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[lutherdaddydom]

The Brat

I’m pouting on my bed, my short little skirt flipped up, my panties pulled down just enough to tease, my stuffie clutched tight as I huff and kick my feet. Daddy told me to clean my room, but fuck that—I’m not his maid. I’ve been a brat all day, sassing him, rolling my eyes, sticking out my tongue when he wasn’t looking. I know I’m pushing it, but my pussy’s been wet since breakfast, craving the moment he snaps. I want him mad, want him to 'make' me behave.

The door slams open, and Daddy’s there, his eyes dark, his jaw tight, looking like he’s about to fucking destroy me. “What the fuck, Baby?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous, making my clit pulse. “You think you can act like a little bitch and get away with it?” I smirk, tossing my hair, playing the brat even though my heart’s pounding.

“I don’t wanna clean, Daddy,” I whine, kicking my stuffie off the bed for extra effect. “You can’t make me.” My pussy’s soaking, my thighs slick under my skirt, and I know he sees it, his eyes flicking to the wet spot on my panties.

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that, you little slut,” he says, stepping closer, his big hand grabbing my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Daddy’s done with your bullshit. You wanna be a brat? I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you.” My breath hitches, fear and want twisting in my gut as he yanks me off the bed, my knees hitting the floor hard.

“Daddy, no!” I squeal, squirming as he pins my wrists behind my back with one hand, his grip bruising. But my cunt’s dripping, my body betraying how much I want this, even as I pretend to fight. “Let me go, you jerk!” I spit, knowing it’ll make him rougher.

“Shut the fuck up,” he snaps, his free hand ripping my panties off, the fabric stinging as it tears against my skin. “You don’t get to talk, Baby. You’re gonna learn what happens to bratty little girls who don’t listen to Daddy.” He shoves my face into the mattress, my ass up, my pussy exposed, and I hear his belt unbuckle, the leather sliding through the loops with a hiss that makes my clit throb.

I wiggle, trying to crawl away, but he grabs my hips, yanking me back. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere, princess,” he says, and then the belt cracks across my ass, the pain sharp and hot, making me scream into the sheets. “Count, you little whore. Every fucking hit.”

“O-one!” I sob, my pussy clenching, the sting mixing with the ache between my legs. Another crack, harder, and I’m shaking, my voice breaking as I choke out, “Two!” He doesn’t stop, the belt biting into my ass, my thighs, each hit making me wetter, my cries turning to moans. By ten, I’m a mess, my ass red and burning, my cunt dripping down my legs, my body begging for him to touch me.

“Look at you,” he sneers, tossing the belt aside, his fingers plunging into my pussy without warning, three at once, stretching me so hard I scream. “Fucking soaked from your punishment. You’re not sorry, are you? You’re just a needy little cumslut begging for Daddy’s cock.” He pumps his fingers fast, curling them against my g-spot, and I’m humping his hand, my face buried in the mattress, drooling as I moan.

“No, Daddy, I’m sorry!” I lie, my voice high and whiny, playing the little girl he loves. “I’ll be good, I promise!” But I’m grinding harder, wanting him to break me, to force me to take it.

“Too fucking late,” he says, pulling his fingers out, leaving me empty and whining. He grabs my hair, yanking my head back, and I feel his cock, thick and hard, pressing against my pussy. “You don’t want it? Too bad, Baby. Daddy’s gonna fuck you whether you like it or not.” I thrash, my hands clawing at the sheets, but it’s all for show—my cunt’s aching for him to take me, to make it hurt.

“No, Daddy, please!” I cry, but he slams into me, his cock splitting my tight pussy open, the stretch so intense I see stars. I scream, my walls clenching around him, my body fighting to take his size. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, just pounds me, his hips slapping my sore ass, each thrust shoving me into the mattress.

“Fucking take it,” he growls, his hand wrapping around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin. “This is what you get for being a bratty little bitch. Daddy’s gonna ruin this pussy, make you his obedient little girl.” I’m moaning, my clit throbbing, my body shaking as he fucks me harder, his cock hitting so deep it hurts so good.

He flips me over, my legs spread wide, my wrists pinned above my head. “Look at me,” he orders, his eyes burning into mine. “Tell Daddy you’re his little slut.” His hand slaps my clit, sharp and sudden, and I scream, my pussy gushing around his cock.

“I’m your little slut, Daddy!” I sob, my voice breaking, my body arching as another slap hits my clit, then another, each one pushing me closer to the edge. “I’m yours, please, fuck me, use me!” I’m gone, lost in the shame and pleasure, my cunt spasming as he keeps slapping and thrusting, his cock owning me.

“That’s right, Baby,” he says, his voice rough, his hand tightening on my throat. “Cum for Daddy. Show me how much you love being his dirty little whore.” He slaps my clit one last time, and I’m done, my orgasm ripping through me, my pussy squirting all over his cock, my screams muffled as he chokes me harder. I’m shaking, my vision blurry, my body his to use.

He doesn’t stop, fucking me through it, his thrusts brutal, his cock swelling inside me. “Daddy’s gonna fill you up, princess,” he groans, and then he’s cumming, hot and thick, flooding my pussy, dripping out around his cock as he keeps pounding. “Take it, you little cumslut. Every fucking drop.”

He collapses on me, his weight heavy, his cock still twitching in my ruined cunt. “You gonna be a brat again, Baby?” he whispers, his lips brushing my ear, his hand stroking my hair like I’m his good little girl.

“No, Daddy,” I whimper, my body spent, my pussy leaking his cum, my ass still burning from the belt. “I’ll be good.” But deep down, I know I’ll be a brat tomorrow, just to feel him wreck me again.

#ddlg #nsfw #Brat #brattysub #daddydom

[lutherdaddydom]

People are fucking weird I give up bye.

[lutherdaddydom]

"We are all mad here," the Cheshire Cat whispers, his grin slicing the air like a cruel little truth. They fear us, the mad ones—yet what is sanity if not a circus of rehearsed acts, of bleating their safe, bleached lines? Oh, but the mad—those of us who see life in its bare, strange skin—dare to color outside the bars, to laugh when we're told to be quiet. If you're not at least a little cracked, darling, you're merely polishing your own cage.

I’m a little mad here!!!

[lutherdaddydom]

I want to watch you sleep my baby, I'd love to slip my fingers into your needy pussy as you slept , your sleeping face reveling the your true self all your defences down I'd have fun pushing as close to awakening you with my fingers without actually doing so, when I felt your wet needy pussy crave more than my fingers i gently position myself between your legs and slide my hard cock into your needy wet hole as you still slept, knowing you will wake as I thrust into your still limp body I quickly place one hand on your mouth to stifle any sound your sleepy whore mouth might try to make as you awake. I'd fuck you roughly until I make you cum then plug your hole now full of my hot cum. I hold you and finally remove my hand from your mouth to hear you thank me and beg Daddy for more as I hand you a bong and force you to take hit after hit so i can fuck you again as you nearly white out...

If your a genuine person, then a Sub I would enjoy getting to know you better in my private discord.

[lutherdaddydom]

I slam the door shut behind us, the clang echoing through the empty pastry kitchen. The air is warm, scented with sugar and butter, but that’s not what you’re here for. You’re here to be used, to be taken roughly, and we both know it. You stand by the counter, your apron still on, flour dusting your cheek.

"Get on your knees, Bunny," I growl, my voice harsh. You drop instantly, your eyes wide and eager. You know what’s coming. You crave it.

"Take a hit," I say, handing you a freshly rolled joint. You inhale deeply, the smoke curling around you as your eyes glaze over slightly. Perfect.

I grab your hair, yanking your head back to look up at me. "You know why you’re here, don’t you?"

"Yes, Sir," you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation.

"Good girl." I slap your face, hard enough to sting. You moan, the pain mixing with your high. I unzip my pants, pulling out my cock. "Suck it."

You take me in, your mouth warm and eager. I fuck your face hard, not caring if you gag, enjoying the sounds of your struggle. My hand tightens in your hair, guiding you, controlling you.

"Stand up," I order, and you do, shaky but compliant. I spin you around, bending you over the counter. Your ass is exposed, the apron crumpled beneath you. I yank your panties down roughly, enjoying the sight of your bare skin.

"Please, Sir," you beg, your voice breaking.

"Please what?" I taunt, spanking your ass hard. You cry out, the sting mixing with the buzz of the weed.

"Please fuck me, Sir," you whimper.

I chuckle, dark and low. "Not yet." I grab a nearby rolling pin, pressing it against your entrance. You gasp, shocked but aroused. I push it in slowly, watching you take it, your body tensing and relaxing around the intrusion.

"Good girl," I murmur, pulling it out and tossing it aside. I replace it with my cock, thrusting into you hard and fast. You scream, the sound muffled by the counter. I choke you with one hand, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur as I pound into you.

"You’re mine," I snarl, my grip tightening. "Say it."

"I’m yours, Sir," you gasp, your words punctuated by my thrusts.

I pull you up by your hair, turning you around to face me. I lift you onto the counter, spreading your legs wide. I fuck you with brutal intensity, the kitchen filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding.

"Come for me," I command, my voice a dark promise.

You do, your body convulsing around me, your scream echoing through the kitchen. I follow soon after, spilling into you with a final, deep thrust.

I hold you there for a moment, both of us panting, your body trembling. I gently lift you off the counter, setting you down carefully.

"You did so well, Bunny," I murmur, kissing your forehead. I help you to a chair, bringing you a glass of water. I clean you up softly, my touch tender now, soothing the marks I’ve left on your skin.

"You’re safe, you’re mine," I repeat, holding you close. You look up at me, your eyes clear now, filled with trust and satisfaction.

"Thank you, Sir," you whisper, nestling into my arms.

I smile, stroking your hair. "Good girl. You did so well."