Slave for a Day_(0)

Mark waited for his father to go to work, then got up and went down the hall to his sister’s room, after retrieving his day pack from his closet. He knocked on her door and waited.

“Come in.” she called out. “I’m still in bed.”

“Good morning, Jen.” he said pleasantly, coming in and closing the door. “Remember you lost that bet yesterday? Well, we have the whole house to ourselves for the whole day, and I want to get started.”

“Right now?” she asked, her eyes widening in surprise. “I thought I would at least get to get up and shower and eat first.” She had lost a bet to her brother yesterday, a bet that involved the loser being a slave to the winner for the day.

“Sorry, I have a ton of plans for us today, and I want an early start.” he smiled. He grabbed the covers and pulled them down to the foot of the bed with one swift motion. “Come on, up!”

“Mark!” she gasped, covering her breasts with her arms, even tho her oversized T-Shirt covered her perfectly modestly.

“Call me Master.” he smiled at her. “And give me the shirt.”

“Mark! You can’t-” she protested, but he pointed his finger at her and cut her off with a stern look..

“You agreed to be my slave, Jen. A slave obeys her Master or she gets punished. Now give me that shirt!”

“Mark! You can’t mean this! I’m your sister!” she said, still sitting there in shock. “I’m not giving you my shirt. All I have on underneath it is my bra and panties.”

“Punishment, then.” Mark said, the smile fading from his face. He reached out and grabbed her upper arm, pulling her over his lap as he sat down on her bed beside her.

“Mark! Stop it!” she cried out. She found herself sprawled over her brother’s legs before she even knew what was happening. She struggled against him, but his arm lay across the small of her back, easily holding her in place. “Mark! Stop it!”

“Are you going to be a good little slave and obey me, or do I have to spank you?” he asked. His free hand caressed her panty clad ass cheeks boldly.

“Spank me?” she asked, sounding confused. “Mark, stop touching me like that!” She tried to squirm her butt out from under his hand, to no avail. “Mark, stop it!”

His hand lifted and fell quickly, slapping her far cheek with a loud sound. She wailed out lout, more from shock than pain. Their parents had never used spanking as a punishment on either one of them.

“Mark, wait! I’ll do it!” she cried. “Yes! Please! I’ll be a good little slave!”

“Better.” he said, pushing her legs to the floor. He moved her upper body so that she was kneeling in front of him as he sat there. “Take off your shirt, or it’s more spanking.”

She had tears rolling down her cheeks, but she crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of the T-Shirt. “Why are you doing this?”

“Off, I said!” He smiled as she lifted it up and slowly exposed herself to him, dropping it to the floor.

“You’re a beautiful girl, Jen.” he said, looking her up and down. “That’s why I’m doing this.”

“But I’m your sister!” she said. “You’re not supposed to be looking at me like this.”

“You’re not my sister today, Jen. You’re my slave.” he said. “Take the bra off for me, too.”

“Just because I’m your slave doesn’t make me not your sister.” she said. “You’re not supposed to make me do stuff like this.” She reached behind her back with one hand and unsnapped the clasp.

“It’s because you’re my sister that I’m doing this.” he said. “Come on. Show ’em to me!”

“No, Mark!” she wept, crossing her arms over her chest.