Someone's In BIG Trouble!

London waves Laney into the bedroom. "Get in here. Found something I never want in this house." The magazine lies open on the bed, spread to a page of two women bent over a car hood. London taps the photo with her nail. "Your stepbrother knows the rules. Where is he?" Laney’s eyes slide to the carpet. The magazine isn’t his. It’s hers. Weeks ago she pulled it from a gas-station rack because she liked the pink bite of welts across perfect asses, nothing to do with men. London starts listing punishments—grounding, phone taken, maybe worse—each one a strike meant for the boy. Guilt knots Laney’s gut. "It’s mine," she blurts. London stops cold. When the word "lesbian" stumbles out of Laney’s mouth, London just nods. She already knew. What shocks her is the rule broken: porn was banned. One wrong. One price. She picks up a heavy wooden brush from the nightstand, sits at the edge of the bed, and pats her thigh. Laney drops her pants, bends over, ass offered. The first smack cracks across flesh, sudden and searing, the print of the wood blooming red right away. Five more land in the same rhythm, each one drawing a hot gasp. "Rules are rules," London says between swings. "Remember that."