Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories

by Sierra Cartwright

  “What did she do this time?” I asked, meeting Lisa’s glare as I did.

  “She got picked up on a bust. Pot, nothing major, but it’s her third time.” He gave her a chastising look, at which Lisa rolled her eyes.

  “Christ, Lees.” I shook my head. “Where the hell is your head?”

  “Screw you, Jace. What are you, my dad?”

  The palm of my hand itched to smack her ass as our eyes locked in battle.

  “I got to her before they could make the arrest,” Mack said.

  Translation: I did you another favor.

  “But this could cost me, man.”

  I expect a favor back.

  I only stood there staring at him like I didn’t follow. It always made him fucking nervous.

  “If I got caught, I mean,” he stammered, exactly like he used to in high school.

  I patted his arm. I could give him that. “You shouldn’t have done it, Mack. Maybe it would have taught her a lesson to be booked along with her criminal friends.” That last part was directed at my stepsister.

  “It was pot. I’m not some fucking criminal!”

  We both ignored her and Mack shrugged his shoulder. “Thought it might cause some trouble for your dad,” he said, oh so kindly.

  I didn’t have to say a word because Lisa shoved at him with her elbow then. He turned to her, the crush he’d had on her since high school still apparent in the way he looked at her now. Lisa, however, ungrateful spoiled brat she was, just gave him her signature “when hell freezes over” look.

  “I’ll get her out of the cuffs,” Mack said.

  “Good idea.” As much as I thought Lisa needed to learn the lesson a public arrest could teach, I also knew how bad that would be for my dad. He was up for re-election this term, and vultures waited around every corner for a story like this one to break him. The damage to him would not be worth the lesson she might not even learn.

  But then another idea did shine its light on me, one I’d jacked off to often in the last couple of years.

  Mack un-cuffed Lisa and handed her over. I took her by the arm. “Say thank you to Mack for his kindness, Lisa.”

  “What do you think you’re doing?” Lisa asked, looking from my face to where I held her arm, and back.

  “I’m trying to make a decent human being out of you. Now, say thank you so we can let Mack get back to work. He has an important job.”

  Her eyebrows went up and I almost busted a gut laughing with her right there. But it had been a long time since Lisa and I had shared a smile, much less a full out laugh. Instead, she turned an expressionless face to Mack and smiled the most bogus smile she could. “Thank you, officer,” she said, her voice sickly sweet.

  I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “I’ll take it from here, Mack.”

  “Have a good night.”

  “You know, I think I will. Thanks.” I dragged step-sis inside and closed the door.

  “Okay, big brother, you can let go of me now,” she mocked.

  I was pretty sure if you looked up spoiled brat in the urban dictionary, you’d find Lisa’s picture right beside the definition. You’d also find it alongside words like selfish, callous, and cold. And she’d been so sweet when I’d first met her. I guess a lot could change in five years. Well, it was high time she learned that lesson. Hell, it was beyond overdue.

  “Sure thing, sis.”

  She huffed, her eyes on mine, searching for something. The last few times she’d been picked up, I’d given her a talking-to, then, after much begging on her end, agreed not to tell her mother or my father. But, clearly, I’d been going about this the wrong way because it’s not like it worked. Not like she’d never done it again. And now she stood there, staring at me, looking a little confused for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and walking toward the staircase.

  “I’ll let Mom and Dad know about this little incident when they get home. Let them handle this. I’m sure it’s what they want to deal with after a night on the town. Guessing car privileges are first to go, right? Wasn’t that what it was? Oh, but wait, with the pot....” I made a face as if thinking hard, but in reality, this was too damn easy. “I think that may impact allowance.”

  For a moment, albeit the briefest of moments, she looked almost innocent. Or scared. Probably the latter. I’d known Lisa for five years now. She’d been fifteen when my dad and her mom had introduced us, saying they were getting married. I’d been three years older and had a clue what was going on. My dad had been open about dating, and he and my mom had been divorced for years. Lisa, on the other hand, hadn’t had a single clue. Her mom had apparently told her a few minutes before introducing her to me and my dad, and I still remember the look on her face, how white she’d gone, how quiet. I remembered talking to her that night, and every night over the next few months. We’d gotten pretty close, but then, something had changed and that Lisa had disappeared, to be replaced by this one, this cold, calculating bitch who now stood glaring.

  She came back toward me, stumbling once on her way. Her gaze scanned me from head to toe. “What do you want, Jace?”

  “What do you mean?” I asked in my sweetest voice.

  “You always want something.”

  Well, that was true. But I was only human, and, in this case, what I wanted was for her as much as for me. Okay, maybe at the start, and perhaps during the execution of the plan forming in my head, it could be perceived as being more for me than for her, but ultimately, she’d reap the benefits, too. Although it would probably take her a while to see it that way.

  “What is it, money?”

  I gestured around me. This was my dad’s house. The money she was offering me came from him. I shook my head. “I’ve got more money than I know what to do with.”

  “Then, what? What do you want to keep this little incident between us?”

  “Like the last two times I kept your secret, you mean?”

  She folded her arms across her chest and continued to glare then nodded once. It was a jolty, short sort of nod. I had her, and she knew it. It made my smile widen.

  “You know what I want?” I walked toward her and put my hands on her shoulders, squeezing. Oh, but how my palm itched to bend her over, bare that spoiled little ass and spank it, taking her down a notch. But it wasn’t time for that. Not yet. “Believe it or not, I want you to be a better person, Lisa. We are family, now, after all. And, quite frankly, your acting this way is hurting our family, but, most especially, it’s hurting you.” It was all true. I did want her to be better, to get over whatever was going on in her head or talk to me about it like she used to, and just be herself again. Be the girl she’d been when I’d first met her, not this person whom I didn’t like very much. But she’d cut me off a couple of years ago, and I had no idea of the reason for it. Well, okay, I may have had some idea. There had been one night when we’d been talking. She’d always come to my room and we’d lie in my bed and talk. Those nights were nice. I liked being with her. But then she’d kissed me.

  It wasn’t like I hadn’t wanted the kiss, but I was three years older than her, technically an adult. She’d been fifteen, jailbait. And—and this was the biggest and—she was my stepsister. Yes, there had been a growing attraction between us, but I was sure I could keep it cool. And I had. But my rejecting her had effectively ended any friendly relations between us. I’d tried to talk to her about it, to explain that it wasn’t her I was rejecting, but she wouldn’t talk to me, not any more than she had to. In a way, I guess I was the reason for her being like she was, at least partially, and that made me feel even more responsible to help fix it. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit more sordid, and much more interesting, thoughts crept up right alongside that responsibility.

  “What do you want then?”

  “I want you to accept a punishment from me.”

  From her expression, that took her back. “A punishment? What does that mean?”

  “You’re not getting off scot-free. That’s done nothi
ng for your attitude but worsen it. I think what you need, Lisa, is some good old-fashioned discipline. Sadly, your mother doesn’t provide it, and my father wouldn’t discipline you, not at this age. Me, though? That’s another story.” I held up my right hand and she looked at it, her expression wary. “In fact, my hand’s been itching to spank that ass of yours for some time now.”

  At first, she stared, mouth hanging open, flabbergasted. It took her a minute. She flipped her long dark hair back, snorted, opened her mouth to speak some smartass comeback, I imagined, but I didn’t give her the chance.

  “One weekend. You submit to me and I’ll shut up about this little incident.”

  “One weekend? A whole weekend?”

  I nodded.

  She shook her head, then, as if having now heard what I’d said earlier, asked: “You want to spank me?”

  “For starters.”

  “What the hell does that mean?”

  “Guess you’ll have to accept my terms to find out.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “No, fuck you.” As emotional as she was, I was the opposite. I was in control, calm, collected. At least, on the outside. Inside, I was doing a victory dance. It was kind of asshole-ish of me, I supposed, but there it was.

  It took her a minute, again, which was funny considering Lisa’s tongue cut like a warrior’s sword on most occasions. Strange to see her without a retort. “You want to spank me?” she asked again.

  “I think we’ve established that.”

  “Fine, here.” She turned to the side and stuck her ass out at me. “Get your rocks off, perv.”

  I laughed. “Oh no, it’ll be done on my terms. One weekend buys my silence. Complete submission to my every word, and I promise you’ll come out of it a better, more humbled, more likeable person.”

  We both heard the car pull up the drive. Our parents were home.

  I grinned.

  She panicked.

  “Jace, you’re being ridiculous.”

  I shrugged my shoulders, picked up the beer I’d set down, and headed back in the direction of the living room to watch my show. “It’s up to you of course. I wouldn’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

  My stepmom giggled outside.

  “Wait.”

  I turned back to her, eyebrows raised.

  “One weekend?”

  “That’s what I said.”

  “Which weekend?”

  “This one. No sense in putting it off.”

  “But tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day!”

  “And you have plans?” She’d broken up with her latest in a string of guys not two days ago.

  She shook her head no, but, if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under.

  “Glad that’s settled.”

  “So that’s it. You’ll shut up. I only have to do what you say?”

  “Yep.”

  The key turned in the lock and I waited, knowing her answer already. It was in her eyes, and it took all I had not to smile from ear to ear.

  The door opened and our parents stepped inside.

  “Fine. I’ll do it. But you’d better keep your promise.” She turned her face to her mom and forced herself to smile wide. Too wide. It looked awkward.

  “Well, hello you two.” Lisa’s mom said, obviously surprised to see us standing here at a little after one in the morning, talking. We didn’t do that very much these days.

  “Hey, Mom. How was your night?”

  Lisa’s mom leaned her head against my dad’s shoulder. “Great. Really great.”

  Lisa rolled her eyes and I kind of had to agree with her on that one. I mean, I was glad they’d found each other, but the gushing? It had to stop.

  “Everything okay here?” my dad asked, always quick on the uptake.

  “Sure is, Dad. Lisa and I were talking about spending the weekend at the beach house talking through some stuff,” I said, stepping close to Lisa and wrapping my arm around her shoulders to give her a hard hug that almost lifted her off her feet. “Isn’t that right, sis.”

  “Sure is.” She tried to back away, and I knew why. She stank of pot. It was in her hair and clung to her clothes. Mom and Dad would smell it on her.

  “We’ll leave around 8:00 a.m. Get there nice and early. What do you say?”

  “Sounds good, but I’d better get to bed then,” she said, looking at her wrist as if checking the time even though she wore no watch. I almost laughed. This was going to be a fun weekend for me.

  “Glad to hear it, guys.” Our parents walked toward the kitchen, and I smiled at Lisa.

  “You don’t need to pack. I’ll take care of everything,” I told her.

  She swallowed, looking up at me. At five foot five she came to about the middle of my chest and I made no motion to step away. I liked her a little nervous. It was a good start to things.

  “Eight a.m. sharp, Lees. See you then,” I said, slapping her ass hard once, laughing at the look on her face when she grabbed the spot. There was more where that came from. She’d find that out soon enough.

  Drinking my beer, I made my way back to the living room, resuming my spot on the couch, feeling good. Real good.

  Chapter Two

  Jace

  I kept conversation casual on the ride to the beach house. I wanted her on edge, and, from the look in Lisa’s eyes and the unnatural quiet from her side of things, it was working. Once we arrived at the house, which was set on a quiet cul-de-sac with backyard access to the beach, I parked the car and we climbed out. It was a gorgeous day, the sky blue, the smell of the ocean heavy in the air.

  Lisa had attempted to bring a duffel bag full of clothes with her, but I hadn’t allowed it. This weekend, I was in charge. Of everything. And I had packed all that I needed and then some. The thought of it all made me smile.

  “Let’s go in, Lisa.” With a hand at her back, I led her toward the front door. For a minute, it was like walking a condemned man to the electric chair. “Relax, you’ll be fine.”

  “Easy for you to say. I wasn’t even allowed to bring a bikini!”

  “You won’t be doing much lounging, so I didn’t see the point. I have everything you need right here. And, remember, this weekend is all about submission. Yours.”

  “I don’t really know what you mean.”

  I shrugged a shoulder and dug the house key from inside my pocket. “You’re a smart girl, Lees. At least, you used to be. You’ll figure it out.” I pushed the door open. “After you.”

  She hesitated at the threshold. I merely raised an eyebrow and she took the step into the house. I shut the door behind us and dropped the duffel bag, anxious to begin.

  “I have some friends coming for dinner tonight.”

  “Who?”

  “You’ll see later. I was hoping you’d make your chocolate cake for dessert.”

  “You want me to bake for you?” she asked, her expression dubious.

  I nodded. “It’s one of the things I want you to do.”

  “Fine.” She turned to head toward the kitchen, but I grabbed her arm.

  “Uh-uh. Not so fast. Living room first.”

  She hesitated but went into the living room and sat down on the sofa. I dug out her first outfit and followed her in.

  “What’s in the bag?”

  “Your apron.”

  “Um, okay. I think there’s an apron in the kitchen.”

  “I wanted something special. Up.”

  She stood and I took the seat she vacated.

  “Oh, I want that icing, too, the dark chocolate one. And raspberry jam between the layers.”

  She made a face. She hated that I put jam on cake. What could I say? I liked jam.

  “Fine. Give me the apron so I can get to work.”

  “First things first. Stand here,” I said, pointing to a spot a few feet directly in front of me.

  She rolled her eyes, again, and stood where I’d said then looked at me with a what now, dickhead expression on her face

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p; “Strip.”

  “What?” Shock. That was what I was going for.

  “You heard me. Strip.”

  “You’re kidding.”

  “Not really.” I leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, readying myself to enjoy the show.

  “Come on, Jace.”

  “You’ll call me Sir while we’re here this weekend.”

  Her eyes grew wider, and I swore her nipples hardened beneath the white T-shirt she wore. The latter came as a surprise.

  “Lisa?”

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “Oh, I am.”

  “You didn’t say anything about this!”

  “I said whatever I deemed necessary. And I deem this necessary.” Up until that moment, I spoke casually, enjoying the exchange, her resistance. But, now, it was time to take charge and show her I meant business. “Now, get naked,” I said, my tone low, my gaze stern, as I settled deeper into my seat, my cock already beginning to stir in anticipation.

  “Fine. You want to see me naked? Jerk. Then just fine.” She pulled her T-shirt over her head, the glare in her eyes telling of her anger. “I don’t know what you think it will accomplish—”

  I stopped smiling and cut her off. “For one thing, it will help to humble you. Now, stop with the back talk and get naked. You agreed to this, remember that.”

  “I hate you.” She pushed her jeans off, sliding her sandals off as she did, then undid her bra. I watched while she cupped each breast, covering herself for one moment longer, her neck and face turning a pretty pink, her eyes wider now, the badass attitude from moments ago vanishing as she stood before me, readying to bare herself to my gaze.

  I cleared my throat and she finally had to let go of her bra and allow her full, heavy breasts free.

  I swallowed. Christ. They were fucking perfect. More than a handful but pert, big dark nipples hard. My cock stiffened as I scanned her almost naked body, her petite shoulders, narrow waist, the swell of full but not heavy hips. When I met her gaze, it was one of a different Lisa. A Lisa who was quiet and uncertain. A Lisa you wanted to wrap your arms around and protect. This was good, but it wasn’t enough. I nudged at her to get rid of her panties.

  “Naked means no clothes, Lisa. Finish it.”