#i hope this is what you wanted :') im not that super knowledgeable on brat taming

[plastic-lamb]

omg okay tysm, i’m glad i asked🥺 but yeah no, whatever you think u can do with brat!tamer san🥰 ty again💜

Warning: p a i n p l a y ! ! ! (electro)

It was so much better to toy with San than to be good for him. What was your reward for being good- cumming a couple times? Sucking his cock? Both good, for sure, but San was so much better at coming up with creative punishments than rewards, punishments that you actually really enjoyed being that you were a hopeless painslut. Besides, being a brat was all part of the fun. It'd be boring for the both of you if you were a perfect little angel all the time. He liked punishing you just as much as you liked to be punished.

You had the day off and weren't on your period which meant you had to follow the rules and schedule put in place for you, and you broke them from the get-go.

Instead of staying naked all day you decided to wear a nice comfy hoodie of his. Of course you sent him pictures of you in it.

You were supposed to stay off the furniture, but instead you regularly sprawled out on the couch and watched TV. Again, you showed him this.

He told you edged yourself at least 30 times that day, a 5 edge increase from last time, and send him videos of it. Well, quite frankly you were just too tired to edge, so you decided not to. You knew that by the end of the day you were in deep shit and yet you had butterflies in your stomach.

With every rule you broke and documented just for him, he could feel his body temperature rising from irritation as well as excitement. To the point where it was difficult for him to fully concentrate at work because all he could think about was what would be a significant punishment for how utterly insolent you were being today. He didn't exactly know what he would do until he was on the way home.

When he arrived home you were casually standing in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. The two of you locked eyes, keeping each other's piercing gazes as he took his jacket and shoes off and you set the bowl down on the counter behind you. God the look in his eyes...you were fucked.

"If you give me really, really good reasons why you broke every single rule I gave you today, I'll lighten your punishment." He was right in front of you now, hands on the counter on either side of you caging you in.

"Well, let's see...I broke the rules because I..." You pretended to be in deep thought. "Oh, I know! Because I wanted to get under your skin," you exclaimed with a shit eating grin on your face.

You caught glimpse of a smirk tugging at his lips, almost betraying how much he was enjoying this. He instead just scoffed and took a step back.

"Well, in that case I think you deserve a pretty severe punishment, don't you think?" You shrugged coyly in response.

"Get undressed. Now." The tone in his voice totally shifted, telling you he was deep in his sadistic dom headspace. It struck a little bit of fear inside you, but mostly you were proud that you managed to get him there.

A little too eagerly you yanked off the hoodie and your underwear, folding them nicely and placing them on the floor to be taken care of later. Wordlessly, he walked over to the...basement door and opened it, gesturing for you to get in. You panicked a little, you knew you had been really bad today but the basement was scary and dark and dirty and had bugs and most of all: it was soundproof, meaning he could do anything to you down there and no one would know, and he did fully intend on making you scream as loud as you could.

On shaky legs you obeyed him, passing him a little begging glance when you walked up to him which just earned you a little shove through the door.

You descended the wooden steps slowly and carefully, trying not to get any splinters or nails in your feet. When you got to the last step, San's patience ran out and he shoved you to the ground. Thankfully you had anticipated that he'd do something like that so you were able to keep yourself from breaking your nose or spraining an ankle, instead just getting some scrapes on your hands.

Stepping over your body, San made his way over to the center of the room to a large wooden beam and waited for you patiently. You scrambled to your feet and followed him. Knowing exactly what to do you pressed your back against the beam and raised your arms so he could bind your hands with the cuffs he attached to it.

He then turned his attention to your legs, spreading them and tying your ankles off to some ropes he attached to the floor. Your body was stretched out uncomfortably, you could barely stand on your tip toes and most of your weight was being supported by your wrists. You could already feel that burn in your shoulders start to flare up.

You watched as San made his way over to a large toolbox on the far wall just out of your sight. You knew that's where he liked to keep his sadistic toys so you salivated a little in anticipation.

He spent a long time back there on purpose, humming to himself as he rustled through every single drawer loud enough for you to hear. Finally after what felt like an eternity came back to you, carrying something that made your mouth go dry at the sight of it.

"Please," you whined quietly, making San chuckle.

"What? After the way you acted today did you think I was gonna go easy on you?" He examined the cattle prod in his hands. He pulled the trigger and grinned at the way you jumped when the electricity zapped.

"Tell me, what are you supposed to do with an animal when it pisses on the floor?" Using the still-warm prongs of the prod, he lifted your chin, pressing the sharp prongs dangerously into your soft flesh.

"P-punish it and train it to n-not do it again," you whispered.

"Good! That's right," he moved the prod away from your throat making you sigh in relief, moving to caress the meaty part of your thigh with it. He leaned in close, his lips centimetres away from yours.

"I know that you were bad today because to wanted me to punish you. You like it when I make my punishments really cruel and painful because you're a little painslut, isn't that right?" His soothing voice calmed you enough to nod vigorously in response.

Immediately when you nodded, he lightly pressed the prongs against your thigh and pulled the trigger. You shrieked and instinctively tried to move your leg away, struggling against your bonds, all while San shushed you and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"That one wasn't so bad, hm? Let's say that one was for sitting on the couch." He hummed as he slowly dragged the prod up your body, watching your chest heave as he brought it dangerously close to your nipple. As much as you hated the prod, you loved any sort of torture on your breasts, which he was well aware of. You looked up at him in anticipation and he stared right back at you as he pulled the trigger.

Your body jolted involuntarily, but instead of a shriek you let out a cry of both pleasure and pain, the electricity feeling like it traveled from your breast right down to your cunt.

"For wearing clothes today," he stated frankly. Knowing how much you enjoyed that, he played with your tits a bit longer, alternating between hitting them with the prod, to pressing the prongs in so hard it hurt, to shocking them. All the while telling you what a fucking brat you were and reminding you that brats like you need to be punished and taught a lesson.

Satisfied with the small bruises already forming on your tits, he trailed the prod downward, dragging the prongs against your skin. Your breath hitched as he rubbed the head of the prod between your legs, dragging it along your dripping cunt. He revelled in your squirming for a few moments before moving it to where you both could see it.

"Fuck, look how wet this is now! You must really be enjoying this, you little slut." He examined the head for a second before bringing it to your lips.

"Clean it off and do a good job or I'll make that little tongue of yours numb and dead for a week." You vigorously licked your wetness off the prod, secretly into the idea of having a numb tongue for a day or so but not exactly wanting to try it out just yet.

When he was satisfied he pulled the prod away from you entirely and took a step back. You started shaking as San sunk to his knees and lovingly wrapped an arm around your thigh. He put the prod on your skin again, this time dragging it along the sensitive inner part of your thigh.

"Now, there's still one big rule you broke today. What was it?"

"I..didn't edge," your voice was breathless and shaking.

"That's right. You're still getting your edges today, but now instead of doing them on the nice carpet inside with your pussy not in any pain at all, you're going to get them right here, right after getting a good shock from the prod." You were already crying and trying desperately to free yourself as he pressed the prod hard against your cunt, the sharp prongs biting into your sensitive skin.

"I'll be nice and let you count to three to mentally prepare yourself for it. Start now."

"O-one," you took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut. "Two.....three."

Your entire body convulsed and tried to curl in on itself as you screamed at the top of your lungs, the electricity leaving your pussy on fire. The pain was hot and sharp and persisting and was made worse when San shoved two fingers inside you, his hand rubbing painfully against your sore skin. Despite the fact that you were so aroused you could feel your clit literally throb up to that point, the pain overrided any other sensation and you just couldn't get to the edge.

"Aww, can my poor little bitch not edge now? What a shame. Maybe another shock will motivate you, because we're not done until you get all 30 edges."

You were sobbing, snot and tears and drool running down your face. San stood up and leaned in to whisper in your ear so you could hear him over your own crying.

"Color?"

"G-green."

He grinned, pressing a soothing kiss against your temple before sinking back to his knees.

Despite what a mess you were and how much pain you were in, the both of you knew that soon enough you'd be back to breaking rules on purpose just to get punished again. Although, punishments this severe were a rare treat, so you'd simply just break one or two rules until you were prepared for this torture again. It really was just pure torture, but you could get over it as you loved the way it made you drip and the extensive aftercare that would come when you were finished.