**Brat Meets Daddy’s Wrath**

I was being *such* a brat tonight—pouting, rolling my eyes, even sticking my tongue out at Daddy when he told me to kneel. But the way his jaw clenched and his fingers twitched told me I’d pushed too far. He didn’t say a word, just grabbed my wrist hard enough to leave marks and dragged me toward the bedroom.

“You wanna act like a brat, princess?” His voice was dark, rough. “Then you get treated like one.”

I squirmed as he shoved me face-first onto the bed, my ass in the air. My pussy was already wet, aching—I *loved* when Daddy got like this. He yanked my arms behind my back, the rope biting into my wrists as he tied me tight. I wiggled, testing the restraints, but there was no give.

“Open.” He shoved the ballgag between my teeth before I could protest, the leather strap cinching tight behind my head. Drool already pooled on my tongue as he trailed a finger down my spine, making me shiver.

“Since you love running your mouth, babygirl, you can drool on the sheets while I wreck you.”

I whimpered as his fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, yanking them down to my knees. His palm cracked against my ass, the sharp sting making me gasp around the gag.

“Mmm, look at that—already soaked.” He dragged two fingers through my dripping pussy, rubbing my slick over my asshole before pressing the cold tip of a lubed-up plug against it. “You *earned* this.”

I clenched, trying to fight it, but Daddy just laughed and pushed in slow, stretching me open. The burn was delicious, the fullness making my cunt throb. He smacked my ass again, leaving a hot handprint as he twisted the plug deeper.

“Good girl. Now let’s see if this greedy pussy can take what I’m gonna give you.”

I heard the squelch of lube, then his fingers were pressing into me, thick and demanding. My thighs shook as he worked three fingers inside, my cunt gripping him tight.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled, scissoring his fingers, stretching me wider. “Such a slut for Daddy’s hand, aren’t you?”

I nodded desperately, moaning as his thumb found my clit, rubbing hard circles while his fingers plunged deeper. My hips jerked, fucking myself on his hand, the knot of the plug pressing against his wrist with every thrust.

Then—oh *fuck*—his pinky joined the others, my pussy sucking him in to the knuckles. I screamed around the gag, my vision whiting out as my body tried to shove him out, but he pinned my hips down.

“Take it,” he ordered, curling his fingers inside me, rubbing that swollen spot that made my toes curl. “You wanted to be a brat? Now you get *fisted* like one.”

I came so hard I nearly choked on the gag, my pussy clamping around his fist, gushing over his wrist. Daddy didn’t stop, just fucked me through it, his other hand yanking my hair so hard tears pricked my eyes.

“Again,” he demanded. “Come for Daddy *again*.”

And like the good girl I was—no, the good *brat*—I did.