Many thanks to user gfdprincess, who inspired this post with her really fabulous question about how to respond to a brat saying ‘make me’. It turned out rather wholesome, all thoughts considered.
I also realize I made some assumptions here, that everybody is capable of holding a remote control for the tv up with their boobs. For SCIENCE I probably need more people to try it.
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“Make me”
He glanced to the other end of the couch, where she sat ignoring him studiously while scrolling on her phone. A moment ago he’d asked her to pass him the remote.
There was a hint of a smirk on her face as he slowly reached across the couch to pluck the phone from her hands and place it on the arm of the couch beside her. Then, in one smooth motion he’d caught her behind the head and pulled her over onto his lap, facedown.
She squealed in protest, but not really, only wriggling a bit to better centre herself. With one hand he pinned her upper back against his thigh, and with the other he yanked down her sweatpants and panties.
The first smack of his hand caught her left buttcheek, and then the right. He continued in this way, alternating between them until both cheeks were red and warm under his hand.
He roughly massaged her buttocks, squeezing and kneading.
“Somebody needs attention?” He asked, punctuating his question with a hard slap. Under his hand he could feel her wriggle her butt back towards him, and he pinched her teasingly which evoked a small yelp.
He ran his fingers over her lower back, tracing the soft crease between her buttocks down, dipping his fingers into the soft folds of her vulva. This was warm too, unbelievably warm and wet.
He chuckled, sweeping his knuckles over the hard nub of her clit, teasing his fingers inside her. Then he withdrew, and smacked her hard across her upper thighs.
“Undress” he growled into her ear, and now she didn’t disobey. She shimmied off his lap and soon stood in front of him completely naked. She was so very obviously honey, obviously ready. Her cheeks were flushed and for a moment he just enjoyed touching her, running his hands over her body, teasing her.
“Do you want me to make you cum?” He asked. She nodded, biting her lip.
“Then go get the remote for me”
She started to step towards the other end of the couch but he stopped her, tugging gently on her arm. “Tsk. You know better.”
She looked at him, a small note of defiance flickering across her face. Then in an instant it was gone, as she weighed being denied an orgasm, and possibly angering him, to what was being asked of her.
Begrudgingly she fell to her knees, crawling slowly across the floor to the side table where the remote lay. She hesitated for a moment, but he was pleased when she leaned forward and gripped the remote in her teeth. Not an easy feat, as the remote was rather unwieldy and girthy.
She crawled back to him and placed the remote in his lap, remaining on her knees.
“Good” he whispered, stroking her hair. He picked up the remote and looked at it for a moment. Then, he positioned it between her breasts and had her hold her boobs together using only her upper arms.
“Keep your hands on your legs” he instructed her, pulling her upward so she was standing up, legs spread shoulder width apart and leaning forward with her hands braces on her upper thighs. The pressure of keeping her upper arms engaged caused her breasts to squish together, trapping the remote between them.
He admired her for a moment, absently pinching and tugging on a proffered nipple. She squirmed but the remote didn’t drop.
He tenderly suckled one nipple, his hands free to roam her backside and butt. Her breathing was ragged, but she didn’t move, focusing on offering up her breasts to his cruel teeth and tongue as he moved between them, enjoying her small gasps and the way she trembled.
His fingers now tracked back between her legs, and she groaned, grinding herself against his hand as much as she could.
He leaned back into the couch, releasing his own throbbing cock from his pants and pulled her back onto his lap, straddling him. The remote was caught before it could fall to the ground, and then he was burying himself inside her eager body.
He guided her, grasping her hips and forcing her to ride him in long smooth strokes, enjoying the feeling of almost slipping out before pulling her back down tightly against him.
Her arms were around his neck and she was begging softly. Please, please please….
“Please what?” He let one hand drift between their bodies, finding her clit engorged and sensitive. He ran the pad of his thumb over it, feeling her immediate response as if she’d been hit by lightening.
“Please” she begged “I need to cum”
“Mm.” He pressed harder with his thumb and she gyrated her hips against him. “My show starts in two minutes. Think you can come before that?”
She nodded, and the tempo of her riding increased.
Two minutes was more than enough.
Her orgasm came hard and fast, and it was enough to trigger his own need for release. He came inside her, gripping her body tightly to himself. They stayed connected like that for a long moment, her lips nuzzled against his neck, straddling him with his arms locked behind her back.
“Isn’t your show starting?” She finally asked.
“Baby. We don’t have cable. It starts when I hit play”
He felt a giggle ripple through her body as he reached for the remote.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/11w74te/make_me_mf_30s_brat_spanking_sex