The Brats Reckoning.

[Ko****]

She knew she was testing him.
That was the whole point.

Daddy’s instructions had been simple, stay kneeling by the bed until I return, hands behind your back, eyes down, and don’t move. Nothing complicated, nothing outside the brat’s skill set. But the quiet in the room gnawed at her patience, her restless energy bubbling until it spilled over.

First it was a shift of her weight, then a roll of her eyes. And finally, as though daring him, she stood and strutted across the room to sprawl across his chair, arms crossed, lips curled into a smirk.

The door opened.

He froze in the doorway, the sight of her sprawled out where she shouldn’t be igniting the slow burn of something dangerous. “You really want to play this game with me tonight, don’t you, little girl?” His voice was steady, deep, that dark timber she both loved and dreaded.

Her smirk only widened. “Maybe I got bored waiting.”

“Bored?” His steps were deliberate as he entered, shutting the door with a sharp click behind him. “So you thought the best choice was to disobey me?”

She shrugged, feigning nonchalance though her pulse quickened. “I thought the best choice was to make you pay attention.”

That did it. In two strides he was in front of her, looming, his presence swallowing up all her false bravado. One strong hand gripped her chin, tilting her face upward. “You know the rules. You don’t get to demand my attention. You earn it.”

Her tongue flicked across her lips. “Maybe I like pushing until you break.”

His eyes hardened, a storm barely leashed. “Oh, sweetheart… I don’t break. You do.”

Before she could retort, he yanked her from the chair, dragging her across the room with effortless control. She gasped, stumbling, her bratty confidence faltering as he hauled her over his lap on the edge of the bed.

“You had clear instructions. You ignored them. That means punishment.” His palm cracked down across her ass, sharp and stinging. She let out a squeal that was half-protest, half-delight.

“You can’t just—”

Smack.
“Oh, I can.”

The spanking was relentless, each strike punctuated by his low growl, forcing her body to jolt and squirm. Her attempts to wriggle away only earned harsher blows, his hand branding her skin with discipline.

When her brattiness bubbled up again “That’s all you’ve got?” he paused. Dangerous silence filled the room.

“Oh, baby girl. You just signed yourself up for more.”

He reached for the belt hanging from the closet door, sliding it free with an ominous hiss. Her breath caught.

“You wanted my attention,” he murmured, folding the leather in half with a deliberate snap. “Now you’ve got all of it.”

The first lash made her yelp, fire streaking across her ass. The next made her toes curl. The rhythm built, her body writhing beneath his grip, every strike eroding her defiance. He didn’t stop until her bravado melted into desperate whimpers, the fight drained from her muscles.

When he finally stilled, he leaned close, his lips brushing her ear. “Next time I give you an order, you’ll think twice about disobedience.”

Her voice was ragged, trembling. “Yes, Daddy.”

But he wasn’t done. Not yet. “On your knees.”

Her body obeyed before her brain caught up, trembling as she slid down from his lap, knees sinking into the carpet. Her smart mouth was silent now, lips parted as she tried to catch her breath.

“Look at you,” he said, voice roughened with authority, with satisfaction. “All that fire, all that fight… and now you’re exactly where you belong.”

Her lashes fluttered, the brat finally quieted, her body humming from the sting and heat of discipline. For once, she didn’t need to push, didn’t need to fight. The release washed through her sweet, aching surrender that left her pliant, soft, his.

He cupped her chin, tilting her gaze up to meet his. “That’s my good girl. Daddy doesn’t break. But you? You let me strip away every bit of that defiance until only the truth was left.”

Her lips trembled into a faint, exhausted smile. “Yes, Daddy.”

His thumb stroked her cheek, his tone softening now that the storm had passed. “There it is… the release you were begging for the whole time, even if you didn’t know it.”

Her eyes closed, relief rolling through her chest as she leaned into his hand. The brat was gone, for now, replaced by the girl who needed discipline to feel safe, held, and seen.

And he let her stay there, basking in the glow of surrender.

[tr****]

Absolutely sexy I love it

[My****]

Nicely done! Commendable writing 👏

[me****]

Thank you 💋