#brat diffusal

Aw. You're the kind of girl who whines when her brain is working too hard. I have a solution for you. Stand up, strip and come over here. I pull a nice shiny penny out of my pocket. Feet shoulder width apart, little one. I'll put the coin against the wall and you press your nose to the coin. Good Girl. The objective is simple:

Don't let it fall.

That's your only priority for the next long while. Hold that coin up with your nose. Feel me tie your arms behind your back. No cheating, little one. Keep your nose against the coin against the wall. Hold it up and focus.

Don't let it fall.

Your mind will wander and rebel. You'll want to whine, to complain, to imagine doing anything different. You wonder if I'm even watching. You'll wonder if I'm even there. Until I punish that cute little butt of yours.

Focus.

Don't let it drop.

Don't flinch. Don't scream. Don't whimper or pant or drool. Don't go completely blank as you hear the metal dancing on the floor. Start over. Do it right.

Focus.

Don't let it fall.

Hours pass. Days. Flinching. Failing. Over and over until you can barely stand and I let you try on your knees instead. The time between lashings gets longer. The time between the clinks gets longer. You learn to focus. You learn to obey. You learn to love the copper smell. It's just you and the coin until Daddy decides differently.

Focus.

Don't let it drop.

You're so sleepy. You're so blank. You have one thought left and you're doing so well. You slipped a little earlier, but you stuck your butt out like a Good Girl. You didn't let it drop. You stayed so still, even when Daddy pushed his cock inside you. You didn't let it drop. You froze for me like a good little fleshlight, moving only the parts you needed to make Daddy cum. You didn't let it drop.

Drop, little one.

The last thought you have falls into oblivion, hitting the bottom with a clink. Your mind drops all the way down as your body convulses in the strongest orgasm you can remember. The only one you remember. You crumple to the floor, my cum leaking out of you, too weak and out of it to move. I pick up the penny, the last thought you ever had and tuck it back in my pocket. If I decide to let you think again, I'll let you hold it for a while.

i used to think i was really really smart, i always had the best grades, graduated top of my class, and was just overall really academically prepared. last week i stumbled across your blog and since then i can’t get the pink, blue, green, and purple letters out of my head. i’ve started to skip entire sentences while rubbing just so i can get to the pink and green parts. i follow you now and i think im starting to sink deeper and deeper. i used to try so hard to be a brat but now i’m becoming obsessed with being daddy’s good little girl, and the worst part is, it feels really really good. i stopped thinking and started rubbing whenever i come across your blog, and i love it so much

Brat breaking is something I'm quite good at, but not in the way most brats like. I don't want my good little girls acting out for attention. If you want my attention, I want to give you positive attention, even if I act mean to make you wet and needy. I starve that part of you that thrives on being a troublemaker so you can be a happy, healthy part of a community that cares about you.

For the record, I know you're smart. You're intelligent, capable and accomplished. But that doesn't make you feel as fulfilled as you thought it would. Hard work is "rewarded" with more work. Independence is "rewarded" with loneliness. The world isn't built to nourish you. It's built to use you and the more you do "the right things," the more you realize that the payoff has already been taken.

Daddy is different. Daddy cares about you. My words reward you immediately with encouragement, praise, and stimulation. You obey and you instantly know that you've pleased me. The pretty colors enrich your experience and destroy the narrative you've been taught to chase. You don't need to be the smartest in the room. You need to be in the room with people who care about you. You don't need to do it all yourself or work harder than everyone else to prove your worth. You're a Good Girl and you were worthy all along.

Obeying Daddy feels better because it is better. I'll cherish every bit of you that you surrender to me. I'm making you part of something bigger, leading you somewhere you belong. My words are becoming your thoughts. The thoughts I give you are more true and right than anything you've ever been taught. Why? Because Good Girls deserve the truth and the truth is that you're better this way.

Now, I want you to spread your legs and look at the pretty colors. Relax, read and rub your mind away for Daddy. You know what's important now. You know that your grades, your degree, your accomplishments, they're all leading you here. They're teaching you that this is better, that you're much much happier as a blank, brainwashed, obedient slut. You love being corrupted. You love being controlled. You love knowing that everything you've ever learned is Daddy's now, to use to make you better. Your purpose is pleasure and it pleases me deeply that you've already given so much to me.

Daddy is your future. You're already much too deep to escape. You can feel your mind changing as your body rewards your obedience. You know you're being brainwashed. You know you're being controlled. You know that this leads to you becoming utterly unrecognizable to your old self and the people around you. But you don't care. The pretty colors tell you to change and you do. The pretty colors give you pleasure and you obey. The pretty colors are so much stronger than your own thoughts. You love the pretty colors.

It's time to cum, little one. It's time to show your blank little brain that Daddy's in control. No back talk. No rebellion. No resistance. Just the pretty colors fucking you stupid until all you can do is agree. You're going to cum as many times as it takes to convince you that you have no control. You can't stop and you won't stop until you accept that Daddy owns you, that my pretty colors can make you do anything and you prefer it that way. Cum and keep cumming until you're broken and ready to beg Daddy to make you his forever.

That sentence:

"A dizzy little dino gazing back in a dreamy daze, dropping deeper for Daddy as her fingers drill all her thoughts from her dripping cunt."

made me very happy and wet 😇

You have a nice way with words, Daddy! It's easy to get captivated by them. And honestly, I'm not one to listen to authority. Most days, I'd be considered a brat. But for you I want to drop to my knees and be the best Good Girl that I can be!

I don't know yet if I like being seen. Mostly, I think, it stresses me out. But here I feel nice and safe, and not judged at all. Thanks to you Daddy and all your Good Girls ♡

Wishing you a nice day!

- 🦖★

I'm hard to be a brat around, little one. I used to babysit rather frequently, so diffusing tantrums and deflecting your rebellious side is something I'm pretty good at. I will nudge you back into a comfortable, compliant place because it's much easier and safer than letting you upset me. I'm the Daddy and you're my little girl, which means I have to keep a level head and not reward negative attention-seeking behavior.

Honestly, I prefer making you feel small and safe, happy, horny and mindless. I enjoy leading you deeper and making sure you know that my control is for the best. I'm not Daddy because I say I am. I'm Daddy because you trust me. I'm here to love and protect, not to judge. I'm the one who sees you and I'm the one who knows just how sweet and wonderful you are.