Fiction: The Dirty Magazine (F/M, sister) - Part 1

This is a sequel to The School Suspension requested by one of my readers in which Lily asserts herself. Please enjoy!

A New Infraction

It was a week later, and Alex was trying his best to avoid anything that might bring him further humiliation. His chores were done on time, his homework completed, and he kept his head down to avoid any potential confrontation with his mom. The sting of last week’s punishment, both physical and emotional, lingered in his mind and on his pride. He had cheated on a test and been suspended for a day. His mom had insured his day would be memorable. She had given him chores for the entire day and given him spankings every hour on the hour. Some were in front of neighbors, and others in front of his little sister Lily and even her friends. His mom had even had Lily spank him once! It was all too embarrassing.

But when he walked into his room that afternoon, his heart sank immediately. There, standing in the middle of his room, was Lily, holding something in her hand and grinning from ear to ear. His stomach dropped as he saw what it was: his hidden Playboy magazine.

Alex lived alone with his single mom and his little sister, and any materials like that were strictly prohibited. He knew he’d be in major trouble with his mom if she ever found out. And after what had happened last week, with sitting only recently becoming comfortable again, he knew he’d wouldn’t be able to sit for another week if she did!

“L-Lily,” Alex stammered, his face already flushing red. “What are you doing in here?”

Lily smirked, flipping the magazine open casually. “Oh, I was just looking for my headphones that you always steal, but imagine my surprise when I found this under your mastress.” She held up the magazine, its glossy cover glaringly obvious, and wiggled it mockingly. “Really, Alex? Playboy? Mom would lose her mind if she found out about this.”

Alex’s heart pounded in his chest as panic set in. “No, no, please, Lily!” he begged, his voice trembling. “You can’t tell Mom! She’ll—she’ll kill me!”

“Kill you?” Lily said, raising an eyebrow and smirking wider. “No, I don’t think she’ll kill you. But she’ll definitely give you another one of her famous spankings. And after last week… well, let’s just say, I don’t think you’d enjoy that very much.”

Alex’s face burned as he stepped closer, his hands outstretched pleadingly. “Please, Lily. Don’t tell her. I’ll do anything—just don’t tell.”

Lily tapped her chin, pretending to think. “Hmm… anything, you say?” She paused for dramatic effect before giving him a devilish grin. “Alright, I won’t tell Mom… but you’re not getting off scot-free. You need to be punished.”

Alex froze, his panic only deepening. “W-what? What do you mean?”

Lily shrugged, setting the magazine down on his desk. “I mean, you deserve a spanking for this. And since you don’t want Mom involved, I’ll handle it myself.”

Alex’s jaw dropped, and his face turned an even deeper shade of red. “You? No way! You can’t—”

“Sure I can,” Lily interrupted, crossing her arms confidently. “Mom had me spank you before, Alex. So either I tell Mom, and she gives you a spanking that’ll make last week look like nothing, or you let me handle it. I’ll go easier on you than Mom would, but you are getting punished. There’s no way I’m letting you get away with having this disgusting smut under your mattress.”

Alex’s hands shook as he rubbed the back of his neck, torn between humiliation and desperation. The thought of his little sister spanking him was mortifying, but the idea of his mom finding out and delivering one of her thorough punishments was even worse.

“Fine,” he muttered, barely audible. “Just… just don’t tell Mom, ok?”

Lily’s grin widened, and she clapped her hands together. “Good choice, big brother. Now, let’s get this over with. Drop your pants and bend over the bed.”

Alex hesitated, his face hot with shame as he realized just how humiliating this was going to be. “Do I really have to…?”

Lily raised an eyebrow, her tone turning sharp. “Do you want me to tell Mom?”

Alex’s face flushed crimson, and he took a hesitant step back, his hands fidgeting near his waistband. “Lily, come on,” he stammered, his voice trembling. “Do I really have to drop my pants? Can’t you just… like… hit my butt over them? Or at least over my underpants?”

Lily raised an eyebrow and let out a humorless laugh. “Oh, really? Over your pants? Let me ask you something, Alex—when you were looking at that Playboy magazine, did the women in it have their pants on? Or even their underpants?”

Alex froze, his heart sinking as he stammered, “W-what? No, but—”

“Exactly,” Lily interrupted, her voice sharp and cutting. “They didn’t. So why on earth should you get the privilege of keeping yours on? You had no problem looking at their bare bums, Alex. So now, it’s only fair that I… see… yours.”

Alex’s jaw dropped, his face turning a deeper shade of red. “Lily! That’s not—”

“Not what?” she snapped, stepping closer. “Not the same? Because it is. You treated those women like objects, like they were there for your entertainment. And now you’re going to learn exactly what it feels like.”

“But it’s humiliating!” Alex protested, his voice cracking as he took another hesitant step back.

“Humiliating?” Lily repeated, her smirk growing colder. “Oh, you mean like how you humiliated yourself by sneaking that magazine into the house and treating women like they exist just for your amusement? Yeah, Alex, this is supposed to be humiliating. That’s the whole point, duh.”

Alex’s shoulders slumped, his face burning with shame as her words hit home. He knew there was no way out of this—Lily wasn’t going to back down, and any further arguing would only make things worse.

“Now,” Lily said firmly, pointing at his waistband, “drop your pants. And your underpants. You didn’t give those women the dignity of modesty when you were ogling them, so you’re not getting it either. Bend over the bed, and take your punishment properly.”

Tears welled in Alex’s eyes as he hesitated, his hands trembling near his waistband. “Lily, please…” he whimpered, his voice breaking.

“No more excuses, Alex,” Lily snapped. “You saw their bare bums, so now I’m going to see yours. Fair is fair.”

Alex whimpered, his body trembling as he reluctantly reached for his waistband. Slowly, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down to his knees, his humiliation growing with each second. He hesitated over his underpants, glancing at Lily with pleading eyes, but her stern glare left no room for argument.

“All the way,” she said sharply. “Don’t make me say it again.”

Alex whimpered softly but obeyed, sliding his boxers down to join his sweatpants around his ankles. He shuffled awkwardly to the edge of the bed, his bare bottom already tinged pink from embarrassment as he bent over, gripping the bedspread tightly.

“Kick them off,” Lily said.

Alex groaned but obeyed her, kicking off his pants and underpants while remaining bent over.

“Well, look at you,” Lily teased, stepping behind him and placing her hands on her hips. “The big brother, bent over like a naughty little boy, about to get a spanking from his baby sister. How does that feel, Alex?”

Alex squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could disappear. “Just… just get it over with,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lily chuckled, clearly enjoying his humiliation. “Oh, don’t worry, I will. And maybe next time you’ll think twice before hiding magazines like this under your mattress.” She raised her hand, and Alex braced himself, the mortification of the moment almost outweighing the anticipation of the sting.

But just as she was about to bring it down, she paused, a thought crossing her mind. She tapped her fingers against her chin, her smirk growing wider as she looked at Alex’s bare, trembling form bent over the bed.

The Implement

“You know,” she said, her tone almost casual, “just using my hand doesn’t really seem… fitting for this. I think you need something that will really make you think twice next time.”

Alex stiffened, his grip tightening on the bedspread. “W-what do you mean? Lily, please, can’t we just get this over with?”

But Lily ignored him, already turning toward the door. “Wait here,” she said, her tone commanding. “Don’t move a muscle, or I’ll make this even worse for you.”

Alex let out a soft whimper, his cheeks burning with both shame and apprehension as Lily left the room. He could hear her footsteps descending the stairs, and his stomach churned with dread as he imagined what she might be looking for. His bare bottom tingled with the memory of last week’s punishments, and the thought of his little sister digging up something more painful than her hand made him want to crawl under the bed and hide.

Downstairs, Lily opened the kitchen drawers with purpose, rummaging through their contents. Her eyes lit up when she spotted the small, paddle-shaped cutting board tucked neatly beside a stack of larger ones.

She pulled it out, turning it over in her hands and testing its weight with a few practice swings.

“Perfect,” she muttered to herself, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. “This will do just fine.”

The paddle was small but sturdy, with a smooth wooden surface and a convenient handle that fit perfectly in her hand. It wasn’t heavy enough to cause any real damage, but it would certainly sting—and that was exactly what she wanted. She gave it one final test swing before heading back upstairs, her steps light and quick.

Alex flinched when he heard her footsteps approaching the room. His hands clutched the bedspread tightly, his heart pounding as Lily stepped through the doorway. He looked over his shoulder seeing the cutting board in hand.

“You’re not seriously going to use that, are you?” he asked, his voice trembling with a mix of panic and disbelief.

“Oh, I’m very serious,” Lily replied, her grin widening as she held up the cutting board. “It’s perfect. Sturdy, small enough to control, and it’s even got a handle. I think this is going to do the job nicely.”

“Lily, please,” Alex begged, his voice cracking. “You don’t have to use that—you can just use your hand. I’ll learn my lesson, I swear!”

Lily rolled her eyes, stepping behind him and tapping the paddle-shaped cutting board against her palm. “Oh, you’ll learn your lesson, alright. That’s the whole point. And trust me, this will make sure you don’t forget it anytime soon.”

She lined up behind him, her eyes glinting with amusement as she adjusted her grip on the cutting board. “Now, hold still, Alex. And remember, this is still better than Mom finding out about your little secret stash. You should be thanking me for doing this instead. She’d strap the skin right off your bum if she found about that Playboy, and you know it.”

Alex let out a soft whimper, his face buried in the bedspread as he braced himself. His bare bottom tingled in anticipation, the cool air only intensifying the sting he knew was coming. He clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could somehow disappear as Lily raised the paddle and prepared to deliver the first sharp swat.

The Paddling

Lily smirked as she raised the cutting board paddle, relishing the power shift between her and her older brother. With a sharp THWACK, the first swat landed squarely on Alex’s bare bottom, drawing an immediate yelp from him. His legs twitched, and his hands clutched the bedspread tightly as he whimpered in pain.

“Stay still, Alex,” Lily instructed, her voice firm but laced with mock authority. “We’re just getting started.”

Another sharp THWACK echoed in the room as Alex let out a pained cry, followed by many more. His already pink bottom squirmed under the hard strikes, but Lily maintained her rhythm, delivering swat after swat with sharp precision.

“I can’t believe you thought you’d get away with hiding something like that under your mattress,” she said, her voice dripping with disapproval. “Seriously, Alex, a Playboy? Do you have any idea how disgusting and objectifying that is? What were you even doing with it?”

Alex let out a choked sob, his voice trembling as he stammered, “I—I’m sorry, Lily! I didn’t mean—”

“Oh, you didn’t mean to?” Lily interrupted, her tone growing sharper as she landed another hard swat.

THWACK

“So what, it just magically ended up under your mattress? Don’t lie to me, Alex. We both know exactly what you’ve been doing with it.”

Alex’s face burned with shame as he buried it in the bedspread, unable to respond. He sobbed softly, his body trembling under the sting of the paddle and the weight of Lily’s scolding.

“Disgusting,” Lily muttered, shaking her head. She glanced at the Playboy magazine lying on his desk and suddenly got an idea. A mischievous smirk spread across her face as she set the paddle down for a moment and picked up the magazine.

“Oh, we’re going to make sure you really understand how wrong this is,” she said, unfolding the magazine to its centerfold and placing it on the bed in front of Alex, right where he could see the glossy pages. “Look at it.”

Alex lifted his head slightly, his tear-streaked face filled with confusion and dread. “W-what? No, please, Lily, don’t—”

“Look at it,” Lily commanded, tapping the back of his head lightly with her hand. “Go on. Look at what you’ve been hiding under your mattress, and think about the kind of person it makes you.”

Alex whimpered, his face burning with humiliation as he turned his gaze toward the magazine. The provocative image of the naked woman stared back at him, mocking him in his vulnerable state. His eyes filled with fresh tears as the contrast between the photo and his current, exposed position overwhelmed him.

CRACK! Another sharp swat landed squarely across his already sore cheeks, and Alex yelped loudly, his hands gripping the bedspread tightly. “Ow! Please, Lily, it hurts!”

“It’s supposed to hurt,” Lily replied coldly, raising the paddle for another strike. CRACK! The sound echoed in the room, followed by Alex’s sobs. “Now, Alex,” she said, her voice mockingly sweet, “you’ve spent all this time ogling women in that magazine. Tell me, can you see her bum in that photo?”

Alex’s face burned hotter than his bottom as he blinked through his tears at the open centrefold in front of him. “Y-yes,” he stammered, his voice trembling.

“And what colour is her bum?” Lily pressed, the paddle resting lightly against his reddened cheeks as she waited for his response.

Alex hesitated, sniffling as he choked out, “It’s… it’s white.”

“White,” Lily repeated with a smirk, stepping back and tapping the paddle against her palm. “Just like yours was before this punishment started. But look at you now.” She brought the paddle down with a resounding CRACK, drawing another loud cry from Alex. “What colour do you think your bum is now, Alex?”

Alex sobbed, his voice cracking as he replied, “R-red! It’s red!”

“Exactly,” Lily said sharply, delivering another swat to his already crimson cheeks. CRACK! “Because you’re learning a lesson. A lesson about respecting women and not treating them like objects. Does that sound like something you’re starting to understand?”

“Y-yes, Lily!” Alex wailed, tears streaming down his face. “I understand! Please, no more!”

But Lily wasn’t finished. She leaned closer, her tone icy. “And do you think it’s fair, Alex, that you can stare at women like this and think they exist just for your entertainment?”

Alex whimpered, shaking his head as his sobs grew louder. “N-no! It’s not fair! I’m sorry!”

Lily smirked, straightening up and raising the paddle again. “Good. I’m glad you’re starting to see the difference.”

She brought the paddle down again with another sharp CRACK, and Alex cried out, his voice cracking as his lesson—and his humiliation—continued.

“Do you even realize how gross this is?” Lily continued, raising the paddle and delivering another sharp THWACK. “Do you know what it says about you that you’ve been hiding this and… doing who knows what with it?”

“I—I’m sorry!” Alex sobbed, his voice cracking as he flinched under the next swat. “I won’t do it again, I swear!”

“You’d better not,” Lily snapped, delivering another stinging strike to his already reddened bottom. CRACK!  “This isn’t just about hiding something from Mom. It’s about the fact that you’re looking at this garbage and treating women like objects. Do you think that’s okay, Alex? Do you think it’s okay to reduce women to nothing more than naked pictures in a magazine?”

“N-no! I don’t—” Alex cried, his voice shaking as he struggled to get the words out.

“Then why was this under your mattress?” Lily pressed, her tone growing harsher. “What were you even doing with it? Actually, don’t answer that—I don’t want to know. It’s disgusting, and you should be ashamed of yourself.” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Alex’s sobs grew louder, his face hovering just inches above the magazine. A single tear slipped from his eye, landing squarely on the photo of the woman in front of him, smudging the glossy surface. Another tear followed, then another, each drop blurring the image further as Alex wept openly, his humiliation complete.

“Keep looking at it!” Lily ordered, delivering another sharp THWACK. “You need to see exactly why this is so wrong.”

Alex let out a strangled cry, his tears dripping steadily onto the magazine as he struggled to obey. His body shook with shame, the wet streaks on the photo a physical reminder of his disgrace.

“You’re going to remember this every time you even think about looking at something like this again,” she said firmly. “Every time you see an image like this, you’re going to think about what it means and how wrong it is. Do you understand me?” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Yes!” Alex wailed, his voice cracking as tears streamed down his face. “I understand! Please, no more!”

As Alex sobbed over the bed, one particularly large teardrop landed squarely on the exposed breasts of the model in the photo, causing Alex to choke back a fresh wave of humiliation.

Lily noticed immediately. “Well, isn’t that poetic,” she said, her voice dripping with mock amusement. She tapped the paddle against her palm, leaning over to inspect the photo more closely. “Your tears, right on her tits. Fitting, don’t you think, Alex?”

Alex whimpered, his face burning hotter, and he squeezed the bedsheets tightly in his fists. “P-please, Lily…”

“Please what?” Lily said sharply, her tone cold. “Don’t think for a second that we’re done here. Oh no, we’re going to talk about this. Look at her.” She pointed at the centrefold, her voice firm. “Tell me, Alex, are those breasts big or small?”

Alex’s voice trembled as he stammered, “I—I don’t know…”

Lily raised the paddle and brought it down with a sharp CRACK across his crimson bottom, making him yelp loudly. “Don’t you dare lie to me. Big or small, Alex?”

“B-big,” Alex choked out, his voice barely audible as fresh tears streamed down his face.

“That’s right,” Lily said, her tone mocking as she stepped closer, crossing her arms. She tilted her head, her expression darkening. “And let’s go a step further, shall we? When you looked at her—when you looked at them—did you imagine sucking on them?”

Alex’s head snapped up, his wide, tear-filled eyes meeting hers in shock. “L-Lily, no! I—I didn’t!” he stammered, shaking his head frantically.

“Don’t lie to me,” Lily snapped, her tone sharp as a whip. She raised the paddle and brought it down with a loud CRACK across his already red and swollen cheeks, making Alex yelp in pain.

“I’m not lying!” Alex cried, his voice breaking as he absorbed the strike.

“Yes, you are,” Lily said firmly, her voice dripping with disdain. “You didn’t hide this magazine for nothing, Alex. Now, I’m going to ask you again, and you’re going to give me the truth. Did you imagine sucking on her tits?”

Alex whimpered, his body trembling. “I—I don’t know…” he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

“That’s not an answer,” Lily barked, delivering another sharp CRACK with the paddle. Alex cried out, his tears flowing even faster. “Yes or no, Alex. Did you imagine it?”

Alex sobbed harder, his hands gripping the bedsheets as his body shook. “Lily, please—”

“Answer me!” Lily demanded, raising the paddle again. CRACK! “Yes or no. Did you imagine it?”

Alex’s voice broke as he finally wailed, “Yes! Yes, I imagined it! I’m sorry!”

Lily smirked grimly, raising the paddle high once again. “That’s what I thought,” she said coldly. “And now you’re going to learn just how disgusting that is.”

CRACK! The paddle landed squarely across Alex’s crimson cheeks, drawing a loud, pitiful wail from him. Lily didn’t hold back, delivering another sharp strike immediately after. CRACK!

“You thought about her body,” Lily said, her voice icy as she continued paddling him with measured, deliberate strokes. CRACK! “You thought about using her for your own disgusting fantasies.” CRACK! “And now you’re going to pay for it.”

“I’m sorry!” Alex sobbed, his voice cracking as his tears soaked the bedspread and the centrefold beneath him. “I—I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry!”

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” Lily said sharply, delivering another punishing CRACK to his tender, swollen cheeks. “You’re going to remember this every time you sit down for a week, Alex. Every time you even think about doing something like this again.”

“Lily, please! I’m sorry!” he cried, his voice trembling.

“Oh, you’re sorry now?” she snapped, raising the paddle again. CRACK! “You weren’t sorry when you brought this trash into the house! Do you have any idea how gross this is? How disrespectful?”

Alex whimpered, gripping the edge of the bed tightly as the paddle struck again. CRACK! His bottom burned with each swat, and the shame of her words made it even worse.

“I’m a girl in this house, Alex!” Lily continued, her voice rising. CRACK! “How do you think it makes me feel knowing you’re hiding this kind of garbage in your room? That you’re sitting in here, fantasizing about girls like that?”

“I-I wasn’t—” Alex stammered, his voice breaking, but Lily cut him off with another sharp swat. CRACK!

“Don’t you dare lie to me!” she snapped. CRACK! “That’s exactly what this is for, isn’t it? To sit here and look at these women like they’re just things for you to drool over? To do god-knows-what in your bed afterward?”

“I didn’t! I swear!” Alex wailed, his sobs growing louder as Lily delivered another punishing stroke. CRACK!

“Really?” Lily demanded, leaning closer as she raised the paddle again. CRACK! “And what about the shower, Alex? Have you been peeping on me in the bathroom too? Watching me and then sneaking back here to do god-knows-what in your bed?”

“No! Never! I swear, Lily!” Alex cried desperately, his face burning with humiliation as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Then why should I believe you?” Lily snapped, the paddle striking again with a resounding CRACK! “You’ve already proven you’re sneaky enough to bring this trash into the house! How do I know you’re not spying on me too?”

“I’m not! I’m not!” Alex sobbed, his voice cracking as he shook his head violently. “I-I would never do that, Lily! I swear!”

Lily paused for a moment, the paddle hovering in the air as she stared down at him. “You swear?” she repeated, her tone sharp and skeptical.

“Yes!” Alex cried. “I swear on everything! Please, Lily, I’m telling the truth!”

Lily let out a frustrated sigh, her grip on the paddle tightening. “Well, whether you’re telling the truth or not, you brought this filth into the house, and you’re going to pay for it.”

With that, the paddle came down again, harder than before, drawing a loud wail from Alex. CRACK!

“This,” she said, punctuating her words with sharp swats, CRACK! “is what happens CRACK! when you disrespect women, CRACK! bring filth into this house, CRACK!”

Alex’s sobs grew louder, his body trembling with humiliation and pain as Lily continued her relentless paddling and scolding. His cheeks burned—not just from the paddle but from the weight of her words and the shame they brought. He gripped the bedspread tightly, tears soaking into the fabric as he cried, “I’m sorry, Lily! I’m so sorry!”

“And you know what’s even worse?” Lily continued, her voice cold. CRACK!  “Knowing that you’re in this house, sneaking around with this garbage, makes me feel unsafe. Do you get that, Alex? Unsafe. CRACK! How am I supposed to feel comfortable knowing you’re sitting in your room, fantasizing about girls like this? CRACK! About me, for all I know?”

“What? No! I-I would never—” Alex stammered, his face turning an even deeper shade of red.

“Then why bring it into the house at all?” Lily demanded, her voice fierce. CRACK!  “Why even take the risk of making me feel this way?” CRACK!  “Do you have any idea how disrespectful this is, not just to me, but to every woman?” CRACK!  “To Mom?”

Alex’s shoulders slumped, and his eyes filled with tears. “I didn’t think about it like that,” he whispered.

“Yeah, well, maybe you should’ve,” Lily shot back, her tone sharp. CRACK!  “Because now you’re answering for it.” CRACK! “And trust me, Alex, you’re going to regret ever bringing this trash into the house.” CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  

Lily adjusted her stance behind Alex, gripping the paddle firmly in her hand, her eyes narrowing as she took in the trembling, exposed figure bent over the bed. His crimson cheeks were already glowing with the aftermath of his punishment, but she wasn’t done—not yet. Alex had to fully understand the consequences of his behavior.

“You think you’re sorry now, Alex?” Lily said coldly, tapping the paddle against her palm. “You’re going to feel just how serious I am about teaching you this lesson.”

Without giving him a chance to respond, she raised the paddle high and brought it down in quick succession.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The sharp, resounding smacks echoed through the room, each one landing squarely across Alex’s swollen, tender bottom. He let out a howl of pain, his voice breaking as the rapid-fire punishment overwhelmed him.

“Ow! AHHH! Please, Lily!” Alex cried, his hands gripping the bedsheets so tightly his knuckles turned white. His feet stayed planted on the floor, but his hips twisted and wriggled instinctively, his body trying and failing to escape the relentless barrage of swats.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Lily’s paddle followed every wriggle and twist with precision, landing squarely no matter how much Alex squirmed. Her grip was firm, her movements controlled, ensuring that every stroke struck its mark with maximum impact.

“Stop moving,” Lily ordered sharply, though her tone carried a hint of mockery. “You’re not going to escape this, Alex. You’ll take every single stroke.”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Alex’s howls grew louder, his voice cracking with sobs as the pain radiated through his already-burning skin. His legs trembled, and his body shook, but he kept his feet on the ground and his hands on the bedspread, too afraid to disobey despite the unbearable sting.

“Lily! Please! I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again!” Alex wailed, his voice high-pitched and desperate.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Alex’s cries were almost incoherent now, his sobs blending with his desperate apologies as he writhed over the bed. His legs twitched, his toes curled, and his entire body shook under the weight of the punishment. “I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY!” he cried out, his voice cracking with raw emotion.

Lily paused then delivered another resounding CRACK across the center of his burning bottom, leaving Alex wailing uncontrollably. She set the paddle down on the nightstand and placed her hands on her hips, surveying her sobbing brother with satisfaction.

“Let that be a lesson to you,” she said firmly. “You don’t sneak smut into this house, you don’t lie to me or Mom, and you don’t disrespect women. Do you understand me?”

Alex nodded frantically, his face buried in the bedspread as he choked out, “Y-yes, Lily! I understand! I-I’ll never do it again!”

“Good,” Lily said coolly. “Because if you do, this paddle will be waiting for you. And next time, it’ll be even worse.”

Rethinking her decision to stop, Lily picked up the paddle again and delivered the final six swats with extra force — CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! — the sound of the paddle meeting his punished bottom ringing sharply in the room. Alex howled louder than ever, his tears streaming freely down his face as he collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving with sobs, his face buried in his arms, the blurred magazine still lying beneath him.

The Disposal

Lily stepped back, her breathing steady as she lowered the paddle and surveyed her work. Alex’s bottom was a deep, fiery red, the marks of his punishment clearly visible. He was a sobbing, trembling mess, his body limp with exhaustion and pain.

“Now,” Lily said firmly, her tone unyielding, “maybe you’ll finally understand what happens when you disrespect women and act like a disgusting little pervert. This isn’t just about the magazine, Alex—it’s about learning respect. And I hope every single mark on your backside reminds you of that.”

Alex didn’t respond, his sobs muffled against the bedspread as his body trembled uncontrollably. Lily smirked slightly, satisfied that her message had been delivered. She set the paddle down on the dresser and crossed her arms, watching as Alex struggled to catch his breath, his shame and pain written all over his face and body.

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Alex,” Lily said, crossing her arms and glaring down at him.

Alex nodded weakly, his voice barely audible as he choked out, “I-I have… I’ve learned my lesson…”

“Women aren’t objects, Alex, and if I ever catch you with something like this again, you’ll be right back here for another spanking. Or worse—I’ll tell Mom.”

“I won’t do it again! I promise, Lily! I promise!”

“Good,” Lily said again, pulling the magazine out from under him and holding it up. She glanced at the tear-streaked pages and shook her head. “This is going straight in the trash where it belongs. And don’t even think about trying to replace it.”

“I won’t! I won’t!”

“But, actually, no. I have a better idea.  Get up, Alex,” she said sharply, her voice brooking no argument. “We’re not done yet.”

Alex turned his tear-streaked face toward her, his body still trembling with shame and exhaustion. “W-what…?”

“Downstairs,” Lily ordered, pointing toward the door. “We’re going to take care of this once and for all. And no, you’re not putting your pants back on. Move it.”

Alex whimpered softly but obeyed, his legs shaky as he pushed himself off the bed. His bare bottom still throbbed painfully, and his face burned with humiliation as he shuffled painfully toward the door. He knew better than to argue with Lily at this point—she’d already proven she wasn’t afraid to escalate things.

As they descended the stairs, Alex clutched his hands in front of him, trying in vain to shield himself from further embarrassment. But Lily didn’t seem to care about his attempts at modesty. She marched ahead confidently, the Playboy still tucked under her arm.

When they reached the living room, Lily stopped in front of the fireplace. She set the magazine on the mantle and crouched down, arranging kindling and logs with practiced ease. Alex stood awkwardly behind her, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he tried to ignore the cool air against his bare skin.

“W-what are you doing?” he asked hesitantly, his voice trembling.

Lily glanced over her shoulder, a smirk playing on her lips. “We’re going to make sure you never, ever think about hiding something like this again.”

She struck a match and lit the kindling, carefully tending the small flame until it grew into a roaring fire. The crackling of the wood filled the room, and the warm glow cast flickering shadows on the walls.

Once the fire was fully ablaze, Lily straightened up and grabbed the Playboy from the mantle. She turned to Alex, her expression stern.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” she said, holding the magazine out toward him. “You’re going to rip out every single page of this disgusting thing, one by one, and feed them into the fire. Do you understand me?”

Alex’s heart sank, and he let out a defeated whimper. “Yes, Lily.”

“Good,” Lily said, thrusting the magazine into his hands. “Get started.”

Trembling, Alex took the Playboy from her, his face burning with humiliation as he opened it to the first page. The glossy photo of a smiling, provocatively posed woman stared back at him, and he swallowed hard, his hands shaking as he tore the page from the binding. The ripping sound seemed deafening in the quiet room.

“Go on,” Lily urged, gesturing toward the fire. “Feed it in.”

Alex hesitated for a moment before stepping closer to the fireplace. He held the torn page over the flames, watching as the heat curled the edges before it caught fire and disintegrated into ash. His heart felt heavy as he turned back to the magazine and ripped out the next page.

“Keep going,” Lily said firmly, crossing her arms as she watched him. “Every single page. And don’t even think about doing more than one at once.”

Alex sniffled, tears streaming down his face as he continued tearing out pages and feeding them into the fire. Each photo felt like a reminder of his shame, and the heat of the flames seemed to mirror the burning humiliation coursing through him.

“That’s it,” Lily said, her voice cold. “Every single page. And maybe now you’ll think twice before treating women like objects or sneaking around like this again.”

Alex knelt awkwardly in front of the roaring fire, the heat radiating against his face and chest, making sweat bead on his brow and trickle down his back. He shifted uncomfortably on his haunches, trying to escape the intense warmth, his hands trembling as he clutched the Playboy. His bare bottom rested on his heels, still throbbing and red from the punishment Lily had just delivered. The shame of the situation weighed heavily on him, and he could feel Lily’s piercing gaze as she stood behind him, smirking.

“Get to it,” Lily said sharply, gesturing toward the magazine. “I want every single page in that fire. One at a time.”

Alex sniffled, tears still streaming down his face as he opened the magazine again. The glossy image of a provocatively posed woman stared back at him, and he swallowed hard, his hands shaking as he tore out the page. The ripping sound seemed deafening in the otherwise quiet room.

Reluctantly, Alex leaned forward again, extending the page toward the flames. As he did, his bare, crimson bottom came into full view, and Lily couldn’t suppress a smirk. His exposed position left nothing to the imagination, his dangly bits hanging awkwardly between his legs as he leaned closer to the fire. The heat was almost unbearable, and Alex winced as the flames licked at his fingers before catching the edge of the page. He quickly pulled his hand back, watching as the paper curled and blackened before disintegrating into ash.

Sitting back on his haunches, Alex wiped the sweat from his brow and hesitated for a moment, his hands trembling as he flipped to the next page. Lily’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Don’t stop now,” she said coldly. “You’ve got a lot more pages to go, Alex. And I want every single one of them burned.”

With a soft whimper, Alex tore out another page, the glossy paper slippery in his sweaty hands. He leaned forward again, his bottom lifting slightly as he extended the page toward the fire. The flames crackled and roared, and Alex’s face flushed as he felt the heat against his skin. He couldn’t ignore the humiliation of his position—his bare bottom fully exposed, his privates awkwardly visible between his legs, all while Lily stood behind him, watching his every move.

“This is quite the sight,” Lily said with a smirk, her tone dripping with mockery. “Sweating like a little piggy, your bits hanging out, kneeling in front of the fire like some pathetic little boy. Do you finally understand how disgusting this is?”

Alex didn’t respond, his tears falling freely as he burned another page. Each time he leaned forward, his entire body felt exposed and vulnerable, and the shame of the situation made his throat tighten. The heat from the fire was relentless, and sweat began to soak his hairline and trickle down his flushed cheeks.

“Come on,” Lily urged, her voice cold and firm. “Keep going. And don’t you dare even think about trying to skip a page. I’m watching you.”

With a defeated sniffle, Alex tore out another page, his hands trembling as he leaned forward once more. The fire’s glow illuminated the angry red marks on his bottom, and the heat made his discomfort even worse. The paper caught fire quickly, curling and disintegrating as Alex pulled his hand back and sat on his haunches again, his body glistening with sweat.

“Keep going,” Lily repeated, crossing her arms as she watched him struggle. “You’re not done until every single page is ash. And don’t even think about rushing. This is supposed to teach you a lesson.”

Alex nodded weakly, his sobs growing louder as he continued his humiliating task. Each time he leaned forward, the fire’s heat felt more oppressive, and the sweat dripping down his body only added to his discomfort. The sound of the pages tearing and the crackling of the flames filled the room, punctuated by Lily’s occasional mocking remarks.

By the time Alex reached the last page, his hands were trembling so badly he could barely rip it free. He tossed it into the fire, watching as it curled and blackened before disappearing entirely. He stood there for a moment, staring into the flames, his chest heaving with sobs.

“Good,” Lily said finally, taking the now-empty magazine cover from him and tossing it into the fire as well. “Now it’s gone. And I don’t ever want to find something like this in our house again. Do you understand me?”

Alex nodded weakly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Y-yes…”

“Turn around,” she ordered, her tone firm. “Stay on your knees. Kneel up.”

Alex hesitated for a split second, but the sharpness in her voice left no room for argument. Slowly, he turned to face her, his face already red with shame, his bare knees pressing into the rough floor.

“Hands on your head,” Lily added coldly, crossing her arms as she watched him.

His humiliation deepened as he raised his hands and clasped them on top of his head, exposing himself completely to her once again. He tried to shift his weight forward, awkwardly knee-walking to put some distance between himself and the fire’s intense heat on his already tender backside.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Lily snapped, stepping forward and placing a firm hand on his shoulder to stop him. “Stay right there. I want you to feel the heat, Alex. Let it sink in—just like this lesson.”

Alex whimpered softly but froze in place, his crimsoned bottom now painfully close to the roaring flames. The heat was unbearable, radiating against his skin and amplifying the sting of his earlier punishment. He squeezed his eyes shut, his hands trembling as they remained on his head, and his chest rose and fell with shallow, panicked breaths.

Lily smirked at his discomfort, her arms still crossed as she began her lecture. “You’ve got quite the nerve, Alex. Bringing that disgusting magazine into this house, sneaking around like some perverted little boy. Did you even stop to think about how disrespectful that was? About how it made me feel?”

Alex’s voice cracked as he stammered, “I-I’m sorry, Lily… I didn’t—”

“Quiet,” she cut him off sharply. “You had plenty of chances to explain yourself, and instead, you just embarrassed yourself even more. Look at you now—kneeling here, completely bare, sweating, crying like a little boy who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.”

Alex sobbed openly, the heat from the fire behind him now unbearable as it radiated against his already burning, crimson cheeks. His legs trembled, and his hands on his head shook as he whimpered, “L-Lily, please! My bum is burning! Please, let me move! I can’t take it!”

Lily raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing wider as she stepped closer to him. “Oh, your bum is burning, is it?” she said mockingly. “Good. Maybe now you’ll actually think twice about sneaking disgusting smut into this house.”

“Please!” Alex begged, his voice breaking as he shifted slightly on his knees, desperate to escape the heat. “I’ve learned my lesson, I swear!”

Lily rolled her eyes but crouched down behind him, placing a hand firmly on his exposed bottom. Alex froze, his entire body stiffening as her cool palm pressed against the hot, throbbing skin of his cheeks.

“Oh, it is toasty back here,” Lily remarked casually, her voice laced with amusement. “Very warm, very uncomfortable, I’m sure. But don’t worry, Alex—you won’t really burn, you’ll be fine. It’s just part of learning your lesson.”

Lily leaned in slightly, her hand still on his ass, rubbing it roughly in a circular pattern, her smirk widening. “Does it feel good, Alex? Knowing you’ve humiliated yourself this much? Knowing that I had to deal with your disgusting little habit? And for what? So you could drool over some cheap pictures of women who don’t even know you exist?”

Alex sobbed, his voice trembling as he whispered, “No… I-I’m sorry, Lily…”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” she snapped, her tone harsh., giving him two sharp swats with her hand, one to each cheek. “You don’t get to sneak around, objectify women, and then think a simple ‘sorry’ is enough to fix it. You’re lucky I didn’t show this to Mom. If she’d seen that magazine, you’d be in a world of trouble, and you know it.”

Lily went back to face him as the flames licked higher behind him, and Alex whimpered, his entire body trembling as he struggled to keep still. The heat was unbearable, searing into his already burning skin, but he didn’t dare move. The weight of Lily’s authority was too much, and he knew better than to defy her now.

“I hope this little ‘lesson’ has taught you something,” Lily continued, her voice dripping with condescension. “Because if I ever catch you with something like that again—or catch you lying to me, sneaking around, or doing anything remotely disrespectful—you’ll be right back here. And trust me, Alex, next time, I won’t hold back. That ass will be blistered eight ways to Sunday.”

Alex nodded frantically, his sobs choking his words as he stammered, “I-I understand, Lily… I promise, I’ll be good…”

Lily raised an eyebrow, her smirk softening into a look of cold satisfaction. “You’d better. Because you’re at my mercy now, Alex. And if you step out of line again, I’ll make sure you regret it even more than you do right now.”

Alex remained kneeling, his hands still on his head, as Lily’s words echoed in his ears—a humiliating reminder of the power she now held over him. He let out a choked sob, tears streaming down his face as he whimpered, “I-I promise, Lily! I won’t do it again! Please, just let me go!”

Lily kept him there, her smirk never fading. “No, I think you need a few more moments to really think about your behavior,” she said firmly. “I want you to remember exactly how this feels the next time you even think about bringing something like that into this house.”

Alex whimpered again, his entire body trembling as the heat and the humiliation overwhelmed him. Lily observed him with a satisfied expression.

“Alright,” she said after a moment, her tone dismissive. “You can get up now.”

Alex didn’t hesitate. He scrambled to his feet, away from the fire, his hands immediately flying to his burning bottom as he danced on the spot, clutching his cheeks and wincing in pain. The sudden movement only emphasized his discomfort, and his sobs grew louder as he tried in vain to soothe the fiery sting.

Lily burst out laughing, watching him with an amused grin. “Oh, stop being so dramatic, Alex. It’s just a little heat on top of a very well-deserved spanking. You’ll survive.”

Alex didn’t respond, too focused on his throbbing backside as he continued to clutch it, shifting his weight from one foot to the other in an effort to alleviate the discomfort. The combination of the spanking and the fire’s heat had left his cheeks unbearably sore, and his humiliation was only made worse by Lily’s mocking laughter.

“Go on, then,” Lily said, waving a hand dismissively. “Back upstairs. Stick that bum in a nice cold bath. And remember, Alex—I’m watching you. So you’d better stay in line, or we’ll be right back here again.”

Alex sniffled and nodded, his face burning with shame as he shuffled out of the room, his hands still clutching his bottom. Lily’s laughter followed him all the way up the stairs, a cruel reminder of the power she now held over him.

Cold Bath

Alex stumbled up the stairs as fast as his shaky legs would allow, his hands glued to his burning bottom. The fiery sting from the spanking and the added heat of the fire made his entire backside feel like it was on fire. His mind raced, desperate for relief. As soon as he reached the bathroom, he made a beeline for the tub.

Turning on the cold water, Alex let it run for a moment. He pulled off his socks and shirt—he was already otherwise bare from the waist down. He let the tub fill with several inches of icy water, the sound of it rushing into the porcelain basin filling the room as he paced awkwardly, still clutching his cheeks. Finally, when the water level was high enough, he carefully lowered himself into the tub.

The shock of the cold water made him gasp, his teeth chattering as the chill seeped into his skin. But the relief was immediate. The burning sting that had consumed him began to fade into a dull ache as the cold water soothed his tender, swollen bottom. Alex let out a long, shaky sigh, leaning back slightly against the cool edge of the tub. For the first time since the ordeal began, he felt a tiny semblance of comfort.

He closed his eyes, trying to block out the humiliation and pain of the afternoon, but his reprieve was short-lived. The bathroom door opened, and he froze, his eyes snapping open. There, leaning casually against the doorframe, was Lily.

She burst into laughter at the sight of him sitting in the tub, his knees drawn up and his arms crossed protectively over his chest. “Oh my God, Alex,” she said between fits of giggles. “I was kidding about the cold bath, but you actually did it? This is priceless.”

Alex’s face turned scarlet, his earlier relief vanishing as shame washed over him again. “L-Lily! Get out!” he stammered, his voice cracking as he shifted uncomfortably in the tub.

But Lily didn’t budge. Instead, she stepped further into the bathroom, her arms crossed and her grin widening. “I mean, I knew your bum was roasted, but I didn’t think you’d actually go this far. Look at you, sitting in a tub like a little kid.”

“Please, just leave me alone,” Alex pleaded, his voice trembling as he hugged his knees to his chest, trying to shield himself from her mocking gaze.

Lily shook her head, laughing again. “Oh, no, I’m enjoying this way too much. You’ve really outdone yourself this time. It’s like you’re determined to embarrass yourself.”

Alex didn’t respond, his tears threatening to spill again as he stared down at the water. The cold that had brought him relief now felt like a new source of humiliation under Lily’s scrutiny.

“So,” she continued, her tone mockingly casual, “is it true what they say about cold water and, you know… down below?”

Alex’s face turned crimson, his whole body stiffening. “L-Lily, please,” he muttered, his voice trembling, “just leave me alone.”

But Lily wasn’t going anywhere. She stepped closer, her smirk widening. “Oh, come on, Alex. I’m just curious. For science, you know. Does it, uh… shrink things?”

Alex whimpered, trying to sink lower into the water as his tears threatened to spill again. “Please, just go,” he begged, his voice cracking. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because it’s hilarious,” Lily shot back, crossing her arms as she peered down at him. “And after everything you’ve done, I think it’s only fair. Now, come on. Stand up. Let’s see if it’s true.”

Alex’s eyes widened in horror, and he shook his head frantically. “N-no! I’m not standing up! Lily, please—this is humiliating enough!”

Lily raised an eyebrow, her smirk never fading. “Alex, stand up. Now. Or do I need to get Mom involved? Tell her about your little Playboy magazine? Even without the evidence you know she’ll believe me.”

Defeated, Alex whimpered softly, his shoulders slumping as he realized he had no choice. His body trembled as he slowly pushed himself up from the water, the icy chill sending shivers down his spine. As he stood, the cold water dripped from his bare skin, pooling around his feet in the tub.

“That’s it. Hands at your sides,” she commanded, her voice firm. “Come on, don’t be shy. You weren’t shy about sneaking that magazine into the house, were you?”

Blushing furiously, Alex kept his hands at his sides, leaving himself completely exposed. The cold water had done its work, and his body betrayed him in the most humiliating way possible. He clenched his fists at his sides, his entire body trembling with shame as Lily’s eyes flicked downward.

“Oh my God,” she said, bursting into laughter. “It’s true! Look at that! I didn’t think it could get any smaller, but wow. That’s just… adorable.”

Alex let out a soft whimper, his face burning as tears spilled down his cheeks. “L-Lily, stop, please!” he cried, his voice cracking.

Lily wiped a tear of laughter from her eye, her grin widening. “What’s the matter, Alex? Feeling a little… inadequate right now? Or should I say, a lot?”

Alex’s sobs grew louder, his humiliation complete as he stood there, dripping wet and trembling. The icy water clinging to his skin felt unbearable, but the sting of Lily’s words cut even deeper.

Lily leaned forward, her gaze locked on the spectacle before her. “Oh, Alex,” she chuckled, her voice dripping with condescension, “you really are something else. That tight little wrinkled purse of yours looks like it's trying to hide from the world. It's almost as if it knows how embarrassing this is for you.” She circled the tub, her eyes never leaving his most private area.

Alex's body shook, a mixture of cold and shame washing over him. He tried to speak, to protest, but his voice was lost in the sobs that racked his chest. Lily, however, was far from finished.

Before Alex could react, Lily reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against his shrivelled sac. Her touch was gentle, yet it sent a shockwave through Alex’s body. He gasped, his eyes widening in surprise and embarrassment as Lily cupped his shrunken testicles in her hand.

“My, my,” she purred, her fingertips exploring the wrinkled skin. “They feel like tiny little walnuts. It's almost... cute.” Her grip tightened ever so slightly, and Alex let out a whimper, his body tensing under her touch.

Lily’s eyes flickered with a mix of curiosity and power as she continued her exploration. “I have to admit, Alex, there's something about having you at my mercy like this. It's... exhilarating.” She gave a light squeeze, watching as Alex’s face contorted in a mix of pain and shame. “And to think, such a big reaction from something so small.”

Alex’s breath came in ragged gasps, his humiliation complete as Lily played with his vulnerable testicles. The cold water had rendered them even more sensitive, and every touch, every squeeze, sent waves of discomfort and embarrassment coursing through his body.

“You see, Alex,” Lily said, her voice filled with a dark excitement, “this is what happens when you're naughty. You get put in your place, quite literally.” She released her grip, her fingers trailing along his inner thigh before pulling away completely. “Now, remember this feeling the next time you think about misbehaving.”

“Lily… no…”

“Alright, alright,” Lily said after a moment, stepping back and crossing her arms. “You can sit back down. But I hope this teaches you a lesson, Alex. Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before sneaking disgusting smut into the house and disrespecting women.”

Alex quickly sank back into the cold water, his hands flying to shield himself as he let out a shaky sigh of relief. But the damage was done—Lily’s mocking laughter echoed in his ears, a cruel reminder of the power she now held over him.

“Don’t take too long in there,” she added, smirking as she turned to leave. “Wouldn’t want Mom to catch you like this. She might think you’re trying to hide something.”

With one last smirk, she turned and left the bathroom, her laughter echoing down the hall as she closed the door behind her. Alex sat there, trembling in the cold water, his shame and humiliation overwhelming him. He buried his face in his hands, tears streaming down his cheeks as he realized just how powerless he was against his sister’s authority.

Reflection

Once dried and back in his room, Alex reflected back on his punishment.

Through everything, he couldn’t shake the image of himself, bent over the bed, crying like a child as Lily, his younger sister, paddled him mercilessly. The thought sent another wave of shame crashing over him. How had he let it get to this point? How had his sister, barely fourteen, come to feel so confident and entitled to discipline him—her older brother?

Alex moved to his bed, his legs trembling as he lay face down on the mattress, burying his face in his pillow. His sobs came quickly, muffled by the fabric as he let out all the pent-up embarrassment and frustration. His hands drifted back instinctively, rubbing at his well-paddled bottom, now hot and swollen from the cutting board Lily had wielded with such ease. The tender skin stung at the lightest touch, but he couldn’t stop himself from trying to soothe the ache.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Lily’s smirking face, her voice echoing in his mind: “Do you understand me? Women aren’t objects, Alex.” The memory of her standing over him, commanding him to tear apart his Playboy and feed it into the fire as he was completely bare beneath the waist made his stomach churn. She’d taken control so easily, so confidently, as though it was her rightful place to discipline him. His penis was hanging right out and she didn’t even seem to care.

“It’s not fair,” Alex whispered into his pillow, his voice thick with tears. “She’s my little sister… she shouldn’t be able to do this…”

But no matter how much he tried to convince himself, the reality was undeniable. Lily had done it. She’d spanked him like a naughty little boy, scolded him for his sins, and made him destroy his secret stash in the most humiliating way possible. And the worst part? He’d let her. He hadn’t fought back, hadn’t stood up for himself, because the fear of her telling their mom had been too great. She had even let her grab his testicles.

The humiliation cut deeper than any paddle or cutting board ever could. He was supposed to be the older sibling, the one in charge, the one with authority. Yet Lily had taken that authority from him effortlessly, turning him into a sobbing, obedient mess. The fact that she felt so free to discipline him, to treat him like a child, made his cheeks burn—not just the ones on his face, but the ones that still throbbed from her punishment.

Alex turned onto his side, wincing as the movement pulled at his tender skin. He hugged his pillow tightly, his tears soaking into the fabric as he continued to cry softly. The shame and pain swirled together, leaving him feeling small, powerless, and utterly humiliated. How was he ever supposed to look Lily in the eye again? How was he supposed to regain even a shred of his dignity after everything that had happened?

Lily Visits

As he lay there, his sobs eventually quieted into soft sniffles. The dull ache in his bottom refused to fade, a constant reminder of Lily’s newfound dominance over him. He couldn’t escape it—not the physical pain, not the emotional sting, and certainly not the knowledge that his little sister now saw him as someone she could punish whenever she saw fit.

Outside his door, Lily paused, smirking as she heard his pitiful crying. She leaned her ear closer, enjoying the sound for a moment before casually pushing the door open and stepping inside without knocking. Her grin widened at the sight of Alex sprawled on his stomach, his flaming red bare backside up in the air, fully visible.

“Alex,” she said, her tone light but laced with mockery. “Still crying? Oh, come on, don’t tell me you’re still upset. It’s over now, isn’t it?”

Alex stiffened at her voice, his sobs quieting slightly as he buried his face deeper into the pillow. “L-Lily, just go away,” he mumbled, his voice muffled and shaky.

Lily ignored him, stepping further into the room. Her eyes darted to the floor, where his pants and underpants lay in a crumpled heap. She shook her head with mock disapproval. “You haven’t even bothered to get dressed? I guess that sore bum of yours is keeping you from moving around much, huh?”

Alex turned his head slightly, his tear-streaked face visible as he whispered, “Why are you here? Haven’t you done enough?”

Lily tilted her head, pretending to think. “I just wanted to check on you, big brother,” she said, smirking as she perched herself on the edge of his bed. “I mean, I feel so bad about what I had to do to you.” Her smirk deepened as she added, “But hey, you brought this on yourself. That’s what happens when you’re naughty, right? You’re just lucky I caught you and not Mom.”

Alex whimpered softly, his voice trembling. “L-Lily, please, and you won’t tell Mom, will you? I swear, I’ve learned my lesson. Don’t tell her, please.”

Lily’s grin widened, and she raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell Mom, huh?” she repeated, her tone teasing as she leaned closer. “Well, you’re lucky we destroyed the evidence in the fireplace, so she doesn’t need to know… unless, of course, you’ve got more magazines hidden somewhere?”

Alex shook his head frantically, his tear-filled eyes wide with panic. “No! I don’t—I swear, Lily, that was the only one! I don’t have any more!”

“Good,” Lily said, her tone mockingly sweet. “Because you know what would happen to this poor little bum of yours if Mom found out, right?”

Without warning, she placed a hand lightly on his sore, swollen bottom, patting it condescendingly. Alex flinched, letting out a small whimper as the touch reignited the sting. “This bum,” she said, giving it another gentle, deliberate pat, “would fare a lot worse if Mom got involved. You know that, don’t you?”

Alex buried his face back into the pillow, his voice muffled as he sobbed, “I know! I know! Please, Lily, don’t tell her!”

Lily smirked, standing and brushing her hands together as if finishing a job well done. “Relax, Alex. As long as you’ve been honest about not having any more magazines, you’re safe. But I’ll be doing spot checks from time to time. Don’t think you can ever hide anything from me. And if I do find anything else, or if I catch you doing anything like this again…” She let the threat hang in the air, her gaze stern.

“I won’t! I promise!” Alex cried, his voice cracking with desperation. “I’ll never do it again, I swear!”

“Good,” Lily said with a satisfied nod. “Because if I have to deal with this again, Alex, you’ll be wishing I just told Mom instead. Now turn over. Let’s see if your ‘little bits’ have recovered from your ice bath earlier.”

Alex’s face flushed with renewed humiliation. “L-Lily, no! Please! Can’t you just leave me alone?” he whimpered, clutching the pillow tighter as though it could shield him from her gaze.

Lily crossed her arms, her smirk deepening. “Alex, don’t make me repeat myself.”

Tears welled up in Alex’s eyes as he hesitated. He hated how powerless he felt, how easily Lily could manipulate him. Slowly, with trembling hands, he shifted onto his side and then onto his back, wincing as his tender bottom brushed against the mattress. Fully exposed, his face burned as he stared at the ceiling, avoiding Lily’s gaze.

Lily leaned over, her eyes narrowing as she inspected him with exaggerated scrutiny. “Hmm,” she said thoughtfully, tilting her head as she examined him closely. She reached out and moved his penis aside for a better look. “Well, it looks like everything’s back to normal now,” she declared with mock satisfaction. “Good to know the cold bath didn’t do any permanent damage. Goodness knows you’re not working with much to begin with.”

Alex let out a choked sob, his entire body trembling with humiliation. “P-please, Lily…”

Lily straightened up, placing her hands on her hips as she looked down at him with mock authority. “Oh, Alex, don’t be such a baby. I’m just joking… ‘sorta. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Consider this part of my… quality control. I’d say you’re good as new.”

With that, she left the room, closing the door behind her. Alex lay motionless on the bed, his sobs slowly subsiding as the humiliation and pain of the day settled into him. The sting in his bottom and the shame of his punishment served as a painful reminder of what had just happened—and what could happen again if he ever stepped out of line.

[To be continued…]