you glare coolly down at Nick, laying sprawled and panting across your couch, you see his snotty smirk fade slightly and a hint of nervousness stray into his big, grey eyes as he senses he just might have pushed you too far, again. Well, too late now...

With a low growl, you pounce on him, stiff cock waving between your legs. Nick lets out a sharp yelp of shock as you drag him off the couch, easily lifting his slender body with a firm grip on his waist. You yank the squirming boy up into your chest, ignoring his feebly kicking legs and muffled squeals of protest, spinning him round then sitting yourself down on the couch. In an instant, you have him laying across your lap on his belly, his bare legs flat on the couch beside you and his soft butt up in the air against your knee. Leaning over you wrap a muscled arm firmly round his waist, pinning him there with his arms and upper body trapped in place. You take a moment to admire his bare hindquarters, those soft legs, the skin pale and smooth as cream, the teasing hint of his small, hairless balls peeking out from between his plump thighs, and then finally, the two perfect mounds of his bottom. Those two snow-white globes jiggle enticingly as your naughty brother wriggles in your grasp, aching for a firm hand to turn them a delicious shade of red. You lick your lips, a white hot pulse of desire crackling down your belly and into your stiff, aching shaft. You're going to enjoy this....

"Lucy...please, fuck, I was kidding...you don't have to do this again." Nick whimpers, struggling weakly as you hold him firmly in your lap and raise your hand, lining it up with the plump, quivering cheeks of his naughty butt. You don't even bother dignifying his whining with a response. If he didn't want this to happen he shouldn't have been such a brat again. Instead, you just swing your hand, landing a solid smack right across the middle of his bottom. Nick's voice dies in a shrill squeal as the crack of palm on flesh fills the room. You give him a moment to absorb the pain, your hand settled possessively over his quivering butt, then draw it back and slap him again. His plump cheeks wobble under your palm, the pale flesh rippling. Your brother bucks up, yelping like a startled puppy. Your arm around him tightens, holding him firmly in place as you feel his delicious bottom tense and tremble under your punishing hand. His lovely pale skin is so reactive, and you can already see a nice, red mark prickling up where your palm landed. "Lucy!" He gasps. "It was just a joke...you don't have to..."

You smack him again, even harder this time, then again, switching from cheek to cheek of his adorable, soft butt in a slow, even rhythm. It gives you time to appreciate every moment of your naughty little brother's punishment. His round, bare bottom bounces and wobbles under your palm, those deliciously soft cheeks clenching and jiggling. Soon he's squealing out after every smack, then you hear the first whimpering sobs, each wet sniffle sending a pulse of delight through your sadistic heart. With him laid across your bare lap, your iron-hard cock presses up into his belly, smearing his flesh with pre-cum, his helpless struggles doing little more than adding to the enticing feeling of his soft skin on your swollen head. His legs twitch against the couch at first as he struggles with the pain, but soon they're kicking behind him, feet waving frantically in the air. The helpless thrashing and squealing does nothing but rouse your burning lusts even higher.

Savoring every delightful moment, you spank him faster, landing smack after smack over his quivering cheeks. The flesh under your hand is good and pink now, warm to the touch, and you aim for the few slivers of pale, unmarked skin left. His squeals grow even shriller as you swing your hand up to smack the wobbling underside of his buttocks, aiming at the crease where they meet his thighs. His slender body wriggles pathetically in your grasp, his hips working from side to side and his fluttering hands grabbing at your arm as he tries to struggle free and escape your punishing palm. No matter how hard he tries, you easily hold him right where you want him, his bare butt exposed to each hard slap across his quivering flesh as you get back to thoroughly tanning his tender, quivering cheeks. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you're still telling yourself you're teaching him an important lesson, that he'd better treat his older sister with the respect you're owed and do everything you tell him from now on. As far as most of you cares though, he's just a very naughty boy with a lovely, spankable bottom and he deserves every single smack.

At last, you pause. Your naughty brother is slumped over your lap, limp and helpless. His bare bottom is bright scarlet across most of those two soft mounds, fading to a pretty shade of pink near the edges where you didn't slap him quite as much. He's still sobbing hoarsely, his bare legs twitching and his hips trembling. You lean back and smile with satisfaction, your eyes drifting over his naked flesh. Now he looks like a boy who's learned his lesson, for now at least, though you debate continuing the spanking a little longer just to be sure. Deciding to be kind, you reach down with the same hand that just spanked him raw and settle it gently over his welted butt. The skin is deliciously hot to the touch, and he moans in pain as you rub and squeeze his sore cheek gently, soothing some of the sorer spots. Purring to yourself in lustful satisfaction, you slide a finger between those plump, quivering cheeks, letting it drift over the little pink hole between them. Your cock throbs and aches as you feel his butt clench and wink under your finger, still as tight as the last time you fucked him. Soon, you tell yourself, then go back to rubbing and patting his poor, stinging bottom.

When his hopeless sobs have eased to soft little sniffles, you shift your arm and grab him by the waist, easily lifting his limp body up and setting him down to sit across one knee, his legs spread. His freshly-spanked bottom hangs in the air, sore cheeks jiggling with his every sorry little sniffle. Between his spread thighs, you notice that his little dickie is still hard despite his sobbing, the smooth, pink shaft standing out above his little balls. You smirk at the sight. Clearly he didn't hate that quite as much as he's acting like he did. Besides, you remind yourself, last time he told you he wanted this. It's entirely obvious to your lust-filled brain that a naughty boy with such a lovely butt deserves plenty of spankings. You'll just have to make sure he gets what he needs.

"From now on, every time you're naughty or annoy me, Nick, it'll mean the same." You growl at him. "Clothes off, over my knee and a good, hard spanking on the bare bottom. In fact, I think I'll be doing it at least once a day just to remind you who's in charge. We'll call that making up for all the years you've been such a pest." He whimpers pathetically at the news that even being good won't keep his poor butt unmarked. It's easy to tell yourself that this is for his own good. After all, he only seems to behave himself when his bottom is sore, but the truth is spanking him feels far too good for it to be just a punishment. "Is that understood?" You snap.

"Yes...Lucy." He sniffles, his huge, grey eyes even prettier now they're wet and glistening with tears.

"Good...remember you asked for this, little brother. You wanted me...so here I am." You purr, then lean in, your tongue fluttering as you lick the salty taste of tears from his flushed cheeks. Nothing sweeter than a naughty boy getting his rightful punishment. You smirk at the thought, then dart in to hungrily cover his lips with your own. Your dominant tongue delves inside his mouth, forcing his own little soft one down and covering it possessively. Meanwhile your hands cup and squeeze his freshly-spanked butt, feeling the delicious heat coming off his welted flesh and drawing pathetic, muffled whimpers into the kiss when you pinch and grope him firmly. He's yours now, those possessive fingers digging into his soft butt tell him...your naughty little brother to spank and punish and fuck as much as you want. You'll still be kind to him sometimes, when he's earned it, but for now the massive, throbbing erection between your legs demands you put his delicious body to use satisfying your every desire. "Now, let's get you back to my bed." You growl as you break the kiss, your voice rumbling with lust. "I'm going to fuck you hard and deep, just the way such a naughty boy deserves."