Page 4 of Taming His Brat

She wiggled in her chair. “Yeah, technically, but I mean … you’re Daddy now.”

She looked so fucking adorable squirming, all full of embarrassment and determination. And she was right. Even if she ended up with a say legally, he’d still be in charge ofher. At least he hoped so. So far, all signs were pointing to the relationship lasting.

They were both getting what they needed and that tended to go a long way towards keeping things intact. “And as your Daddy, I’m telling you that when you have a good idea, one that will work, I’ll hear you and we’ll give it a try. But you better have done your homework, or you might end up over my knee, little girl.”

She rolled her eyes. “You wouldn’t spank me for that, Daddy.”

“Wouldn’t I? Try me.” But the smirk on his face said he was teasing her and once she saw that she laughed. There probably would be a spanking if she brought him another unlikely idea, but it would be because she threw a fit when he pointed out why it wouldn’t work.

He knew his Charlie and she struggled with the word no.

But the banter had done what he’d intended, and the pouting was done. They chatted over the remains of the meal. When she brought out a fresh blueberry pie for dessert, he pulled her into his lap and insisted on feeding her a slice one bite at a time.

She was giggling and happy by the time they finished eating, but there was still something he had to take care of. It wasn’t going to be a severe punishment, but she needed something to remind her not to put things off until the last minute. Once there was nothing left but the purple juice and crumbs on their plate, he reminded her that she was owed a punishment.

There was an immediate reaction. “Oh no, Daddy! Please, I was almost done.” Her bottom lip quivered, and her eyes had gone wide and pleading.

“Almost doesn’t cut it, Charlie. Not when you had weeks to do this,” he said, shaking his head.

“But…”

“Nope. You’re going over my knee, but if you don’t fuss about it too much it’ll just be my hand this time. You need to learn that putting off unpleasant things doesn’t make them go away, kiddo.”

She sighed and pressed her face into his neck. “I want them to go away though.”

“Uh-huh. I know. But since it ain’t gonna happen, we need to go ahead and do the hard things anyway, right?” He kept his voice low and gentle, as he rubbed slow circles on her back.

“I guess.” She drew the words out mournfully.

“Right. So, I want you to go to the corner. That one over there,” He gestured to the empty spot in the far corner of the main room. Despite the clutter in the small cabin, he’d insisted it stay open just for her. “-and think about how you’re going to do things different next time.”

She didn’t like the corner. Spankings, even if they were punishment, she could sometimes enjoy if they weren’t too heavy, but it was these little additions that put her head in the right place for being punished. It took it out of the sexy category and made it real discipline, which was what she needed and wanted, despite her reluctance.

She made a soft whining sound, but he ignored it and set her on her feet. “Now, Charlie.”

She went, dragging her feet and moving as slowly as she could get away with. He gave her a moment once she was settled there and then cleared his throat. It was a reminder, and she knew exactly what she was supposed to do.

She liked to act as if she’d forgotten every time, but now with a sigh she pushed her baggie sweatpants and underwear down to her knees.

“Shirt too, little girl. You know better by now. I’m going to start doubling your punishment if you keep pretending like you don’t know what to do in the corner.” The words were cool, with an edge of sternness that said he was close to making that decision.

She quickly pulled up her t-shirt and tucked it around her waist so that her ass was bare.

“Better.” He knew that was one of the hardest parts for her to get through. Baring her own ass made her an active participant in her punishment. It engaged her mind and her emotions in what was happening—but of course it was also embarrassing.

It was meant to be.

He let her stand there, shuffling and mumbling under her breath for about ten minutes before he said a word. He enjoyed watching her in the corner. She would shoot him shy looks, trying to see what he was doing, but each time her eyes met his and she’d quickly turn back.

They’d talked about the corner time rules. He’d made it clear what he expected of her, and eventually he’d tighten the reins a little more and start punishing her for those small lapses. At the moment though, he just found it amusing that she always thought she could get away with it, as if he wasn’t sitting right here watching.

“You let me know when you’re ready for your spanking, Charlie.” She hated that, and he knew it. It was another way to make her take part in her own discipline. He felt like it was important that she wasn’t always passive when it came to these things. He could and did grab and spank when she was having a fit. She quickly regretted pushing him to that point when the fast flurry of spanks heated her ass up to scorching.

But sometimes it was necessary that she be reminded she’d asked for this, that she was an equal participant in this relationship. It was too easy to sink into the mindset that this was being done to her instead offorher that way.

So, sometimes he dropped the ball in her lap to force her to make choices in her own punishment. Now she’d have to struggle with the decision—stand there longer, with her bare ass hanging out, or go ahead and say she was ready. The latter would then cause the spanking she was trying to avoid.

Maybe it was mean. He was pretty sureshethought it was. He could hear her grumbling about it under her breath at that very moment, but he also thought it was good for her.

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