Sometimes, a brat just needs to be broken.

Personally, I like to start with a bit of rough play. I'm going to spank you and chide you. I'm going to let you rebel and think that you're an A brat and you're totally getting under Daddy's skin.

But I'm not going to yell at you. Not yet. I'm going to keep calm and collected. Well, maybe a few growls as I tear at your clothes, or drag you around the room.

The goal is to get you tied up and on the bed so that your hands are useless and your cute little pussy is exposed. You won't be able to close your legs, either.

You're just going to sit there and feel Daddy's touch as I tease you, patiently taking my time. You can pretend all you want, but your pussy doesn't lie like your mouth. I know you like what my hands are doing to you.

This is when I make the rules clear: You may cum if you ask nicely.

I know that your brat brain just heard, "Beg me for permission to cum, you little brat."

At first, you're going to feel that brat instinct to not beg. You can ignore the fact that you're about to cum, and how does Daddy even know? But that feeling is going to rise. And now you have to deal with Daddy's hand around your neck and the scary look on his face.

"Don't you DARE cum without permission."

OK, you can just... not cum?

Only, Daddy is good with his hands.

You're going to cum, and you're going to need permission. You hate it, but you ask.

That's the first layer.

Because even though you were a good girl and asked permission to cum, Daddy is still touching you.

You're going to cum again. It's building. You don't want to fight it this time. Daddy won. You ask right away.

And Daddy... tells you no? But is still touching you? You NEED to cum, and Daddy said no?

Maybe Daddy didn't hear you. So you ask again.

No?!?

You start to squirm and wiggle. You can't stop it. You need to cum. You don't want to be a bad girl. It's not your fault. You want to be a good girl.

"Cum for me."

That's when you start to break, and it feels so good. Without question, you just did what Daddy told you to, and your body loved it.

And Daddy doesn't stop there. Not until you've learned to behave.