Spanking Brothers Novels & Stories

There is an intake from all of the she-wolves in the room, including the spa specialists, before Charlie stage whispers back, “I know. Maybe they’ll spank me.” And that is where our resolve ends. Everyone, all of the she-wolves, the spa specialists, Ryan, Brandon, and even Zak bust out in loud, raucous laughter. “Damn, Red,” Brandon says, wiping tears from his eyes. “If you wanted a spanking, all you had to do was ask.”

I lick my lips in preparation because I know what's going to make him say yes and I arch my back even more to look over my shoulder at him, "Brother, please. Turn my ass red." "That's more like it," he says with a deeper voice and he grips my ass hard before delivering another spanking, a little harder than before. I moan and grab a pillow to bite. I never thought I would enjoy that so much, "Say thank you, brother." "Thank you, brother," I repeat and I get rewarded with another spanking. Fuck, it feels so nice, my hips start humping the air.

"I can try." "And fail." He leaned closer, his breath warm against my temple, stirring the loose strands of hair there. "We're going to be family now. Step-siblings. Which means you and I will be spending a lot of time together whether you like it or not. I'll always be there." The word step-siblings sounded obscene coming from his mouth, dirty and wrong in every possible way. My stomach twisted into complicated knots. "That's exactly why this needs to end," I said, tugging my wrist against his hold. "Right now. Tonight. We forget everything that happened in that room. We move on like civilized adults."

“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.

"What did you just say?" "You heard me," Cora said. She was too angry to stop now. Too hurt to care about the damage she was causing. "You. Ryan. Caleb. You are not my real brothers. You are men I met a few months ago who happen to share my father. That is all." "Cora—"

The air was thick with the scent of battle, and yet, there they stood—the Atwood brothers, bruised, bloodied… but still standing tall. They were always like this, weren’t they? Always refusing to show weakness, always pretending they were fine even when they were falling apart. Xavier wiped a trail of blood from his lip, his gaze sharp as he spotted me. Nathan, covered in scratches and bruises, straightened his posture like he wasn’t just barely standing. Rolex’s shirt was torn, deep claw marks lining his arm, but he smirked like it was nothing. Sean’s knuckles were raw, his breathing heavy, but he still looked as cocky as ever.

So, that somehow gives me hope that he is not going to- He spanks my ass heavily. It is so unexpected and sharp, but as he spanks it, he squeezes the bundle of flesh and does it again and again until I’m shamelessly dripping wet with arousal. Then he tightens his fingers on my ass and jerks his hips forward savagely, forcing his cock deep inside me. I whimper and shudder at how rough and uncaring he is. He is so fucking pissed, and if I dare fight him, he might go to the worst length to make me understand that I’m not going to run from him again.

Honestly, she had enough of this woman’s bratty attitude and didn’t care if Kilian and Maximus were watching. “What!? I was just telling the truth. You got both of my brothers hooked on you. They have changed. You must have done something to them!” “You must be a two timing, two faced whore!” Harper yelled again and this time, Kilian was the one who became furious. He stepped in between Harper and Levana, stared at his younger sister with a dangerous gaze and said in a low tone. “What did you call her? A whore?” He asked, but it wasn’t really a question, it was a warning. Suddenly, the air in the room shifted, the room became significantly colder and the whole atmosphere became tense.

Some do it. “I was expecting leather, and biker chick, not a flabby dyke.” I watch my brothers turn as they hear it. Clearly, Ava and her friend haven’t. I shake my head at my brothers, we’re not getting involved. Sure I want to, but we can’t break a guy’s fingers for words. Okay, I could, it’s a lack of respect, but I won’t.

I can't wait to see Nana Jones with the bucket of water because Nana Jones is always true to her words. There are grunts and yawns from the siblings. Evans is the first to wake up, and when he's done rubbing his sleepy eyes, he's being greeted face to face with his younger brother's butt. He scrunches his face up in disgust and smacks Sam's butt. The impact makes Sam stirs and twists Max's legs and his feet shoves Max's head backwards.