Ok, so, I saw another story on here and it's giving me the confidence to share one of my own that I just wrote this morning. Giving credit where its due, and fantastic read: https://www.reddit.com/r/BratLife/s/aiR6Oq7hcL

Also, in case you're wondering what post I'm referring to about phrases to use in my story, you may find it here: https://www.reddit.com/r/BratLife/s/pFQBmrxbGz

My story is written from real life experience and I hope you enjoy.

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I've been especially bratty for a couple of days now. On Wednesday, I managed to brat my way into getting my ass handed to me multiple times to where I felt it in the morning. But, it didn't stop me. I enjoyed the feeling I had in the morning. The slight ping on my ass actually helped me concentrate at work because I had something else to think about while I was working (adhd can be a bitch when you forget your headphones). So when my Dom asked me what I learned, I told him I learned that it was fun. He laughed and told me that wasn't the lesson he was trying to teach.

So last night, I chose violence. I found a post on reddit specifically that had a very large list of phrases I could use when Bratting. So I was starting to use them.

"Hey, I got something for you" I told him as I lifted my hand up to flick him off, laughing.

SMACK

He smacks my ass.

"That all you can do?" I ask and recieve 3 more smacks on the ass for my lip. I squeal for a moment and then start running around the house. He chases after and that earns me at least 5 or 6 more smacks. I smile and giggle.

As we get around one of the kids (adult kids still living at home), he stops smacking and I settle for the moment. I know he hasn't smacked me enough to feel in the morning, but I have plans for later.

We both go back towards our room and he starts getting ready for work. I decide to use my last bit of time productively before he leaves and use more of the new colorful phrases I found.

"Last I checked, my attitude is still there and I don't plan on changing it any time soon" I tell him, as if to say he didn't do enough.

"Oh, but you will." He tells me, teasingly.

"I'm not scared of you" I respond.

"It's not about being afraid. It's about being corrected." He tells me. I feel a slight twitch between my thighs and a catch in my breath but I have to keep this up.

"You're not in charge of me" I say, trying to stay quick on my toes.

"Yes I am."

"Nuh uh"

"Yes" he tells me and I realize quickly that hes going to make a loop of this conversation so I decide to change my tactics.

"Shh, it'll be ok" I tell him and reach over to pat his head. He moves and grabs my hand but I manage to get 2 taps on his head before he whips me around and smacks my ass a few more times.

"I've got to get ready for work" he tells me and I look at the time. He needs to leave in 5 minutes and he's not even fully dressed. I sigh and agree to back down for the time being. As he leaves he tells me "I have a feeling you're thinking I'm going to forget this, but understand, this isn't over." And he kisses me.

"Still not scared" I tell him as he pulls away.

"Still not about being scared, but being corrected" he responds as he walks out the door and closes it. I glare at the door realizing he got the last word in and I feel an undying need to correct this.

Just before he gets off from work, I'm going through the list some more to think of new ways to be bratty and more new phrases to dish out. And, although it wasnt on the list, an idea hits me so hard that I have the biggest grin on my face. I realize how bad this is going to get and accept my fate as make a mental note to myself 'I'm choosing violence today.'

He calls me on his way home and offers to grab me something from tacobell because that's where he's going. I decide to grab a quesadilla and when he pulls into our driveway, he tells me he's getting off the phone to bring everything in. 'Perfect,' I think to myself, 'it will be so much better for my plan to work if he's not still on the phone with me when he walks in.' I tell him good bye and hang up, reminding myself once more 'I'm choosing violence. I know what's coming and I have accepted my fate. I'm choosing violence'

As he walks in the door, I swallow hard and say "Sup bitch. What took you so long??" He looks at me and smiles. You know, the kind of smile you get that tells you that you just done fucked up and there's nothing you can do about it. He casually walks over to me, puts the food down, reaches up, and, while still smiling, smacks my face. Light enough that I know it won't leave a mark, but strong enough I can feel the slightest sting.

I make a shocked face at him and he says "Yeah, now what?" Like he had just won. So, I reach out and smack his ass. And he smacks me once more in the face and walks away before I can return the favor - DAMN...AGAIN with him getting final say, or action in this case.

When he sits down, he starts searching the tv platforms for something to watch. We end up deciding to watch one episode of a tv show we've been watching together with the plan to go to bed after that one episode. But I know him well enough to know, I'll need to "remind him" when the episode is over. I decide that I'll behave for the episode because it's a really interesting tv show and I would hate missing any of it myself.

We finish the episode and the new one starts. Of course, he's engrossed and forgot that its time for bed. So I reach over and tickle his side. He grabs my hand and twists my arm. I stop immediately. I know I can't do anything more or he'll twist more, but in the current state I'm in, I can easily just give banter to him as I'm not really in any pain.

"Are you rethinking your actions?" He asks me.

"Nope, I can do this all day" I tell him. He squeezes my fingers together while still not allowing my arm to untwist.

"You realize I wont be letting go until you agree to behave, right?" He's trying to get me to surrender, but I'm not feeling like giving in to that kind of energy right now.

"Good luck with that" I say in a bored tone and pull out my phone to scroll through facebook. He turns the tv off with his free hand and starts slightly twisting my captured arm a little more. "It's cute you think I'll break first" I tell him, teasingly. He considers this for a moment and it's his turn to change tactics. He reaches out with his free hand and lightly starts grazing my captured arm up and down with his fingers. I feel a shiver hit and I swoon.

"Ready to behave?" He asks. I don't answer - I can't give in THAT easy. He keeps running his fingers along my arm and then suddenly, digs his fingernails in. I swoon louder and more animated. "Ready yet?" He asks.

I consider my current state. I'm completely turned on at this point, but I haven't peed in a couple of hours and I drank an entirely too large amount of liquid before all of this, so my bladder is feeling pretty full. But he won't let me go until I've agreed to submit. So, I did what any sane Brat would do.

"Yes sir" I tell him, while silently telling myself 'for now'. He lets go and proceeds to tell me that he's going to whoop my ass for my bad behavior.

"And if you fight me" he continues his statement, "I'll tie you up so you can't move" I smile to myself considering this. I do love being tied up to the bed and having my ass beat so he's not exactly threatening me. But I have to keep my facade.

'Choose violence,' I remind myself before telling him "Yeah? How you plan on getting me in the bedroom?" I ask him as I sink further into my seat. Peeing is going to just have to wait.

"Who says I need you in our bedroom to tie you up?" He asks and I freeze. He bought a hog tie about 2 weeks ago and hasn't used it yet.

"But...but then you still wouldn't be able to get me in the bedroom if you hog tie me" I warn him. I'm a heavy girl (working on loosing weight but I haven't lost enough yet, just 12 lbs since January and I would probably need to lose another 80 before he could pick me up and sling me over his shoulder.) So I know the poor guy can't carry me. But he also can't drag me across the floor because we keep a baby gate on our bedroom door to keep the dog out during the day and in at night but allowing us to leave the door open for the cats to roam as they please. So a hog tie would just create the problem of me being stuck in the main rooms of the house.

"Who even said I would need to take you into our room?" He asks, challenging me back. I look at him and he's looking at me with a grin on his face. He knows how shy I am about the idea of being caught by someone else (even though its 2 in the morning and everyone else is asleep and definitely NOT coming back downstairs since they have everything they need up there) and I know he's not joking. He'll do it. So as much as I want to fight, I consider my options and decide to not say anything more right now. As I make that decision, my bladder reminds me that I need to get this waterfall out of me before this banter gets me in trouble to where I wont be able to go pee first. I'm not sure if I could hold it through a whole scene.

"I need to use the restroom" I announce and start walking towards the restroom downstairs, giving him a wide birth. But no matter how wide a birth I give him, he's still able to reach out and smack my ass while laughing to himself slightly. Even he knows he got the last say again, dammit! I give him a grin and tell myself to just keep walking.

On my way back and feeling much lighter in my lower area, I, again, choose violence. I walk as quietly as I can towards him. He's looking at his phone and playing a game. When I'm next to him, he still hasn't noticed me so, I reach over and tickle his neck. He jumps up to his feet and I have no time to run past him, but I realize that too late. He grabs me in a choke hold in his forearm and starts swatting my ass several times. I cry out in pleasure. He stops swatting after maybe 10-20 swats (I didn't count). He still holds my neck in his forearm though because I started to sway against him. He allows me time to regain my balance before letting go and walks into the kitchen.

I go into our bedroom and think to myself 'how much worse do I want my ass beat tonight?' Well, choosing violence seems to be the current theme. So, I decide to keep up my bratty behavior and when he comes in to the bedroom, instead of stripping down or even changing into my PJs, I hop in the bed- fully clothed and tell him "Good night." I make sure to lay on my back so he has the most difficulty accessing my butt and I reach up to our head board where there's an opening I can latch on to hold myself down more. I grab it, close my eyes and wait for his move.

I hear him messing with something on his side of the bed and consider opening my eyes to see what he's doing but I also really want to play a "convincing role" that I'm actually thinking I'm going to bed. I decide keep my eyes shut.

"You didn't think I'd let you get away THAT easy, did you?" He tells me as he comes back to my side and I can hear him pulling the velcro away to open the cuffs for our bed straps.

'Oh shit,' I giggle to myself. 'I'm so fucked.' He reaches out and traces my arm to my hand where he finds it latched onto the bed. I peek an eye open and he's smiling down at me as he gets on his knees beside me and grabs my hand with one of his hands and my throat with the other. The motion is so quick and smooth that I gasp and let go of the bed. He uses this opportunity to pull my hand away and attach the cuff to my wrist. He yanks my whole body close to the one side of the bed and, a small fight and several smacks on the ass later, hooks me up to the strap on that side of the bed.

I realize I only have one arm left and tuck it where he can't reach it. He smacks me a few more times and grabs my arm, freeing it and pins it down while he gets the cuff on. I try to pull it away but he's got me. He hooks the cuff and my arm to the other side of the bed.

But I'm on my back, and fully clothed. I start wondering how on earth he plans to do anything with me like this and calmly tell myself 'he can't do anything. I'm good...'

😌 ... 😏 ... 😒 ... 😐 ... 🫣 ... 🫠

I lied to myself, ok? He pulls out the paddle and smacks my inner thigh. "Don't worry, I'll turn you over" he tells me as he unbuttons my pants, "I just needed to do this to get your pants off first." He pulls my pants off, yanking each leg inbetween words.

Well, so much for the bottom half of myself not being exposed...I definitely knew this was coming and I definitely asked for it. He unhooks my one arm and I try to pull away again but he just yanks me over to the other side and rehooks my cuff. Then, he unhooks my other hand. I try to keep my self laying on my back but he yanks my whole body again to turn over and pulls my arm to the other side of the bed and hooks me up. I'm now laying face down with my ass on full display.

SMACK. He hits my ass with the paddle. "I told you that you weren't getting away with anything. Even if you would have changed your tune and started behaving when I had gotten home, you definitely misbehaved enough that you needed to learn a lesson" he smacks my ass to enunciate every few words. I can't see him, but I can hear him also taking off his own clothes between words and smacks. Damn, this man can multi-task.

Very abruptly, he stops spanking me and spreads my legs- not gently - rough. As rough as he had been yanking me around the bed to strap me down. He pushes my ass up so I'm on my knees but my legs are spread so wide I'm just barely able to lift it off the bed. And he just slides himself right inside. He goes harder and harder. Keeping up on the increasing intensity, he growls "you do what I say, and when I say it" as he inserts his dominance over me. "And you are going to fucking BEHAVE" he continues. I'm still being pounded, my body is fully submitting and I just give in to the pleasure.

"Yes sir" I whimper. And he somehow manages to insert himself even deeper and I'm in utter ecstasy. He gives me a few more thrusts before slowing down to a stop.

"Now, if I uncuff you and turn you around, are you going to behave?" He asks. I have no fight left in me. I'm tapped and the brat inside me raises a mental white flag.

"Yes sir" I say. He unhooks me and taps my side as he sits back so I know he wants to me to turn myself around. I comply and lay back down. He comes back to me and finishes what he started while I was on my knees. When finished, he goes into aftercare and allows me time to come to as I'm very much unable to move and very unable to speak coherent thoughts.

When he notices I am able to move slightly again, he grabs me a drink and starts running his hands along my back to comfort me while I sip. "So what did you learn?" He asks me. Deja vu of the day before hits, but I STILL have no fight left in me.

"To do as you say" I answer.

"Thats right!" He congratulates me and starts to graze my skin again with his fingers. He knows it can turn me back on if he does too much, since I am very much NOT ticklish, but I AM sensitive, especially after sex. So he limits it to just a few tracings before going back to using his whole hand to rub my back again. We're both quiet for a few minutes before he speaks again. "I think I may have finally figured it out. Next time you get really Bratty, I'll just have to FUCK the Bitch out of you" and I laugh and swoon at the same time because my god, I think he may be right...