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slowly positioned me as he wanted, my pussy dripped down my thighs.
    “Lean forward, that’s right. Hands on the back of the couch, get your tits right over the back and push your ass out. I want it on display for myself, for anyone who comes to the door.”
    I jumped, my expression one of shock.
    “Relax. No one is due for another hour and you’ll only spend twenty minutes here thinking about your behavior. Now get into position and hold it, or I will make you greet our guests like this.”
    “I hate you.” The timer went off as I said it. The cakes were ready.
    “No you don’t.” He pressed against me so I could feel his cock on my ass as he leaned down, his erection pressing against my hip through his pants. “I think the opposite, in fact,” he whispered, his breath at my neck making me shudder before he abruptly walked away, taking the cakes out of the oven, leaving me alone and on display, my pussy dripping with need, my ass throbbing with residue from my first ever spanking administered by, of all people, my stepbrother.

Chapter 4
Jace
    W ould a decent man have had a cold shower after that?
    With the alarm set, I left Lisa kneeling on the couch with her ass on display, unable to peel my eyes from it, from her, for the first ten minutes. In that position, her legs spread just wide enough that her pussy showed clear between her ass cheeks. Her hairless pussy, the lips wet and spread, so fucking inviting. What I would have given to stroke my cock then, to dip into that cunt just once. To jerk off and paint her ass with my cum.
    This truly hadn’t been my intention when I’d proposed this whole thing. Well, not consciously. I was attracted to Lisa, had found her cute when she was younger, but now, she was fucking irresistible. And I liked her as a person. Or at least I liked the person I knew she was.
    I did truly feel a little discipline would go a long way, but I could no longer deny my attraction to her. Hell, my cock was evidence of that. I stripped down and climbed into the shower, taking the steel rod into my hand, fisting it, rubbing its length. I loved spanking women but didn’t get to do enough of it for true discipline. It was those sessions that got me the hardest. Role play didn’t do it for me. I liked to have a woman bare her ass and bend over. I liked for her to give herself to me to be disciplined. I liked holding them down when things got heavy. I liked making them come while their asses blazed with heat. I hadn’t been sure how Lisa would react to spanking, but when I realized she was aroused, hell, I felt like I’d hit the jackpot.
    But, now, I had to figure out how to proceed.
    We were both adults. When she’d first kissed me a few years back, she’d been fifteen. I’d done a good job of hiding how much I’d liked that kiss, but it had been for her own good. And for my sanity. She was too young then, off limits. Plus, she was my father’s wife’s daughter. Although, technically, that didn’t matter so much. She wasn’t a blood relation. Still, I’d been trying to do the right thing. She’d trusted me, and I didn’t want to take advantage of that trust.
    But things were different now.
    I turned off the hot water and sucked in a breath as ice cold splashed over me. I needed to cool down and remember what the hell the point of this weekend was. Problem was, I wasn’t so sure anymore.

    * * *
    W hen I got out of the shower, I found that Lisa had iced the cake and I heard the shower in her room go on. I checked the clock. Still had some time before our guests came. It was February 14 th , Valentine’s Day, and ever since my first year at university, we had a tradition of having an Anti-Valentine’s dinner. This year, it was only a couple of us. Most of the guys had girlfriends now, which meant they could no longer celebrate Anti-Valentine. Not if they wanted to get any that night, that is.
    This year, my buddies were in for a treat.
    “I am not wearing this!”
    Ah.
    I