The huge iron gates closed behind him as Michael continued down the circular drive to the large two story colonial style estate. The satisfied feeling he had enjoyed upon completing his first day at the new job, was quickly turning to dread as the main house came into view.
The thought of his step-sister and his new bride spending an entire day together alone, made him shiver. His stepsister, a no-nonsense ex-schoolteacher and his wife a spoiled little rich girl who had probably never heard the word “No” in her entire life. But she was so beautiful, he had to admit to him- self that he found it hard to say no to her, too.
Yes, he thought, life should definitely be interesting from now on.
Pulling into a parking space near the front door, he could see that only the light in the front entrance hall was burning. It would appear that everyone had retired for the night, but that wouldn’t make sense, because Brianna would never sleep without a light unless he were with her. Then he remembered seeing a light shining into the garden at the rear of the house, probably from the study.
Getting out of the car, he could hear muffled cries against the stillness of the night. Must be coming from the study, he thought as he followed the path around the side of the house, what if the two had had an argument and his stepsister were in her study worrying about it?
But that fear was laid to rest as soon as he rounded the corner at the back of the house and gazed inside through the open garden door of the study. There in the middle of the room, sat his stepsister Lenore in a straight back chair with his Brianna draped over her lap like a little girl, giving her a spanking on her bare bottom with a wooden paddle.
Michael couldn’t believe his eyes, he carefully eased up as close as he could without running the risk of his stepsister spotting him. He could see that Brianna’s white panties had been pulled down to around her knees and her skirt had been pulled up over her back completely exposing her well-rounded backside.
The thought of how embarrassed his new bride must be, excited him. He almost felt guilty watching her squirm and cry. Then he heard her shout in desperation, “I’m telling Michael when he gets home!” Which earned her ten harder whacks with the paddle making her cry out even louder.
“Now, stand up,” he heard Lenore demand.
Brianna slowly got to her feet and stood in front of Lenore, facing her.
“Young lady,” Lenore began, “When your husband comes home, I want you to tell him about your paddling and you will be lucky if he doesn’t follow it up by giving you a taste of his belt.”
Michael could hear Brianna’s gasp even from where he stood.
“You have ten minutes of corner time, then you will be allowed to go upstairs, unless of course your husband comes home first,” Lenore told her pointing to a corner. Brianna leaned down to pull up her panties, but Lenore stopped her, “You will stand facing the corner with your panties down and you will hold your skirt up.”
Michael watched his wife walk slowly to the corner of the room, following Lenore’s orders. This was too good to be true, he could not remember when he had been so excited. The sight of his lovely spoiled wife standing in the corner, knowing that her face was as red as her freshly spanked butt had made him so hard that he knew he had to take care of it before he could let either one of the women see him. He quickly took his swollen member out of his pants and stroked it right there in the garden while watching his wife stand in the corner.
As soon as he felt some relieve, Michael straightened his clothes and hurried around the house, enter- ing through the front door. Lenore opened the door to the entrance hall from the study while he was still hanging up his cloth in the front closet.
“Michael would you mind stepping in here for a moment, please.” Lenore asked formerly.
Pretending to be puzzled, Michael walked into the study behind Lenore, “Is something wrong, sis? He asked innocently. Lenore nodded toward Brianna, still standing in the corner.
“Brianna?” Michael asked, sounding surprised. Brianna looked over her shoulder at him with her eyes full of tears but she made no attempt to go to him until she was given permission.
Michael sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the desk from where Lenore was now standing. “Come here, Brianna.” Michael said sternly. Brianna turned and slowly walked over to stand in front of him. “Yes, Michael?” she answered holding her eyes toward the floor. Her long blond curls cascading around her sweet face.
“Tell me what is going on.”
Brianna inhaled trying to hold the tears back, “Lenore spanked me for swearing at her,” she told him brushing away a tear, “Michael, she took down my panties and made me lie across her lap like a child! It was so humiliating.
“Turn around, Brianna. Let me see where you were spanked.” Michael said a bit softer. Brianna turned and stopped crying thinking for sure he would be mad at Lenore once he saw how red her bottom was. Instead, he pulled her down on his lap in a sitting position and held her there, “I want you to tell Lenore that you are sorry for acting like a spoil brat.”
Brianna couldn’t believe her ears! Her husband was taking his stepsister’s side. She just wanted to crawl into bed and pull the covers over her head. “I’m sorry, Lenore.” She said as sincerely as she could under the circumstances. Lenore acknowledged the apology with a nod of her head.
“I apologize also, sis. If it ever happens again, my wife will feel my belt across her bare behind.” Brianna’s blue eyes widened in horror. Michael pretended not to notice, “Now pull up your panties like a good girl, then go upstairs and wait for me.”
He watched his wife practically bolt from the room, then he went around the desk and gave his stepsister a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you, sis.”
It was Lenore’s turn to act innocent, “For what Michael?” she asked.
“For giving me a wife, instead of a brat.” He answered, starting for the door.
“And for letting you watch from the garden?” Lenore asked, a smile teasing at the corners of her mouth.
Michael’s mouth opened wide as he looked back at his stepsister, then he burst out in laughter, “I love you sis, goodnight.”
Upstairs, he found Brianna sitting at the end of their bed, still fully dressed. He knew she was expecting him to wimp out, now that they were alone. But he liked having the upper hand and he fully intended to keep it that way.
“Brianna, I’m going to take a quick shower and when I am finished, I expect to see you stripped down and bent over the side of the bed, do you understand?”
Jumping to her feet, her small hands curled into fist on her hips defiantly, “You can’t treat me like this, Michael,” she spat. “I’ll leave!”
Knowing if he backed down now, he would have to live with her acting like a brat or worse, forever. “Do what you have to do, Bri,” he said walking toward the bathroom. “It’s one way or the other. You decide.” Then he disappeared into the bathroom.
She stamped her foot as new tears stung her eyes, but she knew that she didn’t want to leave because she loved Michael. So she slowly began to undress, leaving her panties for last, which she removed very carefully, turning to look at her reddened cheeks in the mirror.
Michael turned off the water and stepped from the shower, resisting the urge to swing open the door and make sure that she hadn’t acted upon her threat. No, she was still here, he thought to himself, if she had left, she would have done so very loudly and dramatically.
Finally, when he opened the door between the bath and the bedroom, he saw his wife bent over the edge of the bed with nothing on as he had ordered. Her perfectly rounded upturned cheeks were losing some of their redness now, but they were still quite pink, causing his erection to swell to mammoth proportions. He cupped his swollen sacks in his hand and rubbed them knowing that soon they would empty into his luscious wife.
“Spread your legs, Brianna,” he ordered calmly as he stood behind her, “and hold your bottom higher.”
Brianna shrivered, thinking he was going to use the belt on her, but she did as he told her, parting her legs and pushing her cheeks higher into the air exposing the soft blond curls covering her sex.
“Good girl,” Michael told her as her plunged his manhood into her, causing her to moan loudly. “Michael, you’re hurting me,” she complained. Michael halted and leaned over her placing his mouth close to her ear and slipping his hands underneath her breast feeling her nipples respond im- mediately to his touch. “Would you rather that I pulled out of you and took you across my knee?” he asked.” Michael’s eyes widened as he felt her tighten around him squeezing his cock.
“No, please Michael I don’t want another spanking,” she told him as she began to work back and forth against him. Not able to hold back any longer, he exploded inside her with a force he had never known before.
Once he had recovered, Michael gathered his wife in his arms and put her between the sheets, slipping in next to her. To his surprise, she snuggled close to him, resting her head on his shoulder. She had always kissed him good-night and rolled to her side of the bed. But not tonight!
