Page 20 of Thwack!

“I should warn you,” Sloane said, “that the longer it takes for you to settle down, the worse this is going to go for you. I would’ve given you maybe a dozen swats for being out past curfew and that would’ve been the end of it, but you’ve worked your way into a pretty long session now.”

“Fuck you,” Devon retorted. “You can’t do this to me. Let me up.”

Sloane just laughed. He wasn’t backing down. Not when he was about to get everything he’d been wanting. Besides, Devon’s thrashing was making what Sloane was pretty sure was Devon’s erection butt up against his thigh. Little dude was as horny for this as Sloane was. He both needed it and wanted it, just like Sloane.

“This is going to do you good, baby.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Sloane laughed again as Devon made one last desperate attempt to free himself before giving up. His body draped more gracefully now, making his ass an even more tempting target.

“There we go. Baby wore himself out and we can finally get started. Let’s just get these out of the way.”

“What the—?” Devon protested as Sloane hooked a hand through the waistband of Devon’s joggers and yanked them down.

“Nice panties,” Sloane said in appreciation of the electric blue briefs he’d unveiled. “But they’ve got to go too.”

“Sloane! You can’t just—!”

But it was too late. Sloane had yanked both joggers and briefs down around Devon’s knees.

“Let’s get this clear,” he told Devon. “I’m in charge. Which means I’m going to do whatever I want. Your choices are to cooperate or to pay the price for not cooperating. I’ve been patient so far, but my patience is about to run out so I’d advise you to keep still and take your punishment before I go in search of a paddle and this gets ten times worse.”

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.