In his grasp

The punishment

I grabbed the handle of the car and pulled it open, trying desperately to keep my tears from rolling down my face. What did I actually do? I put one foot out of the door and grabbed the handle of my bag. 

“Leave that!” He ordered. I stopped and looked at him with confusion. He can’t take my stuff as well! 

“Leave that, get out the car and come round here” he ordered once again. Okay now I was completely confused he wants me to get out but not leave. I let go of my bag and walked round to his side, closing my door behind me. He opened his window and looked up at me for a moment and then looked down at my trousers. 

“Unbutton them and pull them down a bit” he smirked as he said this. It haunted my mind as I asked him why. 

“Unbutton them...pull them down” I did as he asked as he had my stuff in the car and could drive off at any moment. Do you know how expensive school clothes are, not to mention how mad my mum would be if I had that to add to the mix. He opened his door and tapped his lap. I turned around to sit on him. 

“No, bend over on me” I looked around to see if anyone was about. I laid across his lap, my bum in his view. He placed his hand on my bum and stroked it, running his fingers up and around each cheek. 

“I thought I asked you to pull them down” he repeated but his tone was softer. He grabbed the top of my pants and pulled them down. I took a deep breath in as I felt vulnerable and completely helpless. 

“Your my little girl, my little sister. I have to make sure you behave!” He patronised as he rubbed my bare skin. 

“If you are bad then you will have to be punished” he gripped me tightly. 

“Do you understand?” He asked. I was silent from shock. He slapped my ass lightly and asked me again. 

“I said... do you understand?” 

“Yes” I said. He slapped it harder

“Yes sir” he grunted. 

“Yes sir” I yelped. He slapped me 5 times, each one with more force. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Was this normal? Is this how adults act? After he had finished hitting my bum he massaged it gently. My breathing was fast from the adrenaline that rushed through me. His hands were sliding closer and closer to my p***y. I didn’t want him to touch me. He had just hurt me, why would I want him to be s****l towards me? He lightly touched the entrance and I twitched with excitement. I wanted him to stop but, it also felt really good. He rubbed his thumb from the top to my entrance and slid it in slowly. I gasped and wriggled with pleasure. A moan escaped my lips as he took it out. 

“Mmmm, baby girl, your very tight”. I shut my eyes as he entered again groaning at the feel of me. He took it out. 

“Stand up” he said abruptly. “What? But...” he slapped me again and I yelped. He slapped me three more times. 

“Do as I say” he said aggressively. I stood up with everything bare. He tapped the seat next to him and said 

“Come” I pulled my trousers up and walked back round to the passenger seat. I sat down and closed the door. I looked at him and grabbed my hand. He inspected it. “Hmmm”. 

He pulled his tracksuit bottoms down which revealed his boxers. Flashbacks of the hotel room came back of when I saw him naked.

“Pull it out” he smirked at me. I looked at him wide eyed. 

“It’s okay babe, you can do it, I don’t mind” he made me feel like he was doing me a favour and when he called me babe it comforted me. I didn’t want to be spanked again so I pulled it out. He smiled at me and said “be a good girl now, make your big brother feel good” I looked down at it and felt nervous. 

“What if I do it wrong?” I said nervously. He laughed and took a piece of hair and put it behind my ear. 

“Oh baby girl, it’s easy, just hold it and move your hand up and down with a little bit of grip, I’ll tell you if you need to do anything different”. His words were comforting but yet, I felt dirty. I hesitated and then started to move my hand to the tip and back down again. He let out a deep breath. I looked up at him for an indication as to whether I was doing it right. He seemed to be enjoying it from how his head that was tilted back and his eyes gently shut. 

“Faster baby” he planted, I upped the pace. Before long he was shaking and I stopped. He snapped his head toward me. 

“Was I hurting you?” I asked him. “No baby, I was close, carry on”. I continued with the same motion and after a little while he let out a moan and white liquid started to spray out. He panted as he got his breath back and I sat back in my seat. This felt wrong. Is that really what adults do together? Like all the time? I don’t understand, what is so good about it? He grabbed a clean cloth from his door and wiped himself before pulling up his tracksuit. He lit a cigarette and turned his lights on. As we pulled off he turned and looked at me. 

“Now babe, are you going to misbehave again?” I shook my head vigorously. He smiled and dropped me home.