Brat’s What You Deserve

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Look, I get it. I was being cheeky. Bratty, even. And yes, maybe I was being bratty for four days straight, taking advantage of my slight head cold because I knew he wouldn’t punish me while I was sick. Maybe I got a little drunk on the prospect of being above the law.Each time I acted out, he’d shoot me a look of warning and I would think, Oh, he won’t forget this. This will get me in trouble. Then I would contemplate amending my ways but ultimately decided against it. After all, I was sick and bored. What else is a girl to do but torment her daddy?So, fine. I was being a brat too long and with too much enthusiasm, but… ‘But I was sick,’ I protest. I’m kneeling on the floor of our room, completely naked, my arms bound behind my back. Rope encircles my torso, digging into the soft flesh of my breasts. The cool air caresses my nipples and I wriggle in my bindings, staring up at him pleadingly. He made me wait two days after my sniffles were gone before playing and I’m already impatient. I want to be bent over and fucked already, not bound and berated. ‘I had immunity from being punished.’He raises his eyebrows. ‘That’s definitely not how it works.’ He clears his throat and begins to list my transgressions, referring to a sheet of notebook paper. ‘“Got Daddy hard in the doctor’s waiting almanbahis şikayet room, then giggled until she was called in for her appointment.”’‘That was the cold medicine,’ I say defensively. His expression, halfway between unimpressed and businesslike, turns me on more than it should.‘“Refused to adhere to bedtime three nights in a row, despite being sick and needing to rest.”’I pout. ‘I’d slept all day. I wasn’t tired yet.’‘“Ate stale cookies for dinner instead of the soup Daddy made. Twice.”’Ugh.‘“Snuck into Daddy’s toy box while he was working, stole a vibrator, and came three times without permission.”’Yeah, that was naughty. I would not have confessed to that had I known I could be held liable for my actions.‘“Said ‘make me’ six times—on average—per day.”’ He pauses and shakes his head. ‘I kept count.’I grimace.He tosses the paper and walks over slowly, leaning down to stroke my face. ‘Naughty little brat,’ he coos, in the same voice he uses to call me a good girl. The contrast between his tone and his words heralds what will no doubt be a night-long mind fuck. ‘And look at you now, all tied up and helpless. Poor baby. I’m going to make you regret being so naughty.’ He pats my cheek hard—not quite a slap, but forceful enough to sting. My pussy clenches and a soft moan escapes almanbahis canlı casino me. ‘You like that, huh? Dirty girl.’ He slaps my cheek again, then grabs my face in one hand as he crouches down.Pink-cheeked and desperately turned on, I lean forward, hoping for a kiss. He laughs at me, holding my face still. ‘Don’t be silly. I’m not giving you what you want for a long while yet.’ He slides his boot between my knees and pushes them apart. ‘Oh, you’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you? Already so wet.’ He strokes the inside of my thigh, slick with my arousal, drawing lines of fire closer and closer and—Slap.Just as his fingers neared my pussy, he stopped and instead landed a stinging smack to the inside of my thigh.My eyes water as the sensitive skin flushes red. ‘Rude,’ I mutter, earning myself another smack. ‘You stay right there, princess.’ He smirks, patting my stinging cheek.He rises and disappears behind me. I’m breathing so heavily, flushed with arousal and frustration, I barely hear him rummaging around in a drawer. He returns with my vibrator and a short length of rope. I squirm in anticipation, but reality sets in quickly. If he were feeling generous, the sight of the vibrator would be a good one. But he’s not feeling generous tonight.‘Let’s make a deal,’ almanbahis casino I say, trying to sound imperious as he crouches down to bind the vibrator to my thigh. ‘You get this little power trip over and done with quickly and I’ll let you fuck me.’ My voice strains toward the end as he presses the vibrator firmly against my clit. He hasn’t even turned it on, but my hips rock against it automatically, desperate for some friction.‘You’ll let me fuck you,’ he repeats. His smile is humourless and the sight of his steely eyes almost knocks the breath out of me. He’s very much in control here and I am very much in trouble. I swallow a moan. ‘Princess, you’re not letting me do anything. I can do whatever I want,’ he flicks the vibrator on and I cry out at the wave of sensation, ‘whenever I want,’ he turns it up a notch and my hands ball into fists behind my back, ‘however I want.’ It’s been so long since we’ve played and I am so turned on already that my orgasm approaches swiftly, heat spreading through my body as my hips rock shamelessly against the vibrator.‘Oh—oh—Daddy, can I please—’He turns it off.I almost fall forward as my body sags, but he catches me and sits me upright. ‘You’re just a helpless little girl with no control,’ he tells me. His voice sounds muted as desperate indignation over my stolen orgasm floods through me. A needy whimper escapes me. ‘You don’t get to come unless I allow it.’ He leans closer, his thumb gently stroking my throat. ‘And I don’t allow it, because you’re a naughty brat who doesn’t deserve to come.’

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