I've always considered myself lucky. I have a father who loves me and a brother who adores me. My mother left when I was two. I don't really remember her and I don't care. My brother is four years older than me and he's always been my best friend. He taught me to ride a bike and swim and play tennis.
I should mention that we're rich and when you're rich you sometimes think the rules of polite society don't apply to you. This also happens if you're famous or exceptionally beautiful. That was my mother's problem; she was rich and famous and beautiful. She ran away to Rio with her Brazilian tennis instructor. But I don't want to talk about her. I want to tell you about my brother Nicky.
Nicky is 25; I'm 21 but our story begins earlier when I was 16 and I saw him spank his girlfriend Lela by our swimming pool. They were playing around and he pulled her over his lap and spanked her. She was squealing and laughing and her little bikini bottoms didn't provide much protection so after a few slaps the lower part of her bottom was all red and splotchy.
She got up and punched his arm and called him a jerk but she didn't seem too upset. I, on the other hand, was transformed. Something happened to me. I suddenly looked at my brother in a different way. He was so tall and handsome; a younger version of my father and where did those long muscles come from? And what was that bulge in his swim trunks?
To be honest, I was sixteen and I had kissed a few boys; I knew what it was. I searched the internet for every spanking site, I watched videos and read spanking stories every day. I was hooked.
Growing up I always loved to sleep in Nicky's bed. His body was so big and warm. I felt so safe. We were always affectionate but he was very proper and protective, almost paternal. To him I was a little princess and he would do anything for me. If he sat on the sofa I would sit next to him and he would put his arm around me and hold me and kiss my head.
When I wanted to learn to slow dance I made him dance with me. And when I was 16 and I asked him about french kissing he didn't want to show me. He was so cute and shy, he couldn't do it but I insisted. His tongue barely touched my lip.
"What was that?"
"What kind of kiss was that? Don't kiss me like I'm your sister, kiss me like I'm your girlfriend."
"But you are my sister."
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Come on Mel, you know you're pretty."
"Don't you want to kiss me?"
Before he could answer I kissed him; a real kiss that took his breath away. If the kiss surprised him the slap surprised him even more. Sometimes a slap is just what a man needs. I learned that from his girlfriend Lela who was very demanding.
"He likes to spank me sometimes, so I let him," she explained, "it turns him on; me too, so what's the harm?
Always remember Melanie, men are just big boys. They need constant affection. They have to be in charge. We have to do what they want but don't let them misbehave too much. Let them think they're in charge but we know better."
"Now kiss me properly," I scolded, "not like I'm some ugly duckling."
It was great. We really kissed. "Much better. I want a man just like you, Nicky, so you're going to have to help me learn how to behave properly with someone like you. How I should act; how to please you. I have to practice so I'll know."
My big brother looked so confused but attentive.
"Tell me about spankings. I know you spank Lela but not just when she's bad, right? Sometimes for fun, right?"
Before he could answer I kissed him again, even more passionately and he responded. I knew what to do with an erection so I rubbed it gently though his shorts.
"Someone's going to get a spanking, Nicky, either you're going to spank me or I'm going to spank you. You decide. Go get the hairbrush off the dresser in my bedroom. When you come back you can let me know."
There was no way I was going to let him decide. He might make the wrong decision. When he came back with the hairbrush I kissed him again and said, "I want you to show me how you spank Lela. Take me over your knee and spank me."
I'd dreamed about this moment so I knew exactly how it should go. I would be so embarrassed but I didn't feel embarrassed. He would take down my shorts and my panties. That would do it. I would be so embarrassed to be spanked on my bare bottom and yet I wouldn't have it any other way. He sat down and I unsnapped my shorts and pulled them down; my panties too. I stood there looking at him and he was looking at me, bare from the waist down. I felt the blush raising to my cheeks as I bent over his lap.
"First your hand," I ordered, "and then the hairbrush. Make me feel it."
Be careful what you wish for. Like every spanko I had spanked myself with the hairbrush while looking in the bathroom mirror but this was much different. Nicky knew how to make an impression on a naughty girl.
I took the hand spanking well, I thought but the hairbrush had me squirming on his lap and begging for mercy.
Apparently I had a much more tender behind than Lela. I promised to be a good girl and when he let me up I immediately went to stand in the corner to complete the naughty girl experience. I did feel embarrassed standing there but that's what I wanted. Was that all there was to it? I thought there would be more.
I consulted with Lela.
"What did you expect? He's your brother. He's not going to play with you. It was just a spanking. It's different with a boyfriend. With a boyfriend it's a test of wills. He wants to be in control. He has the big hard dick that you want. He's the master. And you, my dear, you're the sweet succulent beauty, the object of his desire. Make him earn it. Each kiss is a little surrender. Men are so easy to please."
I had a lot to learn.
"Nicky, come in here. We need to talk."
To be continued
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