Spanked By Brother Novels & Stories

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

“You're my slut, and you'll cum, Babygirl, but when I want you to. Not before.” SMACK! SMACK! “Four! Thank you, Sir! Five! Thank you, Sir!” Babygirl’s voice wavered. She was clearly in tears. Ethan thought it sounded like her heart would break. For a moment, he considered bounding into the bedroom, on a rescue mission. “You ok, Babygirl? You handled your spanking very well, little one.” Ethan had never heard his brother speak in such a sexual and indulgent tone before. He realized whatever was going on was consensual and that he should walk away.

I had spent two weeks sitting in his apartment without for once connecting him to the Vales because he existed only in a separate world. It all made sense at once. Why every word from him was measured. Why he noticed tiny betrayals but hated apologies. Aaron carried himself as someone who had lived his whole life attempting to prove to someone that he belonged somewhere. The coldness. The seriousness and the house that looked like no one lived in it. I picked up my phone and typed. My boss is Dorian’s brother, and sent it to Shawna. She replied immediately. “What. How? You need to quit the job right now.”

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

He wipes a tear with his finger and I roll my eyes. Drama king. "I know most of you think I hate my brother," he continues , "but I don't. Infact, my fight with him at my engagement party was because of her." I frown. Where is this headed? He stares into the camera, "Sara Jane is a manipulative liar and schemer and today I come out to free myself from her treacherous web and also pull the wool from my brother's eyes. Today," He pauses. "I come out to say that she," his eyes bores into the camera, peering at me like he was there with me in the room.

Perfect we sprawled across the desks like we owned the place brandon immediately launched into a dramatic retelling of his own chaotic night. “You guys have no idea,” he said, mouth full of chips. “My older brother made me kneel on rice for two whole hours just because I got stupidly drunk, two hours! My knees are still bruised.” Kylie burst out laughing. “Kneel on rice? That’s brutal!” “Yeah, well, thank God Jayden called him,” Brandon continued. “Who knows what might’ve happened if he hadn’t tracked us down? I probably would’ve ended up in real trouble.”

Jo: Are you freaking serious? Big Bro: Yes. And I'll do the same if Conrad hurts you. I'll cut his small penis. Jo: But~~~ Big Bro: But~~what?! Jo: He didn't have a small penis. Big Bro: You liar! I thought you hadn't done it! Jo: We haven't~~ She giggled and shook her head. The same old Harvey. Chatty as always. Big Bro: I'm going to spank you, little girl. Laters~~

“Oh, really? So, how did your father take it?” “He was angry; he locked Big Brother up for days. It was all my fault.” “It isn’t your fault, my Lady. I guess your father didn’t want you to know. Your brother shouldn’t have disobeyed the master; there are consequences for such actions.” “I feel bad,” She said, “But you should have seen my brother, he looked power…ful.” She opened her arm in the air, stressing the word. “I want to be able to do that.” She added. “Do you think I can?”

I was never spanked before, well not in a punishment manner, I was worried about how much that would hurt. Mommy took my hand and buckled me in shushing my whining, I was on thin ice, but watch how much I don't care, it's my first playdate with my brother, I should've get a pass.

The night I met Ricardo for the first time. ~ I rang the doorbell one more time and the door opened. My sister was standing there with a big smile on her face. “You sure took your time. I hope you had fun, and oh, stop forgetting your keys at home. You'll lock yourself out again.” “You know it's stress, Evangeline.” I pulled my coat tighter, my focus was no longer on the trophy. “Yeah, stress since you were like ten” she rolled her eyes and leaned on the doorframe.