Enough Is Enough 9

"Enough is enough."

I feel your half-hearted resistance in trying to convince me to keep the game up as I pull on your arm from your wrist. Your smile provokes me to act. I don't hear the magic safe word. Until you say that word, your ass is mine. Smile as much as you would like. I will make those eyes well up with the pleasurable sting of reality: being a brat has consequences.

Sitting down, I pull you hard enough that you tumble into me. Off balance, but always safe as you fall into my arms. Your smirk replaces a momentary look of shock, those gorgeous bright eyes sending rebellious energy that only exacerbates the moment. I want, and I want you now, my gorgeous brat. I take advantage of the momentary release of tension in my arms. I roll you over and pull you down over my lap. My large left hand holds your wrists together with a firm grip. My right hand soothes your wriggling legs with a soft touch. My fingers travel slowly up your leg, closer and closer to the warmth seeping from your shorts. As my fingers approach where I dream of being, my hand jumps over to the inside of your right thigh and traces downward, returning to my starting position.

"Not yet, my brat."

You are a good girl for how you shiver as I touch you.

Without warning, I use my right hand to spank the right cheek of your incredible ass. Even through the denim of your shorts, the sting of the strike burns through the flesh of your ass and scorches toward the center of your desire. The warmth between your legs floods with renewed excitement. I smile as I rub the sting into your ass with the caress of my hand.

"That is one."

You feel my hand lift from your ass. If I count one, there must be two. As you anticipate the next strike, I hold my hand still over your ass. I admire the work of my first strike. I enjoy the way you tense up in anticipation of the second. I love watching you hold your breath in waiting for the inevitable. I love the confusion that follows when I hold motionless, poised to renew my attack.

Just as you look back, I strike the second blow. Fingers splayed so that my hand covers most of your ass cheek. This strike catches you by surprise; I enjoy watching the flesh of your ass push forward with the force of my blow. I love how you cry out this time. Go ahead, let me hear your voice, Little One. Let me hear your moan of pleasured pain turn to pants of uncontrolled pent-up energy released with the flood of hormones loosened by your spankings.

"That is two."

Stand up, my Little One. Stand your gorgeous body before me, right here between my legs. Feel that dizziness as the blood rushes from your head as you stand vertically. Enjoy the crescendo of the sensations emanating from your ass as blood rushes to the point of impact from the first two of your spankings.

"Strip for me, starting with your shorts."

Your sly smile returns for only a moment as you begin to mouth off about how I should make you. I won't let you finish. Leaning forward, I grab you by the throat. I don't choke you, but the strength of my grip teases the possibility. I smile and calmly ask you one more time.

"Take off your shorts, step out of them, and kick them over yonder. Then slowly roll your panties down, step out of them, and put them in my hand."

I cannot mask my approving smile as you follow my commands. I see the brightness in your eyes flare as you enjoy being my good girl and doing as instructed. I do not let go of my grip on you, but I move to accommodate the necessary movement to comply with my wishes. My eyes stay affixed to yours up until the moment I feel the dampness of your panties in my open hand. You stand watching me, awaiting the next set of instructions. I bring your panties to my face and very audibly inhale.

"Fuck, you smell so fucking good when you are turned-on."

I smile at you, standing up; my height towers before you. I take your panties, position the crotch against my fingers, and command you to open your mouth. You resist my command, smiling up at me with a defiance that sends a surge of energy down every inch of my 6 foot 5-inch frame. I grasp your throat again with my free hand and push your head back. I ask one more time with a dead calm voice.

"Little One, you will open your mouth now."

You comply with a gurgle because being a good girl is more fun at the moment than being a brat. You are feeding off of the energy as the tension between us grows-- and because you enjoy being my good little slut.

And you are my good little slut.

You let me stuff your mouth with your own panties. I use my hands to stroke your hair and admire the view. My gorgeous pet, her wet panties in her mouth, looking up at me wide-eyed with excitement. I release your throat and grab you at the waist, commanding you to peel off your shirt and take off your bra.

You do as I ask because you are a good girl. I enjoy the view of my good little fuck toy. I trace my fingers over your tattoos, following the gorgeous lines of your form, and teasingly pull at your nipples with my fingers. Again, I love to listen to how your breath catches as you shiver in the rush of adrenaline and dopamine as your mind centers upon the freedom of your submission. Every breath in, you are reminded of your state by the delicious aroma of your excitement. You can taste it on your tongue from the soft material of your panties that is ever so slightly gagging you.

"Are you finished being a brat?"

It is a rhetorical question; I know the answer. Your answer is irrelevant. I am going to fuck the brat temporarily out of you. Yet I never expect to break your spirit, only bolster and empower you. You know the spell you have on me, even as you submit to me. This power agreement does not need to be spoken or written in words. The wetness between your legs, the brightness of your eyes, the firmness of my cock, and our shared smiles are the contract of our dynamic. Because--

You are my good girl. My good little slut.

"Bend over this chair, Gorgeous One. Present your ass to me."

You do as you are told. My lips find your ass cheek; my teeth sink into your skin until I feel you jump, then my tongue replaces them as I trace a path down, following the warm dampness I feel against my chin. My tongue draws down to your pussy, causing tremors as I reach as deep as possible, lapping up your excitement. You feel the stark shock of cold lube on your asshole, followed by the cold of the metal plug. The coldness is replaced by pressure as I agonizingly slowly insert the filling plug into your ass. I love the way your moan escapes in muffled "guuuhhs" through your panty gag. I love your sharp inhale and tremor as the plug pushes past the apex of its width and pops into place, seated deep inside you, filling your ass.

I hand you your remote-controlled toy with instructions to power it on, insert it, and put your shorts and t-shirt back on. You will not put your bra back on. And you will not wear panties. I do remove the panty gag from your mouth and tuck them wet into my pocket. I wink and tell you that they are mine now.

We are going to get a drink. We are going to your friend's bar. You know the friend, the one that desperately wants to fuck you. Just remember that I can activate your toy at any time. Feel confident that you are gorgeous. Enjoy the eyes that look longingly at your incredible body. Feel the energy of your exhibitionism stir deeply inside you. Be yourself. Enjoy being wet for me, my good girl.

You will be fucked hard. For now, we tease.

Because you are my little brat. My good girl.

You simply answer me with a "yes, sir." A whiskey does sound good, and you are sure that you can tease me into fucking you somewhere in public. After all, you are a good little brat who always gets her way...