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.
