youngpolitedominant, Author at NSFW story

Wax for the Brat [MDom][Teasing][Public][Pain][Humiliation]

“I hope you’re ready for a special night. Get all *my* holes ready for me.”

“Yea. Yea,” she texted back, tacking on an eye roll emoji for good measure. As my first post-COVID business trip dragged on, Layla’s brattiness strengthened. “Not sure my holes will remember you, you’ve been gone so long!”

“Is that so?” I replied, already formulating my plan for my return.

I missed her and she, me. But distance is a brat’s great source of strength, emboldening their will.

But Daddy’s coming home.

“I’ll pick you up on my way home from the airport. Wear a nice dress and heels. I’ve got a lovely evening planned for us,” I texted from the airport lounge, as I whipped out my laptop to sculpt the evening with a flurry of scheduling.

“Oh Ok Daddy, I’ll just have to cancel all my other dates!”

She’s *soo* funny.

Yet she complied, opening the door in a flattering, low cut red dress and matching heels, jumping into my arms to greet me.

My arms wrapped around her, sliding under her ass and feeling no panties underneath. My favorite. Such a good girl. Read more »

In which a woman twice my age from the bar took my creampie and called me Daddy. [MF]

A few months into my first job after college graduation, I was on a trip for work with some colleagues that had me traveling to a new city for the first time.

I love going out to explore, so my coworkers and I went out to a seemingly popular bar with a pretty big dance floor.

That’s where I spotted Cathy–a much older (I was 21) woman who I found incredibly attractive. She had a tan, petite body–thin, toned arms stood out to be in the black low cut top she wore that also shopped just a tad of her midriff (tight, low-cut jeans also enabled this). She had long, fake blond hair, larger-than-you’d-expect breasts and a pretty smile. She was wearing heels, but was still quite short.

I learned, even before then, a huge secret of bars/clubs: The gorgeous girl/woman dancing without a man in the middle of the dancefloor? She actually *appreciates* a man approaching her. At least in most cases.

Why? Because it takes balls to approach her. And most guys won’t do it. If she turns you down, *everyone* can see it. But it’s a huge opportunity, if you believe in yourself. Read more »

[MF] A college girl’s first real spanking

The *Fifty Shades* era was a great time to a kinky guy on a college campus.

Suddenly, it became fashionable for prissy, well-kept, status-obsessed little co-eds to claim nonchalantly *”Oh, I’ve done that…*” with regards to things in the movie, when they most likely hadn’t.

But it stirred a curiosity and thrust BDSM into the mainstream, even if it wasn’t the most accurate representation of the lifestyle. Ergo, I stood to benefit.

Around this time, I became involved with a fellow student named Vanessa.

From a well-off Jewish family, Vanessa commuted her first year, mostly because her parents were overbearing. But she didn’t mind her mom still doing her laundry, taking her on shopping trips, and displaying other behavior that suggested she was prepared to helicopter over Vanessa throughout her entire young adult life.

Vanessa moved onto campus after her freshman year, but she was still rather spoiled–her family brought food to her dorm on most weekends she didn’t go home. And she somehow finagled about half of her roommate’s closet space for her own sprawling collection. Read more »

The Breeding of Another Man’s Wife [MF] [Daddy] [Breeding] [D/s]

You stand naked, in heels, your arms pressed high up against the wall.

Really, I use my own hands to pin them there, as I use my other free hand to reach around and fondle your heavy, milky breasts as my cock presses against your ass.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to breed your little pussy,” I growl in your ear.

I notice the ring on your finger and think how lucky I am–breeding another man’s wife while he’s gone for the day. Knowing that when he comes home, his wife’s slit will be leaking my potent, young seed.

You whimper, panting–unable to offer much in the way of words. You feel my chest press against your back, as my hand starts to pinch your nipples.

“These are the most perfect nipples I’ve ever pinched,” I tell you, grinning.

You’re not used to this sort of passion. It makes your pulse race. Your husband certainly doesn’t. I release your hands from my grip, and with my now free hand, slap your ass. Just to remind you who is in charge. Now, both hands are sliding down the side of your ribs, to your hips. Read more »

A Spanking Is a Work of Art [MF] [Mdom] [SM]

I never neglect the build up.

The slow, methodical pulling down of her panties so they’re nicely resting around her ankles and her bare bottom rests nervously across my lap.

I watch her shift weigh side to side. Turning her head to try to look up at me, wondering when the first blow is coming.

I’ll caress her bottom. Feel the softness of her tender flesh. Disarm her with my gentle touch. She usually exhales. Letting her guard down. Un-clenching her ass cheeks.

I let my left hand wander up her spine. Usually to the back of her back. It’s such a vulnerable position to be in, I imagine. A brat’s holes fully accessible by my right hand; my left hand able to grab her neck. Whether she wants to breathe or be bred, my hands could control her most primal urges.

The first smack is always the most jarring. The serene, peaceful bliss of my hands caressing her bottom and back ends with a loud smack. I’m a marksman with a bottom over my lap–my calloused right hand always hits the sit spot, right across the crack. Inches from her cunt. Read more »