He needs to learn his place, the hard way

"Lucy?" Nick whimpers as you loom over him. He's shivering now, his grey eyes huge and anxious as he stares up at you. He looks so delicate and pathetic, lying naked across your bed and awkwardly trying to hide his tiny little dick under a hand. For a moment you consider stepping outside for a moment and taking a few deep breaths, just to calm yourself down before you do something you regret. Then your furious gaze flickers across his girly face, and you see the glistening liquid clinging to his lips and chin. The pussy juices of that skank he was eating out. Your rage burns even hotter. How dare he? Doesn't he understand how much you've done for him? You raised him, looked after him, tried your very best to turn him into a respectable young man, but at the first chance he gets the little boyslut runs off chasing whores! In your own bed this time! The sheer disrespect makes our blood boil. Doesn't he even know you're all he needs!

"This is the last straw, you spoiled little shit!" You snarl, so much anger and lust rumbling in your voice that you hardly even recognize it. "I've been patient with you for years, Nick and you've spat in my face again and again. No matter how hard I tried to make you understand, you take advantage of me and Dad every chance you get. Well no more! I won't take, I won't!" Your baby brother shrinks back into the bed as you shout those last words. This is definitely the most furious you've ever been with him and he just doesn't seem to know how to handle it. Instead of the usual surly grunts, the only sound he makes is these adorable, strangled whimpers. Watching him tremble just makes you even harder, until your cock feels like a bar of boiling iron pressing against your legs. Oh fuck, he's even cuter when he's scared of you. Maybe you should make sure he stays that way, and your overheated brain has given you just the idea! "If you won't listen to me any other way, I'm going to have to make you respect me!" As your words die away, Nick pauses, taking in a sharp little breath. He stares up at you, blinking away tears. It seems he's convincing himself you're going to let him off easy again, because no matter how much he's quivering, he stiffens up and tries to look brave.

"Can I get dressed at least before you...?" His snarky question dies in a squeal of shock as you lunge at him, grabbing him by the ear and dragging his naked, wriggling body across the bed. You're far stronger than even the average male, so your slender, weak baby brother doesn't have a hope of fighting you. In moments you have him wrapped in your arms, pressing his cute, girly face into your boobs. Just the feeling of his wriggling, naked body against your own sends shivers of boiling lust through you. There's no room for doubt anymore. You have no idea where the idea's come from, but suddenly you're utterly convinced that this is what he needs, to be taught a good, hard lesson the one way that will get through to him. "Let go of me!" He squeals, kicking his cute, bare legs as you lift his wriggling body up off the bed with ease. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Don't you dare swear at me!" You snarl in his ear. Sitting on the bed, you plant him firmly in your lap, grabbing his flailing arms with one hand and pinning them in his back by the wrists. Using that to hold him down, you line your other hand up with his bare, quivering butt. Those two pale cheeks quiver in the air, smooth, soft and plump, aching for a spanking just as much as the naughty boy they belong go. With a hungry growl, you swing your hand. Your palm lands across the center of his butt with a delicious crack, followed moments later by a shocked, frantic squeal from the wriggling boy. A hoarse moan escapes your lips as you feel the soft smoothness of his flesh under your palm. You can't resist the urge to squeeze in, sinking your grip into a plump, trembling cheek. Fuck, this feels so good, but even better is the certain knowledge that you're nowhere near done with him. Your hand darts back, and you swat him again, even harder this time, drawing another shrill, girlish squeal. "You are going to treat me with respect from now on!" You snap, punctuating each word with another hard smack. Nick is kicking and bucking with all the strength his weak, girly body can muster, but his helpless struggles and squeals of pain just add to your determination to keep going and teach him a lesson he'll never forget. If he was a good boy, he'd lie still and take his punishment! "I'm your big sister, and I know what's best for you, always!"

"Lucy, stop, please!" He sobs, crying helplessly now. You ignore his pathetic whimpers, your hand rising and falling as you turn every inch of his perfect butt a pretty shade of scarlet. Your bedroom is filled with the very welcome sounds of a naughty boy getting what's coming to him. The sharp, delicious cracks of palm on flesh, your hungry pants and moans, and your baby brother's sobbing squeals. Just like you guessed, the silly boy has no idea how to handle pain. He's been pampered and spoiled all his life, left soft and weak and ****, well no longer! Now he's going to be firmly disciplined instead and kept strictly under your thumb where he belongs! He'll do everything you say, when you say it, or else you'll spank him again. As your hand cracks over and over again across the wobbling cheeks of his delicious butt and you dream of just what that will mean, underneath his wriggling body your cock is so hard it's actually painful. You bite your lip hard as it presses into his belly, sending pulsing waves of pleasure through your core. One thing's for certain even in your overheated mind. You're going to be doing this a lot from now on! It's what your naughty brother needs, after all!

"Are you going to be a good boy now, Nick?" You pause the spanking at last, your hand still settled possessively over his plump, tender butt. His skin is nice and warm, glowing with pretty welts. Instead of answering, your naughty brother sobs helplessly, slumping over your lap like he's lost all strength in his body. So you smack him again, a hail of vicious swats that make him thrash and howl. As each spank lands, your palm sends ripples through his wriggling butt, his soft legs kicking adorably in the air beside you. "I said, are you going to be good for your big sister from now on?" You growl as soon as his hoarse cry dies away, not bothering to disguise the threat in your voice this time.

"Yes!" He sobs. "Yes, I'll be good!" For a reward, you firmly rub your fingers across his butt, soothing some of the sorer spots with tender caresses. Nick doesn't seem to appreciate your kindness, because he just sobs even harder, a wet patch of tears on the bed under his face. Well, at least it's more of an excuse to get your hand all over his delicious butt, even cuter now it's all red and hot.

"Are you going to do everything I say from now on?" You ask, already knowing the answer by now.

"Yes Lucy." Your naughty brother sniffles. "I'll do what you want, please." You smile with satisfaction. At last, you've found a way to get through to him.

"Okay then, I'll stop here." You nod, lifting your hand off his butt. He sighs with hoarse relief between cute little sobs. Letting his arms go, you grab him by the waist and lift him up again. This time he doesn't fight, and you plant him sitting firmly on your knees, one arm wrapped around his shivering shoulders. His tear-stained face turns towards yours, big grey eyes glistening and lips trembling with more adorable sniffles. "I wish you hadn't made me do that." You lie smoothly, reaching up to brush away a few glistening tears with your fingers. "It really, really upset me that I came back to find my apartment in such a mess and you in bed with that horrible girl." Your voice shudders with bitter rage as you remember the awful sight of her sitting on top of your baby brother's cute face. Disgusting tramp. You should spank Nick all over again just for letting her defile him that way.

"I'm sorry, Lucy." He sobs. It really sounds like he means it this time. A shame it's just too late.

"I know you are, but only because I spanked you, and that just isn't good enough." You shake your head. "So, you're going to make it up to me, starting right now." You shift underneath him, your aching cock throbbing hotly against your thigh. You're way past hesitation now, and this painful need has grown so demanding you don't even think of stopping. It's only right that this naughty boy drain your aching balls when it's all his fault your this backed-up in the first place! Besides, he promised to do everything you say from now on, and what better way is there to test that? "Get on your knees right now and suck my cock." You order your brother sharply, in a voice that brooks no further disobedience.