"The Holidays Are Stressful, Daddy."
The day had gone fairly well.
The two of us had met with my side of the family for a lovely Thanksgiving Dinner, and now we were enjoying a few hours of freedom with full bellies and the like.
Back at home, we were cuddling in the blanket fort we had put together while one of our favorite shows, Hazbin Hotel, played on the television. Complete with hundreds of my stuffed animals, a bowl of popcorn and wonderfully fluffy pillows, there was just about nothing else that could make it better.
Except for one thing, however...a little bit of BRATTING.
“Daddddddy,” I whined, doing the best pout I could as I grabbed ahold of his hand, fiddling with his lengthy, strong fingers. It was obvious that I wanted something, and yet there was absolutely no chance in Hell I’d outright admit to it.
Although he did his best to cover up his smirk, he could tell that I was growing bored, and that was always when the fun really began. Stifling a sigh, he picked up the remote. Once the show was paused, he gave me his undivided attention, clearly intrigued to find out exactly what my Little mind had come up with now.
“I was thinking of trying a new game.” I told him, smiling mischievously, crawling up on top of his lap. Little does he know, I’d stashed a pair of fuzzy handcuffs under one of the pillows directly beside us, along with a ball gag. “Are you up for it?”
A few moments of silence pass.
“And what does this new game of yours entail?” Daddy asked, clearly debating on whether or not he should humor me.
“You don’t need to know that,” I tell him, rolling my eyes and waving the question away.
There is a quirk of his eyebrow as he gently takes my chin in his fingers, directing my gaze back up to his now darkened look in his eyes.
“Really? That’s what you’re going with?”
“You’ll love it!” I tell him quickly, flicking the buttons on his dress shirt with my finger. I lean forward and whisper the next words into his ear, my breath playing against his neck. “Just trust me. And close your eyes.”
With a fairly reluctant sigh, he does as I ask, shaking his head in mock annoyance before he goes completely still. I can’t help but enjoy the way he looks so content and relaxed, despite the fact that he has undoubtedly just released a rather daring part of me.
Gently, I get up from his lap and grab the handcuffs. Taking ahold of his hands, I pull them behind his back before locking them together. I can tell by the way he freezes that it was something he wasn’t quite expecting. His eyes flicker open.
“Why do I feel like this is a trap?” he chuckles, more jokingly than not.
“Come onnnn,” I grumble as I rub my hand tentatively across his shoulder. I then begin to massage his back. Deep and intricate circles with the tips of my fingers, and then with the palms of my hands. “Let me take care of you for once!”
I smirk as a gentle sigh escapes him and leans back into my touch.
“You know you like it,” I whisper seductively into his ear, pecking a soft kiss on top of his head. My eyes travel over his shoulders to the bulge in his pants. "Close your eyes, Daddy..."
Peaking over his shoulder, I watch as his eyes slowly close again. He's tired and oh so relaxed. This is absolutely perfect timing.
From here, I can see the bulge that's risen in his pants.
Softly, and making sure to not make too much noise, I sneak down from the couch and back to his side. I then smirk devilishly as I pull back my hand and palm the crotch of his pants. Daddy takes a sharp intake of breath. A gasp as his eyes shoot open and I throw myself across the top of his lap.
"Having fun?" I ask him, blinking innocently at him as I undo his pants, scootching back so that I can free his cock.
"Is that what this is?" He asks, though there's a glimmer of something in his eyes that doesn't quite match up with the displeasure in his voice. “Because from where I’m standing—well, sitting, as it were—you are going to be in quite a bit of trouble once this is over.”
I shrug my shoulders, and instead grab the blindfold sitting on the coffee table, wrapping it around his head and covering up his eyes. It was much easier to mess with him if he wasn't looking directly at me. I also added on the gag ball that Daddy uses on me when I get mouthy.
For the next half hour, I edge the hell out of him. I do everything to him that I know, without any doubt, he absolutely adores. That includes getting a little creative with my mouth, only to pull away the second I see him about to cum. It’s the perfect little tantrum.
Well, until his phone rings, and I have to dig it out of his pocket.
At that point, I can’t really continue on…especially since it’s his work calling.
Have they never heard of Thanksgiving Break?
A little aggravated I didn’t get to finish up, I groan, taking off the blindfold. Next, I remove the ball gag and finally the handcuffs, tossing all of them onto the floor beside my pile of stuffies.
All the while, my eyes are on Daddy who, despite the fact that I had most certainly crossed a line, didn’t appear to be too angry. Darn. Maybe I hadn't done enough?
Instead, Daddy took the cellphone I’d offered him, face still fairly flushed, and began to speak to the person on the other end as if nothing had ever happened. As if he hadn’t just been bound and gagged with a little fuck goblin at his feet less than two minutes ago.
As if he wasn’t currently debating on how to punish his little brat the very moment the phone call ended.
I couldn’t help but grin. It was a job well done.
Instead of eavesdropping, however, I decide to make a trip to the bathroom.
To my surprise, just as I’m getting up from where I am beside him, I feel his hand graze my wrist, clamping down on it, making it clear that I’m not going anywhere just yet. My moment of reckoning is already quickly approaching, and I’m suddenly wondering if it really was worth it to see him squirm.
Granted, yes, it definitely was...but....well, I guess we'll see.
Especially when he tells his coworker that he'll have to call him back.
“It was a joke!” I offer up quickly, giving a hollow laugh as I try to pull away.
“Jokes are funny,” Daddy tells me, an uncharacteristically cool tone to his voice as he tosses his phone onto the couch behind him. He then picks me up, throwing me across his shoulder as he walks me to the bedroom. “That wasn’t funny.”
I writhe and jerk atop his shoulders, trying to get him to put me down, but it's to no avail.
"What are you going to do?" I ask him as he shuts the door behind us, only to then drop me carefully on top of the king-sized mattress. My stomach churns in excitement and also euphoria as I watch him sigh, turning to eye my down as his hands fall to his belt.
The second I see the gesture, and my eyes light up, he shakes his head with a grimace.
"You want me to use my belt on you?"
I bite at my bottom lip as I nod my head honestly. "Sorta...?" I offer. "The holidays are stressful, Daddy."
At my response, he gives me an empathetic smile, shaking his head as he glances towards the bathroom. The moment I see it happen, I know exactly where this is going to lead, so much so that I hurriedly hop off the bed and grab him by the forearm.
"Daddddy..." I can't help but whine, trying to tug him back towards me.
At the moment, Daddy sighs and stops. He turns around and eyes me down for several moments before he decides to say anything. I rub his forearm tentatively between my fingers as I pull it to my chest, hugging him close.
"You were very naughty today, Izzy." He tells me, his voice surprisingly calm. He lets me hold him for a few seconds before I finally release him. When I do, he kneels in front of me, tilting my chin so that the two of us eye to eye. "You know Daddy loves your pranks, but you also know that I'm a firm believer in making sure bratty behavior is corrected when it goes too far. Do you not?"
I grimace then, crossing my hands down in front of me as I nod. "Yes, Daddy."
With an appreciative smirk, he leans forward and kisses me on the forehead, rubbing his palm against my cheek before he stands back up.
"Good Girl," he tells me.
When Daddy returns from the bathroom, the bath brush in hand, he walks over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it. He then motions for me to join him, so I do as he says.
"You know what this is for, yes?" He asks, taking my hands in his.
"I do, Daddy." I tell him truthfully.
He nods, and with that reaches for the buttons of my jeans, undoing them as I stand quietly in front of him. It's not until they're down and at my ankles before he helps me across his knees.
When the punishment beings, the only thing protecting me from the soon to come onslaught against my ass is my thin, pink panties. He starts out slow and actually fairly gentle, but picks up the pace the longer the swats go on.
Eventually, Daddy takes my panties and pulls them down, too.
"Ow!" I squeak, trying to throw my arm back as I kick my legs. It's not that I want this to stop, but I can't help myself as I cry out. "Daddy!"
As if in response, he moves to grab the wooden bath brush. It's one of my least favorite implements, and he absolutely knows it. Not so much so that it's a hard limit, but more of just one that we only use when I really fucked up and Daddy needs to get his point across limit.
I brace myself as he gently takes my arm and places it against the small of my back, holding it there for safe keeping as I give a gentle moan. My center is already wet as he gives my colored backside a few soft pats with the brush. A couple to this cheek, and a little to the other.
"I know you don't like it," Daddy tells me now. "But that's the point. We're teaching you a lesson, right?"
"Yes, Daddy," I tell him, my pussy throbbing and my entire body overran with so many emotions. I push my face down into the comforter as he braces his right leg across both of mine, holding them down so that I can't block the punishment with my feet. "Ugghhhh...."
At this point, he's got me almost completely restrained, and damn it if it isn't doing something to me. Not quite enough to make me regret my actions, but it's definitely nearing the line that the two of us toe just about every day with one another. I could stop it all with a single word, but I wouldn't if I wanted to.
When my punishment is finally nearing the ending, when I'm finally to the point that I'm not sure how much more I can take, I give out a final and well-timed apology.
"I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorrrry." I tell him, lifting up my face just long enough to look back at him. "Please....I won't do it again."
His eyes meet mine at that moment and, taking in my undoubtedly regretful expression, he sits the brush down on the bed. He then moves to help me stand up before him, looking into my eyes and nudging my chin up so that I don't look to the floor (as is typical once I've been really bratty).
"Do you know how thankful I am for you?" He suddenly asks, and I can't help but look at him in a somewhat confused state, slowly coming down from the subspace that I was in as I take in his words.
"Yes," I tell him, giving a smile as a gentle brush spreads across my cheeks. "You tell me every day."
He nods, giving a scoff as he takes my hand and kisses it gently before rubbing it tentatively. "Just making sure you know."
"Do you know what I'm thankful for?" I say now, stepping back from him with a challenging chuckle of my own.
"That I can do this," I go on, picking up the brush that he had just used to pummel my ass with.
As soon as I do, I run off with it and hide it behind the washer machine.
Good luck finding it next time, Daddy.
