These Kat, the Brat stories are inspired by a past submissive who is still a very, very dear friend…Cleona.

His hand came down on her upturned bottom with a resounding SMACK!!

And she giggled.

“Kat.” He warned her.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry…really…I am.” She promised and even arched her ass up a little better.

He began to spank her again and after the fifth swat he could she her shoulders shaking silently.

“What the hell?” He growled.

“No, no, no, no…it does sting and it is beginning to burn, Sir! It’s just…well…I’m happy.” Kat explained to him as if that made perfect sense.

He come home to his lovely and beautiful submissive to find out she’d overdrawn her checking account again. She was already in the tiny thong and barely-there crop top she was to wear when being punished. He’d had a long day but she needed it and obviously wanted it so he’d followed her upstairs and watched her lie on the bed.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he muttered. “Okay, I’m gonna need a little more context than that. I’m also going to sit down in my chair in the living room. Come down, bring the hairbrush, and explain this to me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Kat sobered quickly and blew him an air kiss. “I love you, Sir.”

He could help but grin. “I love you, too, my Kat, the Brat.”

“That’s me.” She grunted as she got up on all fours and crawled off the bed backwards.

For a moment, he gave serious consideration to saying screw the spanking and let’s screw her to the mattress right now. Her eyes over her shoulder showed she knew exactly what she was doing. Wisely, she didn’t say, “What?” Kat knew when to not poke the bear.

Jon trudged down the stairs and sighed again. Life with Kat was never boring. It was a given that kept his life entertaining and fun since they’d come together. Kat was positive they’d been soulmates in another life and Jon was very willing to concede the point. She just fit him so damned well.

The girl was kinkier than a mangled Slinky with a heart the size of…the universe? Oh, she did have a temper and she did act a brat sometimes but never when it truly counted. He’d seen her in action when defending him against others who thought him a dirty old man for having a young chick like her on a leash…sometimes literally.

Plunking down into his recliner, he closed his eyes and let himself relax. Damned if he didn’t chuckle at her sexy, little giggle. He was shaking his head when she entered the room. In one hand, she had the dreaded thick and wide hairbrush. In her other hand, she had a tall, cold drink for him. His favorite kind of carbonated caffeine.

“Here, Sir.” She handed him the brush first and then the drink. Without a thought or hesitation, she then took of her top and let her Georgia peaches wiggle for him as she knelt. “If you’ll put the feet up, Sir? I’ll rub while I explain before my spanking and padding, please?”

It sounded divine. He leaned back and the feet went up. Kat deftly took off his shoes and socks. She then did something he’d never realized he’d enjoy until the first time she’d done it. Kat hugged his bare foot between her breasts and squished them around his toes. It was relaxing and arousing at the same time.

Jon laid back his head, closed his eyes, and let his girl do her magic.

“So, Sir…I am sorry for giggling and ruining the naughty-naughty vibe but…I was just thinking as you spanked me that I was such a lucky girl. I…I can’t explain how much I love you and you’d just got home and were tired but did you complain? No.” She’d finished the squishy treatment on both feet and was now using her fingers and her thumb to dig deep into the bottom of his foot.

Jon gave off a soft moan of pleasure. He didn’t have to look to know what a wide smile Kat would be wearing to hear him show how good she felt to him.

“You took me right upstairs and were going to spank me just as I needed. It just…the whole thing…us, I mean, it just hit me and I giggled because it made me so happy to be yours and to get to be spanked by you when needed…” She cleared her throat. “And when I want it…or you do. It’s my dream life, Sir.”

He leaned up a little so he could watch her now. Her eyes watched him and the smile was still playing around her lips from pleasing him. “Now, I understand.” He told her.

She shrugged. “I wasn’t meaning it to be bratty, not this time.”

Kat did have a knack of knowing when to poke him a little until she earned a true bun-blistering. Afterwards, through the tears she would smile back at him from over his lap. “Don’t you feel better now, Sir?” She’d softly ask. Damn him, but he did! She had seen the cloud or angst or frustration on his mind or in his eyes. Kat did her job, so she claimed it, of giving him a little extra joy in tanning her fanny. He always took her out to dinner that night…somewhere she could stand while she ate.

“I get it, Kat. My Kitty.” He reached for her.

Kat quickly followed his cue and climbed on top of him. Her knees straddling his legs. Jon pulled her down and kissed her hard. She mewled softly into his mouth as she melted in his arms. Kat always gave as good as she got in kissing. She was the best kisser Jon had ever known. He let himself forget everything for a while as he enjoyed her and enjoyed her enjoying him.

He broke off to raise her up and she knew why. Kat made her breasts very available to him as he kissed, sucked, bite, and teased her nipples. Her eyes grew more and more fired up as he did this to her. He could see she was close to begging him to fuck her or for her to suck him. It was only her knowledge that a punishment was waiting that stopped her.

“Good girl.” He growled softly.

She shivered in his arms. “Thank you, Sir. I try.”

“No, you do. We need to take care of this though. Tomorrow, we’ll go down and merge our accounts. That should cover your overdraft then God help you if you overspend our money then.” He gave her hard look.

Kat was stunned and showed it. “A…merge…a joint account? You really mean it?”

“I do.” He nodded. “I’d ask you to marry me but you know I’m not the marrying kind.”

She shook her head. “I don’t need that.” She touched the pretty collar around her throat. “This means more than any wedding ring. This is forever, Jon Grey. My Sir…my master.” She smiled a little shyly at him. The whole master/slave discussion had just started between them recently. Kat was the one arguing to become slave and not just submissive. She was winning over his hesitations about it.

“Yes…and your master.” He told her.

Now, she softly growled as she pounced on him. It nearly knocked over the recliner as she showed him just how much she liked what he’d said. Kat knew all his good spots for nibbling and sucking around his neck and earlobes. She was hitting all of them with a passion.

Jon was a victim of a ravishing. She was ravishing him! He didn’t complain. For a moment, he could form words. Slowly, she let him loose. “Sorry, Sir.” She whispered as she slithered down his chest and paused above his crotch. Brat.

He let her keep going until she was kneeling on the carpet again. Waiting now. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her impatient to get the spanking done so the sex part could happen. God, he was a lucky man.

Pulling her up over his lap as he sat up, she gracefully went to her position she knew very well and loved. They both knew she did and she knew he loved doing it to her. Was she a masochist? Not exactly. She was more a woman who would gladly, gleefully, surrender herself to his sadist needs. Her whimpers, tears, and sobs were quite real but were also her gift to him to savor.

He began the spanking and gave a soft, long sigh as he again marveled how good her ass felt under his palm when he spanked her. Nearly every punishment or funishment started with a hand-spanking. She said she loved feeling his palm prints for an hour or more afterwards. His own branding ceremony of her as he marked her as his.

Jon didn’t hold back and tears started soon, followed by pitiful whimpers, she was close to the promising to be good stage when he slowed and switched to the hairbrush. He didn’t hold back here either. She’d be disappointed if he did. She’d be sleeping on her stomach tonight and squirming like hell as she sat next to him at the bank tomorrow. She’d take it though and wouldn’t care if someone figured it out. Hell, she might tell the teller what had happened to her with pride. She wasn’t a bit ashamed of who and what she was or who and what he was for her.

She howled a bit now as he concentrated on her sit-spots and upper thighs. He was careful to not go too far down so she could still wear one of those very, very short skirts to dinner. The kind of skirt where if she bent over that was it. She’d have to be careful tonight because there was no way he’d let her wear any underwear. Easy of access is what he’d always called it. Made it easier to pet her soft, short pussy hairs while driving to dinner and back.

Kat had two tells to show when she knew she was getting close to her limit. It didn’t mean he should stop if he felt he needed to continue. She’d take whatever he wished to dish out to her. She’d told him that and meant it, but it was just the little girl in her. The little girl that sometimes loved to call him Daddy. Kat was no Little but she did love her Daddy who spanked.

Her right arm snaked around to behind her lower back for him to hold on to for her. Her other tell was to drum her toes into the carpet but that was more often when she’d pressed him into extra spanks…sort of a brat ending to it. Jon took her hand in is and held her firmly. He slowed the paddling but didn’t stop.

“Pleeeeeasseee…Dadddy?” She whimpered and sobbed. “I’ll be good…promise…promise I will. Won’t mess up the account.”

“Hmm…you know what will happen if you do, right?” He asked as he rested the hairbrush on her bottom.

She nodded. “I do, Daddy….it’d be your belt then…from knee to lower back…wouldn’t be able to wear clothes for a week without getting…squirmy.”

It was true. He’d only had to do it twice before. The first time he felt she was testing him to see if he’d keep to his word. He had. She’d dropped to a whole new level of submission after that. The second time had been when she lied about a traffic ticket and tried to take care of it herself. The reason Jon found out was the cop was an old buddy from high school. To punish her further, Jon had invited his friend over to watch her getting the belt. He’d taken care of the ticket so no one had to pay. Kat had bragged after that about her ass being worth $134 to watch being whooped. She declined when Jon offered to start selling tickets at the price. They could do it once a month and rake it in. She stopped saying it so much afterwards.

“That’s right, Kitty. I would also be very disappointed in you and your ability to be a good girl.” He told her.

Her eyes widened as she looked back at him and the crocodile tears began to form. Jon knew they would. It hurt her more than any paddle or belt to disappoint him.

“I’m sooo sorrrrry, Daaddddyy.” She wailed and put her head down.

He didn’t resume the paddling. This part she was punishing herself. He let her. It would sink in more firmly this way. Slowly, he began to rub her heated backside and then her lower back. Her sobs lessened and began to fade away.

“Come onto my lap, Kitty-Kat.” He told her. He only used this name during aftercare.

She nodded and moved to sit in his lap. Her face nestled into the crook of his neck and shoulder. Jon pet her, soothed her, told her she was his good girl now.

“I love you so much, Sir…Master.” She kissed his neck very tenderly. It wasn’t to arouse. It was to show adoration and devotion to him. He closed his eyes and breathed in what she was gifting to him: all of her.

“How long before you can be ready to go to the Tex/Mex Grill we like?” He asked.

Her head popped up. “Where I can stand? Oh, bless you, Sir. Um…fifteen minutes…twenty if you want the slutty makeup.”

He laughed. “I’ll wait for the twenty then…no underwear, of course.”

She snorted. “Of course not, like I’d want to wear any over these bruises anyway?” She pulled back far enough to kiss his lips with the same tenderness as she had his neck. “I love you so much, my Jon.” She was allowed to use his names for times like this.

He grinned. “I know.” He knew it would rankle her for him to use the Han Solo line but she just scrunched up her nose and got off his lap. Without a care or any shame, she walked away to go upstairs and let him enjoy the view of her naked body. “It belongs to you anyway.” She’d have said if he commented. “Why cover it up from you?”

Jon took his cold soda and took a long pull of it, draining half of it. Her dark red bottom was almost out of sight with the little purple blotches that would be bruises before they went to bed. Hmm…he gave serious thought to going upstairs and riding that sore ass as he fucked it. She wouldn’t complain, hell, she’d beg for him to do it. He could have it both ways. Do it now and then again when they got home.

He shook his head. No, he thought. Delayed gratification was so much sweeter and she’d be more tender to the touch later anyway. He laughed in a low tone. He loved his Kat, the Brat.

…to be continued…