Brat Gets Taught a Hard Discipline Lesson

I think we both know the brat discipline thing was never gonna go the way I planned, because I walked into his place with that same cocky smirk, ready to run my mouth about how he couldn’t handle me, and honestly I thought I was calling every shot until he just looked at me and my whole body went quiet, and before I could even finish my sentence he had me bent over his knee, my skirt hiked up and panties pulled aside, and that first hard smack against my bare skin was this sharp, electric jolt that knocked every smartass thought right out of my head, and he kept going, his palm landing again and again, each slap leaving this warm, stinging heat that spread across my cheeks and made me gasp, and the way I was squirming wasn’t even about escaping, it was about pressing back into him, needing that pressure again, and his low voice telling me I was gonna learn my lesson sent this shiver down my spine that made my thighs clench around nothing, and then he flipped me onto the bed, pushed my face into the mattress, and drove into me with this rough, deliberate pace that had me gripping the sheets and moaning his name without even thinking, every stroke hitting so deep and perfect that my mind just went blank, and when I came it was this long, shuddering wave that left me trembling, and he followed right after, and we just lay there tangled together, my skin still humming from that sting, my heart slamming against my ribs, and I knew damn well I’d never talk that much smack again without remembering exactly how he’d answer every single word.