Just a little mess. [D/s] [M/f] [brat] [anal] [spanking]

“Hmph” you let out quietly as you walk in front of the TV I’m watching for the third time in the past 10 minutes. You plop down next to me and take the pillow I had in my lap for yourself. 

“So we’re in a mood today, are we?” I think to myself. It’s an early Saturday afternoon, and we don’t have anything on the agenda, just a nice, lazy Saturday. Or at least it was.

You’re 4 days into your period and your normal bratty self is amplified in a way you get sometimes when it’s that time of the month– untouched for a few days. You’re frustrated, bothered, wanting touched, and not wanting touched. You don’t even know how to express what you want, but I know.

I am not above a little messy indulging, and there are other holes that can be filled. Besides, I am always intrigued when you get like this once in awhile. It’s like you don’t know what you want, as if sex isn’t even an option that can cross your mind because of what’s going on down there. It’s all so interesting to me– how obvious it is, but how unaware you seem.

Your normal bratty antics are so deliberate. Calculated, even. These little huffs and dramatics and frustrations at literally nothing at all are nothing of the same sort– Though still bratty. I’ll give you what you need, even though you don’t realize what that is yet. What your body wants so badly right now; your mind can’t even think of it since anything coming near those normally soft pink pussy walls while they’re red is not an option it can conjure up. But your body knows.

You’re such a stunning mess. I get up from the couch and go lay a thick black comforter over the bed. You holler from the living room, “Where’d you go?” 

I don’t answer. You saw where I went. Brat.

I come back to my spot on the couch, you stay on your end curled up leaning against the arm of the opposite end. A whole cushion between us, until you slide a leg out from under you and begin tapping your foot against me. You’re trying to get under my skin; you’re bored and bothered in an unfamiliar way. On the twelfth tap I tell you to stop.

Normally your lip would curl ever so slightly into a smile, revealing you’re on purpose brattiness. But not today. Your brow furrows and you pout. Crossing your arms and shoving me roughly one last time before pulling your leg back to you.

“Oh I will help you out of this, princess,” I think to myself. I stand and face you. “Get up,” I say, and walk to the bedroom. You aren’t sure what to say or do. You do nothing.

“Come here,” my voice commands from the bedroom, more stern.

I hear your feet hit the hardwood, padding over until you’re standing at the doorway in your little cotton sleep shorts and t-shirt.

“On the bed,” I say matter-of-factly, nodding at it.

Looking from the bed to me, “But I’m on my…” — “On the bed,” I repeat cutting you off. “Now.” 

You comply, looking ashamed, your head down; a whole new headspace setting in. 

I walk over to you and cup your right cheek in my hand. You lean into it. “I’m going to give you what you need,” I say calmly, running my thumb over your lower lip. “Okay, princess?” 

You nod into my hand, not making eye contact. 

“On all fours,” I command. You comply. “See?,” I say, “Such a good girl. Now on your elbows, not your wrists.” You lower your upper body so just your ass is in the air. 

Oh, how I love your ass; so firm yet so soft. So perfectly round. I softly rub my hand over your toned ass cheeks for a minute, warming you up while selfishly taking you in. I pull your little shorts down letting them fall where your knees meet the bedspread. You’ve got on the cutest cheeky panties– they’ve got little clouds and rainbows all over them. So different from the silky, lacy thongs I’m so used to seeing barely adorn your ass.

“These are cute,” I smirk, pulling the elastic on the side on your left cheek so it snaps backs at your skin. “How come I’ve never seen these adorable things before?” 

You turn to look at me, blushing lightly. You’re embarrassed and reminded of your monthly predicament. The reason you’re wearing the comfy panties you didn’t have intentions of me seeing. “Well, I…” You start defensively. “Shhhh,’ I stop you; “Start counting,” I say as the first handprint marks the girly pattern across your backside.

“One!,” You yelp stunned. I vary my strikes so you aren’t sure what to expect. At your pitiful “seventeen,” I peel them from your warm, reddened skin; slipping them down to meet your shorts. 

You start squirming at the new vulnerability. Embarrassment setting back in, not from being naked from the waist down, but because you know I see the little white sting hanging there between your exposed lips. 

I run my hands over your ass again, admiring the marks and red flush all over it. “Stay still,” I say, walking over and grabbing a small bottle of lube from the nightstand. The bottle has a small nozzle, perfect for one time use. You crane your neck to see what I’m doing; “Uh uh,” I tsk, “I said, ‘Be still'”. I grab an eye mask, too. I know you’ll feel less embarrassed when you can’t see. 

I put it over your eyes and go back to my lovely post behind you. “Are you gonna behave?,” I ask. You nod quickly, timidly. “Tell me,” I command, digging my fingers into your cheeks roughly.

“I’ll be–” –your voice trails octaves higher as I plunge the thin nozzle into your ass–“haaaave”, you finish exclaiming loudly as I start to drain the bottle into your ass. 

“Of course you will,” I say calmly, withdrawing the tip of the bottle from your hole and emptying the last of it there. 

I place my index finger up against your backdoor. You’re absolutely quivering. 

“You want this. Don’t you, babygirl?” I whisper near your ear as I press against you, not entering yet.

You nod meekly. “Use your words,” I snap, pressing harder. “Y-yes, oh please,” you gulp as I poke my lunricated finger into you slowly.

An absent-minded “Mmmmmm” escapes your lips as I get to work stretching you out. I can feel the small mass of the tampon on the underside wall. I stroke down against it before pushing deeper into you. You moan loudly, not so shy now.

I bend my finger, further stretching you out. It’ll be awhile until I can fit inside you. We’ve got all the time in the world. 

“You’ve been awful all morning,” I say unapologetically as I fit my middle finger in alongside my index finger. 

You whimper, but take it like a champ. “Haven’t you?,” I say pushing them hard into you. “Yesss–ssssir,” you breathily stutter. 

“Storming up the house,” I say, pulling them out. “Frenzied,” pushing them in again. “Frustrated,” pulling them nearly out of your slowly widening asshole. 

You’re clawing into the covers and moaning with each movement inside you.

“You need this,” I say stretching my fingers slowly into a V inside you.

You writhe beneath me, moaning a mindless “mmhhmmm”. Your body’s punishment for an empty womb betrayed by the primal need to still be bred. 

I stretch you out slowly, teasingly. Taking my time, until the twitching in my cock is almost unbearable.

I plunge my fingers in deep before abruptly pulling them out completely. Your whimper at the emptiness almost immediately replaced by an “Ahhhh”ing wince as the pressure of my cock against you wins out against your hole. 

I go slow, letting your tight hole adjust to the new thickness inside you. Inching my way in as you pant between little sharp noises. I’m reveling at the pain and pleasure I’m putting you in. 

Once I’m fully filling you, I pause letting you get used to the new fullness and depth while I savor the impossibly tight, wet hole I’ve sunken into. Letting your mind sink into it’s own dark hole.

Once I feel you relax around me, I begin. Thrusting long and deep into you, nearly withdrawing before diving fully back in. The onslaught continues a few minutes before slowing down. I remind myself we’ve got all day.

I pull out, watching your glistening hole shrink back down before pushing my glans back into you. Again and again and again I watch you open up and suction closed around me, dipping the head of my cock into you; leaving a small black hole to quickly become a fleshy star. I return to the nightside abruptly.

“Mmm come back,” your plead dripping with desperation, I can’t help but smile. I grab a medium-sized plug. A steel bulb, cold and heavy. I drizzle lube over it, coating it in a shiny dew, and come back over.

I trail the icy plug upwards between your crack, until the cold metal ends up against your hole. You gasp at the biting cold on your warm asshole. “You ready?,” I say twisting it against your ass. You push back against it ever so slightly as your response. The unyielding metal stretches you so wide at it’s diameter. I insert it painstakingly slow; watching your hole swallow the bulb, leaving just the small metal loop outside of you. 

Once in, I give it a rough tug; it hardly moves. You moan as I lazily swirl it around within you. I keep my left hand on the tail of the plug, moving it slightly so the different widths around the tapered bulb stretch against new angles inside you.

My right hand drifts passed the string in your cunt; gliding between your slick lips up to your clit. The tampon totally useless; too slick with your wetness to absorb anymore anything. I can see you’re glistening, not bloody, just drenched in your own lubrication.

The body knows what it wants, even if your mind couldn’t put a finger on it. I can, and I do; you jump the second my finger lands on your swollen bundle of nerves. Your inflated clit is a slippery little bead begging for relief.

“Mm relax,” I whisper. I draw small circles around the little sensitive button, careful not to actually touch it directly again just yet. It takes nothing to make you come this way. Wet, swollen, needy. So, so needy.

I dance little circles around it, for a minute until your breath hitches and you start to buck against my hand, trying so to get that contact that is mere millimeters from your clit onto it. “Yeah?,” I ask rhetorically. “Pleeeease?,” you cry out. 

I rub against it, not letting go. It takes about 4 seconds and your entire body begins to shutter. Every muscle clenching hard and spasming. Your ass bearing down hard on the mass inside it. 

I don’t stop, despite the discomfort that the tail-end of your hard orgasm is now becoming. The sheer overload both your overly sensitive button and you are now experiencing. 

“No, no, noo,” you panic, shaking your head, unable to get away from the overstimulation. You come again quickly about 40 seconds later. We could do this for hours, and we have many times– Counting how many orgasms you can have no matter how many times you cry out pitifully that you “can’t anymore!”, just before coming (once again), dazed with limbs shakey and a tender clit. How you love and hate those nights. Mmm… I just love it.

But we won’t do that today. My cock feels as hard the plug in your ass, and the throbbing is becoming a drum beat in my head that I can’t ignore any longer. I need relief, and you do too. I leave your clit alone, sliding my fingers down between your lips. They find the soaked string and tug it out easily. You are so, so wet. Warm, slick, so inviting. 

It isn’t the mess most men think it’ll be. I line up behind you and dip the tip of my cock into your warm pussy. You are incredibly tight, that metal plug on the other side of your pussy wall has no give. With it there, your pussy feels even tighter than your ass did. A glorious tightness griping me. Each throb and twitch of my cock is amplified in the vacuum of you.

I thrust into you roughly, my hands dig into your hips. This isn’t just about you anymore. “Play,” I command. You shift slightly to free an arm from beneath you and you start playing with your clit. It won’t take long for either of us now.

I feel your muscles tighten more frequently and with how tight you are I know you feel each twitch and jerk as I get closer, too. You come hard, clenching around me. It’s unbelievable that you could make the tightness any more exquisite. I start spurting rope after rope into you, pulling out only when I’m through painting over your red womb with white.

Hardly any mess is made– besides you. You’re a heaping mess, mouth open and drooling slightly, ass in the air. I’m jealous of your lower lip, the little drop of saliva there. I normally fill that hole this time of month; feeling those lips and their wetness instead. Maybe we’ll do that later.

I pull on the plug, wondering if I should leave it in for later. I decide it’ll be more fun to start over. You wince a little and your asshole stretches again as it tries to release the steel bulb. It takes the better part of a minute to remove fully, gingerly. 

I admire the black gaping hole it leaves behind for a half second when it pops over the widest part and the rest comes easier.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” I say, pulling you backwards from the bed til you’re standing on the floor, your back against me.

We shower before heading back to the couch. You in a sleepy, happy haze. You lay next to me as I put Netflix on. Content and delirious; no longer frustrated beyond your words– Your mind and body now quieted. No longer bratty, but we’ll see how long it lasts.

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