** Hello everyone **
Spoiler Alert: This Part gets nasty at the end.
I've been on vacation all week. I would have posted this story last week and another this week, had I not been a disobedient slut.
Sike! I was a good girl! I got ugg slippers for Christmas, (I have only took them off to sleep and I've worn them to every Christmas party and plan to sport them on new year's eve....)
AND The most bestest present I got was a CNC scene for Christmas! It wasn't expected but it ended well.
I received alot of mix feelings when I told friends about it, even though they are usually sex positive.
I know it's not thanksgiving but, I am so thankful for this site. Despite getting an occasional rude comment and 2 🌟 on my posts, I feel this is my safe space to behave without vanilla judgment. You Brats and Little Kinksters get me. 💓 I want to Thank you all for reading, even if its just this part, I thank you for hearing me out. 🥰
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Sometimes, we feel ashamed for craving pain...
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Anna woke up before Jeff did and packed her bag for school. Slipping out the door unnoticed, she drove to the University in the darkness. She sat in her car, scrolling through her phone until the sun rose and it was time for class. Afterward, she returned home and was in bed before he arrived. She wasn't sure why she was avoiding him or why she felt so ashamed about her pain kink and their ddlg dynamic. Since becoming emotional during their sex session, she felt discouraged about everything.
Anna heard him knock on her bedroom door and closed her eyes tightly when he opened it. She listened to his rugged and untamed steps before she felt his fingers gently trek across her cheek.
"Why are you sleeping in here, Little girl?" Came his deep voice.
Jeff pulled the covers away, and she stiffened from his rough touch. His gentle swipe across her hidden valley sprung her eyes open to his stern expression. Thankfully, he wasn't looking at her but checking his handy work, admiring the light abrasions against her thigh. More rubs came, and her breathing switched to a desperate pant. She shut her eyes to the pleasure, wanting him to freely guide into her panties and touch her pussy. She was too timid to ask or even announce her awareness but craved his forceful finger.
The feeling was mutual. Jeff wanted to play with his obession, but caught himself from violating her, knowing he had done enough damage. The way she had trembled against his shoulder last night had unnerved him. That wasn't her. She was his Brat: untamed, unmoved, and sometimes unlovable. Her emotional response to his abuse was new. He noted she flinched as he brushed his stiff thumb across her chin. Lowering his long torso, he pressed his lips on her forehead.
"You'd rather sleep with your stuffies than me, huh?" Jeff expressed his frustration, tucking one in the crook of her arm.
Anna squeezed her lids with a deep breath, loathing her stuffed animal collection. Jeff pulled the cover back, tucking in the sides, and walked away, taking her heart with each step.
Once he closed the door, her eyes watered. What was this hell? A surge of fear and longing burned her eyes. Usually, he would gather her in his arms and force her to sleep with him. He had left her alone for a reason, she supposed. She wasn't good enough for him or anyone else--a dumb chubby 21-year-old who still played with toys.
With self irritation pulsing in her, Anna tossed her favorite stuffed elephant against her collection neatly organized on a pink shelf. She buried her face into her pillow and cried.
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The next morning.
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Sitting on a bench outside Grayson University, Anna felt a sudden ache on her bottom. The hardwood on the bench was uncomfortable, so she stood and walked with her book bag inside the building. The soft cushions in the lecture hall were better for her sore ass, but then the class ended in the laboratory, and sitting on the round metal stools brought the ache back.
Jeff had hurt her, and she rolled her eyes each time she felt the reminder of his punishment. Although she had wanted it that night and even pushed for more, being that vulnerable had lasting effects. It left negative thoughts swimming in her mind, and her anxiety was at an all-time high.
After class, Anna stopped at the grocery store and prepared herself for the crowd. With headphones blaring in each ear, she bobbed her head to the beat and squeezed between customers down the busy aisle, grabbing necessities for the week. She was in her own peaceful world until someone touched her shoulder.
"Hey!" Anna squealed, pulling the small pod from her ear.
Jeff stood above her with might. He had a fresh cut, and a fitted navy suit on that illistrated his mature allure. She took a deep breath, a harsh nervousness arising from his presence.
"Did you think I was The big bad wolf, Little Piggy?" He pinched her chubby cheek.
Crushed by his insult and overwhelmed by his handsomeness, Anna swallowed her crush and focused on her shopping list. She hiked on her toes and reached for a can of espresso.
Jeff quickly grabbed it, tossing it in the buggy, "I didn't see you this morning," he mentioned, "You took off before the sun came up. Do you really have to be at school that early?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, what?" Jeff smirked.
"Yeah..." Refusing to call him by his title, Anna rolled her eyes and kept shopping.
Unaffected by her annoyance, Jeff followed her down the aisle, taking note of the wiggle in her denim jeans. He had yet to inspect all of her bruises but assumed she had a few.
Jeff stepped up, wrapped his arm around her chest, and kissed her cheek, "I missed my little princess," he cooed.
"Stahhp..." Anna shook off his embrace, but he held her tighter, rearing her head for a kiss.
"You know better than to tell me to stop," he lustily growled against her hot ears.
Anna pulled away after receiving a hot smooch on her temple. His possessive manner warmed her, but they were in public and it was inappropriate.
Jeff laughed off her embarrassment and grabbed a box of cookies.
"No," Anna placed the box back on the shelf, "I don't need those."
"I need them."
With intense craving, she looked on as he placed the cookies neatly in the cart. She had sworn off sugar the moment she awoke this morning. Her insecurities were the reason for her new crash diet. Believing her thick body type was trash, she vowed to eat only fresh foods. She had to get rid of her wide hips and thick thighs before Christmas and hadn't eaten anything that day. She felt weak as she grabbed a big pack of protein shakes and hauled them into the cart.
Jeff continued following her on the stressful journey. He pulled another bag of cookies off the shelf and sat them at the top of the cart. His eyes squinted with a smile noting her upturned nose.
"What? I need these too," he chuckled.
"Uh," she whined, shifting the cart, "What are you even doing here?"
"I'm shopping." Jeff took hold of the handles and nudged her but she grabbed the cart.
"What's your problem?"
"What's your problem?" Jeff laughed.
"You," her eyes narrowed at his slick smile.
"I'm sorry," he chuckled, releasing the cart handle, "Did I mess up your grocery groove?"
"Yeah," she snatched the buggy back and hurried up the hall with a twist to her wide hips, "Get the fuck away from me."
"What the fuck did I do?" Jeff chuckled, tailing behind, "What's with the attitude?"
"I'm fine," she mumbled, moving to the opposite side to avoid bumping into a woman and her rowdy children.
"You're not acting Fine."
"Well, I...." Anna quieted, giving a small smile to the woman who spotted their interaction.
"Hey, How y'all doing this evening?" The woman spoke in a heavy southern drawl.
"Good, and I hope you are," Jeff nodded, returning the Southern hospitality with a charming smile.
Anna stepped back and rolled the cart along. It was a hard fact, but she didn't want to be seen with her husband. Anxiously, she assumed the woman probably knew she called him Daddy in bed. Rumors flew like scissor-tailed flycatchers in her small Texas town, and she refused to be a part of the Mill. She imagined all her friends and old schoolmates hearing through the grapevine that 21-year-old Anna Costillo had married a 40-year-old man for money.
"What do you plan on cooking tonight, baby girl?" Jeff loudly asked.
Anna inwardly groaned at her title. Her temples pounded with humiliation, and she found herself panicking, driving the cart forward, losing him in the crowd. Overwhelmed with her insecure delusion, she hurried up the next aisle.
"Slow down, woman," Jeff barked, tailing behind her fastened walk.
Huffing a breath, Anna quickly drove the buggy over to the meat section. She grabbed what she needed and sneered when he approached. He stood for a moment eyeing her upturned nose. Grabbing a pack of ribeyes, he added to the collection.
"What are you cooking tonight?" Jeff asked, standing too close beside her.
"Chicken," she mumbled as a group of preteens walked past them.
"Again?"
Ignoring him, she kept walking. He picked up a few boxes of Little Debbie's and dropped them into her cart and she immediately put them back.
"Stop. I don't need sugar," she grumbled.
Jeff returned his treats with two bags of frozen shrimp, ignoring her wishes, "You gotta eat something."
Anna picked up the box with a stern look, expressing her irritation, steaming from her empty stomach, "Can you stop? We don't need these," she said, pulling out the bags. "Or these."
"I want shrimp," he smiled, leaning over the rack, "You'll make Daddy some shrimp, won't you?"
"Will you hush?"
"Come on, Anna," Jeff groaned, "I can't eat another Chicken titty. I don't do that low-carb shit. You've got to feed Daddy something better than that," he laughed and slapped her ass.
Her eyes widened, before looking over to a young couple who, thankfully, hadn't witnessed their PDA. That couple looked apart. They weren't as awkwardly unacceptable as she and him with their 19-year age gap. Blushing, Anna wheeled the shopping cart around him, hoping to get as far way as possible from him.
"Where are you going, little Brat?" Jeff asked, eying the other couple at the end of the aisle.
Suspiciously, he watched her spin the cart wheels down the next side and suddenly understood her problem. He couldn't believe it. Why would she be ashamed of him? He was tall, kept his fit tight, and his beard neat. His body wasn't sculpted to perfection, but give him a month of routine, and he'd be as jacked as he was in college.
Jeff strolled to the next aisle, finding her eyes glued to her phone. A bright list of items typed neatly in a stack illuminated her blushed cheeks.
"Are you embarrassed to be seen with me, little girl?"
