But I've discovered that bratting comes in different flavors and different kinds of bratting usher in different responses.

A brat could rise to meet the challenge with a fierce tone and make me attitude about the affair. This is when the one running the scene needs to physically or mentally overpower. To make the brat know, not believe-- but know; that they are helpless in this moment and have abandoned their desire to fight back.

But they may take an approach of teasing. When offered a suggestion/command they may approach with an air of Oh, will I? that indicates less of a desire to be shut down and more a desire to escalate. To raise the stakes. To up the ante of a scene. This kind of bratting should be met with teasing in return. A reminder of why this dynamic exists and what this scene is leading to. I find when you say something and their eyes flash or they offer a whimper that's when you have them.

Another approach is that coy and inviting tone. This one carries more of a maaaaaybe... tone that may be seem have the language of rejection but the tone of pure invitation. It's an offer. A request for a roadmap, a desire to know where this is going so the offer can be accepted. It's saying 'I am not going to come to you, why don't you come to me?' and the correct response is to tenderly do so. At least in my experience, meeting coy tones with harsh tones doesn't work out.

Bratting is just another kind of communication in the language of a scene. Learning to listen and engage in kind is the key to a good pacing.

Essentially the tones boil down to Conflict, Teasing and Invitation. Each should be met in kind. The bold harshness of conflict should be shut down firmly. The smirking mischief of teasing should be rewarded with more fun and the invite should be met with promise.

I love the conflict for the same reason I love resistance play- I don't want to feel like I'm just playing along, I want to know that I am being overpowered/outsmarted.

I like to call the teasing kind of style "mischievous compliance". Obeying in such a way that makes it clear I'm definitely on board with what's happening and also definitely following the letter of the law rather than the spirit of it, and it's exactly as framed here, to up the ante.

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MICROSOFT TEAMS

in a positive, loving way, i'd use it as a reward for when you do something well, or respond to me correctly. watching you slowly learn and subconsciously connect the sound to a meaning, a good meaning. praising you as always, but now, just using the clicker first. following the sound with any familiar compliment that never fails to make your eyes glaze over. so horribly sweet, almost too much for anyone to handle as it's unbearably addicting to watch you unravel. and it's clear you're too dumb to register what that sound was just a few seconds ago. too dumb to understand what i'm doing to you, to us. eventually, the routine of a click then my admirable praise would evolve. the click alone now drawing out your pretty whimpers and desperate smiles, body and mind flooding with bliss from the new form of praise.

but in a negative, punishable way, i'd be diligent. making sure to hide it in my palm or behind your back whenever using it. but if i ever did choose to use it, it would be done so sparsely. the sound appearing from maybe once a week, to twice, then so on and so forth. slowly implementing it with my disappointed shushes right before there's a punishment involved. making sure to mark my action, not so much as my emotion, purposefully so it conditions to your emotions, your fear. for example, it's typical for me to respond to your dumb, annoying whines with condescending hums, therefore that wouldn't get marked. but, if i happened to go out of my way to make sure you disappoint me, i'd also ensure a punishment. i'd ask you something specific, a task or question that almost always cracks that perfect, eager-to-please demeanor. happily welcoming your expected hesitance, or even full on refusal, and turning what's usually a sweet interaction of an understanding smile into new learning opportunity for you. my fingers sounding off the clicker, unfolding a new, calculated and sadistic attitude towards you.

"that's not right, honey. you're disappointing me, sweetheart."

watching you slowly realize that i wasn't going to be understanding about your resistance, but rather punish you for it.

another click.

"i thought you were supposed to be good?"

keeping my tone lower than usual, words and expression conveying my definite disappointment. circling my thumb against your pulse before furrowing my brows and shaking my head at you, feigning a disapproval that makes your stomach sink. a pitiful whine soon rolling through your chest.

another click echos between us, your eyes nearly watering at my mean gaze.

"no... no, baby. so, so stupid."

my hand around your throat traveling up between your lips, pressing down on your tongue and forcing my fingers into your throat until i feel you struggle around them.

another click.

"bad, baby."

making you gag on them, never acknowledging your pleading eyes and hands while looking at you. instead making sure my disappointment is as painful as the physical punishment.

another click.

"this is what you get, it's what you deserve."

and another.

"you were so disobedient."