Annie whispered in my ear, "I've been a naughty girl. You should take me to my room and spank me good. I got it comin'."
She ran out of the room, but not before stopping long enough to flash her ass, one more time.
I had to go after her. I found her sitting on her bed, hanging her head and looking up at me with her pitiful, little girl look, that was just adorable. I wanted to kiss her and hold her tight, but my blood was still boiling.
"How dare you treat my little brother that way!" I declared.
"Oh lighten up. He loves it."
"You hush!" I said. I knew that she was right, and that ate me up. "And to do that sort of stuff in front of me. He was so embarrassed."
"I did all that just for you," she said, "He wasn't embarrassed, you were."
"I thought I told you to hush!" I said sternly. I had never spoken to Annie this way. I had never spoken to any one that way.
I could see that Annie was trying not to laugh. "I'm serious, Annie!" I said.
She gave me her pitiful little girl face again. I wanted to kiss her again, but I went on, "And why would you tell him that I want to see...him naked?"
"Because you do!" she said, "And you know it."
"Even if I did, that's no reason to say it in front of him!"
"I knew it!"
"That's enough!"
"Oh, you gonna spank me now?" she was mocking me.
"Yes I am," I said and plopped down beside her on the edge of the bed. Without my saying another word, she lay across my lap and bared her beautiful ass. I looked at the smooth, white, tender flesh and wanted to caress it. I wanted to fondle her ass-cheeks. I wanted to kiss her creamy thighs. I remembered the mocking tone of her voice and my anger returned.
Annie was much tougher than I was and she doubted that I could hurt her. When the role was reversed and I lay across her lap to receive her spankings, I always gave in quickly and begged for mercy, swearing I would never be naughty again. I knew it wouldn't be like that with Annie.
I was reminded of a time that she spanked me with her hairbrush, rather than her bare hand. We had been at a party together. Usually we would rescue one another from the advances of the guys at these parties, but that night I had met a pretty girl named Karen.
I had slipped away to a secluded little corner with Karen and she was about to kiss me. I can still remember how cute Karen was that night, her short, brunette hair and her brown eyes. She had freckles on her cheeks, a turned-up nose and the cutest little pouty lips. She had her hand on my butt and was pressing her breasts against mine, with those lips of hers, just inches from mine. I closed my eyes and moistened my own lips in anticipation. I had never kissed anyone other than Annie at that point. It was so exciting to be kissing somebody new.
Just then I felt Karen violently snatched away from me and Annie was suddenly in my face, "What the fuck do you think you're doin'?" she growled under her breath."What are you? Some kind of lesbian slut? I turn my back on you for a minute and you're off with this..." She aimed her glare at Karen who recoiled in fear. Karen's pretty brown eyes grew so wide in her fright that I wanted to cry for her.
Then Annie focused her rage on me once more. Annie's eyes cut to the core of me. I shared the fear that Annie had brought to poor little Karen. I was afraid that Annie might hit me, or throw me to the ground and really beat me up. Instead she took me by the hand and pulled me after her, muttering, under her breath, what were probably some of the most vile and contemptible things she might have ever uttered to me. I was glad that I couldn't understand what she said.
I looked back to see sweet little Karen, staring in wide-eyed, opened-mouth, disbelief. I tried to relay my apologies in some sort of expression, that, I'm sure either fell far short of my intentions, or was sadly misinterpreted.
My feelings for Karen were soon displaced by my own fear as Annie shoved me into her car. I sat silently in the passenger's seat as Annie drove me back to her house. It was an agonizingly silent drive. I was so scared and ashamed that I couldn't help but cry. I struggled to keep my sobs to myself, so as not to anger Annie any farther. Annie heard me choking back my sobs and barked, "Shut the fuck up!" I cried, silently, all the back to her house.
Annie dragged me into the house and up to her room. She glared at me with such disdain that I was not sure what to do. I followed the procedure that we had set in similar circumstances. I stripped to just my panties and fell to my knees. I knew I was about to be punished and I felt I deserved what aver Annie was about to mete out. I deserved it and I was some how looking forward to it.
I knelt there, waiting, anticipating her wrath, as she stalked about me, taking off her own clothes and lashing me with them. I was ashamed and embarrassed. How could I have done this to my Annie.
Finally Annie sat on the edge of her bed. She was stripped down to her panties. She was sweaty, hot and flushed. She had never looked so beautiful to me. I was wishing that the look on her face would soften and allow me to wrap my arms around her, but I had yet to be punished. It was then that she stood and strode to her dresser. She picked up her favorite hairbrush. It was huge, made of maple, with a long, slender handle. Annie had brushed my hair with it a hundred times, and I had brushed her hair with it just as many times.
She sat on the edge of her bed, and I knew that her expression meant that I should lay across her lap. She pulled my panties down, enough to expose the cheeks of my tender ass. She struck the right cheek of my soft little bum firmly and I gasped. The next blow found the delicate flesh of my left cheek, I grunted, but held my ground.
Annie continued to swat my soft little butt, alternating from left cheek to right until I reached that point where pain and pleasure collided, then my pussy began to gush. I'm sure that she enjoyed the feeling of my juices flowing down her legs as much as I enjoyed them running down my thighs. I hated it that I liked that feeling. I didn't want to love the pain she inflicted on me, but it was part of loving my Annie.
Once my juices began to flow, Annie spread my legs, slightly, and ran tip of the brushes handle across the lips of my tender, sopping twat. She found the center of my slit and slowly drove the handle home. She pushed every bit of it into me. I was soft and hot and wet. I welcomed every inch of it. She pulled it back and plunged it all the way into me again, and again. She fucked me with her bush, over and over, until she knew I was on the verge of orgasm and then she pulled it out.
I hung there in suspended animation, not sure what to expect next. She let me linger there for what seemed like an eternity, but was really only seconds. Then came the crashing blow of that glorious brush, on my tender little ass, once, twice, three more times. It was then that I started to cum. I had never experienced such an intense orgasm.
Annie pushed the brush deep into me and laid her hand on my ass as I convulsed in orgasm, my juices flowing down my thighs and all over her legs. She dragged me into her bed. I begged her forgiveness and pledged to her that I would for ever love only her. I would be forever faithful. I caressed and kissed and touched her until she was awash in orgasmic pleasure. I was, from that moment, her eternal slave, I wanted nothing more than to please my Annie.
Then, I found myself, back in the present moment, with Annie at my mercy. I wanted to punish her as harshly as she had punished me in the past. I gazed upon her beautiful ass. I wanted to gently caress the soft skin of her sweet little bum.
I resisted my urges to touch her tenderly and slapped her bare bottom, as hard as I could. She offered no response. I slapped her naked ass again, still no response. I swatted her again and again and again. She was determined not to make a sound, other than to draw a deep breath.
I delivered four or five more swats. My arm was getting tired. I gently rested my hand on her bum I felt it was hot and I could see it was red. Still not a sound from Annie.
I fought back a tear and said, "Have you learned your lesson, young lady?" I asked.
She let out a long low moan, and then sighed, "I guess so." It was then that I felt her juices on my leg. She got up off my lap and crawled onto the bed. She lay on her stomach and bared her ass, just as I had often done after she spanked me.
Annie would sometimes kiss each cheek of my butt, then my thighs or the small of my back and then we would end up making love, as I promised to be good.
I crawled up between Annie's legs and stared at her red butt cheeks. I was sure she was in some pain, my hand was still stinging. As I moved close to her gorgeous ass, my hair brushed the back of her thighs and I saw the goose-bumps rise. I slowly lowered my face to her bum, my hair fell across her legs and goose-bumps ran all over her, especially her tender red butt. I felt so bad for having hurt my Annie.
I softly kissed her left butt-cheek. I could feel the heat on my lips She sucked in several staccato breaths and exhaled a soft, "Oh." I kissed her right cheek and got the same reaction.
Each time I kissed her she drew a quick breaths and exhaled a soft moan. I kissed every inch of her sweet round butt. I kissed down the back of her left thigh and back up her right.
Annie raised herself up on her knees and spread her legs a little farther. I kissed the inside of each of her thighs. My lips were within an inch of her hot wet pussy. I could smell her musk. Her juices were flowing and my lips found them. I licked them from her thighs. I was as close to eating her out. I wanted to eat her pussy so much, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I loved the smell of it.
Annie was breathing harder and her juices were flowing even more. My juices were flowing as well. I wanted to make love to my Annie. Just then she whispered, "Eat me!" I wanted to eat her, but I paused. "Eat me, Leslie," she said. "Eat my pussy!" It was an order. I was no longer in charge, and that made me mad. I bit her bare, red, wet ass, hard.
She rolled over so fast that she almost kicked my face. She looked up at me in amazement. "Look who's gettin' feisty," she said. She rose to her knees and moved to within inches of my face. I was determined to hold my ground, but I was about to lose my nerve. "Damn! You beautiful little bitch, you're even prettier when you're mad at me." She ran her fingers through my tangled hair and then grabbed a handful of it and pulled me to her face. She kissed me forcefully and jammed her tongue into my mouth. We kissed with a passion that was almost violent.
