Naughty Little Brat: A Lesson in Pleasure

Being a naughty little brat is my calling, and I always follow through.

A few nights ago, I went to a bar I recognized while on my last summer break from college. It had been two years since I’d seen my best friend in person and I was excited to see her. I’d gotten all ready in a tempting black dress and was being a naughty little brat to any man that hit on me, even though I liked the attention.

That lasted until the bar tender, reached over and grabbed my chin, making me look at him. He said. “I know how to take care of naughty little brats.” I arched an eyebrow and rolled my eyes. “Sure you do, old man. I bet trying to tame me would mess your back up.”

“Oh no,” he said with a wicked smile. “I have a firm hand and a whole lot of patience, perfect for naughty little brats like you.”

He was older, sexy and stacked and I knew he was my best friend’s dad. Clearly, he didn’t know who I was, but he was the reason I had a thing for older, capable, stern men. He was the reason I loved being a naughty little brat and I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.

“You can try, but unless you tame me, you’ll only get more sass from this naughty little brat,” I answered. “I only need fifteen minutes to make a naughty little brat obedient,” he assured before telling someone else he was going on break. He looked at me. “Try being a good girl and following me.”

“Make me,” I ordered.

That’s all it took. He snared my wrist, put me over his shoulder and spanked me hard for everyone to see. I gasped. I’d been a naughty little brat for years but no one had taken initiative like that. He spanked me with every step until he set me down in a supply closet. He turned me around and made my put my hands on the wall I was facing.

“Naughty little brats don’t get to cum. Are you sure you want to keep being disobedient?” he asked while pulling my dress up over my hips and palming my ass.

I laughed and looked back at him. “It’s more fun.” He freed his belt from his pants and swatted my ass with it twice, the crack echoing. The bite of his leather belt made me so wet, made me feel so wild. I’d been spanked before. I liked it. It didn’t make me want to be anything but a naughty little brat. But my stranger then turned his belt and slid it over my slit, forcing my panties between my pussy lips. I ground down on his belt, wanting to make myself cum like the naughty little brat I was.

“I can fuck all the sass out of your mouth, can make you a good girl by fucking your pussy, but you don’t get either until you decide not to be a naughty little brat,” he warned. “Do your worst,” I ordered. He did. His hand collared my throat while he worked me up with his fingers. He edged me again and again, always asking if I still wanted to be a naughty brat until I couldn’t take it anymore. His belt was looped around my throat so he could tease me with breath play, my legs were shaking, my panties soaked.

“I’ll be good!” I finally howled.

“Oh? My naughty little brat wants my cock?” He asked, grinding against my ass. “Yes!” I begged. “I’ll be good. I want your cock, sir.” He spun me around, put me on my knees, and made me prove I could be good. He fucked my throat raw, until I was drooling, moaning, and had gone from naughty little brat to obedient little slut.

But he wasn’t finished with me there. He spun me around, putting me back against the wall and stuffed all nine inches of his cock into me from behind. He owned my pussy, telling me again and again that he wouldn’t be gentle with a naughty little brat. And I didn’t want him to be. He spanked me while he fucked me and then pushed me over the edge the second he tightened his belt around my throat.

It’s the fastest I’ve ever come, but that’s how worked up I get being a naughty little brat. We put each other back together, went to the bar and I met up with my best friend. Naughty little brat I was, I kept teasing my best friend’s dad with innuendo right in front of her until he was all worked up and ready to go again.

Naughty little brats are addictive and we always want more. We are greedy for more, and it is almost as addictive as being a naughty little brat!

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