Spanking Storybook

This is Part 2 of Brotherly Love, written and contributed by Karen Fix. Enjoy!

Shannon sighed as she headed in the direction of the dreaded office, a place where she and her brother had many a dreaded ‘chats’ and was about to again. On the way there, she got a phone call. It was her best friend.

“Hey girl friend, want to go out tonight, Shannon?” she asked in a chipper voice.

“I would love to, but I’m kind of in a bit of trouble, another time maybe, when I’m free of the ball and chain I’ll be wearing for the next month.”

“So?” Her friend asked mischievously, “That’s never stopped you before,” she chuckled.

“Well…” She hesitated in answering. Then realized that Melissa was right. Her brother’s groundings had never stopped her before. So why start now? “Yeah ok, what time and where?” Shannon asked.

“Around 7 at the local pub, ok? See you soon… and don’t be late these guys are cute and won’t be around long.”

“Ok bye, Melissa.” She hung up her phone, opened the office door and went inside to sit down on the leather sofa and wait anxiously for her brother to return.

“How am I going to pull this off?” She thought to herself, but figuring out how she was going to get out on the town tonight was the least of her worries at this point. She’d be lucky if she could even get a pair of jeans on over her bottom after her brother gets through with her.

With the class finished and the horses back in their stalls, Marcus noticed that they were more soiled then usual, taking a closer look he realized that Shannon hadn’t even been here the whole day. “She didn’t even show up to do her barn chores. What’s gotten into that girl lately? It’s not like her to neglect her duties or obligations. Well it’s time I got to the bottom of her slackness and fast, before she puts our business ‘out’ of business.”

He then headed up to the main building and towards the office. He opened the door to find Shannon out to lunch on the sofa. Watching his sister sleeping he realized that he couldn’t allow her to continue down the road she was heading. It just wasn’t the business she was ruining but her life in general. She was always such a happy and contented kid growing up, full of curiosity and a lot of spunk, always wanting to see what life had to offer. She always made sure that she got her share of life’s opportunities. That was until their parent’s death. Since he took her in she began to change for the worse; she became more short tempered, rebellious and anti social. Even as a kid he remembered how Mom and Dad always dealt with him and his kid sister. They grew up by strict and firm methods, methods that he himself firmly believed in. He just didn’t realize that he would have to enforce these principles on his own sister, but he loved her more then life itself and wasn’t about to let her piddle such a promising future away. Not while he was around and in charge of her care. He had promised their mother before she died that he would take care of Shannon as she was only twelve at the time, and he was determined to do right by her and keep his promise continuing on with the “Family Traditions.”

“Shannon… wake up sis. It’s time to talk.” He gently shook his sister’s arm waking her from her slumbering sleep. She gently stirred and opened her big blue eyes grinning as she looked up into Marcus’s stern steel blue eyes.

“Oh…that kind of talk, huh?” She shuffled up into a sitting position, where Marcus quickly took his seat beside her.

“Yes …one of those ‘chats’ again. You do it to yourself Shannon. You think I enjoy having to get on your case all the time? But it seems if I don’t then you’d just go on doing what you’re doing and going nowhere fast.”

‘And the lecture begins.’ She thought as she rolled her eyes and leaned back on the sofa twirling her blonde hair around her fingers.

“See? You’re not even listening to me when I’m talking to you! It’s like you don’t give a damn anymore….LOOK AT ME YOUNG LADY! I’d appreciate it if you’d at least acknowledge me when I’m speaking to you!”

She looked at Marcus becoming a bit more attentive to his words now. She had never known him to be this firm and strict with his lectures, and it got her a bit antsy.

“Good, now that I finally have your undivided attention I think its time we had a more serious chat regarding your lack of commitment and responsibility to your job, the business and more importantly your future, that you’ve been totally disregarding lately. It has me very concerned!”

This story was written and contributed by Karen Fix. Thank you, Karen, for sharing your story with Spanking Storybook!

BROTHERLY LOVE

“Where the Sam hell is she? Damn it, she’s 30 minutes late. AGAIN!” Marcus Taylor paced back and forth in his office now extremely agitated at his sister’s lack of responsibility. He had even bought her a cell phone so she could at least phone him if she got into any kind of trouble. Again he looked at the clock and then the door. “Damn it… I have a business to run here, and she’s not helping matters.”

Marcus owned and directed Green Hill Stables, a small riding school of about 25 horses in a barn that he and Shannon inherited from their parents. Shannon was his top riding instructor and his little sister . She was also a very prominent rider and was so good with the kids. Nevertheless he had a business to run. He couldn’t allow family ties to interfere with it, and the students were becoming impatient. He waited a while longer and finally decided to pick up the phone and see if she was at least on her way. He dialed his sister’s number but again all he got was her voice mail.

“Damn, Marcus is going to be furious with me!” she said to herself. Looking at the time, she pulled into the little stable seeing the look on her older brother’s face, which made a shiver run down her back into her boots.

“Hi Marcus, sorry I’m late.” She parked her bike on the side of the barn and proceeded over to the riding ring where she was supposed to be the one teaching not her brother.

Marcus had no choice but to teach the class himself. Again Shannon had let him down, and no words could express the disappointment and anger he was feeling right now.

“Shannon go to my office and wait for me there. We need to have a little ‘chat’ ” He gave Shannon the ever familiar look that she remembered so well, the look she got so many times when she was growing up that told her not to argue with her brother when they were about to have a heart to heart ‘chat’. Marcus being 12 years older then his 22-year-old sister was forced to grow up fast when their parents were killed in a car crash 10 years ago. Because of the age difference and the fact that Marcus had already been on his own for 3 years, he had decided to raise Shannon himself to give his sis a stable life, but their parents death had seemed to affect Shannon more deeply. On top of everything else, she was a handful and a half.

“I’m sorry Marcus. I got held up. Please not another chat.”

To this point, Marcus’s ‘chats’ were merely an hour and a half of endless scolding and boring lectures. She had better things to do than be subjected to them, but she needed to keep her brother happy to keep her present position, a job she desperately needed to pay her way through university. She needed the money for her tuition fees as one day she hoped to graduate and become a certified Doctor of Veterinarian Medicine, specializing with horses. So she just decided to put up with the ‘chats.’ Though deep down she knew her brother only wanted what was best for her, but his lectures were something else.

“Don’t start with me young lady. I’m not in the mood for your excuses, whatever they are.” He again pointed in the direction of his office and then turned around and went back to teaching the class that Shannon herself was supposed to be teaching. To make matters worse it was also a hot and humid day, and all Marcus wanted to do was end the class and head home for the day and just relax by the pool. Instead he was now forced with having to deal with yet one more uneasy task of disciplining his little sister and her silly antics, which had put him in an even more off mood than he was already.

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The Next Morning….

“We’re leaving in 10 minutes, Emma,” Jack called from downstairs. Emma answered from the bedroom, “I’m hurrying, Jack. I’m a girl. We take longer to get ready,” she laughed.

“Emma, 10 minutes!”

“Goodness, the man is such a stickler for time,” Emma muttered to herself in the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror wearing a soft blue dress and sandals. She continued to apply her makeup, and smiled. Last night had been amazing. She’d had her first spanking from Jack, and it had been very different from her fantasies. It certainly had hurt, more than she had imagined to be sure. Yet, through the whole spanking, Emma had never felt so cared for by a man. Jack had held her for a long time after it was over. Then, he had carried her upstairs to his bedroom.

He’d been slow and deliberate as he undressed her. Emma had felt so submissive after being spanked and then having him take her clothes off. He’d laid her on the bed, and removed his clothes. Then, he ordered her to put her hands on the headboard. He began to touch her body, and caress her all over. Emma moaned, and wanted to touch his body too. Twice she tried to move her hands from the headboard. The first time he gave her a low warning. The second time, he smacked her thigh sharply. Emma hadn’t moved her hands again.

The sex had gone on for hours- fast, slow, gentle and a little rough. No wonder she was moving so slow this morning. Emma finished her makeup and began to blow dry her hair. She didn’t hear Jack yell a warning up the stairs again. He was taking her to meet some of his friends in town. She had heard all about them, and was excited to finally meet them. Suddenly, Jack was standing behind her and taking the blow dryer out of her hand.

“Jack, Honey, what are you doing?” Emma laughed. “I’ll never finish getting ready.”

Emma missed the serious expression on Jack’s face. He led her to the bedroom, and quickly sat on the bed, pulling her over his lap.

“Jack!” Emma’s hands flew to her bottom covering both cheeks. “What are you doing?”

Jack moved her hands and pinned them to her back, lifting her dress and lowering her panties. “I’m teaching you to obey me,” he answered.

“I am. I am, Jack,” she cried.

“Why aren’t you ready, Emma?” he asked as his hand rested on her bottom.

Emma hesitated and then answered, “I told you. I’m a girl, Jack, and I need longer to get ready,” she whined.

The sharp crack of his hand on her bottom made her cry out and struggle. “Jack! Please! My bottom is so sore still. Please!”

Jack continued to spank, hard, not listening to her crying or pleading.

“Emma, I have been warning you for over an hour now that we need to be on time at the restaurant. I don’t want to leave my friends waiting. Not only that, but I gave you 3 warnings to get out of bed this morning, and each time you told me you had plenty of time to get ready.”

Emma didn’t have an answer for that, not that she could have answered with the painful spanks he was laying across her bottom cheeks. Just like last night, the spanking went on far longer than Emma thought she could possible stand. Jack didn’t make her stand in the corner this time. He gathered her into his arms, and let her cry. Then he wiped the tears from her eyes, and laid her back on the bed and kissed her tenderly. Emma looked up into his eyes, and knew exactly what he had on his mind now.

“But, Jack?” she questioned. “I’ll never be ready in time now.”

Jack chuckled against her ear. “Change of plans, Baby. We are meeting them now for dinner instead of lunch.”

The End

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The first crack of Jack’s hand burned into Emma’s right cheek. She sucked in a breath, and gripped hold of Jack’s leg. The second smack seemed even harder. It landed again on her right cheek covering the same place as the first. She cried out in pain as the stinging slaps overlapped on her flesh.

“You will not put your life at risk, Emma,” he said. Emma couldn’t say a word before he smacked her left cheek twice the same way he had done to her right. He began to spank her very hard, twice to each cheek alternating back and forth. Her flesh burned and stung. It felt like he was branding her cheeks with his palm. The room echoed with the sounds of the cracking smacks and Emma’s yells and cries.

He slowed the spanking and finally stopped. Tears were dripping down Emma’s cheeks. She struggled to catch her breath. Emma heard a drawer open, and then smooth wood against her left cheek. “Please, Jack,” she couldn’t help begging him. He had told her he was going to use a hairbrush, but now being here, and her bottom burning so badly, she didn’t know if she could take it.

“Easy, Baby,” he reassured her. “This is what you need, Emma. Remember?” Emma finally broke down and cried hard. “Yes, Sir.”

“Give me your hand, Baby,” he said. He shifted her so she was nearly straddling his knees. He dipped her further forward, and Emma was sure she had never felt so exposed in her life. She whimpered, and waited for him to begin.

“If you had been in an accident, you could have been badly hurt or worse,” his voice was tight and strained. “I will not lose you, Emma.”

Emma could not have imagined in her fantasies how badly the hairbrush would hurt on her already aching, spanked cheeks. She tried to kick and struggle, but Jack held her firmly in place as he rained searing pain across her bottom. The paddling reduced her to a sobbing, very repentant woman. Her voice was hoarse from screaming, crying and pleading promises to be good.

“Please, Jack, please. I’ll never speed again,” Emma hiccupped and cried. Emma lost all sense of time, as Jack used the hairbrush to make his point painfully clear to her. Emma was sobbing so hard, she didn’t even realize the spanking had stopped, and Jack was talking to her.

Jack still held her in the awkward raised position, letting her continue to feel his control over her. As her crying slowed he told her, “When I let you up, Emma, you will go directly to the corner and stay there with your nose pressed into it until I call you. Do you understand?”

Emma made a few words, that sounded a bit like “Yes Sir” through her crying.

“You will not move your nose from that corner, nor will you rub your bottom, Baby, or you will be punished again.” Jack helped her to stand, and pointed to a corner in the room. He watched her red bottom wiggle as she struggled to walk to the corner with her panties still around her ankles. Jack smiled as he watched Emma do as she was told. Not once did she try to peek out of the corner or rub her cheeks. Emma may not know it yet, but he wasn’t losing her. He wasn’t letting her go either.

Emma thought she would be so embarrassed standing in a corner, but at this moment, all she could think about was being back in Jack’s arms and being forgiven. She had never considered how amazing it would feel when he finally called her out of the corner. Hearing him say, “Ok, baby, come here,” flooded her with warmth and a feeling of safety that she didn’t entirely understand.

Jack’s arms were open when Emma quickly made her way across the room. He lifted her into his lap, and held her close. “I’m so proud of you, Baby. You did so well.” Emma hugged him tight and cried quietly in his arms for a while. He rubbed her back, caressed her bottom, and spoke softly to her until she was finished crying. Then he lifted her into his arms and carried her upstairs.

Jack kissed Emma, a kiss that was both dominant and gentle. He looked into her sparkling brown eyes once more before he took her over his lap. Emma took in a breath not believing she was really over his knee facing the floor. She had played with other men before and been spanked, but this was entirely different. Jack was a man she cared about. She was probably in love with him, but couldn’t think about that right now. She going to be truly disciplined and punished for something she did that wasn’t good for her. Emma felt Jack raise her skirt. He put his hand on her bottom, circling each cheek with his palm.

“You have a perfect bottom, Emma. Absolutely perfect for spanking,” he said. He wasn’t teasing her. His voice was serious, and she couldn’t help realizing it was sexy too. She didn’t want to think about that while she was draped over his lap for the first time.

Jack interrupted her thoughts. “Why are you going to be spanked?” he asked.

“Because I got a speeding ticket, Sir,” Emma answered.

“20 miles over the speeding limit, Emma,” he growled.

Emma winced, “Yes, Sir.”

“You promised me you would drive carefully in that new car. Didn’t you, baby?”

Emma wanted to just nod. She didn’t want to talk anymore, but she answered him, “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention, Sir.”

Jack was rubbing and fondling her pantied bottom cheeks while he spoke. “This is about your safety. You are not going to risk your health and safety, Emma. Now lift up.” Jack nudged her to allow him to lower her panties. Emma felt like she was going to burst into tears at any moment. Jack had told her many times that he only spanks on a bare bottom. He doesn’t want to cause any harm to her, and he can only tell that by spanking her bare.

Emma was flooded with feelings of vulnerability and embarrassment. She knew Jack, but yet she didn’t. This was the first time she had ever been alone with him. Still, she trusted him. She’d trusted him for a long time now. “I’m sorry, Jack. I really am,” she pleaded.

“Put your head down, baby, and keep your hands out of the way. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered.