u/Sir-Spanks-alot

Lacey and I were on a “break”.

Her stressful job, spending almost all of our nights together, the fact that she was mine (and was still adjusting to that fate) all combined to overwhelm her. Our relationship was still fairly new, and intense. I didn’t blame her. Her need for what I did with...to...her could be overwhelming I’m sure.

Big feelings are hard to process when you are used to being the one in control, the one making the important choices, the life or death decisions in some cases.

So when she told me she needed some time to be herself, I accepted it. We are all adults...sort of, here. So I stepped back for a few weeks. We had exchanged texts, she felt that was safe enough, but I hadn’t seen her since that day. They say that “absence makes the heart grow fonder”, they undersell it with that trite phrase. It just stoked the fires of need, worship and lust to new heights, but I gave her the space she wanted, until tonight.

Don’t blame me, I was at one of my normal restaurants, sampling the grilled octopus appetizer when she walked in with someone, who, to my eye, appeared to not be me. After a second look, it definitely wasn’t me, solidifying in my mind I wasn’t having some sort of out-of-body experience. Neither Lacey nor Not-Me looked my way when they walked in, and were eventually led to a table towards nearer the bathrooms, which immediately lowered my already rock bottom opinion on this other man.

Lacey looked amazing, though she’d have to try hard not to. A grey, almost silver long sleeve sweater dress hugged her body, falling to her knees with a small slit up the side. The neckline plunged low, but not tawdry, sexy without sacrificing class. Black boots and black hose covered her dancer’s legs, drawing the eye. I let my eyes creep up and eye fuck the hell out of that gorgeous ass as she walked out of sight.

“So this is what we are doing is it?”

She knows damn well this is my place. I introduced her to Mariscos De Sol, best seafood in town. Her dinner the night before our first night out was “a hard cider”, before that? A cold cut sandwich. My point is she was too busy and stressed to step back and enjoy the finer things in life, like this octopus, which not even Lacey showing up with someone could ruin, though it was a near thing. I still made sure to finish it quicker than normal, so she couldn’t taint it’s memory.

I called the waiter over and asked for another beer, something cheap and American, because I can. I needed to keep my wits about me. I wasn’t about to lose control when obviously games are afoot.

“Check that, bring me two.” I tell him.

I stood up as he walked away and headed to the restroom. I didn’t bother to sneak, this is my domain, as I made my way past where Lacey and her date were sitting, I didn’t even look beyond marking their location. Business completed, I washed my hands and stepped out into the dim hallway, almost immediately running into Lacey.

Her eyes got wide, but not in way that indicated she was surprised to see me, more the unexpected location. As if she knew I may be here, but not where she wanted to meet me. She stepped back against the wall.

Without a conscious thought, my hand reached to grab Lacey by the throat, claiming, the slightest pressure to remind her it was there, with minimal force, pushing her against the wall. I stepped forward into her space and stared into her eyes, listening to the hitch in her breath as I took physical control of her.

“You know this is my favorite place, kitten.” I said, moving my lips near her ear. “Did you really bring some fuck boy here?”

Lacey’s breathing quickened, “He’s a coworker, another DOCTOR. Not some...fuck boy.”

I laughed, my hand reaching down to her thigh and sliding up the outside of hose, nails scraping along the hemline of her dress. “He can’t give you what you need, little one. He’ll disappoint you, leave you wanting. Wishing.” With the last word my hand moved up, pulling the dress up with my hand, exposing now bare skin.

“Oh you good little slut, thigh highs? You know those are my favorite.” I tell her.

She sputters, “They aren’t for you!”

“Oh OK kitten, I believe you completely.” I give her in my most sarcastic voice. “I definitely would find my favorite pair of green panties under there would I?”

“N...no. No you wouldn’t,” she said, stuttering before finding the her groove.

I smiled at her, my free hand tugging the front of her dress lower, exposing the top of her delicious C cups. I leaned down and sunk my teeth into the top of one breast, biting and nibbling before sucking it, marking it, claiming it as mine.

Her groan and whimpers were instinctual, inadvertent and entirely out of her control. Bright red, fading to pink where my teeth had dug in, I pulled her dress up and covered it up.

“OK kitten, keep running.” I said, releasing her and heading back to my table, leaving her propped up by the dim hallway wall.

Lacey and I were on a “break”.

Her stressful job, spending almost all of our nights together, the fact that she was mine (and was still adjusting to that fate) all combined to overwhelm her. Our relationship was still fairly new, and intense. I didn’t blame her. Her need for what I did with...to...her could be overwhelming I’m sure.

Big feelings are hard to process when you are used to being the one in control, the one making the important choices, the life or death decisions in some cases.

So when she told me she needed some time to be herself, I accepted it. We are all adults...sort of, here. So I stepped back for a few weeks. We had exchanged texts, she felt that was safe enough, but I hadn’t seen her since that day. They say that “absence makes the heart grow fonder”, they undersell it with that trite phrase. It just stoked the fires of need, worship and lust to new heights, but I gave her the space she wanted, until tonight.

Don’t blame me, I was at one of my normal restaurants, sampling the grilled octopus appetizer when she walked in with someone, who, to my eye, appeared to not be me. After a second look, it definitely wasn’t me, solidifying in my mind I wasn’t having some sort of out-of-body experience. Neither Lacey nor Not-Me looked my way when they walked in, and were eventually led to a table towards nearer the bathrooms, which immediately lowered my already rock bottom opinion on this other man.

Lacey looked amazing, though she’d have to try hard not to. A grey, almost silver long sleeve sweater dress hugged her body, falling to her knees with a small slit up the side. The neckline plunged low, but not tawdry, sexy without sacrificing class. Black boots and black hose covered her dancer’s legs, drawing the eye. I let my eyes creep up and eye fuck the hell out of that gorgeous ass as she walked out of sight.

“So this is what we are doing is it?”

She knows damn well this is my place. I introduced her to Mariscos De Sol, best seafood in town. Her dinner the night before our first night out was “a hard cider”, before that? A cold cut sandwich. My point is she was too busy and stressed to step back and enjoy the finer things in life, like this octopus, which not even Lacey showing up with someone could ruin, though it was a near thing. I still made sure to finish it quicker than normal, so she couldn’t taint it’s memory.

I called the waiter over and asked for another beer, something cheap and American, because I can. I needed to keep my wits about me. I wasn’t about to lose control when obviously games are afoot.

“Check that, bring me two.” I tell him.

I stood up as he walked away and headed to the restroom. I didn’t bother to sneak, this is my domain, as I made my way past where Lacey and her date were sitting, I didn’t even look beyond marking their location. Business completed, I washed my hands and stepped out into the dim hallway, almost immediately running into Lacey.

Her eyes got wide, but not in way that indicated she was surprised to see me, more the unexpected location. As if she knew I may be here, but not where she wanted to meet me. She stepped back against the wall.

Without a conscious thought, my hand reached to grab Lacey by the throat, claiming, the slightest pressure to remind her it was there, with minimal force, pushing her against the wall. I stepped forward into her space and stared into her eyes, listening to the hitch in her breath as I took physical control of her.

“You know this is my favorite place, kitten.” I said, moving my lips near her ear. “Did you really bring some fuck boy here?”

Lacey’s breathing quickened, “He’s a coworker, another DOCTOR. Not some...fuck boy.”

I laughed, my hand reaching down to her thigh and sliding up the outside of hose, nails scraping along the hemline of her dress. “He can’t give you what you need, little one. He’ll disappoint you, leave you wanting. Wishing.” With the last word my hand moved up, pulling the dress up with my hand, exposing now bare skin.

“Oh you good little slut, thigh highs? You know those are my favorite.” I tell her.

She sputters, “They aren’t for you!”

“Oh OK kitten, I believe you completely.” I give her in my most sarcastic voice. “I definitely would find my favorite pair of green panties under there would I?”

“N...no. No you wouldn’t,” she said, stuttering before finding the her groove.

I smiled at her, my free hand tugging the front of her dress lower, exposing the top of her delicious C cups. I leaned down and sunk my teeth into the top of one breast, biting and nibbling before sucking it, marking it, claiming it as mine.

Her groan and whimpers were instinctual, inadvertent and entirely out of her control. Bright red, fading to pink where my teeth had dug in, I pulled her dress up and covered it up.

“OK kitten, keep running.” I said, releasing her and heading back to my table, leaving her propped up by the dim hallway wall.

Lacey and I were on a “break”.

Her stressful job, spending almost all of our nights together, the fact that she was mine (and was still adjusting to that fate) all combined to overwhelm her. Our relationship was still fairly new, and intense. I didn’t blame her. Her need for what I did with...to...her could be overwhelming I’m sure.

Big feelings are hard to process when you are used to being the one in control, the one making the important choices, the life or death decisions in some cases.

So when she told me she needed some time to be herself, I accepted it. We are all adults...sort of, here. So I stepped back for a few weeks. We had exchanged texts, she felt that was safe enough, but I hadn’t seen her since that day. They say that “absence makes the heart grow fonder”, they undersell it with that trite phrase. It just stoked the fires of need, worship and lust to new heights, but I gave her the space she wanted, until tonight.

Don’t blame me, I was at one of my normal restaurants, sampling the grilled octopus appetizer when she walked in with someone, who, to my eye, appeared to not be me. After a second look, it definitely wasn’t me, solidifying in my mind I wasn’t having some sort of out-of-body experience. Neither Lacey nor Not-Me looked my way when they walked in, and were eventually led to a table towards nearer the bathrooms, which immediately lowered my already rock bottom opinion on this other man.

Lacey looked amazing, though she’d have to try hard not to. A grey, almost silver long sleeve sweater dress hugged her body, falling to her knees with a small slit up the side. The neckline plunged low, but not tawdry, sexy without sacrificing class. Black boots and black hose covered her dancer’s legs, drawing the eye. I let my eyes creep up and eye fuck the hell out of that gorgeous ass as she walked out of sight.

“So this is what we are doing is it?”

She knows damn well this is my place. I introduced her to Mariscos De Sol, best seafood in town. Her dinner the night before our first night out was “a hard cider”, before that? A cold cut sandwich. My point is she was too busy and stressed to step back and enjoy the finer things in life, like this octopus, which not even Lacey showing up with someone could ruin, though it was a near thing. I still made sure to finish it quicker than normal, so she couldn’t taint it’s memory.

I called the waiter over and asked for another beer, something cheap and American, because I can. I needed to keep my wits about me. I wasn’t about to lose control when obviously games are afoot.

“Check that, bring me two.” I tell him.

I stood up as he walked away and headed to the restroom. I didn’t bother to sneak, this is my domain, as I made my way past where Lacey and her date were sitting, I didn’t even look beyond marking their location. Business completed, I washed my hands and stepped out into the dim hallway, almost immediately running into Lacey.

Her eyes got wide, but not in way that indicated she was surprised to see me, more the unexpected location. As if she knew I may be here, but not where she wanted to meet me. She stepped back against the wall.

Without a conscious thought, my hand reached to grab Lacey by the throat, claiming, the slightest pressure to remind her it was there, with minimal force, pushing her against the wall. I stepped forward into her space and stared into her eyes, listening to the hitch in her breath as I took physical control of her.

“You know this is my favorite place, kitten.” I said, moving my lips near her ear. “Did you really bring some fuck boy here?”

Lacey’s breathing quickened, “He’s a coworker, another DOCTOR. Not some...fuck boy.”

I laughed, my hand reaching down to her thigh and sliding up the outside of hose, nails scraping along the hemline of her dress. “He can’t give you what you need, little one. He’ll disappoint you, leave you wanting. Wishing.” With the last word my hand moved up, pulling the dress up with my hand, exposing now bare skin.

“Oh you good little slut, thigh highs? You know those are my favorite.” I tell her.

She sputters, “They aren’t for you!”

“Oh OK kitten, I believe you completely.” I give her in my most sarcastic voice. “I definitely would find my favorite pair of green panties under there would I?”

“N...no. No you wouldn’t,” she said, stuttering before finding the her groove.

I smiled at her, my free hand tugging the front of her dress lower, exposing the top of her delicious C cups. I leaned down and sunk my teeth into the top of one breast, biting and nibbling before sucking it, marking it, claiming it as mine.

Her groan and whimpers were instinctual, inadvertent and entirely out of her control. Bright red, fading to pink where my teeth had dug in, I pulled her dress up and covered it up.

“OK kitten, keep running.” I said, releasing her and heading back to my table, leaving her propped up by the dim hallway wall.

Once my erection subsided (which is a very uncomfortable feeling as your much older neighbors are trying to hold a last conversation on their way to heading home for the night), I was able to get up and start cleaning up. Kaila was noticeably missing from the situation, possibly wishing goodbye to the remaining guest, DEFINITELY avoiding me.

I finished picking up the food trays, leaving them back the sliding door. Grabbed all the empties and tossed them into the recycling, leaving the little things for the morning. I could see Kaila inside talking to one of her friends and their plus one, some new guy I spoke to briefly about the upcoming NFL season. I peeked over the fence and saw the driveway was empty, a singular car pulled in behind mine on the street.

I stared in through the window and made eye contact with Kaila, who immediately started gesticulating in an exaggerated manner, obviously encouraging the last two to have another drink, eat some snacks, just...don’t leave. I gave her a big smile as they continued to pack up their leftover seltzers and what appeared to be maybe a buffalo chicken dip. Now, I finally saw the concern in her eyes. Intoxicating, positively erotic.

I slid open the door and put a big smile on, giving Kaila’s friend the expected “Oh no, don’t go, it’s so early” bullshit. I wrapped an arm around her waist, claiming her for the first time of the night. One hand on her hip with a possessive squeeze. She made a half-hearted attempt to step away, but I didn’t relent, keeping her pressed against my side as we walked the couple to the door. Five to 10 minutes of goodbyes later, I killed the outside lights and shut the door, releasing my grip.

“NOW, young lady…” I started to say.

She’d already kicked off her shoes and sprinted down the hallway, dress flying up behind her. Apparently it was going to be one of those nights. I sighed, then smiled. My favorite type of night, the type I get to aggressively claim what’s mine.

I did the Michael Myer’s walk down the hall, swift but in no real hurry. She’s not leaving the home, it’s just a matter of time. I did kick off the shoes, saving a little time for later, and to avoid tracking anything in obviously. Making my way through the living room, I scanned to see where she’d hide. Bedroom? Too obvious. Bathroom? Maybe, but no place to actually hide, can only close the door, and no method of escape. Basement for sure. 3 rooms, carpeted for sneaky brat stealth movement, furniture to attempt to hide behind, and multiple ways back to the stairs through the various rooms. Definitely the basement.

I made my way to the basement door, quick checking the bathroom and master bedroom, just in case she surprised me (unlikely). No sign of her. If I went down stairs and she hid in the spare bedroom or office, she’d “win” by successfully hiding. I don’t think she would. I trusted my own instincts and opened the basement door, shutting it behind me, silently wishing it had some sort of lock to slow any escape.

“You know I’m coming for you Kaila.” I called out as the door shut.

An audible giggle from the basement told me I’d made the right call. I slowly made my way downstairs, scanning the main family area. Too easy. I quietly moved the table in the downstairs landing area in front of the door from the laundry area, lifting it and slowly putting it down in front. Cheating. Now the door won’t open without her pushing hard enough to tip it

Unfair? Yes, but you can’t play fair with brats. They just take advantage of it, usually in the most fun and evil ways, but still taking advantage. Time to out brat the brat. Knowing the other door was blocked from casual escape, I decided to actually search the family room area. Nothing.

I walked towards the storage room door, a bifold that let light peek out from below and above, mainly a separator to deaden sound. I slid it open, trying to be as quiet as possible. Luckily the light on from the other side didn’t necessarily give away my ploy if I was quiet. Swiftly scanning the room, it was easy to discern she wasn’t hiding here. Boxes pilled up against the walls, almost like we were functioning adults, leaving no room to hide.

The last room. Laundry, just an empty door way to separate it from the storage, lights off, so when I entered the doorway, the light being blocked would give my presence away no matter how quiet I was. She hadn’t bolted yet. She’d lost and didn’t even know it. The blood started flowing back, swelling my cock, knowing the end of her bratting freely was near.

“Little princess, you have 30 seconds to come out and drop to your knees. If I have to come get you, I am 100% positive you won’t enjoy the outcome.” I called out from the side of the doorway, trying to pretend I’m not right near the entry. Nothing. Nary a movement I could detect. Now I was completely erect, anticipating her dismay when she tried to burst through the other doorway. Again...intoxicating.

I stepped into the door way and flipped on the light. Immediately I heard the door start to open….and then DONK DONK DONK into the door on the other side. I could hear the table rock against the floor, but it maintained integrity.

“FUCK” was the only exclamation she got out before I had her by one arm, and the back of her neck.

“Hello little brat. It seems we have some behavior to discuss.” I told her as I guided her back through the laundry and storage areas.

“I don’t see what,” she started, infuriatingly casual, to say before I cut her off.

“You running and hiding tells me even you don’t believe that young lady.” I interjected, continuing to guide her to the stairs, and then up into the hallway.

I released her as we got to the master bedroom. “Sit. Now.” I told her guiding her to the bed, closing the door behind me.

She gave me a pouty look, but did as told. She had tried all the tricks. Teasing, defiance, and now pouting. She’d flown too close to the sun however. I was fully in a mental space to return the energy.

“If you move even a single inch, this will be so much worse.” I warned her. Captured, she acquiesced as far as I could tell. I took no chances, opening the door, and moving only as far as the kitchen. Grabbing an armless breakfast nook chair, I quickly returned to the room.

I set the chair near the end of the bed where she sat, docile, for now anyway. I scooted it nearer the bed and sat down in the chair. Reaching forward, I slowly wrapped my hand around her throat.

“You’ve been bad tonight, my pretty little kitten.” I said the most cliché thing I could think of at the time in a throaty growl.

Kaila’s eyes wide with excitement, only a hint of trepidation, I pulled her back to her feet in front of me, close and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“You are my special girl, but….” I said as I physically lifted her and put her across my lap. She started to squirm and kick, but I pinned her against my lap, my hands reach out to grab her arms, before finally pinning her wrists in one of my large hands across the small of her back.

“Now, where were we?” I asked aloud as I pushed her pretty little sundress above her waist, finally exposing her in a controlled (by me) environment.

“This is going to hurt you a lot more than me, kitten” I Told her as my hand came down for the first time on her pale white bottom. The sound of a firm palm on her jiggly bubble butt echoed around the quiet room. Then a second and a third in the same spot, all before she could cry out or do more than gasp.

I rolled my eyes as she started pleading her case and making promises to be good, not even pretending to be actually conciliatory...yet. I rested my hand on the lightly colored spot, feeling the skin starting to warm up, and gave it a squeeze.

Quickly, I fired 3 more in the same spot, harder now. Kaila gave a loud EEP by the 3rd and started struggling again. Another pair on that same spot, then 3 harder ones on the other cheek before I stopped.

“Keep struggling and it gets harder, and I also mean the spankings.” My hand slipped between her slightly spread thighs, heat already radiating from her cute shaved pussy. One finger between her lips and acrossed her clit, then pulled it quickly away. She was already soaked.

That got the reaction I expected, as she tried to squeeze her thighs and trap my hand between her legs, and a loud whimper escaped from her. I shifted back to abusing her rapidly reddening ass, concentrating on the spreading red mark on her left cheek. Alternating every three or so smacks to the other side. After 9-10 on the left side, and slightly fewer on the right, I stopped.

Her breath was coming faster now, and I could see her wincing as she shifted. “I’m sorry Daddy” she said quietly, sounding as if she actually meant it now.

I rested my hand on her abused bottom and gave a light squeeze that prompted a whine and a moan. Slowly I slid my hand lower, her legs spreading as if on auto-pilot. As soon as my finger slid against her opening and pushed inside her head shot up and she pushed back against it, wanting more. Needing, more.

I let her push herself all the way onto my finger, then pulled back. She whined and looked back at me, pleading. “Please Daddy”

“Are you going to be a good girl tonight, kitten?” I asked, lightly brushing her clit causing her to jump.

“I will, I will, I will.” she whimpered out, still trying to push against my hand. “Pretty pretty please?”

The begging, the surrender. That was what I needed, and I filled her with my finger….then stretched her with a second. I released her hands, knowing she wouldn’t move an inch (2.54 cm for my Canadian friends), and pushed my other hand between us to capture her clit. From there it took almost not time before she was crying out, asking...then begging, to give her the OK to cum.

“Who’s Daddy’s best girl?” I asked.

“Me me me memememem,” she gasped, “PLEEAASSE”

“Cum for me kitten.”

Once my erection subsided (which is a very uncomfortable feeling as your much older neighbors are trying to hold a last conversation on their way to heading home for the night), I was able to get up and start cleaning up. Kaila was noticeably missing from the situation, possibly wishing goodbye to the remaining guest, DEFINITELY avoiding me.

I finished picking up the food trays, leaving them back the sliding door. Grabbed all the empties and tossed them into the recycling, leaving the little things for the morning. I could see Kaila inside talking to one of her friends and their plus one, some new guy I spoke to briefly about the upcoming NFL season. I peeked over the fence and saw the driveway was empty, a singular car pulled in behind mine on the street.

I stared in through the window and made eye contact with Kaila, who immediately started gesticulating in an exaggerated manner, obviously encouraging the last two to have another drink, eat some snacks, just...don’t leave. I gave her a big smile as they continued to pack up their leftover seltzers and what appeared to be maybe a buffalo chicken dip. Now, I finally saw the concern in her eyes. Intoxicating, positively erotic.

I slid open the door and put a big smile on, giving Kaila’s friend the expected “Oh no, don’t go, it’s so early” bullshit. I wrapped an arm around her waist, claiming her for the first time of the night. One hand on her hip with a possessive squeeze. She made a half-hearted attempt to step away, but I didn’t relent, keeping her pressed against my side as we walked the couple to the door. Five to 10 minutes of goodbyes later, I killed the outside lights and shut the door, releasing my grip.

“NOW, young lady…” I started to say.

She’d already kicked off her shoes and sprinted down the hallway, dress flying up behind her. Apparently it was going to be one of those nights. I sighed, then smiled. My favorite type of night, the type I get to aggressively claim what’s mine.

I did the Michael Myer’s walk down the hall, swift but in no real hurry. She’s not leaving the home, it’s just a matter of time. I did kick off the shoes, saving a little time for later, and to avoid tracking anything in obviously. Making my way through the living room, I scanned to see where she’d hide. Bedroom? Too obvious. Bathroom? Maybe, but no place to actually hide, can only close the door, and no method of escape. Basement for sure. 3 rooms, carpeted for sneaky brat stealth movement, furniture to attempt to hide behind, and multiple ways back to the stairs through the various rooms. Definitely the basement.

I made my way to the basement door, quick checking the bathroom and master bedroom, just in case she surprised me (unlikely). No sign of her. If I went down stairs and she hid in the spare bedroom or office, she’d “win” by successfully hiding. I don’t think she would. I trusted my own instincts and opened the basement door, shutting it behind me, silently wishing it had some sort of lock to slow any escape.

“You know I’m coming for you Kaila.” I called out as the door shut.

An audible giggle from the basement told me I’d made the right call. I slowly made my way downstairs, scanning the main family area. Too easy. I quietly moved the table in the downstairs landing area in front of the door from the laundry area, lifting it and slowly putting it down in front. Cheating. Now the door won’t open without her pushing hard enough to tip it

Unfair? Yes, but you can’t play fair with brats. They just take advantage of it, usually in the most fun and evil ways, but still taking advantage. Time to out brat the brat. Knowing the other door was blocked from casual escape, I decided to actually search the family room area. Nothing.

I walked towards the storage room door, a bifold that let light peek out from below and above, mainly a separator to deaden sound. I slid it open, trying to be as quiet as possible. Luckily the light on from the other side didn’t necessarily give away my ploy if I was quiet. Swiftly scanning the room, it was easy to discern she wasn’t hiding here. Boxes pilled up against the walls, almost like we were functioning adults, leaving no room to hide.

The last room. Laundry, just an empty door way to separate it from the storage, lights off, so when I entered the doorway, the light being blocked would give my presence away no matter how quiet I was. She hadn’t bolted yet. She’d lost and didn’t even know it. The blood started flowing back, swelling my cock, knowing the end of her bratting freely was near.

“Little princess, you have 30 seconds to come out and drop to your knees. If I have to come get you, I am 100% positive you won’t enjoy the outcome.” I called out from the side of the doorway, trying to pretend I’m not right near the entry. Nothing. Nary a movement I could detect. Now I was completely erect, anticipating her dismay when she tried to burst through the other doorway. Again...intoxicating.

I stepped into the door way and flipped on the light. Immediately I heard the door start to open….and then DONK DONK DONK into the door on the other side. I could hear the table rock against the floor, but it maintained integrity.

“FUCK” was the only exclamation she got out before I had her by one arm, and the back of her neck.

“Hello little brat. It seems we have some behavior to discuss.” I told her as I guided her back through the laundry and storage areas.

“I don’t see what,” she started, infuriatingly casual, to say before I cut her off.

“You running and hiding tells me even you don’t believe that young lady.” I interjected, continuing to guide her to the stairs, and then up into the hallway.

I released her as we got to the master bedroom. “Sit. Now.” I told her guiding her to the bed, closing the door behind me.

She gave me a pouty look, but did as told. She had tried all the tricks. Teasing, defiance, and now pouting. She’d flown too close to the sun however. I was fully in a mental space to return the energy.

“If you move even a single inch, this will be so much worse.” I warned her. Captured, she acquiesced as far as I could tell. I took no chances, opening the door, and moving only as far as the kitchen. Grabbing an armless breakfast nook chair, I quickly returned to the room.

I set the chair near the end of the bed where she sat, docile, for now anyway. I scooted it nearer the bed and sat down in the chair. Reaching forward, I slowly wrapped my hand around her throat.

“You’ve been bad tonight, my pretty little kitten.” I said the most cliché thing I could think of at the time in a throaty growl.

Kaila’s eyes wide with excitement, only a hint of trepidation, I pulled her back to her feet in front of me, close and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“You are my special girl, but….” I said as I physically lifted her and put her across my lap. She started to squirm and kick, but I pinned her against my lap, my hands reach out to grab her arms, before finally pinning her wrists in one of my large hands across the small of her back.

“Now, where were we?” I asked aloud as I pushed her pretty little sundress above her waist, finally exposing her in a controlled (by me) environment.

“This is going to hurt you a lot more than me, kitten” I Told her as my hand came down for the first time on her pale white bottom. The sound of a firm palm on her jiggly bubble butt echoed around the quiet room. Then a second and a third in the same spot, all before she could cry out or do more than gasp.

I rolled my eyes as she started pleading her case and making promises to be good, not even pretending to be actually conciliatory...yet. I rested my hand on the lightly colored spot, feeling the skin starting to warm up, and gave it a squeeze.

Quickly, I fired 3 more in the same spot, harder now. Kaila gave a loud EEP by the 3rd and started struggling again. Another pair on that same spot, then 3 harder ones on the other cheek before I stopped.

“Keep struggling and it gets harder, and I also mean the spankings.” My hand slipped between her slightly spread thighs, heat already radiating from her cute shaved pussy. One finger between her lips and acrossed her clit, then pulled it quickly away. She was already soaked.

That got the reaction I expected, as she tried to squeeze her thighs and trap my hand between her legs, and a loud whimper escaped from her. I shifted back to abusing her rapidly reddening ass, concentrating on the spreading red mark on her left cheek. Alternating every three or so smacks to the other side. After 9-10 on the left side, and slightly fewer on the right, I stopped.

Her breath was coming faster now, and I could see her wincing as she shifted. “I’m sorry Daddy” she said quietly, sounding as if she actually meant it now.

I rested my hand on her abused bottom and gave a light squeeze that prompted a whine and a moan. Slowly I slid my hand lower, her legs spreading as if on auto-pilot. As soon as my finger slid against her opening and pushed inside her head shot up and she pushed back against it, wanting more. Needing, more.

I let her push herself all the way onto my finger, then pulled back. She whined and looked back at me, pleading. “Please Daddy”

“Are you going to be a good girl tonight, kitten?” I asked, lightly brushing her clit causing her to jump.

“I will, I will, I will.” she whimpered out, still trying to push against my hand. “Pretty pretty please?”

The begging, the surrender. That was what I needed, and I filled her with my finger….then stretched her with a second. I released her hands, knowing she wouldn’t move an inch (2.54 cm for my Canadian friends), and pushed my other hand between us to capture her clit. From there it took almost not time before she was crying out, asking...then begging, to give her the OK to cum.

“Who’s Daddy’s best girl?” I asked.

“Me me me memememem,” she gasped, “PLEEAASSE”

“Cum for me kitten.”

Once my erection subsided (which is a very uncomfortable feeling as your much older neighbors are trying to hold a last conversation on their way to heading home for the night), I was able to get up and start cleaning up. Kaila was noticeably missing from the situation, possibly wishing goodbye to the remaining guest, DEFINITELY avoiding me.

I finished picking up the food trays, leaving them back the sliding door. Grabbed all the empties and tossed them into the recycling, leaving the little things for the morning. I could see Kaila inside talking to one of her friends and their plus one, some new guy I spoke to briefly about the upcoming NFL season. I peeked over the fence and saw the driveway was empty, a singular car pulled in behind mine on the street.

I stared in through the window and made eye contact with Kaila, who immediately started gesticulating in an exaggerated manner, obviously encouraging the last two to have another drink, eat some snacks, just...don’t leave. I gave her a big smile as they continued to pack up their leftover seltzers and what appeared to be maybe a buffalo chicken dip. Now, I finally saw the concern in her eyes. Intoxicating, positively erotic.

I slid open the door and put a big smile on, giving Kaila’s friend the expected “Oh no, don’t go, it’s so early” bullshit. I wrapped an arm around her waist, claiming her for the first time of the night. One hand on her hip with a possessive squeeze. She made a half-hearted attempt to step away, but I didn’t relent, keeping her pressed against my side as we walked the couple to the door. Five to 10 minutes of goodbyes later, I killed the outside lights and shut the door, releasing my grip.

“NOW, young lady…” I started to say.

She’d already kicked off her shoes and sprinted down the hallway, dress flying up behind her. Apparently it was going to be one of those nights. I sighed, then smiled. My favorite type of night, the type I get to aggressively claim what’s mine.

I did the Michael Myer’s walk down the hall, swift but in no real hurry. She’s not leaving the home, it’s just a matter of time. I did kick off the shoes, saving a little time for later, and to avoid tracking anything in obviously. Making my way through the living room, I scanned to see where she’d hide. Bedroom? Too obvious. Bathroom? Maybe, but no place to actually hide, can only close the door, and no method of escape. Basement for sure. 3 rooms, carpeted for sneaky brat stealth movement, furniture to attempt to hide behind, and multiple ways back to the stairs through the various rooms. Definitely the basement.

I made my way to the basement door, quick checking the bathroom and master bedroom, just in case she surprised me (unlikely). No sign of her. If I went down stairs and she hid in the spare bedroom or office, she’d “win” by successfully hiding. I don’t think she would. I trusted my own instincts and opened the basement door, shutting it behind me, silently wishing it had some sort of lock to slow any escape.

“You know I’m coming for you Kaila.” I called out as the door shut.

An audible giggle from the basement told me I’d made the right call. I slowly made my way downstairs, scanning the main family area. Too easy. I quietly moved the table in the downstairs landing area in front of the door from the laundry area, lifting it and slowly putting it down in front. Cheating. Now the door won’t open without her pushing hard enough to tip it

Unfair? Yes, but you can’t play fair with brats. They just take advantage of it, usually in the most fun and evil ways, but still taking advantage. Time to out brat the brat. Knowing the other door was blocked from casual escape, I decided to actually search the family room area. Nothing.

I walked towards the storage room door, a bifold that let light peek out from below and above, mainly a separator to deaden sound. I slid it open, trying to be as quiet as possible. Luckily the light on from the other side didn’t necessarily give away my ploy if I was quiet. Swiftly scanning the room, it was easy to discern she wasn’t hiding here. Boxes pilled up against the walls, almost like we were functioning adults, leaving no room to hide.

The last room. Laundry, just an empty door way to separate it from the storage, lights off, so when I entered the doorway, the light being blocked would give my presence away no matter how quiet I was. She hadn’t bolted yet. She’d lost and didn’t even know it. The blood started flowing back, swelling my cock, knowing the end of her bratting freely was near.

“Little princess, you have 30 seconds to come out and drop to your knees. If I have to come get you, I am 100% positive you won’t enjoy the outcome.” I called out from the side of the doorway, trying to pretend I’m not right near the entry. Nothing. Nary a movement I could detect. Now I was completely erect, anticipating her dismay when she tried to burst through the other doorway. Again...intoxicating.

I stepped into the door way and flipped on the light. Immediately I heard the door start to open….and then DONK DONK DONK into the door on the other side. I could hear the table rock against the floor, but it maintained integrity.

“FUCK” was the only exclamation she got out before I had her by one arm, and the back of her neck.

“Hello little brat. It seems we have some behavior to discuss.” I told her as I guided her back through the laundry and storage areas.

“I don’t see what,” she started, infuriatingly casual, to say before I cut her off.

“You running and hiding tells me even you don’t believe that young lady.” I interjected, continuing to guide her to the stairs, and then up into the hallway.

I released her as we got to the master bedroom. “Sit. Now.” I told her guiding her to the bed, closing the door behind me.

She gave me a pouty look, but did as told. She had tried all the tricks. Teasing, defiance, and now pouting. She’d flown too close to the sun however. I was fully in a mental space to return the energy.

“If you move even a single inch, this will be so much worse.” I warned her. Captured, she acquiesced as far as I could tell. I took no chances, opening the door, and moving only as far as the kitchen. Grabbing an armless breakfast nook chair, I quickly returned to the room.

I set the chair near the end of the bed where she sat, docile, for now anyway. I scooted it nearer the bed and sat down in the chair. Reaching forward, I slowly wrapped my hand around her throat.

“You’ve been bad tonight, my pretty little kitten.” I said the most cliché thing I could think of at the time in a throaty growl.

Kaila’s eyes wide with excitement, only a hint of trepidation, I pulled her back to her feet in front of me, close and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“You are my special girl, but….” I said as I physically lifted her and put her across my lap. She started to squirm and kick, but I pinned her against my lap, my hands reach out to grab her arms, before finally pinning her wrists in one of my large hands across the small of her back.

“Now, where were we?” I asked aloud as I pushed her pretty little sundress above her waist, finally exposing her in a controlled (by me) environment.

“This is going to hurt you a lot more than me, kitten” I Told her as my hand came down for the first time on her pale white bottom. The sound of a firm palm on her jiggly bubble butt echoed around the quiet room. Then a second and a third in the same spot, all before she could cry out or do more than gasp.

I rolled my eyes as she started pleading her case and making promises to be good, not even pretending to be actually conciliatory...yet. I rested my hand on the lightly colored spot, feeling the skin starting to warm up, and gave it a squeeze.

Quickly, I fired 3 more in the same spot, harder now. Kaila gave a loud EEP by the 3rd and started struggling again. Another pair on that same spot, then 3 harder ones on the other cheek before I stopped.

“Keep struggling and it gets harder, and I also mean the spankings.” My hand slipped between her slightly spread thighs, heat already radiating from her cute shaved pussy. One finger between her lips and acrossed her clit, then pulled it quickly away. She was already soaked.

That got the reaction I expected, as she tried to squeeze her thighs and trap my hand between her legs, and a loud whimper escaped from her. I shifted back to abusing her rapidly reddening ass, concentrating on the spreading red mark on her left cheek. Alternating every three or so smacks to the other side. After 9-10 on the left side, and slightly fewer on the right, I stopped.

Her breath was coming faster now, and I could see her wincing as she shifted. “I’m sorry Daddy” she said quietly, sounding as if she actually meant it now.

I rested my hand on her abused bottom and gave a light squeeze that prompted a whine and a moan. Slowly I slid my hand lower, her legs spreading as if on auto-pilot. As soon as my finger slid against her opening and pushed inside her head shot up and she pushed back against it, wanting more. Needing, more.

I let her push herself all the way onto my finger, then pulled back. She whined and looked back at me, pleading. “Please Daddy”

“Are you going to be a good girl tonight, kitten?” I asked, lightly brushing her clit causing her to jump.

“I will, I will, I will.” she whimpered out, still trying to push against my hand. “Pretty pretty please?”

The begging, the surrender. That was what I needed, and I filled her with my finger….then stretched her with a second. I released her hands, knowing she wouldn’t move an inch (2.54 cm for my Canadian friends), and pushed my other hand between us to capture her clit. From there it took almost not time before she was crying out, asking...then begging, to give her the OK to cum.

“Who’s Daddy’s best girl?” I asked.

“Me me me memememem,” she gasped, “PLEEAASSE”

“Cum for me kitten.”

I finally managed to extricate myself from the party and got back to the bedroom, to get changed out of my work attire. I was half tempted to put on my novelty american flag jorts, just to fight back with my own ridiculous outfit, but I couldn’t bring myself to put them on. Instead I quickly threw on some khaki shorts and a t shirt.

I grabbed my phone off the bed and opened it up.

“what did I say about the dress?”

As if she was waiting, I got the almost immediate BZZT of a response.

“i’m doing as told Daddy! Promise”

Doubling down is an interesting...choice. Not one I’d have chosen, but I can’t say I’m surprised.

“I said no to that dress”

BZZT

“nuh uh. I’m doing as told”

I heard the rattle of the door across the room and it was quickly thrown open. Kaila stood in the doorway and then quickly turned and flipped her dress up. Nothing but the smooth pale skin of her bubble butt.

Before I could get a word out she closed the door and I could hear her quickly moving away. I didn’t even have time to react.

BZZT

“see! If I flash it will be my whole ass and no thong. Following the rules” followed by a 😁🍑

Brats, am I right?

“you are absolutely going to pay for this you know”

BZZT

😇

With a sigh, I got up and rejoined the party. Kaila stuck to the kitchen, setting the food out, opening the wine. I walked through while she was talking with some of the others, giving her a raised eyebrow and stare, a cheeky grin returned.

After a beer or two in the yard, I was finally relaxed again, vibing with good friends and conversation. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Kaila, seemingly hovering around where I was, when I turned to look she walked slightly around the corner where I had to crane my neck, and saw lean forward and pull down the top of her dress, flashing her cute tits and pieced nipples at me. As quick as they were out, she straightened up and walked back inside, fully out of view now.

I snapped off a quick text.

“just asking for it now”

It shifted to read, but no response.

She spent the next hour finding places to be out of sight of our guests, flashing skin at me, always out of reach. First bending over, and giving a wiggle so the skirt bounced up cutely, pretty shaved pussy peeking out from between her thighs. Quickly standing up and making her way back to safety out of my view. Then from the kitchen table, lifting it quickly for a prime view as I was trying to talk to a neighbor, the table hiding her shenanigans.

The teasing had me both irritated and turned on in equal measures. Who doesn’t love a good teasing?

BZZT

Video messages now huh? I excused myself to “grab another beer” and wandered around to the garage to get some privacy before opening the video. Immediately treated to Kaila in the bathroom, videoing herself in the mirror. Giggling aloud as she lifted her dress, turned herself and the phone around and bent over, shaking her hips to give it the perfect amount of jiggle then abruptly cutting off.

BZZT

Another video, phone propped up, her dress up but facing the mirror this time, slowly sliding her hand down her body, between her legs, giving a lewd moan and making an exaggerated ecstasy face. The sounds of her excitement couldn’t be faked though. The semi-hardon I’d been carrying around all night turned into fully raging erection, pressing uncomfortably against my shorts.

“you know our guests leave eventually right? They aren’t taking you with”

BZZT

“oops” was all it said.

“no more touching” I sent back.

No response was forthcoming, so I grabbed my beer and a couple extras just in case the guests were empty and headed back through the house to the backyard. Kaila was already back on the couch, a glass of wine in hand, dress smoothed down and presentable for mixed company. She hit me with another angelic smile, radiating innocence. The slight flush to her face indicated it either wasn’t her first glass, or she was more turned on than I imagined. Maybe both.

By the time I got outside, the sun had begun to drop below the horizon, so I light up the fire pit, spreading the cushions around to all the outdoor furniture, popping down on a chair set back a little way, able to watch the house, in case an opportunity presented itself. People began slowly filtering out as dusk began and the heat of the day dissipated. Eventually most of the remaining party goers surrounded the fire, in clumps of 2 and 3. I was talking to Michael as he was gathering up his empties, preparing to get a Lyft for the ride home when Kaila plopped herself onto my lap, wriggling fetchingly. My previous hard-on returning with a vengeance as she lightly ground down. She gave me a wine scented kiss on the cheek and then made her own goodbyes to Michael.

“Oh have you seen this cute video I found?” She asked, showing me her phone off to the side away from Michael’s view. On screen, what looked like a continuation of her earlier video, phone propped up, one hand spreading herself as she stroked her pussy up and down, mouth open with what I assumed were whimpers, but she’d smartly turned the volume off. It went on for about 45 seconds, her stroking, then slipping a finger into wetness, before licking it clean with a sultry smile.

She continued to press herself against me, subtly moving herself against my cock, making it throb.

“Hi Daddy,” she whispered in my ear with a nibble. Then hopped up and walked over to fire-pit with a shake of her hips.

I finally managed to extricate myself from the party and got back to the bedroom, to get changed out of my work attire. I was half tempted to put on my novelty american flag jorts, just to fight back with my own ridiculous outfit, but I couldn’t bring myself to put them on. Instead I quickly threw on some khaki shorts and a t shirt.

I grabbed my phone off the bed and opened it up.

“what did I say about the dress?”

As if she was waiting, I got the almost immediate *BZZT* of a response.

“i’m doing as told Daddy! Promise”

Doubling down is an interesting...choice. Not one I’d have chosen, but I can’t say I’m surprised.

“I said no to that dress”

*BZZT*

“nuh uh. I’m doing as told”

I heard the rattle of the door across the room and it was quickly thrown open. Kaila stood in the doorway and then quickly turned and flipped her dress up. Nothing but the smooth pale skin of her bubble butt.

Before I could get a word out she closed the door and I could hear her quickly moving away. I didn’t even have time to react.

*BZZT*

“see! If I flash it will be my whole ass and no thong. Following the rules” followed by a 😁🍑

Brats, am I right?

“you are absolutely going to pay for this you know”

*BZZT*

😇

With a sigh, I got up and rejoined the party. Kaila stuck to the kitchen, setting the food out, opening the wine. I walked through while she was talking with some of the others, giving her a raised eyebrow and stare, a cheeky grin returned.

After a beer or two in the yard, I was finally relaxed again, vibing with good friends and conversation. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Kaila, seemingly hovering around where I was, when I turned to look she walked slightly around the corner where I had to crane my neck, and saw lean forward and pull down the top of her dress, flashing her cute tits and pieced nipples at me. As quick as they were out, she straightened up and walked back inside, fully out of view now.

I snapped off a quick text.

“just asking for it now”

It shifted to read, but no response.

She spent the next hour finding places to be out of sight of our guests, flashing skin at me, always out of reach. First bending over, and giving a wiggle so the skirt bounced up cutely, pretty shaved pussy peeking out from between her thighs. Quickly standing up and making her way back to safety out of my view. Then from the kitchen table, lifting it quickly for a prime view as I was trying to talk to a neighbor, the table hiding her shenanigans.

The teasing had me both irritated and turned on in equal measures. Who doesn’t love a good teasing?

*BZZT*

Video messages now huh? I excused myself to “grab another beer” and wandered around to the garage to get some privacy before opening the video. Immediately treated to Kaila in the bathroom, videoing herself in the mirror. Giggling aloud as she lifted her dress, turned herself and the phone around and bent over, shaking her hips to give it the perfect amount of jiggle then abruptly cutting off.

*BZZT*

Another video, phone propped up, her dress up but facing the mirror this time, slowly sliding her hand down her body, between her legs, giving a lewd moan and making an exaggerated ecstasy face. The sounds of her excitement couldn’t be faked though. The semi-hardon I’d been carrying around all night turned into fully raging erection, pressing uncomfortably against my shorts.

“you know our guests leave eventually right? They aren’t taking you with”

*BZZT*

“oops” was all it said.

“no more touching” I sent back.

No response was forthcoming, so I grabbed my beer and a couple extras just in case the guests were empty and headed back through the house to the backyard. Kaila was already back on the couch, a glass of wine in hand, dress smoothed down and presentable for mixed company. She hit me with another angelic smile, radiating innocence. The slight flush to her face indicated it either wasn’t her first glass, or she was more turned on than I imagined. Maybe both.

By the time I got outside, the sun had begun to drop below the horizon, so I light up the fire pit, spreading the cushions around to all the outdoor furniture, popping down on a chair set back a little way, able to watch the house, in case an opportunity presented itself. People began slowly filtering out as dusk began and the heat of the day dissipated. Eventually most of the remaining party goers surrounded the fire, in clumps of 2 and 3. I was talking to Michael as he was gathering up his empties, preparing to get a Lyft for the ride home when Kaila plopped herself onto my lap, wriggling fetchingly. My previous hard-on returning with a vengeance as she lightly ground down. She gave me a wine scented kiss on the cheek and then made her own goodbyes to Michael.

“Oh have you seen this cute video I found?” She asked, showing me her phone off to the side away from Michael’s view. On screen, what looked like a continuation of her earlier video, phone propped up, one hand spreading herself as she stroked her pussy up and down, mouth open with what I assumed were whimpers, but she’d smartly turned the volume off. It went on for about 45 seconds, her stroking, then slipping a finger into wetness, before licking it clean with a sultry smile.

She continued to press herself against me, subtly moving herself against my cock, making it throb.

“Hi Daddy,” she whispered in my ear with a nibble. Then hopped up and walked over to fire-pit with a shake of her hips.

*BZZT BZZT*

The vibration of my phone on my desk snapped me out of my focus, a welcome distraction from the Friday post-lunch busy work I was using to ease into the weekend. I picked up my phone and thumbprinted my way in, then swiping down on the alerts. Text from my girlfriend Kaila.

*TAP*

“Got my outfit for the cookout tonight!”

OK, great. It’s at our house. Wear whatever your want, I thought to myself. Has she been worried about outfits when she was supposed to have been picking up the last of the wine and food?

*BZZT BZZT* in my hand.

*TAP

The image popped up. I sighed, eyes rolling in my head and typed simple 3 words back to her. No room for interpertation, not an inch of wiggle room, no chance for confusion

“No. Absolutely not.”

Typing dots appeared immediately. She was waiting for me, I could already picture it, one of two ways. She would either have the cutest pout on her face, or a devilish smile.

“buttttttt Daddddddyyyyyyyyyyyyy” she replied. She must have meant business, double texting. “It’s sooooooo cute!”

I typed back quickly, attempting to shut her down before she got going. “It is cute, last time you wore it you flashed half of your ass and thong to most of my softball team. Absolutely not. You are at home, just wear something comfortable”

The picture she’d sent was her in her favorite sundress. I can’t argue with her, it’s definitely cute. It also barely hits mid-thigh, and is a bit low cut for a casual BBQ at home. It’s one of my favorite outfits. Fortunately for the crowd, annoyingly for me, there was a DJ at the bar we went to the last time she wore it, and she was rather...how should I say? Vigourous? With her dancing, hem flying up exposing the most of the ass she was so proud of, and the tiny green thong that was almost swallowed by it. Working out had done wonders for it recently. It wasn’t even that the dress was particularly short, though it toed the line for a casual bbq. It...flounced and bounced very well, the bottom seemingly flipping up at the slightest provacation. In this particular instance, she was fully bending over, and the bottom of a baby blue set of cheeky panties peeked from below the bottom of it. However, dancing, excited bouncing (as a brat is wont to do) and other quick movements? Cheek party for the room.

I needed a distraction. “did you get the food and wine I told you to pick up”

A quick response, “Of course Daddy”

Oh good, she was focused today.

“I wore the dress and everything.”

GODDAMNIT. So this was how it was going to be.

“I said absolutely not. I am not kidding”

“Fine” she sent with a sad emoji. “I promise I’ll wear something I won’t ALLEGEDLY show half my ass and thong”

Thank christ, I thought. She didn’t get fully into brat space. The evening is salvagable.

“Good, get the rest of the food ready too princess. I’ll be home in 2 hours”

As always in the IT field, something comes up at exactly 4:42pm any time I have plans, meaning my 5pm exit was delayed by almost an hour. I let Kaila know of the delay ans she assured me she had every handled and ready for me when I could get away. By the time I left, got to my car and commuted home, 2 or 3 cars were already crowding my driveway, leaving me to park on the street near my neighbors house. I hurried from the car and got to the house, took a deep breath and prepared to be social.

I cracked open the door, “Hey everyone, FINALLY home!” I called out.

I glance around and soak in the welcomes, my eyes settling on Kaila...in the dress I expressly forbid her from wearing, an innocent smile on her face. As she pointed me out to one of my oldest friends, Michael, she gave me a sassy grin, tossed out a throwaway comment to bridge my late arrival and then she sashsayed away before I could say a word, headed towards another grouping of our friends. The sundress bouncing, STILL barely covering her. I was annoyed.

I caught up with Michael, exchanged greetings and recent history since our last get together, inside, exasperated with the blatant disrespect. He told me about his kids and all their new sports as I half listened, trying to maintain the mood. It’s a get together with old friends. No big deal I kept telling myself, deep breaths, she’s just trying to get a rise out of you.

The worst part is that it worked, between the end of day stress and the thought running through my head that I, Said. No.; she was getting my ire up, no matter how much I tried to tamp it down.

Kaila made every effort to avoid being too near me as I made my way through my friends and neighbors, purposfully moving to the opposite side of groups so she could give me that innocent angel smile anytime I caught her eye. I gave up my attempt to stalk her around the party, and went and changed into more casual attire. I had all night. She can wait. She’ll get overconfident and I’ll be there.

*BZZT BZZT*

The vibration of my phone on my desk snapped me out of my focus, a welcome distraction from the Friday post-lunch busy work I was using to ease into the weekend. I picked up my phone and thumbprinted my way in, then swiping down on the alerts. Text from my girlfriend Kaila.

*TAP*

“Got my outfit for the cookout tonight!”

OK, great. It’s at our house. Wear whatever your want, I thought to myself. Has she been worried about outfits when she was supposed to have been picking up the last of the wine and food?

*BZZT BZZT* in my hand.

*TAP

The image popped up. I sighed, eyes rolling in my head and typed simple 3 words back to her. No room for interpertation, not an inch of wiggle room, no chance for confusion

“No. Absolutely not.”

Typing dots appeared immediately. She was waiting for me, I could already picture it, one of two ways. She would either have the cutest pout on her face, or a devilish smile.

“buttttttt Daddddddyyyyyyyyyyyyy” she replied. She must have meant business, double texting. “It’s sooooooo cute!”

I typed back quickly, attempting to shut her down before she got going. “It is cute, last time you wore it you flashed half of your ass and thong to most of my softball team. Absolutely not. You are at home, just wear something comfortable”

The picture she’d sent was her in her favorite sundress. I can’t argue with her, it’s definitely cute. It also barely hits mid-thigh, and is a bit low cut for a casual BBQ at home. It’s one of my favorite outfits. Fortunately for the crowd, annoyingly for me, there was a DJ at the bar we went to the last time she wore it, and she was rather...how should I say? Vigourous? With her dancing, hem flying up exposing the most of the ass she was so proud of, and the tiny green thong that was almost swallowed by it. Working out had done wonders for it recently. It wasn’t even that the dress was particularly short, though it toed the line for a casual bbq. It...flounced and bounced very well, the bottom seemingly flipping up at the slightest provacation. In this particular instance, she was fully bending over, and the bottom of a baby blue set of cheeky panties peeked from below the bottom of it. However, dancing, excited bouncing (as a brat is wont to do) and other quick movements? Cheek party for the room.

I needed a distraction. “did you get the food and wine I told you to pick up”

A quick response, “Of course Daddy”

Oh good, she was focused today.

“I wore the dress and everything.”

GODDAMNIT. So this was how it was going to be.

“I said absolutely not. I am not kidding”

“Fine” she sent with a sad emoji. “I promise I’ll wear something I won’t ALLEGEDLY show half my ass and thong”

Thank christ, I thought. She didn’t get fully into brat space. The evening is salvagable.

“Good, get the rest of the food ready too princess. I’ll be home in 2 hours”

As always in the IT field, something comes up at exactly 4:42pm any time I have plans, meaning my 5pm exit was delayed by almost an hour. I let Kaila know of the delay ans she assured me she had every handled and ready for me when I could get away. By the time I left, got to my car and commuted home, 2 or 3 cars were already crowding my driveway, leaving me to park on the street near my neighbors house. I hurried from the car and got to the house, took a deep breath and prepared to be social.

I cracked open the door, “Hey everyone, FINALLY home!” I called out.

I glance around and soak in the welcomes, my eyes settling on Kaila...in the dress I expressly forbid her from wearing, an innocent smile on her face. As she pointed me out to one of my oldest friends, Michael, she gave me a sassy grin, tossed out a throwaway comment to bridge my late arrival and then she sashsayed away before I could say a word, headed towards another grouping of our friends. The sundress bouncing, STILL barely covering her. I was annoyed.

I caught up with Michael, exchanged greetings and recent history since our last get together, inside, exasperated with the blatant disrespect. He told me about his kids and all their new sports as I half listened, trying to maintain the mood. It’s a get together with old friends. No big deal I kept telling myself, deep breaths, she’s just trying to get a rise out of you.

The worst part is that it worked, between the end of day stress and the thought running through my head that I, Said. No.; she was getting my ire up, no matter how much I tried to tamp it down.

Kaila made every effort to avoid being too near me as I made my way through my friends and neighbors, purposfully moving to the opposite side of groups so she could give me that innocent angel smile anytime I caught her eye. I gave up my attempt to stalk her around the party, and went and changed into more casual attire. I had all night. She can wait. She’ll get overconfident and I’ll be there.

*BZZT BZZT*

The vibration of my phone on my desk snapped me out of my focus, a welcome distraction from the Friday post-lunch busy work I was using to ease into the weekend. I picked up my phone and thumbprinted my way in, then swiping down on the alerts. Text from my girlfriend Kaila.

*TAP*

“Got my outfit for the cookout tonight!”

OK, great. It’s at our house. Wear whatever your want, I thought to myself. Has she been worried about outfits when she was supposed to have been picking up the last of the wine and food?

*BZZT BZZT* in my hand.

*TAP

The image popped up. I sighed, eyes rolling in my head and typed simple 3 words back to her. No room for interpertation, not an inch of wiggle room, no chance for confusion

“No. Absolutely not.”

Typing dots appeared immediately. She was waiting for me, I could already picture it, one of two ways. She would either have the cutest pout on her face, or a devilish smile.

“buttttttt Daddddddyyyyyyyyyyyyy” she replied. She must have meant business, double texting. “It’s sooooooo cute!”

I typed back quickly, attempting to shut her down before she got going. “It is cute, last time you wore it you flashed half of your ass and thong to most of my softball team. Absolutely not. You are at home, just wear something comfortable”

The picture she’d sent was her in her favorite sundress. I can’t argue with her, it’s definitely cute. It also barely hits mid-thigh, and is a bit low cut for a casual BBQ at home. It’s one of my favorite outfits. Fortunately for the crowd, annoyingly for me, there was a DJ at the bar we went to the last time she wore it, and she was rather...how should I say? Vigourous? With her dancing, hem flying up exposing the most of the ass she was so proud of, and the tiny green thong that was almost swallowed by it. Working out had done wonders for it recently. It wasn’t even that the dress was particularly short, though it toed the line for a casual bbq. It...flounced and bounced very well, the bottom seemingly flipping up at the slightest provacation. In this particular instance, she was fully bending over, and the bottom of a baby blue set of cheeky panties peeked from below the bottom of it. However, dancing, excited bouncing (as a brat is wont to do) and other quick movements? Cheek party for the room.

I needed a distraction. “did you get the food and wine I told you to pick up”

A quick response, “Of course Daddy”

Oh good, she was focused today.

“I wore the dress and everything.”

GODDAMNIT. So this was how it was going to be.

“I said absolutely not. I am not kidding”

“Fine” she sent with a sad emoji. “I promise I’ll wear something I won’t ALLEGEDLY show half my ass and thong”

Thank christ, I thought. She didn’t get fully into brat space. The evening is salvagable.

“Good, get the rest of the food ready too princess. I’ll be home in 2 hours”

As always in the IT field, something comes up at exactly 4:42pm any time I have plans, meaning my 5pm exit was delayed by almost an hour. I let Kaila know of the delay ans she assured me she had every handled and ready for me when I could get away. By the time I left, got to my car and commuted home, 2 or 3 cars were already crowding my driveway, leaving me to park on the street near my neighbors house. I hurried from the car and got to the house, took a deep breath and prepared to be social.

I cracked open the door, “Hey everyone, FINALLY home!” I called out.

I glance around and soak in the welcomes, my eyes settling on Kaila...in the dress I expressly forbid her from wearing, an innocent smile on her face. As she pointed me out to one of my oldest friends, Michael, she gave me a sassy grin, tossed out a throwaway comment to bridge my late arrival and then she sashsayed away before I could say a word, headed towards another grouping of our friends. The sundress bouncing, STILL barely covering her. I was annoyed.

I caught up with Michael, exchanged greetings and recent history since our last get together, inside, exasperated with the blatant disrespect. He told me about his kids and all their new sports as I half listened, trying to maintain the mood. It’s a get together with old friends. No big deal I kept telling myself, deep breaths, she’s just trying to get a rise out of you.

The worst part is that it worked, between the end of day stress and the thought running through my head that I, Said. No.; she was getting my ire up, no matter how much I tried to tamp it down.

Kaila made every effort to avoid being too near me as I made my way through my friends and neighbors, purposfully moving to the opposite side of groups so she could give me that innocent angel smile anytime I caught her eye. I gave up my attempt to stalk her around the party, and went and changed into more casual attire. I had all night. She can wait. She’ll get overconfident and I’ll be there.

I was waiting for her in the parking lot outside of her work.

She really shouldn’t have posted those things in that CNC subreddit, not if she was going to post those pictures. That tattoo along her ribs was very recognizable to anyone who’d spent time around her in the summer. She’d spent a lot of time in my pool every year since she and her husband moved in across the alley, I knew it by heart. Pretty sure she flirted with me just to keep pool access. I didn’t mind, she was nice to look at.

She definitely shouldn’t have talked about how she needed to be kidnapped and used. Taken away from her “boring” husband, the young kids and the miserable job. Taken away and treated like a piece of meat. She’d been boasting about her baiting men with a low cut sundress and no panties whenever she left the store, really selling it. If she didn’t want it, I can’t imagine why she’d have said it.

I mean, I did know she was either in an open marriage or a serial cheater. Her dates dropping her off in the alley may has kept her secret from most of the neighbors, but my cameras captured it all. Every time she leaned over and sucked a guys cock before wiping her mouth, smoothing down her dress and heading inside. I even watched out the window as she rode one of them, then headed inside, kissing her husband at the door. She still claimed he was boring, so rude.

So I was there, waiting in my blacked out rental SUV, parked a row closer to the building, and a couple spots away from the drivers side of her suburban mom car. It was time to make all of her fantasies come true. A full weekend of being a warm, breathing fleshlight. I had a lot of plans, but first I needed to get her into the SUV.

It was full dark by the time she came out rear exit of the store she managed. The last to leave, like a good manager. Her outfit was not quite as advertised though, tight jeans that hugged her slightly bubbled butt and a tank top definitely not what I and the rest of the CNC group were promised. It was obvious there was even a bra under the shirt. I’d have to make sure she paid for that, just add it to the list of transgressions.

I slipped quietly out of the drivers door as I saw her draw even with my vehicle, leaving the door open, pulling the bottom part of my balaclava up from around my neck. She was engrossed in her phone, oblivious to her surroundings, secure in her belief that no one knew where to find her. I did. Her keys jingled as she unlocked her car door and dropped them back in the purse, and that’s when I ran and crashed into her. Pinning her against her car, my large hand wrapping around her mouth, covering it completely. Using my weight, I kept her pinned until my other hand slid the small knife under her tank against that tattoo.

“Don’t scream, don’t struggle.” I whispered into her ear. “Isn’t this what you requested?”

I chose to interpret the whimpering as eagerness, ignoring the tears and shaking. Slowly pushing her across the parking lot back to my SUV. Face pushed into the still warm hood, I popped the back end open and yanked her to the back. The seats were already down, a carpet covered wooden board with attached eyelets for the restraints already in place. She saw it and started trying to pull away, but another prick of the knife stopped that in it’s tracks. She still hadn’t screamed though.

“Where’s the sundress?” I asked as I forced her awkwardly into the back of the SUV, partially resisting.

Her eyes got wide when she realized what I asked, and what looked like genuine fear for a split second. “Wha-wha- do you mean?” She stuttered out.

“You know exactly what I mean. You know why I’m here. You wanted to be taken away from it all right? Used and abused and not a care in the world. That’s what you said. Saved from your boring life.”

She’d stopped struggling but the tears came harder down her cheeks. “That was just talk! It was for engagement...I don’t…” she started to say before stopping. She still hadn’t screamed though.

I pushed harder, overbalancing her to land on her ass on the board, before grabbing her firmly around the throat and forcing her to her back, straddling her, knife dropping to the floor of the SUV. With the swiftness of someone experienced dealing with recalcitrant brats, one and then the other wrist were captured in leather restraints. Her arms unable to move more than a few inches, she whimpered again.

I reached down for the knife, watching her eyes get wider. Slipping the back of the blade up her body, under the straps of her bra and tank and sawing through them, then the other side. I tugged the now freed material down, exposing her for the first time, breasts already flush with excitement, or fear. Immaterial. Those nipple rings, formerly an outline through the bikini now on full display. I pushed them into a wad of material near her waist, just above where I sat. Knife back to the floor, I started exploring with my hands.

She turned her head away as I reached those gorgeous breasts, lightly stroking, then gripping harder, eliciting a cry when I tugged a nipple, a shiver when the other was similarly abused. I gave them each a smack, pink blooming from the impact. Another, then another, whimpers and light sobbing accompanying every smack. I stroked her cheek, smearing the tears down her faces and across her nearly red tits.

I lifted myself up, and she took a chance of trying to buck me off. Where did she think she could go? I smacked another tit, even harder. “Don’t.”, is all I said.

I moved down to straddle her thighs and knees, and reached for the button on her jeans. Her kicks and squirming now completely ineffectual. Unsnapped. Unzipped. “No panties, well at least you aren’t a complete liar.” I told her as I roughly began tugging them down. No ability to resist as I slid myself along with them until they pooled around her ankles. I followed with the tank and bra, sliding them all off at once. Now bare and helpless she tried to kick, but after grabbing one ankle I was able to wrangle her back to the carpeted board and strap her legs down as well.

Helpless and on display, but her smoothly waxed pussy was already noticeably wet, clit visibly excited. I slid out the back of the vehicle and picked up her purse and everything that had spilled from it, I walked to my door and tossed the purse in the passenger seat, saving only her phone. I then rejoined her in the back, closing the rear hatch.

She stared at me as I crawled across her to push my fingers between her slightly spread thighs. A finger danced around her opening, slick already.

“No, no no no no nonono,” she sobbed. “Please don’t. Please let me go. I won’t tease anymore.”

I ignored her and slid one finger inside her, easily swallowed, then a second, stretching her. She arched up, or tried to pull away. It doesn’t matter which. Her physical excitement was audible as they pushed in and out, wet sounds filling the enclosed space. She gave a gasp and whine when the third forced itself inside her. She still hadn’t screamed though.

Full tears now flowed, trying to hide her face as my fingers claimed her, her body rising to the occasion, or betraying her. Eventually the whimpers became full on whines and moans as my thumb found her clit and ground against it, then lightly stroked, alternating pressure and speeds.

Her back arched, she flooded my fingers. She gasped and muttered “No, no no no nonono” under her breath as she shook and shivered forced to cum around my thick fingers. A few more hard thrusts with my digits to keep her shaking, before I withdrew them and smeared the remains of her orgasm down her thighs, wiping my hand clean.

I moved up to straddle her chest again, knees on either side of her. My hands reached for my jeans and the zipper came down. With one hand I fished my cock through the zipper, the other grabbing her light brown hair.

“Open.” Is all I said as I forced her head up, my hardness slapping her cheek. “I only say it once.”

She sobbed again but complied and I slowly forced myself into her mouth halfway. “This is what you requested.” I remind her, as I began to fuck her pretty face. Shallow at first, then deeper until she began to struggle to take it, gagging. I pulled out for her to catch her breath and then pushed back inside her warm wet mouth.

“All of it.” I told her and I kept pushing...ignoring her struggles, until I felt throat open before me. A piece of meat. Used. That’s what she said she wanted. That’s what she gets. A fleshlight for my use.

I felt myself getting closer, a week of self-denial taking a toll. All of the excitement of the day finally being here working against my stamina. The throbbing became undeniable, further engorging in her throat. I groaned, fought it, and then gave in, letting one, then two blasts empty directly down her throat.

I quickly pulled out, stroking myself with her spit as a lube to elicit two more pulses of cum, coating her across the cheek and down her nose and lips as she gasped and coughed from the rough use. I grabbed her phone from my pocket and unlocked it on her finger. Grabbing her hair again, I forced her to look at me before snapping a few pictures of her cum covered face, close ups, capturing the streaks running from her cheeks, tears and cum mingling.

I slid back and re-opened the back end, overhead light popping on to provide illumination for the pictures of her strapped down, naked, breasts still red and abused, wet pussy slightly gaped obscenely.

I opened her messaging app and found her husband. I attached every single picture I’d taken.

“Sending these to Derek right now.” I informed her.

She shook, crying, trying to hide her face from the shame.

I slammed down the rear hatch and climbed into the drivers seat. “I hope you got everything you requested.” I told her.

“It was amazing Daddy, thank you. It was everything.”

I clicked send on the whole batch of pictures, captioned simply “I’ll send her home Monday.”

She still hadn’t screamed.