Submissive Brat Novels & Stories

'What the fuck?' I am dragged from my lethargic state and shaken like a dog, then I am tossed onto the bed like a rag doll. 'Who the hell does this neanderthal think he is?' I react instinctively, slapping his face hard, but it makes no difference; he does not even blink, sneering at me, he tells me he expected more of a fight from the Bratve Principessa and that he did not think it would be this easy to 'break me.'

"Look at you, taking your punishment so beautifully." The praise makes me whimper. I want to be beautiful for him, want to be everything he needs. The realization should scare me— this desperate desire to please a man I barely know, to submit to his will so completely. Instead, it just makes me wetter. The fifth strike comes harder, and I arch like a bow beneath him. The sting is exquisite, perfect, pushing me toward something I don't understand but desperately need. "Five!" My voice breaks on the word.

Different from the other girls. “You don’t seem like the rest of the submissives here,” I blurted. “That’s because I’m not.” She grinned, wicked and proud. “I’m what they call a brat. I poke the bear on purpose. I like being put in my place.” “First night here?” “First night in New York, actually. Moved from L.A. Still shopping for the right Dom.” Samy jogged up, eyes wide. “Ju, there you are! I was getting worried—”

He lets out a sarcastic laugh and spreads my thighs wide to position himself. - No... please... - Hush... don't waste your strength, you'll need it to satisfy me. - I don't want to satisfy you, go see the other one, I don't want you to touch me, I hate you so much. - And I love seeing you submissive and offered to me. You are mine and forever.

"You're submissive." Dante's footsteps halted, Nate hearing a long exhale from him. "Now that," he glanced over his shoulder with a smirk, "I am." He returned his gaze to the front door and shrugged his shoulders, lifting his hands as well, "I thought you'd be able to satisfy me after you screamed at me today and I adored when you threatened to kill me." He began walking forward again, "But you're useless to me. And you have to pay your debt for threatening to take my life, so—"

"I'm sorry I'm being a brat. Now that we are finally doing this, I'm going back and forth between being nervous and scared. Even though I shouldn't be either. I trust you with my body, Brandt. I know you're going to make me feel good." "No, Honey, you're not a brat. Brats enjoy tormenting their masters. Their masters, in turn, like to punish bratty behavior." "Are you saying that is a kink?" BDSM has so many facets. He nodded. "You are just a baby submissive with lots of questions. You'll settle into the roll. Just wait and see."

Neal snatched Mom's phone and watched the video with relish. Then, he turned to the paparazzi with a smile. "I'm sorry that you guys had to see my fetish." He slowly got to his knees before me and said, "Please slap me, darling." I hesitated, unable to bring myself to do it. He held my hand and lightly patted his face with it. "Thanks, darling." Everyone was stunned. They thought this was just regular family drama, but it turned out to be a huge scoop. The CEO of Gray Corporation was into sadomasochism—what was that, if not big news?

when Mela speak she Brittany stop her and put her hands on her friend mela's mouth,. "Jeez Mela shut up gosh" Brittany was being irritated when someone says that she's submissive, like the hell she didn't have a choice. "I was in a mission here you know I hate being the submissive one I love to being the dominant, you know me to well but damn because of this damn Mission I don't have a fcking choice" Brittany sigh she want to dominant even with others, the higher ups on there organization even respectful to her she's like a princess in there organization but on her new mission she's been the submissive one and the worst she's a Slave, there director knows this and the director knows to that

She plans to put this act until he distance himself away from her. I mean who wants to have a bratty wife? No one does. At least that's what she thinks, that's what she saw in her previous film projects. Men hates it when they come across gold diggers most likely spoiled brats. They hate it when their money is used in mindless shopping. "You shouldn't be stubborn, young signorina. Damien will get upset and he will—" Her brow raise challenging her. "Punish me like a kid? Oh please he's too old for that thing. He's not my parent."

Dress and go greet our guests with me up at the villas. "A brat is a type of person in the kink community who pushes her dom until he punishes her. There is the fun type of punishment, like the ones you want. Then there is the less fun type of punishment, like being ignored. Continue on this path and we will give you the latter." Ciaran mused. Alvara looked between us. Narrowed her eyes into slits as she took us in. "You think I am a brat?" She whispered. Ciaran uncrossed his arms. Softened his gaze.