A Brat Gets A Spanking

Intimacy Coordinator: Hi Danni. Do you understand what’s expected of you from this scene today?

Danni: Yes, it’s a simulated rape kinda thing. I’ve done this before. It’s not a big deal.

Intimacy Coordinator: That’s great. I just want to make sure that you’re comfortable with the scene and everything it entails. You know you can “tap out” at any time, right?

Danni: Yup, I’m all set.

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Danni was the epitome of a brat. She wore short shorts even in autumn that cupped her butt like a well fitted glove. Her red thigh high socks were wrapped tightly around her long legs. Her soft brown hair was a single long braid. It made her look childish even though she was eighteen years old.

She walked through the dark empty street home and she commended herself for bringing a jacket. The night air was cool against her skin and the crop top she wore did little to protect her. She stopped at the yellow house, her home. The porch lights were on but the lights inside were not.

“Thank god,” she said. Dad must have gone to bed.

She checked her reflection in the window glass before opening the door. The makeup on her face was a bit runny. The smudged lipstick accentuated her triangle chin and the freckles on her fawn colored skin.

Danni opened the door, cringing as it creaked, and tip-toed inside. The floorboards seemed to squeak louder than usual. Still, no footsteps or voices yelling her name.



Looks like I’m in the clear!

CLICK

The lights snapped on and illuminated the room. Sitting in a large plush chair was man, a scruffy beard framing his square face. The heavy bags and red eyes suggested he’d been drinking. The bottle on the floor confirmed it. His half buttoned police uniform was a wrinkled dishevelled mess.

“H-hello, daddy,” Danni said.

“It’s 2am Danni,” he said. His voice was deep gravelly tone. It sent chills up her spine. “You were supposed to be home four hours ago.”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she said. She twisted her braid in her fingers and swayed her hips. Maybe I can ‘cute’ my way out of this. “I just lost track of time.”

“Come here,” he said.

She obeyed and even sat on his lap. That had a way of winning over his heart when he was drunk and angry. Her shorts rode up and wedge themself in her ass. She tried to tug them down, to no avail. Though she was petite, the shorts were several sizes too small.

I’m getting a major wedgie.

Daddy wrapped his arm around her waist. “How many times have I told you not to miss curfew?”

“A lot,” she said feigning shame. In her father’s arms she looked tiny. He was a foot taller than her and a wall of muscle. She gave him a sad pout. “I just wanted to have fun.”

“I think you’re taking advantage of me,” he said. His grip on her hips tightened.

“Ow, you’re hurting me,” she said.

“Ever since your mother left you’ve been acting out. You stay out late, dress like a slut, and walk around with your face painted like a whore.”

Danni bit her lip. She tried not to cry but the tears trickled out anyway. He was so mean when he was drunk.

“Daddy, you’re hurting me,” she said.

“Do you know what happens to little girls when they stay out late?” He wrapped her braid in his fist and unzipped his fly.