The Brat In Her

Thursday at 08:29 PM

The inspection

Standing in front of the mirror, you inspect yourself closely. The daylight from the open window gleams off your body, still wet from your shower. You twist your hips one way, then the other, filled with hope, and find the marks are finally gone.
"Good! Time to get more," you say to the smiling reflection in the mirror.
You might have been a little too much of a brat to Daddy last time. Every time you sat down for the last couple of days, you were sharply reminded. Searching through your closet for the perfect outfit to tease him, you finally settle on a black mini dress with spaghetti straps.
You shrug on a red thong—knowing full well it is completely against Daddy's rules—and slowly pull the dress over your head and into place. Inspecting the fit, you catch the naughty twinkle and half-cocked smile on your face and laugh. You can't help it; the sheer excitement of breaking his rules rushes through you. You rub your butt and give it a quick spank, making sure the tenderness has completely faded. The smile that creeps onto your face is a mix of pure excitement and a little bit of ***. Such a delightful feeling.
As you walk out of the room, you can't help but wonder just how much punishment you will be able to endure tonight.

The Arrival

You hear a knock exactly at 8:00 PM. He is always on time. Your heart quickens, and you take a couple of deep breaths to steady yourself. A quick glance in the mirror proves the underwear line is visibly showing. You give yourself a knowing wink before opening the door.
"Daddy!" you gasp breathlessly as his strong, loving arms immediately embrace you.
His kiss melts you instantly, and for a split second, you wonder if breaking the rules was actually a good idea. He picks you up in his arms and carries you over the threshold, sliding you down the front of his slacks, slowly. You feel the intense heat of his body against yours, and a deep craving begins to grow inside you.
"Have you been a good girl?" he asks.
Tears of excitement begin to well up, and you give him the best Bambi look you can muster, suddenly regretting your need to be a brat. His presence melts your heart completely, and now all you want to do is please him. But it’s already too late.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I couldn't help it," you whisper.
He lets go of you and steps back, a look of strict concern on his face. Slowly, his eyes scan down your body. You feel his gaze on you like lasers, awakening every nerve ending. Your heartbeat quickens, your breasts begin to swell, and your knees feel weak. When his eyes stop at your waist, you know he sees it.
His eyes darken. His brow furrows. You see his jaw begin to clench.
"Please, Daddy," you beg.
"Take them off," he commands, his voice deep, dark, and authoritative.

Pushing the Line

You want to. You need to. But you know the punishment is already coming anyway, so why not play the brat just a little longer?
A tiny smile creeps onto the corners of your mouth. You slowly move your hands up against your breasts—partly to tease him, but mostly to calm the aching swelling of your nipples. You can feel yourself getting soaked, squirming silently against the heat between your thighs.
"But Daddy, they are cute and red. Don't you want to see?"
You watch his reaction intently, wondering how much further you can push him. He stands there, staring at you. For what feels like hours—but is only a few seconds—the tension builds. Finally, he walks toward you, deliberately unbuckling and removing his belt. As he gets close, his towering presence looms over you. You catch the scent of his cologne; it’s your absolute favorite.
He gently grabs your chin, lifting it to meet his lips. His kiss is slow, deliberate, and fiercely passionate. Goosebumps rise over your entire body. He takes your head in his hands, supporting you, looks deep into your eyes, and murmurs, "You know bad girls get punished."
Slowly, his hand moves to your throat. Your heart slams into the back of your rib cage. Your red panties are completely soaked by now. His grip is strong, lifting you up onto your tippy-toes. You let out a soft moan as you feel his strength squeezing just enough to dominate you.
"Take them off before I take them off you."
His blue eyes look incredibly dark. His presence is so overwhelming that you want to do exactly what you're told—but not just yet. He kisses your forehead, then roughs up your lips with another kiss, unable to help himself. It softens you a little. You know he is thoroughly enjoying this game, and it makes you feel so alive. Your thighs tremble as your mind wanders to what he’s about to do to you.
Unable to look away from his stunning eyes, you blindly reach forward and find his throbbing cock underneath his slacks. You unbutton his pants and lower the zipper. As he emerges, your soft hands tease and stroke him slowly. A glimmer of triumph shows in your eyes as you see his gaze soften just a fraction. You know exactly how to touch him. His grip loosens on your neck, and you start feeling bolder. Maybe you won't get punished after all. They really are cute underwear.

The Consequence

He leans forward and kisses you again. Your body responds completely, a deep, growing sensation climbing from your feet all the way up your spine, making you shake. Your hands move quicker, more urgently. You want him inside you so badly.
His hand moves away from your throat to explore your swollen breasts, his fingers gliding roughly across your erect nipples. Uncontrollable moans escape your lips. The fleeting thought crosses your mind that you actually got away with breaking the rules, and the anxious rush begins to subside. A smug smile creeps back onto your face as you open your eyes.
But any thought of escaping punishment vanishes the instant you look at him.
The darkness has returned to his eyes, colder and heavier than before. Your breath catches in your throat. Your heart races. Before you can even react, his hand reaches to the back of your head, grabs a firm clump of your hair, and pulls.
Immediately, your hands snap down, clenching into fists. Your head snaps back against his absolute strength. A fierce throbbing pulses between your legs.
"Sit down, or I'll make you," he bellows.
His voice is so deep and commanding that you can feel how serious he is. You are already dropping down onto the couch before he even finishes the sentence.
"Yes, Daddy," you whimper.
He kisses you again, passionately, and then delivers a sharp slap to your cheek. The heat wells up on your face, and your excitement skyrockets. Your leg begins to shake uncontrollably, and he places a strong, rough hand against it to still you.
Slowly, he hitches your dress up and over your hips, exposing the soaking wet red panties. He gazes at them for a long time. You sit there completely motionless, knowing he is deciding your fate. Countless wicked possibilities flood your mind in the silence.
"I'll be good, Daddy, I swear," you plead, your voice trembling.
"Well, you obviously need a reminder of what happens to bad girls who break my rules," he replies.
Your mouth goes completely dry. Your pulse pounds heavily in your neck, and your clit throbs ***fully for him. Swallowing hard, you manage to whisper, "Yes, Daddy."
Slowly, he runs his hands over the fabric. You feel his fingers glide over your soaked, aching center. You spread your legs and thrust upward, desperate for the pleasure of his touch.
Then, his strong hands violently rip the fabric apart.
Exposing you completely, he ***fully removes the torn remnants of your underwear and slides his fingers up your inner thigh. You moan loudly as he buries his fingers inside you, sending electric pulses through your body and making your breasts throb. He has you so incredibly close already.
He leans down to your ear, kissing your earlobe, and growls, "Get up."
You do as you're told, quickly and quietly. You know you're in deep trouble now. You stand posed and ready, but your shaking hands give away your anticipation. He places his hand over yours, calming your tremors, before turning you around. He kisses the back of your neck and gently ***s you to bend over at the waist.
The couch supports you as you stick your butt high up in the air. You clench your teeth behind a wicked, breathless smile, knowing exactly what is coming next. You can't wait.
Slowly, you hear the sound of him picking up his discarded belt.