Bending His Brat (pt 8 Brat Series)

Part 8 of The Brat Chronicles

Eve

Tomorrow came around after the first time Scott pushed his entire cock in my asshole for the first time. I had been on my best behaviour. It was almost instinctual. A part of me felt like anal was on the table now. Even though I knew I could stop Scott at any moment, I knew I wouldn't unless I was truly distressed.

It just so happened that Scott was working from home that day. He fucked me twice. Once he used my mouth and the second time he bent me over the couch and took me from behind. He let me orgasm when he fucked me.

I had cooked dinner and we had eaten. We were retired to the couch now and the anticipation was making me nervous. I wasn't sure if he really was going to fuck me in the ass.

"Sir," I purred. Scott's eyes flashed from the TV to me without hesitation. I was sitting right beside him on the couch but I turned so my whole body was facing his. I pulled my legs up on the couch, they were half under me, half to the side.

"Yes brat?" he teased me.

"I think I need some open communication," I began.

"Communication about what?" Scott asked.

His eyes were dancing with mine making me feel nervous. He had this naturally dominant way of being that I just couldn't bear at times. It was making me shrink down and feel like when we were nearly dating and I was completely smitten but also completely nervous.

"Well the anticipation of this whole anal thing... It's making me nervous. I just... I don't think you can spring it on me... I think when we do it, I need fair warning."

Scott chuckled. He leaned forward and pushed my hair behind my ears. Then his lips hovered over my own. I sucked in a sharp breath. This man was going to be the death of me. Scott kissed me. I leaned back and he pushed forward and we were soon parallel on the couch.

When we pulled back, Scott looked at me with amused eyes. My lips felt swollen from what he did to me. I blinked up at him with wide round eyes. " I promise sweetheart, I won't spring anal on you. You'll know exactly when it's coming."

With that, we sat back up and got back to watching TV. My pussy was throbbing the entire time. The impromptu make out session had me so hot and ready to take Scotts cock but then he just sat right back up and didn't keep going.

***

By the time Scott told me he was ready to go to bed, I was completely overcome by the need to be fucked. My pussy just kept throbbing. What made matters worse Is that as I laid with Scott on the couch he began to play with my clit. He shoved his hands down my panties and began to swirl my sensitive little nub in circles.

"Are you going to fuck me?" I asked Scott once we were in our room together.

"If you want my cock sweetheart, you're going to have to ask for it," Scott replied. It almost seems like he was waiting for me to ask for it.

"You clearly want to."

We were standing by the bed around 3 feet from one another. Scott was looking at me all amused. I'm pretty sure I was glaring at him.

He crossed his arms over his chest.

"On your knees now."

"What?"

"Evie," his voice sounded like a condescending warning. I need to listen to him. "I'm being serious."

I dropped to my knees in front of him.

"Now, beg for my cock. If you want me, you're gonna have to work for it, baby."

Humiliation and arousal flooded my core. I couldn't believe he was doing this to me. I looked up at him with wide pleading eyes.

"Please fuck me. Please. Please my pussy is throbbing... Sir... Sir... please," I began to beg.

"I just don't know if that's good enough," Scott said.

"But I'm begging you."

"I don't know you look pretty upright for a begger," he teased.

I knew that exactly what he wanted. This was so fucking ridiculous. I bowed down towards him so my head was almost on the ground.

"Please, I need you to fuck me. I need you to bend me over that bed like I'm your dirty little whore. I need you to treat me like a slut Scott. I mean, Sir. Please, I'm begging you."

"Get up, slut," Scott said.

I shot to my feet in an instant. Scott closed the distance between us and started taking off all of my clothing. I was in not much but a T-shirt and some panties. Once I was naked, he wrapped her hand around my throat. He led me to the bed until I was sitting up against the headboard.

With his free hand, he came down to my nipple. He took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled back-and-forth back-and-forth. Then when it started hurting a little bit, he squeezed it painfully. Then he pulled it until I gasped. Then he moved to the other nipple and the same thing.

Scotts eyes bore into mine. His hand that he had around my throat was squeezing. He wasn't squeezing me tight enough to hurt me, but just tight enough that I knew that he was there. It wasn't about him choking me but the idea that he could that there was an element of danger. I moaned against him as he put his free hand from my nipple down to my pussy. He played with my clit, rubbing it in circles before pinching it. Pleasure and pain burst through me.

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Please Sir," I begged.

"I don't know if you deserve it," he continued teasing me. He was pinching my clit now over and over again. The pain in the pleasure was mixing together. I arched my back into him. I was starting to lose the ability to speak. My begs coming out through slurred speech between moans.

"I need you. I need you inside me."

My eyes glanced from his down to his body, he hadn't undressed yet. I was chewing on my lips. Nerves were getting to me. He pushed his fingers into my body. My cunt was dripping. He found my juice spot in a second, and massaged it with the pads of his fingers as he fucked me with his hand. I was about to come just from this but I was worried he wouldn't fuck me if I did.

"Fill me up," I cried out.

"I want you to always be this desperate," Scott groaned. His deep husky voice was filled to the brim with arousal.

"I always am this desperate. I just.... Usually you just give it to me," I admitted. My breath was shaky. I didn't know what I was even saying. My head was so filled with arousal. It was making me dumb.

"I'm going to find a way to make you beg more often. I'm gonna make you beg for it all the time," he told me.

"I'm always so desperate for you, please Sir. Even before we started this, I've always loved having sex with you."

The look that crossed Scott's face wasn't one of dominance but rather something sweeter. He seemed genuinely touched by what I had to say. His lips found mine in a desperate kiss. I reached forward and started pulling his pants down. He didn't argue with me. The tension in the air was so thick you could slice it with a knife.

His pants were off his body and he was left in his boxers and T-shirt. Scott pulled his shirt off him. Now we were flush skin to skin against each other as his lips worked against mine.

Scott pulled back from our kiss. His hand was still around my throat. He came forward, my body fell a little, so the angle could be right. Then Scott plunged his cock deep and hard inside me. He slammed into me again and again. The anticipation had made me so sensitive on the inside. I was moaning from the get go there was no need for buildup. I wrapped my hands around Scott's neck pulling him closer to me. He hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me up into his cock. I was sandwich between him and the headboard as he fucked me.

I dug my fingers into the skin of Scott's back. He let go of my neck and grabbed my hair instead. A groan escaped me as he pulled it. He yanked my head to the side exposing my neck to him. Scott came down and left a wet kiss on my neck before biting me. This all felt so primal for some reason. Animalistic. Passionate. It was different to how we usually fucked and even that was hot. This was something else.

I was completely lost in my own pleasure. I was completely lost in my husband. I was nearing my peak. I couldn't hold back for much longer. Moans kept escaping me and I was just growing louder and louder at every thrust.

"I'm going to come," I screamed.

"Come for me baby," Scott said.

My orgasm ripped through me as Scott continued to fuck me against the headboard. He seemed to be ramming into me harder and harder as pleasure rippled through me. I was hot and sensitive to the touch even as I started coming down. My post orgasm bliss left my nerves primed. Every inch of my skin that Scott was touching felt like it was going to bring me to my next orgasm.

He pulled his cock out of me, making me feel empty. I started whining looking at him with wide eyes pleading with him.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Turn around," he commanded.

I started turning in place. He grabbed me by the Hair and pushed me down onto the bed. His cock was inside me moments later. He had to fuck me harder and faster, pulling my hair from behind and spanking me all at once. I came without warning. He was fucking me so deep and hard I couldn't hold back any more.

"You're in so much trouble," Scott warned as I came down from my orgasm.

"I'm sorry Sir," I cried back.

He spanked me harder and faster with each thrust. My ass was on fire. I knew this wasn't the real punishment though. He tucked my hair with one hand and smacked my ass and thighs with the other. Scott was completely relentless. I cried out as he came deep inside me. He cursed and thrust so hard I knew what he was doing. He stilled with his cock still in me.

"When are you going to punish me?" I couldn't help but ask.

Scott let go of my hair and pull his cock out of me, letting me collapse flat down onto the bed. He laid beside me and pulled my limp body to him.

"Tomorrow," he said.

"Okay Sir."

I was too thoroughly fucked to argue with him. All I could do was nestle into his embrace and say yes to whatever he wanted.

***

Scott stepped through the front front door door. I had been missing him all day. Even though I had started working on my blog, it didn't stop me from missing him at times. Other days were better though because I was able to get distracted in my work and then before I knew what he was home. Sometimes there was only so much cooking and cleaning I could do, especially since we were only a couple and there were no kids to take care of.

I got up from my spot on the couch and walked to the door, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him hard on the lips as soon as he came inside. The door shut behind him. He must've kicked it with his foot. Scott's attention was completely on me. He dropped his bag right by the door. His arms came around my body finding my arse he dug into the tender flesh. I moaned against his lips.

He started pushing me forward as we were kissing and soon we made it back into the living room. He pushed me down on the couch, his fingers tangled through my hair. His legs were tangled with mine and I was somehow pinned to the couch. That's when he pulled his lips away from mine. I looked up at him so desperate for something I wasn't sure what.

"You missed me, sweetheart?" Scott cooed.

"I did, Sir."

"Don't you remember you have a punishment coming?"

I had actually forgotten. Everything we did last night was just so passionate. My mind was filled with pleasure and not much else.

"I completely forgot," I said to him. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I want you to ask for the punishment that you think you deserve," Scott said.

"How am I meant to do that?" I pouted. This was harder than taking anything he wanted to give to me because I had to think about it.

I had to think about what I deserved. I had to think about what I could take. I also didn't want to disappoint Scott so I didn't want to give myself anything too light. At the same time though, I wasn't about to give myself some sort of big harsh punishment. If Scott was the one deciding my fate, I don't think he would give me anything too harsh right now. It's not as if I did it on purpose. It was an accident, a heat of the moment thing. It wasn't even my first one, it was my second. He gave me permission for the first one. That had to count for something.

"When do I have to decide by?" I asked. I couldn't help the pout that kept playing at my lips.

Scott smooth the hair out of my face and gave me a little peck. He somehow managed to soften me up. I melted against him.

"You can decide while we have dinner. When we're finished, I'll be ready to administer your punishment."

With that Scott peeled off my body he left me lying on the couch for a few moments as my mind wondered. When he realised I wasn't moving he looked down at me and grabbed my hands in his pulling me up into a seated position.

"Come on sweetheart," he said.

I pouted at him, making him laugh. Then he pulled me up to my feet and started leading me through to the kitchen. We plated our food that I had finished preparing 20 minutes earlier. Then we came and sat back down on the couch.

The entire time we were eating dinner, I was trying to figure out what I was meant to do. Scott had administered many punishments at this point. He should surely know. He should be the one administering all my punishment. Or perhaps this was part of the punishment having to decide for myself.

There were spankings. Then there was all the different kinds of objects you could hit a person with. Did Scott run into this much decision fatigue on a regular basis? Was he having trouble coming up with a punishment and that's why he wanted me to decide for myself?

Some say the punishment should fit the crime. So then I thought maybe he could overstimulate me. Maybe he could edge me three or four times before he let me come. That seems like the preferable of the two options.

I wasn't really sure though.

Once dinner was over, I cleared our plates and took them to the kitchen. I put them in the sink for later then came and sat by Scott once again.

I turned him on the couch, kneeling as I did so. Even after the owl we were eating and relaxing for I still couldn't think of anything.

"Please don't make me decide my own punishment," I found myself begging.

"Is it that difficult sweetheart?" Scott teased.

"I can't handle the pressure," I pleaded.

"How about, you choose your own punishment, or I choose but you stay naked all weekend," he proposed.

My mind was so blank and trying to think almost hurt. I would take anything not to decide my own fate.

"You decide," I blurted after a moment of thought.

"Naked all weekend huh?" He chuckled.

"Yes Sir."

Scott grabbed me by the Hair. He wasn't trying to hurt me. I just knew he liked to use it as a leash. I stood up as he tagged at me. Then he began to walk me into the dining room.

"Strip then get on the table," he commanded.

I did as I was told. I pulled off my pyjama shorts and tank top leaving me and nothing. Then I climbed up onto our dining room table and sat with my leg dangling over the edge.

"Sit further in, pull your knees up so they're bent, then spread your legs," Scott instructed.

I pulled my legs up and spread them just as he said. His eyes held mine but I was struggling to look at him, especially when I was being punished. I felt air against my entrance in a way that wasn't usual, it made me feel so completely exposed to Scott.

"I'll be right back. Hold your position, brat," he told me. I watched him walk back toward the kitchen and rummage through one of our drawers. Whatever he came back with would surely have to be replaced.

When Scott returned he was holding a wooden spoon.

"I'm going to spank your pussy," he told me.

Fear and anticipation zipped through me. Even though this wouldn't be the first time having my pussy spanked I still felt my heartbeat harder and faster than usual. I gripped the table behind me. Scott came close to me and pushed my legs further apart. I felt them stretching at my joints. He pushed the hood of my clit up, exposing the sensitive nub. Then he smacked the wooden spoon into it. I cried out.

"No coming without permission," he reminded me. Then he landed a few more smacks against it.

"I won't."

"But you did," he said.

He let go of my clip then and focused on just smacking me. He hit my entire pussy with the flat end of the wooden spoon.

"I promise I won't without permission ever again," I found myself pleading with him, when the punishment had barely begun.

"It's too late for promises, brat," he told me. Three hard spanks landed against me making me cry out in pure agony.

"I know I'm just saying for next time," I continued.

Scott aimed for my clit and slammed the wooden spoon against it. My head tipped back as a scream escaped me echoing around the dining room. When I looked back up Scott wasn't hovering over my pussy any more. He then pulled a seat up in front of me and it almost felt disrespectful that he was going to be sitting whilst punishing me.

"You're sitting?" I questioned in a thick voice. My head was spinning from the punishment.

"I want to be up close and personal for this. Besides, we're gonna be here for a long time, sweetheart."

Each and every word that came out of him was dripping with sex. I wanted to get up off this table and hop on his cock. But I knew he wouldn't allow it. Now that Scott was in charge he had so much more self-control when it came to sex it was almost scary. I'd never denied him in our relationship together, but he never would have denied me either. Now, I knew he would be more than happy to say no to me to watch me suffer.

I stared down at Scott while whimpering. He spread my lips apart and smacked down against my bare flesh. A shriek came from me. He then started playing with my clit. He pulled the hood back and rubbed sensual circles over it. I was starting to get wet and sensitive. I knew what he was doing.

My pussy started to drip. That's when Scott pulled his hands off me and stop touching me like that. I was doing my best not to moan the entire time so he wouldn't stop prematurely. I was hoping to get as much pleasure out of him as I physically could.

The spanks started wailing down against my exposed clit again. I squeezed my eyes shot as pain flooded through my body. No matter how many times I have been punished I still wasn't used to being in pain. It also seems like Scott never actually let me get used to it. It wasn't as if I was being beaten every single day. Sometimes we would take a break for like a week. We did other things like tie me up and using the candle wax or playing with my asshole. There were plenty of things that made me feel submissive that didn't involve impact play.

And when Scott was involving impact play, he seemed to enjoy rotating between the various parts of my body that he liked to beat in order to give them a break.

I braced myself, letting my head tipped back and squeezing my eyes as he started hitting me harder. The slaps were wet and loud in my ears.

Then Scott started degrading me.

"You enjoy having your dirty little pussy beaten don't you?"

"No Sir," I cried back.

"You do that's why you keep misbehaving. You want to be punished," he said.

"I promise it was an accident."

"How can I know that you're not lying? That's why I need to punish you because it doesn't matter whether it was an accident or not."

He began alternating where he was focusing the smack. One on my down lower on my puffy aroused lips. I was going to be bruised by the end of this. He continued smacking back-and-forth. I was half crying, half whimpering.

"I'll try to be better," I said.

"I love to watch you fail so you can get beat over and over again."

I had no words left inside me as he rained down on me with the wooden spoon. When tea started flowing down my face and I was a complete blubbering mess. Scott drop the wooden spoon beside us on the dining room table.