Spank ME Instead!

Nikole Nash and her stepsister Aften Opal sit in the living room, sick with dread. They broke their stepmom's vase—now they just wait for the fallout. Aften's eyes drift somewhere else entirely. Hungry. Nikole catches it and frowns. Something feels off, but the moment Aften says it out loud—maybe getting punished wouldn't be the worst thing—Katie bursts in. She's furious, zeroing in on the shattered glass, demanding to know which of them did it. Aften claims the blame without blinking. Nikole's mouth falls open. Katie snaps her finger, ordering Nikole out. Aften just gives her a calm, almost willing nod, like she's ready for what comes next. Nikole drags herself away, shoulders heavy. Guilt eats at her, so she doubles back to confess, but she freezes when she hears Aften's low, pleasure-soaked whimpers. Peeking through the crack in the door, she sees Aften bent over Katie's knees, pants down, ass pink and flinching under firm smacks. Katie's scolding; Aften's moaning, soaking it in. Nikole starts to slip away, but something pulls her back. Heat, sharp and electric, climbs through her chest. She watches her stepsister take every slap and knows—Aften broke that vase on purpose. She wanted this. Wanted the sting, the control, the attention. Heat floods Nikole. If Aften's going to play the hero, then fine—Nikole's stepping up too. She'll take the blame, bare her ass, and beg for her own round on Katie's lap.