Spank Me, I've Been SO Bad!

Sophia Locke was folding laundry when that damn bass rattled the walls again. Chloe had one volume setting—obnoxious. Not this time. Sophia stomped upstairs and flung open the door. There was Chloe, hopping around in a t-shirt and tiny panties like the room was a dance floor. Cute. Really cute. Music off, butt up. Sophia sat on the edge of the bed, hauled her stepdaughter over her knee, and landed the first crisp slap right across those bare cheeks. Chloe gasped, then giggled. Actually giggled. Sophia paused, hand hovering. “This is punishment, missy,” she warned, bringing it down again—harder, sharper. Chloe wiggled, pressing back into each smack like she was chasing the sting. Oh. Oh. Sophia’s palm started to tingle in a way that had nothing to do with discipline. Fine. If the girl liked it, why waste good energy? She peeled those panties lower, letting the cool air kiss pink skin, and resumed the steady rhythm—whack, rub, tease, repeat. Chloe moaned, rocking her hips with every swat. Sophia grinned, landing a couple of playful, taunting spanks low on the curve of each cheek, close enough that Chloe bucked and whined. “You like that?” she teased, rubbing the heat away with the flat of her palm before slapping down again. “Guess we’ll just have to see how many you can take before you learn your lesson…or beg for more.”