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Any commercial use of this work is expressly forbidden without the written permission of the author. -------------------------------------------------------- Six Words (MF, rom, inc, reluc, spanking) by Marcia Hooper (marciar26@aol.com) *** To please her brother and to save herself a whole lot of misery, Jennifer Banks has only to speak six words. Will she do it? Only one way to find out. A quick and simple two page story. *** This is a work of fiction and is not meant to portray any person living or dead, nor any known situation. It is meant for adults only and is not to be read by person's under the age of 18, or the legal age in the county/state/country in which the reader resides. If you would like a Microsoft Word or WordPerfect version of this story (much easier to read), please contact me at MarciaR26@aol.com. To please her brother and to save herself a whole lot of misery, Jennifer Banks has only to speak six words. Will she do it? Only one way to find out. A quick and simple two page story. The Six Words by Marcia Hooper (MarciaR26@aol.com) Jennifer Banks wished she were in the bathroom with the door locked, in school enduring gym, sitting in the doctor's office waiting for a gynecological exam, anywhere other than over her brother's knee. She yowled in pain. "David! David, stop!" David's right hand came down with a resounding smack! making the flesh of her bottom compress and rebound, making Jennifer yowl again. "David, please!" David spanked her again. Bare-bottomed, her Guess jeans and panties down around her knees, Jennifer's rear end bore a profusion of white- rimmed handprints. They tattoed both cheeks equally and David spanked her left cheek again. "Owww!" Jennifer wailed. Tears poured down her cheeks and were sniffed back into her nose. She could not remember this much pain, not even at the hands of her father. "Owww!" she yowled again. "Let me up!" "What do you say?" David demanded. His hand covered her left cheek. "David, please!" David spanked her again. "Please!" "I want to hear it," David said. "Loud and without question. Say it or I'll strip you bare." Jennifer continued to howl. "Okay, that's it." He stood her up and placed Jennifer before him. "Take off you're panties and your jeans," he ordered. "No!" she pleaded, clutching the waist of her jeans. "I can't!" "Take them off now," David ordered, "or I'll carry you into the living room and spank you in front of the windows." It was eight-thirty p.m., dark outside, and Jennifer felt petrified he might do it. In fact, she knew he would. And at eighteen years old, Jennifer could not risk seen being spanked. Stoop-shoulder and miserable, she kicked off her shoes, then removed her panties and jeans. She wanted to hold her aching behind but kept her arms at her sides. Her rear end felt like a bee sting convention. David pointed at his lap. "David, please! Don't you remem--" "Now, Jennifer Lynne!" Sobs racking her chest, Jennifer did as instructed. "Say it," David said. Jennifer continued to weep, saying nothing. Immobilizing her wrists with his left hand, holding them at the small of her back, he spanked Jennifer half a dozen times. "Say it, Jenn, or it's a full dozen more." When she said nothing, a dozen more rained down on her behind. By now, tears cascaded onto the carpet below, and strings of mucus dangled from her nose. Her bottom was a battlefield of red and white and blue. And still she refused to speak. David stood her up. "The rest of it," he said, indicating her sweater, and presumably her brassiere beneath. Jennifer continued to weep and David stood and dragged her toward the bedroom door. "All right, all right!" She yelled, yanking away her hand. She ripped off her sweater. Then her brassiere. Her pink nipples pointed as though accusatory fingers; her breasts rose and fell with each breath. "Why don't you just say it?" David demanded. Jennifer shook her head. David smacked his thighs in exasperation. "You are the most hardheaded thing I have ever seen!" he exploded. Then he yelled, "Don't you move!" and charged from the room. Jennifer heard him pounding down the stairs to the basement. Knowing her punishment would be twice as bad if she moved--and loathing herself for her weakness--Jennifer remained where she was. When David returned, he brought a long wooden paddle with him, a souvenir of the days when their dad spanked them both. Jennifer's face tightened with fear. "Put your hands on top of your head," David ordered. Continuing to sob, Jennifer obeyed. "Say it!" David exclaimed. "And all this will stop!" Jennifer shook her head. "Fuck!" Flinging the paddle across the room, David yelled: "Put down your God dammed arms!" Jennifer lowered her arms. Retrieving an inside out tee-shirt from the flotsam on her floor--how could a girl live like this? he wondered, not realizing his sister's room was cleaner than most of her friend's--David told her to wipe her nose. She did as instructed, then handed the tee-shirt back. "You won't say it, will you?" Jennifer shook her head. "No matter what I do?" Jennifer shook her head again. David threw up his hands. Then, almost gently, he took her by the arms and guided her backwards to the bed. He sat her down. "Undo my jeans," he ordered. Jennifer looked up, her eyes full of fear. "Do, it," he said. "Now." Her voice was breathlessly low. "David, no!" David took her hands--she resisted only slightly--and placed her fingertips on the buckle of his belt, then to the button holding closed his jeans. He made her unzip them. "David, please," she whispered. "I can't." David spread the front of his jeans and lowered them to mid-thigh. Clearly visible beneath the tented underwear was his enormous erection. Weeping softly, Jennifer pulled the material aside and freed him. She was not made to take him orally. Instead, taking her by the shoulders, David gently guided Jennifer to the middle of the bed and lay her down. He placed one pillow beneath her head and another below her behind. He intertwined his arms with hers, gripping her shoulders as she gripped his. Her eyes were hugely round. Then she closed them. "Look at me," he ordered. She opened her eyes again. They flared as he entered her, and then he was moving into her and out, his huge penis delving deeper with each thrust, making her thoroughly ache. But he was surprisingly gentle. "Look at me," he told her again. Jennifer kept her eyes locked upon David's and, within a minute, they reached orgasm together. Fluid filled her vagina and climax filled her mind and Jennifer, uncaring about anything other than her brother, clutched at him madly. Burying her face into his neck, she cried his name over and over again, until it was over. Then she collapsed. After a time, when Jennifer's breathing had slowed and her heart rate returned to normal, she found David's ear with her lips. Eyes closed, and her mind concentrating on every syllable, every single letter, she whispered the six words David demanded to hear. The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 20