Here is the first chapter in Brody's Little Brat from Little Haven: An Ageplay Collection
Chapter One
Kara Mitchell waved to the security guard as she drove her car past
his booth. She lived in a gated community named Little Haven, whose
residents all participated in or encouraged a certain type of
lifestyle—age play.
Some of the residents believed all age-players engaged in role play.
Many did see age-playing as a form of role play, but some age-players
let themselves regress to a younger, happier mindset, one without
bills, job stress, or other adult-oriented issues. The length of time
in a younger mindset varied. Kara knew of some members of the
community who chose to be “little” twenty-four seven, while
others made a schedule that limited the time spent age playing. The
members were encouraged to choose whatever rules made them the
happiest as a couple.
Kara’s boyfriend, Brody Thomas, decided to move them here one night
about a year ago, when after a mental overload, Kara had lashed out
badly and refused to calm down. Their argument had escalated past her
boiling point, and she’d almost hurt herself—although not
purposefully. Still, it had forced Brody to add additional rules to
their already active domestic discipline dynamic and to decide that
moving to Little Haven would be a good idea.
Kara already followed certain rules about respecting herself and
Brody, as well as balancing meals and taking time for herself, but
the new rules were different. On nights she chose, or when Brody
decided her stress had built up too much, he would be in a new role:
daddy.
If she acted out while in her teenage mindset—sometimes she felt
about fifteen and some days she felt older—she got punished.
Usually the consequences involved a spanking, but not always.
If she broke the rules while in a more adult state, there were also
repercussions. Those usually involved a spanking as well, but
sometimes Brody was more creative than that.
They both functioned well in the arrangement, though at first, Kara
had to get used to Brody being her daddy. She kept it a secret from
her family and friends since she still needed to sort out in her head
how a twenty-six year old woman could let her boyfriend take such a
role, but to be honest, she didn’t have many people to keep it from
anyway. Her siblings were all much younger than her, and she could
count the friends she had back home on one hand.
Kara blew out a breath. She needed to get to the house and apologize,
instead of thinking about the past. She’d slid and broken the rules
more than once over the past two weeks. Brody would no doubt punish
her when she arrived home. Kara had legitimately forgotten to contact
him and let him know she was hanging out with two classmates to
finish up a project, and hours had passed by without her checking in
with him.
Shit. What would I do if he didn’t tell me something like that?
She knew she would be out of her mind with worry. She’d really
messed up tonight.
As she pulled her car into the garage and turned off the engine, she
wondered if she should just run inside and beg for forgiveness right
off the bat.
Sighing, she opened and closed the car door, then headed inside. The
entry door led straight into the kitchen, and Brody sat as still as
stone at the table, worry splashed across his features.
“I’m so sorry…”
“Are you okay?” he stood and met the distance between them. “Did
your cell phone battery die?”
Brody Thomas didn’t look like the sort of man who would hold his
girlfriend accountable, a man who had a hand as hard as a paddle and
a belt that left red stripes after it kissed her bottom, but he
definitely was that kind of man. In many ways Kara was the luckiest
woman in the world, but she didn’t feel lucky at the moment.
His stern demeanor didn’t change, so she focused on his brown eyes.
They normally sparkled when locked on hers, but now they were dark
chocolate and angry.
Kara looked down as the blood rushed to her cheeks and she studied
the tiles on the kitchen floor. She thought about the first time she
had approached Brody and—after only two short weeks in a
relationship with him—had asked him if he wanted to be in charge.
He had laughed at first, and she remembered she’d initially giggled
and played the silly girl card, but then he’d grabbed her close to
him and sat her in his lap. Then he’d captured her chin and
whispered against her ear, “There was never a question of that.”
Kara had nearly creamed her panties when he’d held her in such a
fashion, but then just as quickly he had moved back and kissed her
nose and told her how cute she was. Any woman with functioning eyes
would have rated him as extremely hot, but Kara noticed that he never
acted cocky.
“Kara.”
Brody’s voice pulled her back to the present and she snapped her
head up.
“I’m sorry, no, my battery is just fine.”
She bit the inside of her cheek as he reached for her hand. She knew
better than to hesitate and she fought a huff.
“Then let’s go into the bedroom and address your lack of
courtesy.” Brody’s voice was stern and incredibly sexy at the
same time.
Kara shuffled her feet as she held onto his hand, and he reached back
and wrapped his arm around her. His touch made her wet even though
the threat of the paddle loomed just over her head like a dark cloud.
He had let the first two times slide, and she wished in that moment
she had submitted to his rules earlier. “I really don’t want a
spanking right now.”
Brody sighed as his hand touched the bedroom door and twisted it
open. “I should have addressed your lack of consideration when you
forgot to tell me earlier in the week.”
Kara pulled back from him and angry words suddenly flew from her
mouth. “The first time was because I got stuck in traffic and it
would have been highly irresponsible of me to flip open my phone in
the middle of the freeway just to text you that—” Her mouth shut
immediately as he shook his head.
“Kara, we came up with these rules together.”
He stepped inside and sat down on the black and gold comforter spread
across their bed, then motioned for her to sit next to him. “When
we first got together, you were about to get evicted, you had unpaid
bills, and you were living off the dollar menu. You could never find
any time for friends or family, and your grades were slipping. You
begged me to hold you accountable this way.”
Kara sat down next to him and pulled her legs underneath her. She
stared into those gorgeous eyes of his and tried to come up with an
appropriate response.
She had been craving this type of attention since her childhood but
had never found a way to ask for it. Brody refused to let her slip up
with any of her commitments—including bills or studies—and he
never faltered to discipline her when her choices had to do with
personal responsibility. And his discipline was even more serious
when it came to her self-esteem and negative emotions.
“I won’t let this slide again. You mean too much to me.” Brody
took her hand and gently but firmly slid her over his lap. He reached
under her hips and unbuttoned the blue-black jeans. She turned over
quickly and clutched the waistband.
“Can’t you just spank me over them?”
She had splurged last week on a tattoo that danced across her lower
back just above her tailbone. It had seemed like a good idea at the
time, especially since Brody hadn’t spanked her in several weeks.
She’d arrogantly thought a few more weeks would go by until she
needed to tell him. She loved her ink, but he would probably be angry
that she hadn’t asked to budget for it.
“What is going on with you tonight?” Brody pulled her up to look
into her eyes. “Tell me what the problem is.”
“I didn’t tell you about something that I went out and bought,
and it wasn’t that expensive, but I should have told you.” Kara
bit her lip. How much more trouble could she get into?
“Honey, just tell me now.”
“I’m not in the mood to be spanked, and these jeans are tight.
Just let me go to bed.” She watched as the deeper meaning of her
statement hit him and his grip tightened around her waist. The pants
fit her fine, but she’d hinted at her weight.
“I’ve been patient with you tonight, but that’s it. Stand up
and take them off. Now.”
Something strange came over her and she jumped up and off his lap.
She pulled off her jeans in several breathy movements and threw them
at his face. “Here! Take them!”
“Kara—”
Kara stomped her way out of the bedroom, ignoring his attempt to talk
any more. She stormed down the hallway and threw herself onto the
couch. She had no idea what the real root of her problem was, but she
knew it was the first time in over a year that she had thrown such a
tantrum. It was just a stupid tattoo, not even a very expensive one,
but she knew he would see it as a lack of respect to his rules about
the budget. And all this on top of her ignoring the rules about
checking in with him for the past few weeks.
Kara knew Brody’s recent lack of attention was probably the
underlying cause of her brattitude. He worked as a freelance
contractor and recent projects had been keeping him busier than
usual. But knowing the cause didn’t help her emotions, or help her
relax. She really wanted his attention, and the lack of it always
sparked a chain of events. She ended up lashing out, forgetting to
inform Brody of where she was, coming home late, etc.
“Ugh…” Kara settled deeper into the cushions. She needed to
apologize now, but she wished she’d simply talked to him, instead
of throwing a fit.
* * *
Brody watched Kara stomp off, a vile tone to her words, but he
remained on the bed. It would be pointless to spank her now with the
type of mood she was in.
What emotions was she holding inside? Since they had moved to the
community, much of her stress had been eliminated. This place allowed
her to act in a teen type of mindset on days she felt like it or
whenever he sensed her becoming overwhelmed. They moved to this place
to help, not to give her more stress.
He stood up as he formed a plan. Her tantrum could not be ignored, so
he would have to come up with something to show her she was still
responsible for her behavior.
His eyes drifted to the large sequined box that held Kara’s
favorite naughty playthings. She always liked the
treasures—vibrators, butt plugs, ball gag, and lots of lube—but
tonight those things would be included in her punishment. Hopefully
when everything got settled, Kara would tell him what the real
problem was.
Brody reflected on the past few weeks, then realized that his skills
had been contracted out to three different clients, and lately his
time had been dedicated solely to those projects.
“Shit… Kara…” Brody ran his hands through his hair. She’d
slipped on their rules a few times, and he’d completely overlooked
her gentle push for attention. When the two of them first got
together and he’d set rules, she’d pushed a lot. Her poking had
been short-lived though, since his consistent responses had showed no
budging on the rules.
But his working hours had trumped everything lately—especially his
time with Kara. He still needed to respond to her tantrum, but the
situation pulled at his heart. He made a mental note to set aside
more time for them this week, then he left the bedroom to get Kara.
* * *
Kara flipped the television on, but her attention kept going back to
the situation with Brody. Why hadn’t he followed her out here? Why
hadn’t he grabbed her and spanked her as promised? A large knot
formed in her stomach and she grew uneasy.
Why was I so disrespectful? I could have just told him about the
tattoo. I know it would have been all right.
She glanced at the hallway again. What if I pushed him too far
this time?
Her face grew hot and wet as unexpected tears poured down and over
her cheeks. How could she have been so disrespectful? Brody had
literally taken care of everything the past year, even adding in a
travel budget so they could return to their home state to visit
family a few times a year. He was the one who put everything
together, without ever getting angry or lashing out, and she really
owed it all to him.
She’d switched to a local college, which was roughly a half an hour
or so away from their house, and she’d filled in the gaps with
online choices, which gave her more time to focus on herself and slip
into her younger persona.
But Brody had decided she needed to cut back her credits at school,
so she only had four classes this semester. Twelve little credits
instead of her usual load of fifteen. She was so much smarter than
that!
Tonight was one of the nights she was supposed to come straight home
and get into her younger clothes so she could tackle the rest of the
week. Her classes were stacked over three days, and she seemed to
have the tendency to brat off by the third day of classes. But
if—after all the homework or projects were completed—she
regressed to her younger space at night on the same days she had
classes, she got through the week without any issues.
Brody knew that, of course. Not only was he super smart, but he paid
attention—close attention—to what she responded to and how she
reacted to certain situations.
In the beginning, back at their old apartment on the East coast, he
would sometimes end up punishing her every night straight for a week.
That hadn’t happened all that often, but she’d had the tendency
to push him and rebel. Since moving to the new community, and since
Brody had added more rules, she hadn’t bucked too much. Well, at
least she hadn’t until now.
Kara wiped pitifully at her cheeks and peeked over at the hallway. A
strong sounding set of footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor, and
she returned her attention to the screen. She did not want to see the
disappointment undoubtedly etched on his handsome face.
Brody said nothing as he walked over to the television and turned it
off. He produced a tissue with a flourish and carefully dried her
eyes, then extended his hand and waited.
Kara drew a sharp breath at the sight of his outstretched palm. She
raised an eyebrow up at him and set her hand in his.
“But—” she started to say but he held a finger to her lips.
“We’ll talk about it later.” In moments they were headed back
to the bedroom. “Right now, we need to reset the course you’re
on.”
“I… I… I… kn… know,” she stammered as her heart raced. He
probably had darker things in mind than just using a paddle.
Brody let her go and reached behind her. He easily unclasped the
hooks of her bra and let it spill out into his hands. Kara
immediately drew her hands up to cover her breasts, but he swatted
her hands until she let go.
It was not modesty that had brought Kara’s hands up, but instead it
was her notion that she had an imperfect body, and he knew it. He
slid a finger into either side of the waistband of her panties and
removed them effortlessly.
Kara squeaked as he stripped her. He was not in a sexy mood and she
wasn’t sure what he was planning. “But—” she started again.
Brody took great care to wrap one long piece of her dark
chestnut-brown hair around his hand before he pulled her close to
him. She admired how pretty her dip-dyed teal, purple, and magenta
pieces looked tucked between his fingers. She wished she had a
camera! Then she glanced up at his face, and it reminded her he was
not playing around.
“No more talking.”
Kara gasped as he tugged her hair, but she shut her mouth. He led her
over to the bed by her hair, then slowly bent her forward at the
waist until her arms were on the bed and her butt was in the air.
A cool gel tickled her ass moments before a plug slid deep inside. It
met with little resistance, but she clenched and groaned as the
sensation forced her to focus on what he was doing.
“Stand up.”
Kara straightened and turned around. She opened her mouth to protest
when he popped a small red ball gag between her lips. As mortified as
she had been to be plugged in her ass, the new sensation of the
rubber in between her cheeks and tongue distracted her from the
slight humiliation.
“Kara, I want you to stand here and think about what it does to me
when you put yourself down. You made a snide comment about your pants
being too tight, which sounds like you’re picking on your weight
again. And that is on top of your earlier actions, and why you’re
being punished right now.”
He led her to the corner and stood her against the wall. “You are
beautiful and sexy, and I want to be with you. Whenever you put
yourself down, you put me down too.” He laid two good smacks on her
ass. “Now, put your hands behind your back and lace your fingers
together.”
Kara stood there with tears streaming down her face—not from the
burn from his hand but from the guilt she felt about the tantrum. She
quickly put her hands behind her as instructed.
“Good girl,” he whispered against her ear.
Kara stood straighter after his word of praise and he ran his hand
over the top of her intertwined fingers and assured her he would be
back.
“If you freak out because of the gag, just remove it. I won’t be
angry since we haven’t used it much, but I’d like you to keep it
in.”
She nodded, determined to do as he’d asked. He patted her behind
once before stepping away. She heard him leave the room but she kept
in place. She really needed this tonight.
* * *
Brody wanted to stay in the room so she would not feel abandoned, but
he had to make it clear her behavior was not acceptable. He admired
her beautiful curves for a moment longer before he stepped to the
door. Kara’s body was such a sensitive topic, and trying to find
where her self-esteem issues stemmed from boggled his mind. His gaze
lingered on her shapely butt with the plug inserted deep inside, but
then finally he stepped into the hall.
He left the door open and glanced down at his watch. He couldn’t go
far since she had a gag on. He’d told her she could remove it, if
needed, but he knew she would do her best to obey him. If she
panicked, she could forget how to release it. It was risky enough to
have her turned away in the corner without eye contact. He had
intended to let her stay still for five minutes, but since she had
the gag, he decided to shorten the time.
He leaned against the wall and jabbed his fingers through his hair.
Why else is Kara pushing me?
He had already seen the tattoo when he’d observed her movements and
her occasional wince while it healed. The plug, gag, and corner time
had nothing to do with the expense of her body art. If anything, he
loved when she came back with more ink. It added such beauty to her
already sexy features.
Normally, he let her do what she pleased when it came to her ink, but
if she were going to act up, he had to consider rules about that as
well. What it came down to was that she had kept something from him
in addition to not following the guidelines already in place.
Brody straightened and walked back into the bedroom. He removed the
gag from Kara’s mouth and led her to the bed. Then he carefully sat
her down and wiped her face and nose. She dropped her eyes, but he
caught her chin and slowly tilted her face up towards his.
“I won’t let you slide on the rules again. Is that clear?”
Kara’s face flushed red as he gripped her chin, and she let out a
choked sob. “Yes, sir. It’s clear.”
He smiled at the title, something she added to show respect when he
punished her in a more adult way. He didn’t recall asking her to
use it, but it made him feel even more connected to her.
He moved to the dresser and pulled out a soft pair of black yoga
pants and a grey V-neck sleep top, then handed them to her. “Put
these on. We’re going to go eat dinner, and then you’re going to
come back here and go to bed early.”
Kara inhaled sharply but said nothing. She stood up, then reached a
hand back towards the flare of the plug.
“Leave it,” Brody admonished and took Kara’s hands in his. “You
are going to sleep with that in, all night, and then in the morning
when you wake up, you will be spanked as originally intended.” He
let go and stepped back. “I’m going to go heat up dinner. I
expect you to follow me.”
Kara bit her lip as he strode to the door, but she didn’t protest.
Good. Maybe she would go back to listening to him.
When Brody reached the kitchen, he heated up the rice. He’d left
chicken in a pot on the stove, simmering in sauce, and he checked on
it as well. His overall day had been busy and boring, but he’d made
sure everything would be ready for Kara when she arrived home. His
plan had included cuddling on the couch and watching old movies, but
now she was all out of sorts. Hopefully they could eat dinner and she
would get into a better mood.
* * *
Kara slid her clothes on, sans panties with the plug in place, then
dragged her feet to the kitchen. She was not in the mood to eat, and
she flopped down on the chair. The plug moved a little and she felt a
rush of wetness in between her thighs. Kara wiggled her butt
awkwardly on the chair as Brody set a plate down in front of her.
“I’m sorry I didn’t ask about the tattoo.”
Brody dished out their meals and sat down. “The tattoo isn’t my
concern. I already figured it out days ago.” He scooped a mouthful
of teriyaki chicken into his mouth and chewed. “But you’re
sliding on the rules, and I’m not happy about that.”
Kara followed suit. The chicken and rice were each in a different
sauce, and the spices and flavors mingled perfectly in her mouth.
“I’ve been busy,” she huffed. She wished she could really eat.
On her way home she’d stopped for a fast food run and had filled up
on fries. And a shake. It had seemed a good idea at the time, and it
had satisfied her hunger. Still, she knew she’d made poor choices,
and the fast food hadn’t made her body feel as good as a balanced
meal did. But she didn’t want to give Brody yet another reason to
lecture her.
“Being busy doesn’t give you an excuse to break our rules.”
“Busy like you’ve been? You’ve been way too busy to even
notice—” Kara clamped her mouth shut as she bit back more nasty
remarks. She didn’t want the night to play out any worse.
“I know.” Brody reached across the table and took her hand. “I
have been really busy with some projects. I’ve got multiple clients
all blowing up my phone, and we haven’t spent much time together.”
Kara tugged her hand back. “Just because I can’t spank you
doesn’t mean you should get off scot free—but nope, no
consequences for Brody.”
“Finish your dinner and go to bed. I’ve lost my appetite.”
Brody stood up. He busied himself with putting the food away.
Leftovers never tasted as good as the original, and that thought
added guilt to her already spinning emotions.
“I didn’t have one to start with,” Kara spoke through gritted
teeth. “But you made it, so I’m eating it.” She picked her up
her fork and scooped another bite into her mouth. “I don’t want
you angry at me because I’m wasting food,” Kara spoke around the
food, not caring about her table manners.
“Get up and go to bed. I’ll get to the bottom of the problem
after I spank you in the morning. But for now, your day is over.”
She didn’t move and continued to put large forkfuls in her mouth.
“Kara, go to bed, or I will put you there.”
Kara had half a mind to throw the food, the plate, and the silverware
onto the floor, but it would only serve to land her in hotter water.
“Fine. Daddy.” She threw her chair back and stood up, then
stormed up the hall.
She felt guilty about putting more responsibilities on him than on
herself, but she didn’t want to explain all of her feelings to him.
He encouraged her to give up some of her responsibilities, but she
sometimes wondered if he ever felt resentful about their choices. His
work was way more stressful than her current classes, and he didn’t
take enough breaks for himself.
She really had it coming tomorrow.
Kara finally got into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. She
would eventually explain it all to Brody, but not tonight.
* * *
Brody cleaned up from dinner—or what was supposed to have been
dinner, and then he made his way to the bedroom. He should have taken
care of her a few weeks ago when this behavior started, but he’d
mistakenly believed it would sort itself out. He pulled his jeans and
t-shirt off, then got into bed without bothering to put on his normal
lounge pants. He was still very worked up about the events as they
transpired, and he just wanted to sleep.
After several minutes, he felt Kara’s hand take his, hesitantly at
first, and then she linked her fingers in his. He didn’t respond
verbally but tugged her until she turned over to lie on him.
Hating that they were going to bed under such crappy circumstances,
Brody kissed the top of her head, but he had nothing else to say. She
had a hell of a spanking coming in the morning, and hopefully she
would explain what was on her mind after he disciplined her perky
little ass.
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