Berating His Brat –pt10 Brat Series

Eve

Another week came and went. Scott ended his week of having to do extra housework. In truth I was slightly bored out of my mind. But I did enjoy the extra free time to do whatever I wanted to do rather than having to do the things that I had to do. We had planned for me to be naked while we played for the following weekend but we ended up getting busy and Scott was tired from work anyway. But, Scott still had it as a plan in his back pocket. He told me as much anyway.

I was sitting in my office writing an article about picking up new hobbies as an adult and how we often forget about hobbies as our careers become hectic. I sat typing away with my feet pulled up on my chair. I always sat funny when I was at home and I only ever sat with my legs down when I was in the office or in a video meeting from home.

Scott told me he wanted to cook us something different for dinner tonight, and besides, he enjoyed cooking which was something he didn't anticipate missing when we started all of this. There were a lot of changes to both of our lives. I still felt at times like I was wearing someone else's shoes. There was a certain dissatisfaction that came with being a stay at home wife that I couldn't quite shake.

I was deep in my own thoughts when a knock sounded against the doorway of the office. The door had been open so I knew Scott was just trying to get my attention. It took me a moment to respond as my thoughts were just so loud in my mind I barely registered the knocks at first. I spun around in my chair to face Scott. He was standing in the doorway, arms folded over his chest. I sighed and sunk back into my office chair. I don't know why, it wasn't a conscious choice, but rather my body seemed to act on its own accord.

"What's wrong?" Scott finally asked when he saw the look on my face. I frowned, confusion washing over me. I didn't even think I looked angry or anything, so I didn't get where that question had come from.

"What do you mean? Nothing is wrong." I couldn't help but pout. I felt like I was being accused of something wrong. Scott walked into the room, stopping right in front of me. His presence always had an effect on my body. No matter my mood. He grabbed my arms that I had crossed tightly over my chest and unfurled them. I went to put them back where I had them but he grabbed my wrists before I could do so, holding me in place.

"Scott..." I whined.

"You have been looking sad all week. I tried to give you your space... but, Evie, love, you've been wearing this t-shirt for three days straight and it is three sizes too big for you," he said. His voice was full of compassion but that didn't stop embarrassment from flying through me.

"I don't know... I guess I am sad. I just don't know. I don't think I'm sad but maybe you're right," I conceded.

"You don't really go out much, love. Maybe that's the problem."

My head was feeling cloudy, I looked up at him and something just made me snap.

"You don't really take me out. In fact, we hardly do anything on the weekends now. You made it pretty crystal clear to me at the beginning that you just wanted to sit at home and do nothing on the weekends," I pointed out, my voice rising.

Scott opened his mouth as if he was ready to snap back at me for a moment but then he pursed his lips and nodded. "We were in a different place then and I was pretty tired between work and outings... I wasn't planning on..."

"Planning on keeping me locked in the fucking house?" I don't know what came over me to snap the way I did. But my whole body just revolted against the tight box I felt like I had been placed in.

"I'm not trying to hurt you or keep you hostage. You know that, so why are you acting like I am? You have a car and money, you can come and go as you please. In fact, you almost have more freedom than me," he said. His voice was teetering on the edge of raising but he was still keeping calm. He dropped my wrists from where he was holding them playfully before. I crossed my arms right back over my chest.

"You get to make all the fucking damn decisions around here and yet I am the one with more freedom. That is rich coming from you," I replied.

Scott gave me a little glare then took a step backward. He pinched the bridge of his nose and turned around from me. I knew he was trying to calm himself down. I also knew it was quite a toxic thought to have but I was a little satisfied at getting under his skin. He finally turned back and it was as if he had expelled the anger from his body.

"This conversation is unproductive, go shower and change into something else. You have five minutes, go."

That fired me up even more. I stood up and squared my stance. Scott looked at me with a warning in his eye. "You can't tell me what to do, if I want to rot away, I will. I'll do as I god damn please."

Scott started stalking toward me and I side stepped him and ran out of the office. I continued through the house until I got to the upstairs bathroom. I locked myself inside knowing Scott wouldn't be able to come in. It seemed since not having a job I struggled at times to express myself in a mature manner. A shower was actually a good idea, I just didn't like that he chose that moment to tell me what to do.

I turned the shower on and stepped inside. I washed myself, hair and all, taking much longer than the measly five minutes Scott had given me. I knew I was going to be in for it after all of this, but at that moment, I didn't care one bit.

Once I was done in the shower, I dried myself off and wrapped my hair up in a small towel. I went into our room and almost jumped when I saw Scott sitting on the bed.

"Close the door behind you, sweetheart."

"No," I said, and walked toward the closet.

I heard his steps come up behind me before I felt him wrap his arms around my torso. He pulled me back against him. The towel fell from my grip, next thing I knew Scott was spinning me around. I reached up to fight him but he grabbed my wrists. I glared at him as he led me to the bed.

"Are you begging for a beating?" He asked me as he sat us down.

"No," I ground out.

"Are you sure? You're being a little fucking brat when I haven't actually done anything to you," he pointed out.

"You told me what to do," I said.

Scott chuckled and nodded. "Fine, okay, you're clearly frustrated and we need to remedy this."

"How can we do that?"

"We're going to get you out of the house. Clearly you're not my little house cat but rather a bit of a mountain lion," he said.

"I don't like being compared to animals," I grumbled.

"You need it fucked out of you so bad," he said.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I replied.

Scott dragged me down by the wrists until I was face down against the mattress. He grabbed my hips and pulled me so I was in the centre of the bed. I cried out in shock, but arousal flooded my pussy. He spanked my ass hard as I tried to wriggle away.

"I tried to be nice," he told me, before another hard spank came down on my other cheek. I grabbed the sheets in front of me, trying to get up, and fight back. But it was no use. I wanted this to happen, but I wanted to argue on principle.

"Scott," I yelled at him.

"You know your safe word," he told me.

I twisted my hips side to side as he spanked me again and again. My head was spinning. I had all this adrenaline pumped to the brim inside me. Scott grabbed me by the hips and pulled me up against him, slipping his big thick cock deep inside my pussy. He impaled me, slamming into me with force.

"I'm going to fuck this attitude right out of you, if it's the last thing I do," Scott told me.

"Fucker," I yelled back. Pleasure erupted inside me nonetheless as Scott's cock continued working its way in and out of me. I clenched around him without a thought. His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass as he kept me pinned. I was face down against the mattress with my ass up for him.

Scott grabbed the towel that was on my head then tossed it off before grabbing a wad of my wet hair and pulling it so my head was tipped back. He leant over my back as he fucked me. I could almost see him at the angle he was pulling me. His hot breath tickled my neck, anticipation went up my spine.

"Watch your fucking mouth, little brat," he seethed.

"I'll do whatever I fucking want," I spat back.

Scott let go of me and the next thing I knew spanks were raining down on my ass with either of his hands as he fucked me. He was not pulling any punches now. He was spanking me with everything he had. I started screaming out against the pain within a few hits but Scott wasn't relenting. He only took brief breaks to tug on my hair.

"Now you're sorry aren't you?"

"No," I cried.

Tears were pricking my eyes as pain was taking over my lower half. My ass was on fire. I wasn't going to stop being stubborn though. All the bones inside my body were telling me not to give up. Submitting right now would feel like admitting defeat. I wasn't going to lose the game.

"Evie," he growled, slapping the side of my thigh.

Pleasure burst inside me as I slammed myself back against his cock. I revelled in the feeling of him inside me. My orgasm took over my whole being and was only heightened by the intensity of my emotion. I felt like I was unravelling in his grip. He continued spanking me as he fucked me and it only made me come harder.

"Fuck, you're such a bad girl," I heard Scott grunt from behind me. But my mind was elsewhere. I was wrapped up in a ball of my own pleasure and nothing he could have said could have brought me down from that high. My moans filled the room as one orgasm rolled into two orgasms and I started coming all over again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I yelled. My pussy was so sensitive, spasming from the feeling of him pressing into me.

Scott continued to fuck me as I came down from my high. I was reeling from how sensitive my pussy was. Sometimes pleasure teetered over into a feeling that was almost akin to pain as my mind and body couldn't come to terms with it. Finally, Scott pulled his cock out of me and came all over my ass. I collapsed flat on the bed and then I felt his weight shift on the mattress. I knew logically he was probably going to go get something to clean me up with but at that moment I was completely out of it.

The feeling of a warm wet washcloth swiped over my ass. It stung from where he had spanked me. I hissed in pain and Scott gave me another smack on my now wet ass. I whimpered to which he just chuckled at me.

He disappeared one last time, probably to discard it in the laundry hamper. When he started walking back into the room again I rolled onto my side and looked up at him with hooded eyes.

"What now?"

"Have you lost the attitude?" he raised a brow at me. I thought about it. The orgasms had placated me, for now. I wasn't quite sure how long I would be able to keep the attitude at bay for.

"I guess... for now," I replied. I was being honest at least.

Scott barked out a laugh and rolled his eyes at me.

"Well, then we have dinner. After dinner, I guess we will see where your little mouth takes you," he said to me.

I almost argued again but settled for a little glare. I sat up, my head was all filled with that post orgasm bliss and it was making my vision go sideways just a bit. I finally managed to sit up on shaky legs while Scott stood there watching me, clearly amused by my predicament. Fucking him was always a good time, but this time was different, he was pissed and I was feeling it. I started walking across the room toward my dresser when I heard him tisk at me.

I turned to face him, crossing my arms over my chest. My tits pressed together which I coincidentally knew was distracting for him.

"No clothes for you," he said. I stared at him with wide eyes. To my dismay my pussy throbbed just thinking about the humiliation ritual of having dinner naked.

"Scott," I groaned.

"So disrespectful," he chastised. I turned back to my dresser while Scott started stalking toward me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him, spinning me in the process so my front was plastered to his. I sighed as I settled against him, my heart rate relaxed to a steady beat. Scott bent down and pressed a kiss to my neck, before taking a nip at my earlobe. Against my own will I moaned.

"Sir," I said, submission laced through my tone.

"Yes sweetheart," he then replied.

"I don't know it just slipped out," I huffed. I laid my head against his chest.

"I guess you have lost the attitude," he said, rubbing his hand in circles over my back.

"I'm too tired to have an attitude right now," I replied.

Scott barked out another laugh. At least he was amused by my antics and not pissed off. He pulled me off him then and grabbed my hand and led me down to the kitchen. Scott had managed to slip some clothes on in the interim of watching me get out of bed but I was still stark naked. He sat me down in the dining room then got the now cold food and brought it out.

We began to eat dinner in a comfortable silence. The food settled me further, making any lingering annoyance slip away. I almost forgot I was naked but Scott didn't. His eyes continued to flicker down to my tits, I knew he was enjoying himself at least.

"We still need a solution, because you're like a caged animal. All aggressive and full of energy," he chuckled, teasing me.

"What kind of solution?" I raised a brow. My tone had bite to it, so Scott knew I wasn't playing around. All he did was chuckle. I knew he didn't take me seriously when I got like this.

"I'll think of something. But for now, focus on your dinner and think about how I'm going to punish you," he said.

"Hey," I found myself yelling. "You already punished me."

"That was practically a reward. If I fucked you like that every time you mouthed off, you'd be mouthing off every damn day. No, I can't have you running around with an attitude. You're going to respect me or I'm going to make you learn some respect," he said.

"I do respect you," I said, pushing my food from one end of the plate to the other. My appetite was souring.

"Do you?"

"Yes."

"Let's pretend we aren't in a BDSM dynamic for a moment, how you spoke to me, how you expressed yourself, how you ran away, is that any way for a grown adult woman to be speaking to her partner and acting?" he asked. I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide from him. His eyes pierced me and I felt myself literally shrinking back into my own body. I knew that wasn't possible but it is how it felt.

I chewed on my lip. I had no good excuse for that. I think just since losing my job I haven't been able to get into any sort of normal routine. I have always had a challenging job where I had to use my mind and nothing about what I was doing now felt challenging or fulfilling in the same way. I could go out and do things but I don't think of it and I don't want to blow our budget. Plus, no one is available for coffee at 3 p.m on a Tuesday. So, I end up being alone and understimulated, bored, and upset. Scott is right. I am like an angry caged animal, but what am I meant to do?

For a while there I was good because I was recovering from the utter burn out. I then started the blog. But just over the past week or two those feelings were starting to creep in again.

"Are you going to answer me, Evie?" Scott pressed.

I pouted. "No, I guess that wasn't appropriate."

"You would never speak to a client that way."

"You're not a client Scott, you're my husband. I feel completely safe with you. That's a ridiculous comparison," I said.

Scott's hard expression softened and he nodded. "Okay okay. I'm sorry."

I nodded back. My emotions were all over the place and I wasn't even sure I was regulated yet. I wasn't even sure what I was upset about any more.

We went back to eating and the air grew awkward between us. I was a ball of self pity by the time we were putting the plates into the sink. I cleaned up in silence and Scott helped me. Once we were done in the kitchen Scott started walking to the living room and like a base instinct I started following him. He sat down on one end of the couch and I looked at him before sitting at the other.

"Come here," he said after a moment. I scooted over and once I was in reach he grabbed me and pulled me into his side, holding me there.

"Are you mad at me?" I grumbled.

"No," he said and picked up the TV remote.

"Are you still going to punish me?" I then asked.

Scott chuckled and turned to look down at me. I peered up at him.

"I have one better."

Anticipation quelled inside me. "What?"

"I think we need to go camping, get some of that energy out of your system. Change the pace a bit. Then we can assess how we will change things when we come back," Scott said. He announced it like I had no say in the matter. I guess I didn't have a say which was sort of fine by me.

I think back when I had my job I would have abhorred the idea of taking time off to go camping of all things. Now, I felt a bit excited. It gave me something to look forward to. That was important in life, I found. We always need something to look forward to and work toward otherwise the every day can become a bit drab.

"When are we going camping?" I then asked.

"I'll have to work it out with my boss, but soon. We can just go Friday to Monday and I'll be back at work on Tuesday, so sooner than later we'll go. They can miss me for a couple days. Plus, no service out there," Scott said.

"What sort of budget will this camping trip have?" I asked.

"Just, send me whatever you want to buy and I'll say yes or no, how about that?"

"That's a bit micromanager--ish," I replied, huffing. Scott laughed.

"Well, how about you come up with a budget and we can see if it's feasible, okay?"

"Alright, I guess that could be acceptable."

***

Over the next few days I became busy researching and planning the most comfortable way to go camping. I liked the idea of it in a way, but I wasn't about to be sleeping on the floor. An air mattress at the very least was a must.

I walked into Scott's office as he had just finished working from home. He sat with his PC off, zoning out. I knew how that could be. I approached him and ran my hands through his hair. Scott jumped a little in his seat, making me chuckle. I caught him off guard. He turned to me with half sleepy eyes.

"I cooked dinner," I said. "And I thought we could discuss our trip."

Scott didn't say a word he just turned to me and grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. I was wearing a pair of loose boxer style shorts without panties, and a white cropped tank without a bra. I straddled him on his lap, my arms around his neck.

"What're you doing?" I giggled.

"I'm fucking my wife," he said, grabbing the hem of my shorts. I pulled them off for him and he took his hard cock out of his pants.

"What're you doing after that?" I teased. Scott lifted me up by my hips then lowered me down onto his cock, impaling me. I moaned as his hard length made me feel like I was being split in two. Scott looked at me for a moment almost as if he was contemplating my statement.

"I think you need a beating," he said.

"No Sir," I whined.

"Why not?"

"I didn't do anything to deserve that," I said, as I continued to bounce up and down his cock. He had me by the hips and was controlling my movements. The chair was small, so I could slip off at any moment weren't he holding me.

"You haven't had a punishment in like a week. I don't want you to forget your place," he said in a low voice.

"I haven't forgot my place, Sir," I said, panting. Pleasure was swirling deep inside me now. I was starting to climb to my peak. I angled myself in such a way that my clit was rubbing up against his body, heightening my pleasure.

"If you haven't, tell me where your place is, brat?" Scott demanded. He took one hand from my hip and pulled my shirt down so my tits fell out, bouncing in his face as I moved up and down the length of his hard cock.