Brat Taming 101 Novels & Stories

“Like how you lied to me years ago?” His jaw flexed. “One day,” he said tightly, “you’ll understand why I left.” “I doubt that.” “Rule three,” he went on, ignoring the edge in my voice, “You will obey me in public. Whatever I say, however I touch you, whatever I need you to do… you will play the part.” I stared at him. “You want a puppet?” “No,” he said, stepping closer, lowering his voice. “I want a queen. One who knows when to act and when to fight.”

is also an animal that must be calmed. Increasingly annoyed by my behavior, glaring at me, he tightens his grip even more, making me feel like I'm grappling with a giant anaconda. So much so that I'm afraid I'll soon feel my bones breaking if he continues, not to mention adding more pressure on my mind. He is ready to do anything to silence me. However, he doesn't yet know who he's dealing with... but it won't be long. The more insistent he gets, the more I struggle, clawing at him while kicking him, hitting anything within reach. Despite my migraine, which explodes and brings tears to my eyes, I persist in going so far as to bite him, without however anyone in the room trying to intervene.

A few minutes in the corner for sneaking an extra cookie without asking—Daddy Grant standing behind her with arms crossed, voice gentle but firm: “Hands on head, nose to the wall, little one. Think about why we have rules.” A light hand spanking from Daddy Cole for sassing during a board game—“Oh yeah? Well, I am gonna win anyway!”—followed by ten quick swats over her panties and immediate cuddles on the couch, his laughter in her ear as he rubbed the sting away. But nothing serious. Nothing that involved all three Daddies at once. Nothing that left her truly breathless and repentant. Until the day she decided to really brat. It was a beautiful sunny Saturday in early fall—the kind of day ma

Chapter 50 The Secret Video Tape Red Fox Clan Brad’s POV “How is your arm now?” Brad asked, placing soft k**ses on Brittany’s arm. They are currently in his room, enjoying their lovely moment. She rested her head properly on his chest, smiling at the way he treats her like a queen. Brad picked up the remote control from the side stool close by and changed the station of the Tv. It displays the past event of the Hybrid contest, showing the judges and those that were performing.

Nick smiled, approving of my words, but didn't let go of my hand. "The way you are, you're going to be punished a lot... And since you say you're a brat, you'll have to get used to it. Punishment is something to irritate and frustrate you, your pleasure will take a back seat, so you'll have to get used to that feeling and control your irritation." Nick explains. "The Brat and Tamer dynamic doesn't just mean punishment... Just like the Hunter and Prey dynamic." I reply, but Nick smiles even wider.

Braxton is a werewolf and he's about to shapeshift into a wild giant wolf which is something I can not let happen in my school full of humans who mostly have never seen one outside of a book or a movie. Hence, I anticipate what I believe, would surely be a long term trauma for my poor students and teachers. I spontaneously throw on Mr. Braxton a glass of cold water that was on my desk, hoping desperately it would stop his ongoing transformation. To my great astonishment, it works. Mr Braxton is shocked by the unpleasant effect of the cold water on his body and emits the shout of a beaten dog. He comes back almost immediately to his senses and the parts of his body that have already mutated,

“ you are being a cute little brat Miss Townsend “ Me? A brat ? “ I’m not a brat “ I yelled in his face He didn’t respond, he removes his wrist watch calmly, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt showing the ink that is so spread across his arm , he walked to the bar and poured two cup of whiskey, he gave me a cup which a down quickly in anger …A very bad idea I chocked on the hot drink and started coughing, his expression soften “ you don’t down a glass of whiskey love “ he poured me another glass “ here , don’t rush drink it softly “ I cradled the glass with my two hand and took a sip , I didn’t look at him I am too embarrassed about choking on the whiskey “I’m older, it’s impossible for me t

And that was the ending of my bratty life, daddy had a really tight hold on me, as he flipped me over his lap, taking my pants down, holding my tail in place and smacking the living shit out of my bum. "I tried to be nice and not spank you, but that's enough with you" he says landing more painful slaps to my bum. "You will not brat, you will not refuse food, you will not swear or curse, and you will obey me" he says while I scream, maybe bratting isn't my thing after all. "Am I clear?" He asks finally stopping with the smacks, when I don't answer he lands another painful one. "Yes, yes, I sorry" I say, only then he pulled me up in his lap hugging me, good-bye bratty life.

Her primary concern right now is to help Bran shift into his human form. ‘Stop thinking too much! Just read the diary. Maybe it will have more clues.’ Reading through the diary made her see things she had never noticed as a child. Like, how did they never see that the grownups had powerful abilities? ‘Fine.’ Elizabeth gave us a temporary solution for our growing problem. One she said she used for herself and Patrick, so she knew it would work, and was safe for the kids. There was a tea she would brew and include in Patrick’s meals to suppress his wolf from taking over and tamp down hers from shifting too often.

Chapter 10- A Gift “Beta Brett felt that she would be strong when she turned 18. He wanted to be sure if he was correct or not. She is strong, stronger than any werewolf that I have seen. We think she is mated to one of the other Were species.” “That is impossible to know.” Mom squeaks. “Maybe, but the strength and temper she has gotten in a short period point to it. Listen, I am not trying to start an argument. I want you to know that I will be outside of the territory watching to make sure she is ok, those are my orders, and I must see them through. If she is in danger, I will cross the boundary.” His honesty resonates deep within me, sparking a caring feeling for him. “Would you like to s