brat tamer!steve who is putting you in your place for like.... the 3rd time in a week lol
a pathetic sniffle and sob.
its all you can do from your place laid across steve's thigh, his leg laying ontop of yours to keep your body pinned down to the bed. you look and sound so pathetic, and you know you do because steve's told you so many times.
its even worse because he seems comfortable and calm, like he's not striking constant hits to the soft flesh of your behind and making you count, through the tears and all. steve glares down at you as he rests against the headboard.
another sharp sting hits your butt and you jerk, gripping tightly onto his thigh. "count babe" steve reminds as his hand roams over the soft flesh, "u...unh.. five" you whimper out unsure and weak. steve lets out a low teasing whistle, “too dumb huh” his fingers grip into the flesh and he shakes your asscheek just to watch the recoil, something he is having too much fun doing
“that was fifteen not five, my dumb girl” he lets out a sigh and fake ponders, “i think we have to start over baby” he pouts and lets his index finger rub along your panty covered slit.
you whimper and squirm but steve presses more weight down from his leg and holds you in place. “this cunt…” he speaks outloud and hooks his index finger under to pull your panties to the side before whistling lowly, “so wet and sticky…just throbbing for stevie hmm?” he leans down to spread your folds and blow lightly.
you let out a soft moan and clench around nothing, cheek sore from being pressed into the mattress and you’re so so horny, you feel like you’re going to die if steve doesn’t give you what you want in the next minute.
“i’m sorry stevie i really am” you try to turn your head back to face him as much as you can, the soothing feeling of his palm on your ass pulling you into a fuzzier headspace. “so sorry daddy” you pout and hope that the infamous nickname softens steve up a bit and he’ll finally decide to stop punishing you.
steve groans at the name, his bulge pressed against your pelvis and throbbing. you can literally feel how big he is and just how deep he’d reach inside you, oh how much he’d stretch you. you just need him so so so bad and he really won’t let up!
“daddy knows you’re sorry baby…but make it to twenty and i’ll give you what you want ‘kay doll” you let out a whine of protest and shake your head, “no no i’ve been good please i want you so bad” you push your body up a bit and reach behind you to grab ahold of steve’s fingers but he’s quick, pushing you back down by your upper back and swatting your hands away.
he huffs with feigned annoyance, “such a little brat, just a little crybaby” steve lets his hand tangle in your hair and pulls tightly,dragging your head back so he can bring his lips close to your ear, “if you want to be treated like a good girl, then act like one and count” his soft voice rasps into your ear and your pussy clenches once before the sound of a sharp smack rings through the air.
“a-ah fuck…one” you sniffle and bury your head into the sheets bunched up around you, pathetic and needy just waiting for your punishment to finally be over :(
mean stevie is such a fawking need omg
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