BDSMing the Brat: ** 20 Book ** Taboo BDSM MEGA BUNDLE

by Sarah Sethline

  "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."

  I thanked Dave for his wonderful help, then got into the car and drove to the grocery store like he'd mentioned. Into my cart went a double pack of Johnson's, a '97 bottle of wine, and a few boxes of pasta.

  Back at home later that afternoon, I hurriedly stuffed Lucy's baby gear into a lone drawer, except for her outfits, which I laid neatly on my bed. I then went into the kitchen and started supper.

  Lucy walked in a short time later, letting herself in with the key I'd provided.

  "I'm here, Mommy," she called out.

  "Yum, something smells good!"

  "I need you to get dressed for dinner, little girl. Go into your room and see what Mommy got you to wear. You'll find two things in there," I said as I stirred a pot of sauce.

  "You can choose between the two."

  "Oh goodie!!" squealed Lucy, who raced off into my room.

  She returned a few minutes later, decked to the nines in the prettiest, frilliest pink.

  "Oh Mommy, I love it! Love it, love it, love it!!" she chirped, grinning from ear to ear.

  "You look too cute for words," I said beaming.

  "Now let's eat!"

  I led Lucy by the hand to her chair, my eyes practically glued to her ass in her dress the whole way there.

  I put Lucy's plate of spaghetti in front of her, then realized what an idiot I was for serving such a thing.

  "I can't have you getting your pretty dress dirty," I warned.

  "Do you think you can wear a bib for Mommy?"

  Lucy nodded firmly, just as adamant about keeping her new outfit mess-free. She playfully bobbed from side to side as I secured a makeshift bib out of a couple of napkins around her neck.

  She really was my girl now.

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  All throughout dinner, I insisted Lucy wash down her meal with as much liquid as possible. I was beyond eager to test out those new diapers of hers, after all!

  After we'd finished eating, I let Lucy scribble on some paper with a few different pens while I cleaned up. I made sure to run the water from the sink in torrents, hoping to get her flowing.

  Showing no signs of needing to pee just yet, I settled onto the couch with her and started a movie. It was a real side-splitter, one that would cause anybody to pee their pants from laughing.

  Sure enough, about 20 minutes into the film, I noticed a small wet spot had started to form under Lucy's seat.

  "Lucy!! Did you pee your pants -- again?" I exclaimed, trying my damnedest to feign anger.

  I watched as her lower lip began to tremble.

  She gave a big sigh.

  "Yes, Mommy. The movie is just too funny -- it all went whoosh."

  "I can't have you peeing yourself wherever it's convenient!" I scolded.

  Lucy hung her head in shame before looking up at me nervously.

  "Do you-- do you need to spank me?" she asked, sounding half horrified, half hopeful.

  "Yes I need to spank you!" I said firmly, my pussy readying itself at the thought.

  "And after I do, I'm going to ensure that you never wet your pants again."

  Lucy scanned my face with utter confusion, but this was no time for questions. She'd find out soon enough.

  I lifted her onto my knee, pee-soaked and all, my greedy hands lowering her ruffled panties in no time flat. Slap, slap, slap went my palm as I made contact with her wet little bottom. Lucy was practically bawling, but I was in heaven.

  With her panties still lowered, I carried her into the bedroom. I placed her on the bed and told her to stay put. I rummaged through my spare drawer, retrieving the baby powder, a few wipes, and one of the diapers I'd purchased earlier. I set these things on the ground and proceeded to pull off Lucy's soaked panties.

  Once they were off, I smoothed a wipe over her pussy, ass and legs -- this time no funny business. I wanted to see Lucy in her diaper more than anything in that moment.

  Lucy half sat up, her eyes widening seeing me go for the lotion and the powder.

  "Mommy, what are you--"

  "Hush!" I said.

  "Now, you've tried to claim that you're a big girl, but all of this pants-wetting proves you are really a big baby. Therefore, I've decided to treat you as one. For the next month, while you are staying in this house, you will wear a diaper at all times. You can wet yourself as much as you'd like then, and I won't spank you for doing so. After the month is up, I'll give you your big girl panties back on a trial basis. If you end up wetting yourself again, back into diapers you'll go, next time for even longer."

  Lucy moaned and squirmed, unsure of what she thought about the whole thing.

  "Do you understand, Baby?" I asked.

  "I'm not a baby, I'm a BIG girl!" screamed Lucy, who began to flail around the bed in defiance.

  SWAT!

  I lifted that little girl's legs and gave her a good smack.

  "Oh, oh... you're right, Mommy -- I'm sorry," she cooed.

  "Good, I'm glad you understand," I said before proceeding to squirt a generous load of lotion into my hand. I began to rub Lucy's pussy all over, getting her good and moist and primed for a powdering.

  As I stroked her clit and massaged her pussy lips, Lucy settled onto the bed in ecstasy, allowing herself to be overtaken by my advances. As I rubbed her far and wide with one hand, meanwhile my other was fiddling with her diaper, getting it ready. I stopped kneading Lucy's dripping pussy and slipped the diaper underneath her, then picked up her powder and went in for the kill.

  "Ohhh, that feels sooo nice," said Lucy as I covered her pussy with a generous blanket of white dust. I then fastened the diaper firm against her hips, a little thrill shooting through me as I secured each locking pin.

  What a cute little baby she made.

  Seeing her lying there, completely submissive before me, was getting me more revved than I'd ever been before. I began to grind my pussy against Lucy's diapered one, incredibly turned on by the look and the feel.

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  Lucy kept her promise and remained in diapers for one full month. When she was finally given the chance to sport big girl panties again, of course she blew it on the first day, peeing herself silly within a few hours.

  Not that I minded.

  As much as I loved having Lucy in diapers, I missed punishing her when she wasn't...

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  Keeping the Brat in Line

  DESCRIPTION: The brat of the house is acting out, again. Her stepdaddy has had it up to here with her defiant attitude and look-at-my-tits sense of entitlement. And so, one night after she comes in WAY past curfew, the *man of the house* decides the only way to he can tame the brat is to take her HARD, RAW and BAREBACK… and if she happens to get pregnant from it, she can consider it a lesson doubly learned!

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  Life couldn't get much shittier for Joe Quarters.

  At least, that's what he thought as he downed his sixth beer of the night, eyes glazed over staring at the TV. It was Friday-fucking-night, for Christ's sake, and here he was sitting around like a loser -- nothing and no one to do. He felt bitter and angry and restless and resentful. His wife, Peggy, was away on a shopping trip with a few girlfriends, which meant Joe had no one to fuck for at least three days.

  To top it all off, her daughter, Alana, was out past curfew, and he was supposed to be watching that fucking brat. Why his stepdaughter still needed "looking after" at 18 was beyond him; he could have been out with his buddies right now, enjoying the game or a nice pair of tits at the local gentlemen's club…

  It's not like this was the first time he'd been left to look after the brat, either. His wife regularly went away on these shopping trips -- spending HIS money to do so, by the way -- but she was the best lay he could expect to receive at his age, so he couldn't really complain too much.

  Alana was a different matter. His stepdaughter should have been back hours ago; he wasn't worried, just annoyed. How
dare this little bitch waste his entire evening. Unlike every other teenager on the planet, he couldn't even call her to check in, as Alana made a point to turn OFF her cell phone whenever she went out.

  Just so she could piss off her dad.

  There were RULES in this house, rules that the two women in Joe's life were completely content with breaking. If you're going to spend an extra $100 on shoes, Peggy, well that'll cost you an extra blowjob. And if you plan to stay out past curfew, you'd better make damn sure you let your daddy know, Alana.

  He used to have better control over them. He used to be the MAN OF THE HOUSE. But as in most relationships, over time the parties involved grow accustomed to the situation they're in and start to push back.

  Especially his daughter. Joe used to be able to settle most of her outbursts with a firm smack across her ass, but ever since she'd developed tits, it's like she'd also developed a sense of entitlement. Now nothing seemed to work in order to get her to listen.

  Joe reached to start his next six-pack. What in the hell had he ever done to lose his family's respect?

  Jack shit, that's what. He'd worked hard at his dead-end job to provide for them, taking over for his wife's last loser-of-a-man without complaint. Never once had he said no to Peggy's ridiculous shopping trips, and he was even seeing the brat through her dumb beauty school starting fall semester.

  A pair of ungrateful bitches, the lot of them.

  Joe's drunken mind was beginning to wander to dark places.

  What if his wife was lying about these "shopping" trips? What if she was really using them as an excuse to fuck other men?!

  And Alana -- that brat. She had to be fucking the whole town, staying out as late as she did. Not that he could blame her… his daughter had a nice, perky pair of tits on her and a tight little ass to boot.

  In fact, thinking about them was starting to get Joe really horny.

  "God damn brat," muttered Joe under his breath as his cock strained against his jeans.

  He took one last swig of his beer before slamming it down in frustration. If this is the kind of evenings he was doomed to have, then the least he could do was get off. Even though it should have been his wife there, fucking him, he'd have to settle for what he referred to as "the old reliables".

  He stood up from his worn leather chair and stumbled over to the closet where he kept his "stash". A kind of "break in case of emergency" variety of porn. He could hear the weather outside starting to turn for the worse as he fumbled through a big brown box for something good. He wasn't of soundest mind to determine which film he'd prefer over the others; he basically stopped rummaging as soon as he spotted the cover with the biggest tits.

  Once he was satisfied with his selection, he stumbled back into the living room and assumed the position - the position to beat off. He lazily unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiff cock, not fully into the prospect of having to get off by his own hand. He would have much rather preferred to pound into a nice, hot, tight pussy, but alas, none could be found.

  Yet.

  He started to perk up once he realized he hadn't seen this particular "film" in years. It was one of his favorites, but somehow had gotten lost in the mountain of adult-related content he kept locked away.

  The chicks in this porno were as close to perfect as it could get; hot and horny and so enthusiastic. The one in particular kind of looked like Alana, Joe noticed -- not that it would stop him from beating off…

  The best thing about porno girls is they know how to SUBMIT, he mused.

  And if they start to talk back, all you need to do is shove a cock in their mouth.

  Man, how he would give anything to be in a position of POWER like that. To have a fresh-faced slut gagging on his prick, then bent over and begging for more. But that was just a fantasy, right? Real girls didn't act like that… Although if they wanted to keep their men, they really should, thought Joe.

  Joe didn't own any of the porn that tried to have a plot -- all of that nonsense was cheesy and ridiculous and a big waste of time. He was all about the rough and raw ones; the more explicit, the better. The ones where men ruled the roost and women we're just thankful to be in the presence of these… cocks.

  Joe was a good fifty percent of the way to blast-off, one hand on his cock and the other on his beer, when he heard a distinct clap in the driveway. It wasn't a clap of thunder from the storm that had recently rolled in; no, this was the sound of a door being shut.

  The door to a car that carried his daughter.

  Joe angrily pulled this hard, thick member back into his jeans, ready to give that brat a piece of his mind for not only ruining his night, but also his jack-off session. He didn't even pay her the courtesy of switching off his porno as he got up and marched to the door.

  Let her be disgusted -- she deserved it.

  Lo and behold, there was Alana, doing her best to unlock the front door as quietly as possible.

  "Brat probably thought she could pull one over on me," muttered Joe, ready to jump all over her the second her fine ass walked through that door.

  "The FUCK have you been?!" he demanded as soon as his daughter had let herself in.

  Alana jolted in shock at her stepdad's sudden appearance, her otherwise sultry eyes bugging out in surprise. Honestly, she looked a little frightened, noticed Joe.

  GOOD.

  "Well, we uh, kind of got lost, see, and…"

  "Sounds like nothing but lies and excuses, little girl!" boomed her dad.

  As he studied her from head to toe, he quickly realized he could see straight through her rain-drenched white top. For a moment his cock stirred in his pants, excited by the spectacle of his daughter's rock hard nipples jutting through her flimsy, soaked shirt.

  And then, he smelled something.

  "You reek like a $2 whore. How much you have to drink?!" he demanded gruffly.

  "I could ask you… the same question," slurred Alana as she clumsily poked a finger into her father's chest.

  "Yeah, well, the difference is, I'm over 21 and you're not. I know how to handle my alcohol," replied Joe.

  Wait, why was he defending himself to this brat?

  "Sure you do," giggled Alana as she began to stumble clumsily towards her room.

  "Like you've never done anything stupid while drunk… done something you regretted, or fucked someone you shouldn't…"

  Alana's dad was boiling over with rage. The nerve of that brat, insinuating he couldn't control himself when he'd had one too many. God, how he wanted to go over there and fuck her until she shut up, just to teach her a lesson...

  "Go to your room!!!" he growled, the vein bulging in his forehead in grave risk of exploding, just like his cock.

  "I was already headed there, duh," giggled his daughter defiantly.

  Joe couldn't believe it. He couldn't fucking believe it.

  "Ohhhh no. Consider yourself DOUBLE grounded for getting smart with me, you little bitch!" he shouted after her.

  But Alana wasn't listening, as usual. She was laughing drunkenly all the way up the stairs, stumbling and pulling herself up with the handrail. And when she got to the top, she did something completely unexpected -- she pulled off her soaked top and flung it around above her head, giggling incessantly.

  "WHOO!" she cheered excitedly as she presented her damp tits to her daddy.

  Joe's mouth opened in shock, having never seen a sight so beautiful. It's a good thing Alana was drunk out of her mind, otherwise she would have most certainly noticed when his cock sprang to attention, pitching a tent big enough to accommodate the whole family.

  And just like that, they were gone. His daughter's hot, luscious tits were out of his line of vision just as quickly as they had come into it. She'd bumbled down the hall and into her room, slamming the door behind her.

  Joe's fists were clenched as hard as his erect cock. At least he could enjoy the rest of the night on his own terms, now that the brat was home "safe". He returned to the familiar comfort of his leathe
r chair, instinctively grabbing at his open beer and bringing it up to his lips.

  "Ff-- FUCK!" he sputtered upon realizing that it tasted fucking disgusting.

  "Shit's gone flat! All that time arguing with the brat… bitch must've made my beer go bad!"

  Didn't matter if it was true or not -- it was Alana's fault. Everything was her fault. He should really teach her a lesson, especially considering she'd been drinking underage…