Spanked By Brother の小説・ストーリー

Uncle Lee and his wife always tried to make me smile and a less sadder but it was different without my brother. Finally when we are cool and so close like before she came back.Minutes with her around, we were already arguing and even my brother slapped me.Something he has never done before no matter how mad he is.He was trapped in the devil's web and couldn't free himself. I downed the whisky in the glass I was holding, rubbing my cheek that was no longer itchy.I can't believe he slapped me because of her. Me:I need you more than ever...Please come to me.

Tamika’s mate snapped at me, and his brother growled beside him before speaking as well. “You’re so bold to speak because there are bars separating us from you. I’d like to see you mouth off when I can get close enough to rip out your throat.” “I beat your brother in less than thirty minutes. You think you’re so strong but you may even be weaker than him.” I said to the brother. “You went after his weak leg. I have no weak points you can exploit. I’d like to see you try to use your tricks on me.” The brother snapped at me while Tamika’s mate just glared at me in silent support of his brother’s words.

Nothing made Kai happier than seeing others helpless, floundering before him. "I--I don't know," Tom stammered. "Are you stupid?" Kai growled, feigning anger. Anger that invoked fear "I'm sorry," Tom muttered. "I--I'm really sorry." "He's been a naughty boy, so I have to teach him a lesson, right?" Kai asked Kenny with a huge grin. "Of course, he needs a spanking," Kenny replied. "Pull down his pants," Kai demanded and watched Tom's face turn white.

He went back to his former position, then gestured for me to carry on. “Take off your skirt next.” “I can’t while kneeling.” “Then stand up.” I did as he said, then pulled off my skirt. “Now back on your knees.” I threw my skirt to the side, then dropped back to my knees. I feel cool air hit every part of my body. I feel exposed. I’m only in panties and a top bra infront of my fucking stepbrother. “Now you’re gonna answer my questions. Your response shall be yes or no sir,”

Julian had just returned from work, his final day before taking his wedding leave. "Julian, you're home! Well? Did you get your leave? The timing is so tight, darling," Raya said in a playful, pampered tone. The man embraced Raya briefly. "Yes, you know I'm still an employee, Raya. My brother only just gave his approval." "Be patient, Julian. If your brother says you aren't ready, it means you have much to learn. You need to be like your late father—a successful entrepreneur," Mrs. Eleanor added, joining the conversation.

“My brother is the situation, Kendall. He has made it his number one mission to frustrate the life out of me. He’s torturing me — my soul, my body, my mind, every single part of me. Arghhh!” I banged my locker again, the sound sharp and angry. I was furious, but I couldn’t direct it at the person responsible. Damien. My own twin brother. The one whose fingers had been inside me last night, whose voice still whispered filthy promises in my ear. The memory made my thighs clench involuntarily, a fresh wave of unwanted heat pooling between my legs. Kendall’s eyes went wide. “Okay… Are you saying your brother is beating you? Oh my God, do you want us to report him to the police?”

Then the unmistakable rhythmic creak of a bedframe. My face went nuclear. Noah and Lena. Obviously. They’d been “showering” for like forty-five minutes. I froze, plate halfway to the table, mortified on behalf of everyone involved. Ethan noticed immediately. He turned down the heat on the stove, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and cocked his head toward the ceiling. “Sounds like your brother’s putting in work,” he said, deadpan. “Shut up,” I hissed, cheeks burning so hot I could have cooked the pasta on them.

He spanked me again, harder, the sound echoing through the studio. “You were warned, Lara,” he snarled, spanking me repeatedly. *CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.* Each brutal slap made my ass jiggle and burn. “I told you not to touch yourself. Now look at you — bent over like a cheap whore in front of my actors, your slutty little cunt dripping all over the floor.” The couple was completely frozen, watching wide-eyed as my stepfather spanked my bare ass mercilessly. The humiliation was overwhelming… and it made me cum harder than I ever had in my life.

Guest played another video on his phone immediately afterward and said, "I found this video on my phone after I bumped into Bennett that day. Isn't that Bennett in the video? Is this really how an older sister treats her own brother?" His emotions were running high, but the moment Delilah saw the video, she completely fell apart. That video, shot in Northern Marovia, showed me getting brutally beaten, bound in heavy chains, relentlessly slapped, and forced to fight pigs for food. Having finished watching the video, Mr. Guest found Delilah absolutely sickening and threw her out of his house. "If you have even a shred of decency left, go get Bennett and bring him home, Delilah."

“Taking my cock while your brother’s gone. Little sister’s all grown up and fucking ruined.” I can only whimper, stars bursting behind my eyelids, pussy clenching around him. “Tell me who owns this pussy,” he demands, spanking my ass hard under the water. “You—fuck—you do—” He spanks again, again, until my skin burns even under the hot spray. “Say it louder.” “You own me, Jake—only you—” He spins me again, lifts me by the thighs, pins my back to the glass. My legs wrap around his waist automatically.