I nervously made my way into Cyrus's office. I looked around, noticing the interior of the office. Brown and black. Anything dark seemed to be his favorite. Even his room was black. I was probably the reason why he had a pink blanket. "Here for your punishment, buttercup?" He asked, looking up from his paperwork. I took a seat in front of him. "Come on, Cyrus, you're serious about this? You wouldn't want to see your baby sister crying, would you?" I tried to escape the punishment. Cyrus let go of his pen with a chuckle as he stood up and with calculated steps, he went to lock the door of his office.
"I hate to see you cry, little girl, but the only tears I will ever bring to your gorgeous eyes are only going to be tears of happiness and ones of intense dark pleasure." He was by now bent over behind me, leaning in and whispering into my ear. Shocked, I turned to look at him, only to see that his eyes had darkened. I noticed that his voice was much more deeper when he whispered. Was this my elder brother? Was this Cyrus Jackson, my favorite brother? And why was I aroused? "Do I have the permission to carry out my promise, buttercup?" He asked in a sensual voice.
I stared at him, dumbfounded. He smirked and continued talking, "I mean, you are free to say no." He shrugged. "Yes." I replied. "Yes, what?" He teased and a glare crept up to my face towards him. "Yes, you have the permission to carry out your promise, sir." I responded affirmatively. He stood up right and grabbed me by the neck, not too roughly but not gently either. The slutty side of me, found it hot and sexy. He pulled me closer to himself and asked in a whisper, "what's your safe word, buttercup?" He lowered his head to the crook of my neck.
My safe word? What did he mean by a safe word? As if reading my mind, he replied, his hot breath, fanning my skin, "a word that you say once my actions get uncomfortable, princess. It can be any word, love." I held on to the coat of his suit as I tried to think of a word. How could I think when he was literally trailing wet kisses down my neck to my collar bone. "Uhm… f-food?" I said, uncertain. His chest vibrated with a deep chuckle as he teased, "food? I could work with that. Now, your punishment begins. Remember to say the safe word if it gets freaky." He said. "Yes." I responded.
He let go of me and I unconsciously whimpered at the loss of his warmth. He took off his coat and tie, unbuttoned three buttons on his shirt, then rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his tattooed veiny forearms. He walked to the couch in the office and sat, relatively spreading his legs. Raising his right hand, he motioned for me to come to him with two fingers. This was so wrong but it felt so right! First of all, he was my elder brother. Secondly, he was my teacher as well as my principal. It was so wrong.
However, my legs moved on their own accord and once I had gotten to him, he pulled me unto his lap. I was now lying over his lap on my stomach. He raised the hoodie unto my waist. Cold air caused goosebumps to erupt on the skin of my exposed ass. "You ready?" He asked and I nodded. I didn't expect him to land a hard smack on my ass cheek. I gasped at the sweet sensation that traveled straight to my core as my body moved with a jolt. "When I ask you a question, you will answer me in words, are we clear?" He growled out while he held my ponytail in his strong grip. "Yes, s-sir!" I called out in a moan before I could stop myself.
Embarrassed, I bit my lip. Cyrus chuckled and said, "now, with every single smack, you will count. Since it's your first time, I'm going to spank you ten times. Failure to count correctly and I am starting, you got that, buttercup?" I nearly nodded before I remembered his warning. "Yes, sir." I just couldn't believe myself. Then he began. First smack, "o-one". I stuttered in a moan. After four more smacks, I was already feeling wet between my legs and I wished he would touch me there. I was a moaning mess and I kept arching my back, pushing my ass towards his hand so he touch me more. Thankfully, his office was soundproof so no one could hear us. Tears flowed from the intense pleasure he was giving me. "You are so perfect yet you are a forbidden fruit I'm not supposed to have", he whispered, his deep voice, filled with awe. Once he was done spanking me, he rubbed my sore ass to sooth the pain that came with it.
"You want me to touch you, buttercup?" He asked. "Yes, sir, please touch me." I literally begged but he chuckled and replied, "no, princess." I immediately stood up, annoyed. "Cyrus!" He laughed at the sight of me. "Now, now, buttercup, you don't want Xavier coming to see his elder brother fingering his little sister, do you?" He asked teasingly and I felt my face flush even more. This man. Stomping my foot, I stormed out of his office. I met Xavier and Clarissa outside. Clarissa ran to me. "Where were you, Aelia and why is your face flushed? We went to Cyrus's office but it was locked. He's not at the staff room either. We were supposed to go shopping, remember?" I felt guilty for lying to my best friend but I couldn't just reveal to her that we had been in his office doing stuff that siblings were not supposed to be doing.
"I-i went to walk around. Come on, let's go." I pulled her towards our car. Xavier looked at me and shook his head as he entered the car. I hope he hadn't heard us or suspected us. "Let's go." I said to Uncle Sam. "What about Cyrus?" Xavier asked. "He will be fine on his own, let's go, please, Uncle Sam, I need a shower." I said. Without a word, Uncle Sam started the car and drove out of campus. Cyrus could go fuck himself for all I cared.