Brats Deserve Nothing

"You're not wearing that." His voice came from behind me. I looked at him through the mirror before glancing at the dress.

It outlined my figure, showed just enough cleavage and might be a bit see through. But there's nothing wrong with that...right?

"But I like this dress." I looked down at the beautiful black dress. "Don't I look pretty?"

"You look beautiful, but you're not wearing that to the party." He walked past me and into the bathroom. I followed him with my eyes.

"Why not?" I questioned before I could stop myself.

He looked over at me with a stern look across his face. "Because I said so."

"But why?" I whined, lightly stomping my shoeless foot. "I have nothing else to wear."

"Stop arguing and do as I say." He replied, walking out of the bathroom after fixing his hair in the mirror.

I remained rooted in my spot. I didn't want to change. I liked this dress.

And maybe I liked pushing his buttons.

He froze in his steps when he realized I wasn't moving. His eyes were dark as he stared at me. "Go. Get. Changed."

"I. Don't. Wanna." I narrowed my eyes in return.

"You're gonna." He stepped closer, still an arms length away but close enough that I can feel the anger radiating off him.

"No." I crossed my arms.

His hand went into my hair and yanked my head back so I could look up at him. "Tell me 'no' again and watch what happens."

I stayed silent but continued to glare.

"Watch your attitude because I have no problem fixing it." He warned, tightening his hand in my hair.

"What attitude?" I raised my eyebrows sarcastically.

I watched him take a breath, seemingly trying to calm himself down. He closed his eyes for a moment and I looked down. The grip in my hair was starting to hurt but it seemed I didn't have to worry for long because he let go of my hair and instead gripped my neck.

He pulled my face closer to his and my eyes snapped up. "You're really trying to make me punish you, aren't you? Lucky for you, brat, I love to put you in your place."

He shoved me towards the bed until my body laid back. He quickly flipped me over and my face pressed into the sheets. I felt the cold air on my ass as he flipped up my dress and a sharp, hard smack landed on one cheek.

I cried out as the stinging sensation spread throughout my behind.

"Ow!" I shouted, putting my arms behind me to sooth away the sting but he grabbed my arms and pinned them to my lower back.

"You've been a little brat all day. What is it, hmm?" His rough hand left another spank on the other cheek.

"I just wanna wear the damn dress!" I argued back, still pissed off for no apparent reason.

Well, there was a reason. This morning I just couldn't get off. I tried in bed, in the shower, on the couch.

Nothing.

He had to work all morning and now we had to go to this stupid event and I'm all pent up on frustration because I couldn't make myself cum.

My head was pulled back by my hair.

"Did you just swear at me?" His tone was hard, now I really pissed him off.

"No." I lied.

"And now you're lying." He released my hair. "What happened to my good girl?" He left another mean spank on my ass.

"Ow!" I yelped again.

"Start counting." He ordered before spanking me again.

"One!" I shouted.

Another.

"Two!" I shouted, my fists clenched but I couldn't grab anything because he held my wrists.

I got a good 25 spanks before he released me.

"Ready to tell me what the problem is so I can help you? Or are you just gonna continue to be a brat. This all can't be about a dress. A dress you can clearly see through and that is as short as can be." His hand soothed the sting of his previous actions.

"I can't cum." I whispered.

"Excuse me?" He questioned as if he didn't hear me right.

"I can't cum." I repeated louder, burying my face into the bed as embarrassment flooded my veins.

"That's what this is about? All because you couldn't cum?" He repeated with an amusing look. "You're all pent up and couldn't just ask for my help."

"I was embarrassed." I whined.

"So you thought acting out would get you what you want?" He rolled me to my side to get a look at my face.

"Yeah?" My answer was clearly unsure.

His hand went to my cunt and began rubbing tight circles.

Now, compared to me earlier, this felt amazing. I was so sensitive and the need to come came in seconds.

"Sir...can I? Can I cum, please?" I begged, slightly arching.

"Aw, you silly little slut." He smirked, stopping his actions and brushing the hair out of my eyes. "Change your dress and get ready." He stood from the bed and started walking to the door.

"What about...what about? I thought you were gonna let me cum." I stuttered, sitting up.

He continued with a smug smile. "Brats deserve nothing."