Spank Me, I've Been SO Bad!

Sophia Locke was folding laundry when that bass hit her like a hammer again. Chloe’s music. Third time today. Sophia stormed down the hall, whipped the door open, and froze. Her stepdaughter was grinding to the beat in a tiny t-shirt and nothing else, panties flashing every time she spun. Enough. “Music off. Now.” Chloe smirked, killed the track. Sophia grabbed her wrist, dropped onto the bed, and yanked the girl over her lap. The first slap cracked sharp. Chloe yelped, then laughed low, hips twitching. Sophia froze, palm tingling. “You’re supposed to hate this,” she hissed, but Chloe pushed back into the next smack, breathing harder. Heat licked up Sophia’s thighs. The punishment was sliding sideways fast. Another smack. Chloe moaned, soaked cotton pressing against Sophia’s jeans. Sophia’s hand lingered, rubbed the sting away, slipped lower. She felt the wet patch and swore under her breath. “Bad girl,” Sophia growled, voice thick. “Guess we keep going till you learn.” She spanked again, harder, faster, fingers grazing between Chloe’s legs with every strike, turning discipline into something filthy they both wanted. Chloe arched, begged with her body, and Sophia smiled dark and dangerous—her stepdaughter liked the sting, so they’d see just how much she could take.