Isaac Byrne - Tolerance

Her audience looked at her expectantly.

“Come on, DJ. Please let me keep my panties on. Please? I mean, you guys already got a good look. Don’t make me take off my panties.”

“I tell you what—you get a choice. You can take off your panties, or you can spend the whole time between loads sitting on Logan’s lap.”

“Fuck yes!” Logan hooted.

With a few words grunted irritably, Derek excused himself to get a drink from the kitchen while Rachael pondered it, looking warily at Logan before wordlessly sliding her panties off. Her pussy was shaved smooth, DJ noted with shock. As if anticipating him, she bent at the waist again, her perfect little ass waving in the air as she tossed her panties in the washer and started the load.

Logan didn’t even look like he minded the decision.

DJ was still fondling Rachael’s tight little ass when her brother returned from the kitchen. He stopped, and gave a long look at DJ, obviously displease. “Are you seriously going to spend all night feeling up my sister, or can we get back to the fucking game already?” Rachael looked up over her shoulder at DJ hopefully.

“I’m just showing you guys my story about Sydney isn’t bullshit. I mean, this doesn’t strike you as a little weird? That Rachael let me strip her naked and grab her ass?”

Derek folded his arms across his chest. “Well what’s she supposed to do? Smack you? Storm out with her laundry undone?”

“YES!” DJ cried. “Yes, that’s exactly what most people would do if I did this to them. I mean, what if Logan was doing this? Would you still sit there and just let him?” Logan bolted out of his seat to join DJ, but a hard punch in the shoulder from Derek stopped him in his tracks and he sat back down glumly. “See?” DJ continued. “He even hints at it and you’re up in arms, but I’m standing here still doing it and you don’t lift a finger!”

Derek shrugged. “It’s not the same.”

“How so.”

Derek looked confused a moment, then just answered, “It’s not your choice what I do and don’t get bothered by.”

DJ just laughed and finally let Rachael stand up. She immediately went over to the couch, tucking her knees against her bare breasts for modesty. “Will you at least acknowledge that my story earlier was legit?”

“Dude, I’m still not swallowing that crap. Give it the hell up already.”

“What would I have to do to prove it to you?”

“If you have some sort of super power that lets you bully people into doing what you want, then get this Sydney bitch over here and have her tell us herself.”

“Fuck yeah! Had those tits of hers in my head ever since you told the story,” Logan cried, eager to see another naked chick.

“I don’t even know how to contact her—so how about something I can do right here, right now. What’s something you could do right now but wouldn’t?”

“Spank Rachael’s bare ass!” Logan blurted. To his credit, he did at least have the grace to clap a hand over his mouth after and look a bit abashed.

Rachael gasped in indignant shock, and Derek rose to his feet angrily. “No fucking way! You fucking pervert, Logan!”

Logan held up his hands defensively as DJ grinned. “Then that’s it. I get you to spank your sister, you admit I could auction a stripper like a cheap piece of meat.”

“That’s never going to happen, DJ.”

Only a few minutes of nagging, tugging and cajoling later, Rachael’s nubile young body was draped over her brother’s lap, her unbelievably toned butt wriggling nervously as Derek pointedly avoided looking down.

“No.”

DJ grabbed his wrist and pulled it back. Every muscle in Derek’s body was absolutely rigid—except the arm DJ was controlling, which moved as pliantly as could be, right down to slam his open palm into Rachael’s ass.

“Ow! Derek, that hurt!” Rachael whined.

Derek snorted. “That doesn’t count anyway—that’s you who did the smacking DJ, not me.”

DJ thought a moment, then deftly snatched Derek’s phone off the table and snapped a picture. Both siblings were looking up in shock and horror. “What the fuck are you doing!” Derek yelled.

“Spank her, or I text that picture to your parents. Do you have your grandparents in here? Them too.”

Rachael made a whimpering sound. “Please, no.”

“It’s not me you should be saying ‘please’ to, Rach. Preparing the text…”

Rachael sputtered nervously. “Spank me! Fucking spank me, Derek! Don’t let him send it—just spank me, all right?” She was too nervous to see Logan holding his own camera surreptitiously, recording every glorious moment of the freshman’s pleading.

Derek sighed, then drew his handback, hesitating at the apex. “Rachael, I can’t…”

“Just pretend I’m someone else! But spank my ass already, Derek!”

Derek winced, and with a last desperate look at his treasonous phone, his willpower broke. Down came his hand, the sound of flesh on flesh cracking through the living room. He looked up to DJ. “There, happy now?”

DJ pitilessly shook his head.

SMACK! Rachael cried out. SMACK! Her tiny body shuddered, two little tits jerking from the impact. Derek, figuring five was a rational number, issued two more before looking up again for permission. Rachael trembled.

“Holy shit!” Logan cried, pointing. “She’s getting off on it!”

Derek and DJ both looked closer, and sure enough, the college freshman’s pussy was visibly moistening with arousal. Meanwhile, the rest of her body was turning so red it looked like she’d been left on a sunny beach for about a week.

“Come on,” Derek complained, “that’s enough, all right?”

“Five more,” DJ said, and Derek readied his hand to administer them—a little too quickly this time, he thought. “Hold it—but this time, she has to ask for them.”

Rachael shut her eyes, humiliated to her core, but still more aroused than she’d ever been in her life somehow. She wasn’t attracted to her brother, but the exhibitionism, the kinkiness of it all… she clearly couldn’t deny it. The evidence was dripping from her pussy.

“P-please,” she whispered. A moment, later, she was rewarded with another firm swat.

“Louder, Rachael.”

“Another, please,” she said, in a tone barely louder than before. She gasped as another blow landed.

“Full volume, or I make him stop,” DJ demanded. Derek looked a bit perplexed at the order, but Rachael was too far gone to consider it anything but a grave threat.

“Please, more!” It was louder now, almost as loud as the resounding crack that followed it a moment later.

“More what? Be clear now, Rachael,” DJ teased.

“Please spank my little ass!” Rachael shouted. DJ blinked, dimly aware that this was no doubt audible in adjacent apartment units. If that got their attention, they might even have heard the sound of Derek’s hand whacking her bare butt.

Rachael breathed in ragged, heaving gasps as she quivered in anticipation, needing this final smack to be enough, terrified it wouldn’t be. “For this last one, I want to hear you beg for it. You have to earn this one.”

Rachael let out a trembly breath. “Please, please spank my ass! I’m a naughty little slut, and I need to be spanked! Punish me! Fucking spank my naughty little butt, please! Oh please oh please oh please ohaaaaieeeeeee!”

The final blow landed. DJ half-expected her to cum on the spot, but whatever his influence was, it wasn’t enough to make a girl orgasm from having her butt spanked. Rachael, however, wasn’t ready to concede the point and leapt to her feet so hard she almost knocked Derek out of his chair. Seeing Logan staring in mesmerized lust, she grabbed his waistline and pulled herself up to him, smothering him in a frantic kiss.