My Bratty Domme Fantasy: Go Ahead, Try to Punish Me

I am not always sweet. Some mornings I wake up with mischief in my blood and a smirk I cannot wipe off, and on those days I am a full blown brat. My bratty domme fantasy goes like this. A man thinks he is going to dominate me. I disobey everything with a smile. I dare him to do something about it. And when he finally snaps and takes control, I love every second of the punishment I earned.

Try to Handle Me

He called last week, all deep voice and confidence. "I am going to tell you exactly what to do tonight, Josie, and you are going to obey."

I laughed. Actually laughed. "We will see about that."

"Take off your top," he ordered.

"Make me," I said sweetly.

I could hear him breathe harder. "Josie."

"Josie what?" I teased. "Use your big boy voice."

"Take. Off. Your. Top. Now."

"Mmm, no." I stretched out on my bed, completely comfortable. "I do not think you can make me do a single thing. I think you are all talk."

That did it. His voice dropped an octave. "When I get my hands on you, little girl, I am going to turn you over my knee and spank that bratty ass until you cannot sit down."

"Promises, promises," I sang. But my thighs were already pressing together, because we both knew exactly where this was going.

Earning Every Swat

"Touch yourself," he commanded. "But you do not get to come until I say so."

"Fine," I sighed, like it was the biggest inconvenience in the world, and slid my hand between my legs. I was already wet. Of course I was wet. Being a brat is my favorite kind of foreplay.

I moaned for him, loud and exaggerated, circling my clit, dipping two fingers inside my dripping pussy. "Oh no," I gasped, dripping sarcasm, "I am having just the worst time over here."

"You are going to pay for that mouth," he growled.

"You have to catch me first," I whispered, and then I let out the most pathetic little whimper as my orgasm started building against my will. "Wait, no, I am going to... I am going to come..."

"Do not you dare."

"I... I..." I came so hard I screamed his name, shaking all over my bed. There was a long silence on the line.

"You disobeyed me," he said quietly. Dangerous.

"I know," I breathed, grinning into the dark. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Next time I see you, you are mine for a full hour. No safe words for brats. I am going to spank you, edge you until you cry, and make you beg for every single orgasm."

"Mmm," I purred. "I am counting on it."

That is the thing about a brat like me. I will run the whole show until a man proves he can take it from me. And when he does? Best night ever.

Think you can handle me? Call and try. I dare you.