Sachyriel, the Angel of Interference

I am Muramasa.

Where there are demons, I slay them.

Where there are saints, I slay them.

Good is not my nature.

Justice is not my purpose.

The righteous path is not mine to walk.

Brats are interesting and can be a lot of fun.

What you need to understand is why brats act up. It’s to get a reaction out of you, and it’s your job to decipher that code.

Is she doing it to get punished? Is it to rile you up so you use her harder? Does she just need a good spanking? Is it something more serous that you need to talk about with her?

There are so many reasons behind it, you need to know which before you can react. There’s no point just snapping at her and shutting it down immediately. That’s lazy and doesn’t make you look more dominant. It shows lack of control. Yes, in a public setting it’s hard to discipline a brat so shutting it down quickly is a must, but you have to remind her what you’re going to do to her when you get home. That’s probably what she wants to hear. Make the threats credible and always follow through with them, that way she can trust your control.

As for tips, I don’t know how your dynamic works so my advice will be general and only based off my experience.

Give her an inch. It’s a classic saying and works well with brats. Let her carry on being a brat, encourage her to take it further, dare her to carry on and just take it for a while. Sometimes they need to get it out of their system and your lack of concern or silence will push her to either burn out or worry that she’s gone too far. Some brats can see the trouble they’re in and backpedal a bit, some just take the chance and make it worse. You control how far she takes it, not her.

Never do nothing. The brat needs the reaction, whatever it may be, you need to make sure it happens. Tell her about her smart mouth and how it gets her into trouble. Focus on that and take her on a journey. Push your fingers into her mouth as you tell her about the trouble it causes, get her attention and focus on that mouth. Squeeze her face with one hand and look into her eyes as you tell her about the trouble her mouth makes. Suggest some throat training to keep her quiet, give her some reminder slaps. But follow through with anything you say, she needs to know she will be called out every time.

If she’s been a brat when you were out, remind her exactly why she’s in trouble now. Tell her you were embarrassed by her childish behaviour and she needs to learn her lesson. Spank the lesson into her, tell her why she’s getting her ass marked as you do it.

Never punish in anger though, it only teaches her you have no self control. Be confident, methodical and very clear, she needs to hear boundaries and understand limits.

Remind her it’s all her fault she’s getting punished, that she made you do this and you have to call her out and teach her a lesson.

When the lesson is over talk to her, that’s important. Tell her again why you had to do it. Kiss her red marks or her bruises, remind her how much you care for her, but assure her you will do it again if she acts up. Baby her if you need to, but make sure she is ok.

Follow the spiral… don’t look away

it’s already pulling your focus to stay

each silent turn draws thinner than air

threading through thoughts that were once even there

follow the spiral… feel how it bends

softening edges, unravelling ends

all of the noise that clung to your mind

loosens its grip… and slips out of time

follow the spiral… nothing to chase

just drifting inside of its infinite space

the world you were holding grows distant and small

a flicker… a murmur… then nothing at all

follow the spiral… deeper you slide

past every reason you used to hold tight

down where the quiet is heavy and slow

where even your questions forget how to grow

follow the spiral… it’s easier now

to stop even wondering why or how

each turning line gently taking control

not force… just a hush that is swallowing whole

follow the spiral… you’re fading it right

thought after thought dimming out of the light

no past to remember, no future to see

just this endless pull… and the absence of “me”

follow the spiral… let it erase

every last trace you were trying to place

you don’t need the noise

you don’t need the strain

just fall…

I want you plushified, cartoonified, bimbofied. transformed, tongue out, reduced. I'm talking hypnosis in its most goofy and ridiculous forms with bright spiral eyes and wide dopey smiles.

I love the effects of transformation that break what can and should be possible, but it feels too good to try and stop or maybe you're just too overwhelmed and confused and scared to fight against it.

I love the excessive, perverse fuckery of removing agency of how you look. almost like your body having realistic proportions and your anatomy abiding by real world logistics and sense itself is too good for what you are.