About Time #2
A choked whimper emerged from Devon’s throat, but that was all.
He lay passive for the moment, only his chest moving as he sucked in deep gulps of air.
Sloane took a deep breath himself. Man, that ass was a work of art.
So fucking high and tight. His fantasies hadn’t done it justice.
And it was pretty in pink, but it was going to look even better red.
“This is going to hurt,” he told Devon, “but I want you to know I’m doing it because I care about you. Remember that, okay?”
Devon sniffed like he was about to cry without even being touched. He was accustomed to softness, to forgiveness, and Sloane would give him that, but only after.
With a giddy thrill of anticipation, he brought his hand down on Devon’s naked butt.
It bounced off with a satisfying thwack.
The sound of Devon’s pained squeak, the sight of a handprint briefly painted in red across a pale canvas, the jiggle of Devon’s firm ass bouncing back—it was everything he’d hoped for.
He followed the first slap with another, then another, his hand tingling with every smack.
Devon’s squeaks turned to squeals, then screams, as his ass grew uniformly rosy.
Sloane brought his hand down over and over as hard as he could, making Devon’s torso bounce in response and giving himself a jiggling thrill with every reverberation.
Devon’s screams turned to sobs, and then he was pleading, saying Sloane’s name like it was a prayer. Sloane paused to stroke the reddened orbs of flesh consolingly. The heat coming off Devon’s flesh was incredible. He could feel the pain radiating from it.
“Shh,” he said as he caressed his stepbrother’s ass. “You can take this. I know you can. And you’re going to feel so much better for it.”
“I don’t want to,” Devon said between hiccupping sobs.
“Yes, you do. I know you do. I can feel it.”
He could too—both in the lax acceptance of Devon’s body and in the hardness of the cock digging a hole in his thigh. Devon’s tears were a release that was long overdue, but there hadn’t been enough of them yet.
“Okay, baby. Break’s over.” He patted Devon’s butt lightly in warning. “Let’s finish this up.”
Given how red Devon’s ass cheeks already were, he decided to shift focus to the tops of Devon’s thighs, which sparked a fresh burst of cursing and crying from the little brat. That was some tender flesh there.
Sloane loved the feel of coming up under an ass cheek, getting into the crease and copping a feel of the taut roundness while he was there.
What a fine ass Devon had. One to be proud of, for sure.
Sloane gave it due admiration as he spanked it thoroughly, leaving no inch unmarked until his hand was as red as Devon’s ass and burned with a similar fire.
The pain was worth it though. Devon lay completely lax over his lap without any fight left in him.
His face was a wet mess, and Sloane wanted a picture of that ass to keep forever.
With a fond sigh, he gave it a final pat.
Then he stood Devon up on his feet. Devon’s t-shirt was long enough to cover his cock, but the fabric poked out in an obvious way.
Sloane tried to pretend he hadn’t noticed even as he yearned to raise the hem and get an eyeful of what had been batting at him.
His own cock was hard as steel and desperate to be released from his jeans, but this wasn’t over yet.
“Go stand in the corner,” he told Devon.
Devon sniffled, blinking at him without moving.
“Over there. Put your nose in the corner and present your bare ass to the room. You’re going to stand there until you’re properly sorry.”
“I’m sorry now,” Devon said, but there was enough whine in his tone that Sloane wasn’t buying it. He gave Devon a push in the right direction and Devon stumbled that way, pants sagging around his ankles as he shuffle-walked.
Devon glanced back at him, so he made a turnaround motion with his finger until Devon got faced into the corner the way Sloane wanted.
And man, that ass. It was killing him. He slid a hand into his jeans and stroked himself as he admired it.
Devon was crying, softly but audibly, and it was absolutely driving him wild.
He’d intended to make Devon stand there a good ten minutes, but he couldn’t wait.
He needed to come, which meant either letting Devon go to bed or…
He walked over to the corner and leaned into Devon’s back.
“Devon?”
Sniffle.
“Do you have anything you want to tell me?”
Devon nodded, but it took him a moment to pull it together enough to talk. Sloane crowded him deeper into the corner, trying to transmit a sense of warmth and forgiveness and love.
“I’m sorry I came home late.”
“Good boy. What else?”
“I’m sorry I talked back to you.”
“Yeah.” Sloane dropped a kiss on top of his head. “Anything else?”
Silence for a moment then, “Thank you.”
“Thank you for what?”
“For caring about me enough to correct me.”
Sloane’s heart was as full as his cock. They both came close to bursting. He loved this little dude, sass and all. “Devon, baby?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you want me to show you how much I care about you? Do you want me to fuck you?”
Devon leaned his head into his arms and nodded. Tears ran down his cheeks as Sloane groped for his wallet and the lube and condom he kept there. He prepped Devon gently, one hand pressing him into the corner as he got Devon nice and slippery.
“I love you, baby,” he said as he guided his sheathed cock into Devon’s ass. “I spanked you because I love you, and I’m fucking you because I love you, and I’ll always take care of you because I love you.”
Devon cried harder, gasping into his arms as Sloane reamed him, going as hard with his cock as he had with his hand.
Devon’s ass felt even better than it looked—red hot and virginal tight—and Sloane was ready to come within moments.
He threw a hand around Devon’s waist and grabbed for his cock, which was leaking up a storm.
He stroked Devon to a violently loud orgasm then came himself, unloading with his balls tight against Devon’s twitching ass.
When Devon stopped shuddering, Sloane withdrew and did up his pants. He helped Devon step out of his, then lifted him and carried him down the hall.
“This is your bed,” Devon pointed out when Sloane deposited him gently under the covers.
“Our bed. I meant what I said out there, Devon. I’m going to spank you and fuck you and take care of you. Because I love you.”
Devon rolled toward him with a sleepy smile. He’d never looked more angelic. He whispered thank you and something that might have been I love you too before falling asleep like the baby he was. The most beautiful, perfect baby who’d just needed to get his hide tanned.
~~The End~~
If you enjoyed the brotherly love aspect of this story, you might like Baby of the Family, which features two brothers getting down and dirty with spanking and more.
Or if you want to go deep into step-family spankings, try Not My Kid, in which a stepfather (or is he?) learns that there’s only one way to handle his stepson
Due to the taboo nature of the relationships described in these books, they’re only available from Smashwords (the links go to my website)