Mind-Control Panties

account Two : Brat 's Kinky penalty

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Ricochet for beta reading this !

There was nothing special about the department store. It was like a thousand others in its chain. A massive, International network of box memory board that sold everything you could want or think. From cooking utensil to bedding to flirt, almost everything could be found here.

The figure of speech moving through the storage appeared no dissimilar than any of the other shoppers. It moved with a calm grace, nodding at the other shoppers. Nondescript, the number did n't stand out one bit. No one even noticed the pair of panties clutched in the figure 's hand. They were a pale pink, with the parole Bratty printed in gold, glittery letters across the rear. Any missy who wore them and flashed them would give a blinding show of teasing delight.

The perfect garment for a brat.

The material body headed to the habiliment section frequented by college miss. It passed a stand with dozens of panties on it in all shapes and styles and designs. With a casual picture show of the wrist, the Bratty panties landed with the others. There to await a sure someone.

Anna Carter, eighteen, was shopping with her father and two older Brother. Her shoulder length, Brown pilus was held back from her face by a pair of pink barrettes. She wore a demure outfit compared to her peers, a darkness blouse tucked into a long skirt. The neckline of her top hardly showed any cleavage at all, just some bone swath of her collarbone. She had bright, hazel eyes and flump lips over a little nose.

"Boys,"growled her Father of the Church, a stern-looking man named weenie Howard Carter. He was marvelous and muscular, his nose large. A trait both his Logos, Rick and Saint John, possessed.

"Just messing around with John, Dad,"Rick, the eldest, said, a big grin on his face.

John was rubbing his arm."Is that what you call a sucker punch ?"

Rick grinned."God, if I thought you were pussy, I would n't have given you a beloved tap. Anna could 've taken that one."

Anna squirmed, the tips of her ears burning. She obviously looked chagrined by her crony 's activity. She glanced at the clothing and, shyly, said,"Dad, I need to plunk up a few things."

Her father, a widower, flicked his gaze to the clothing section. At the visual sense of all those feminine garments, he cleared his throat."Yes, ok, just meet us in the sporting good section in about twenty minutes."

She nodded her top dog and slipped out into the article of clothing section.

She needed a few new duo of panty. aught extravagant. She preferred the cheap kind, the ones with a full cut, not the daring ones the girls at her college liked to wear. Perhaps it was the gold glitter on the give-and-take Bratty that drew her tending, or maybe it was the suspension thong above it, a strip of cloth so narrow that Anna could n't realize how it could cover anything.

Either way, she drifted over to the pale-pink panty and touched the cotton/polyester blend. The Holy Scripture Bratty sent this strange, exhilarating frisson through her. It was so disaffected. Something that a bad miss would wear.

Not a good girl like Anna.

She swallowed, fidgeting. She did n't live what unknown desire possessed her, but she snatched it up, her pinna burning more, her boldness gaining a pale, pink undertone. She darted over to a wheel holding ten plurality of cheap step-in and snagged the beginning one she could. She buried the Bratty pair beneath the pack, clutching it tight, and then darted to go face at some new skirts.

She fidgeted for the quietus of the shopping trip, squirming, fearing that her father would see what she bought. But he did n't observation. Not even when she went to check out and the teller scanned it. No one seemed to point out that the auto did n't claxon nor that a damage did n't show up on the screen as the cashier placed it in a bag with the repose of the wearing apparel that Anna bought.

She clutched her bag, fearful that her begetter would discover her purchase.

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Anna Jimmy Carter

Two weeks later, I was still terrified that my Father of the Church would find that sure dyad of panty tucked in the binding of my drawer. It was buried amid socks and bras, but was also the last duad of fair step-in I had. I 'd get into every pair of fairly panties I had, including the ten from the pack I bought.

"There you go,"I said, placing the breakfast of nut and bacon I made before my father, my tummy squirming.

His brownness oculus flicking up and down me. Did he know ?

"Ah, thank you, Anna,"he said.

I bent down and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before I hurried over and set down plates before my brothers. rick 's orange juice was right on the border of the table. I was just turning away to require my own seat when St. John the Apostle went to smell hayrick. John 's handwriting flew out, striking the chalk of orange juice on his way to our brother.

I gasped, watching the viridity, plastic cup flying right at me. A few drops of orange juice led the way. I gasped and struggled to dodge it, but it came at me too fast. It struck my skirt right below my belly button. I felt all the liquidness soak through my skirt to my scanty. I squeaked in shock, blinking. I could find the dusty bleeding through to my privates.

"No, no, no,"I groaned, my bosom beating so fast. I could feel my last pair of clear pantie absorbing the staining liquid.

"Goddammit, Gospel According to John !"Dad barked at my middle brother."Look what you did to your sister !"

"Sorry, Dad,"John muttered.

"Do n't excuse to me ! apologise to your red cent baby !"

Saint John the Apostle looked at me, his fount pale."Sorry, Anna, I did n't imply to ..."

"Yeah, if you were n't such a clumsy spaz, you—"Rick started to say.

Though he was older than John the Divine, he was gaining on Rick in size of it. Snarling, John threw a hard lick at Rick, forcing my older brother to lean back and obviate the blow.

"male child !"Dad snarled, pounding his clenched fist into the table to punctuate his quarrel."That 's it ! You 've both had enough breakfast. You 're finished."

"See what you 've done now,"muttered rick as he stood up. He marched past me as the orange juice dripped from my skirt.

"He should n't be posting shit about me on Facebook,"John muttered as he stood up. He gave me another sheepish look before he darted off.

"Anna, dearest,"Dad said, his spokesperson lowering,"go upstairs and get change."

"But ..."I stammered. This could n't be happening.

"I 'm pitiful, hope that didn't stain your annulus. If it did, I 'll wee them buy you a new one."

I just nodded, terrified. I only had one finis duet of clean panties.

I stumbled out of the kitchen in a daze. I did n't want to ingest to put on those scanty, but these ones were soaked with orange tree juice. Going without step-in was just unacceptable. The yawning pit of apprehensiveness swelled and swelled in my belly as I stumbled through the living room. I reached the stairs, my brothers moving around above.

I swallowed, my panty wet and frigidness and soaked. Grimacing, I marched up the stair, hating how the soppy pantie rubbed against me. Tears were beading in my eyes. Why did crick and John have to be so mean to each other ? Why could n't they just be nice ? They were always yelling and punching and hitting. Why could n't they be good like me ? They were such bratwurst.

Now I had to put on those panties. What if Dad found out ?

I knew he probably would n't, since my skirt were all longsighted. There should be no way he would see what I wore beneath, but what if something Wyrd happened ? What if John thought it would be funny to jerk down my skirt ? He had n't done that in a few long time, but when I was younger, he thought it was the most hilarious thing in the human race. Knowing my luck, he would do it to me today.

My nerve burned just thinking about those embarrass, gold letter being seen blazing across my rear.

Why did I buy them ? I still did n't understand it. It made zero sense to me. They were so naughty. I liked plain, sensitive pantie. Not the character that you wore so boy could see them.

I reached the second floor and took a few steps to my bedroom doorway. I twisted the brass handle and darted inside. I closed it behind me, wishing my door had a curl on it. I wanted to just enshroud in here, but I could n't do that.

I could n't stay in here all day.

Eventually, I 'd have to result to eat. To use the convenience. Do my job. I really, really needed to do my laundry, so I could get some scanty that were houseclean Then I could subscribe the Batty step-in off as soon as possible.

That was what I had to do.

I unzipped my skirt and pulled it off, wincing at the orange stain across the front of my plain, white scanty. I dropped my skirt in my clothes trammel and peeled off my soppy underwear. They stuck to me, making me find so dirty. I balled up the pantie, found a clean patch, and wiped at my chocolate-brown George Herbert Walker Bush. I got the last of the juice out of my hair then threw my panties into the hamper.

I groaned when I spotted the orange stains splashed across my top. That had to go, too. I peeled it off, tugging it over my supple soma. My pilus flew about my face, leaving it a tousled mess. I would have to comb it again. It was such an untamable mane today.

"Darn that privy,"I muttered, throwing my top down on the other dirty apparel as hard as I could.

I groaned as I spotted something at the hind end of my visual sense. There was a individual smirch on my bra. An orangeness blemish on the flannel framework. I sighed, reached behind me, and unfastened it. I slipped it off and now was naked.

I hated being naked.

My brothers could burst in. I darted to my dresser, my piffling breasts quivering. I yanked receptive the door, staring at the pile of drogue and bras shoved into the niche, hiding my naughty secret. I swallowed. No helping what I had to do.

My hand darted forward, shoving the piles of clothing to the English. I unveiled the panties lying there, some of the glittery letters visible. The two T 's and a hint of the Y.

I felt a foreign tingle as I grabbed the panties. An exhilaration ran across my cutis, my little tit hardening as it raced down past times my boob to my tummy. I gasped as it jolted to my pussy, making my sex aching. I whimpered, my face combustion bright, the peak of my auricle blazing with embarrassment.

I unfolded the panties, unveiling those glittering missive to my eye. Bratty. I was the precise opposite. Why did I buy these ?

Stairs creaked. I gasped, realizing Daddy was coming up the stairs. Panicking, I quickly bent down and stuff my ripe animal foot through the leg muddle. Another upsurge of electrical energy raced up my leg. I gasped as it hit my pussy, this wet oestrus forming deep in my depth. I whimpered and groaned, shuddering at the feeling. Why was this happening to me ?

The stair creaked louder. I had to get dressed.

I thrust my left foot through the other hole and yanked the panty so fast up my branch my breast bounced. I wiggled my pelvic arch, seating the panties tight against my pussy. The pliant band snapped around my waist. I could feel the gamey letter of the alphabet blazing across my rump.

Bratty.

As pa reached the top of the steps, a wicked idea blazed in my mind. I moaned, trembling in my kinky panties, my breasts jiggling. They were cunning, little tit. Perfect strobile topped by pink nipples. Both were hard and delicious.

I tweaked one and giggled at the naughty tone that flowed through me. My smile broadened as I heard pa reach the top of the stair. He was about to walk by my door.

I turned to face it and said in a upbeat voice,"Hi, Daddy !"

He was just passing my door. I heard him pause, the floor creaking. I smiled as he grabbed my doorknob. He turned it, opened the door, and thrust his head teacher in."Did you need anyt ..."

His wrangle trailed off as he stared at my budding, vernal titties. His jaw dropped, his eyes bulging while his impertinence went scarlet.

I let him gaze for one wonderful second. Then I gasped,"Daddy !"Squealing, I"covered"my breasts, my hands not hiding my nipples at all."Get out of here ! I 'm raw ! Why did n't you knock ?"

He jerked his head back, slamming my door shut so hard the stallion sign trembled."Oh, God, I 'm so bad, Anna."

"Why would you do that ?"I gasped."I 'm xviii ! You ca n't just barge in on me."

It was so concentrated not to titter. My pussy felt so juicy. I pinched both my pap, tweaking them as I heard dada shifting on his feet outside my door.

"You said hi,"he groaned."I thought—"

"Yes, hi !"I gasped in fake outrage, my digit tugging hard on my mamilla. My kitty clenched, feeling so wet and juicy."Not come on in !"

"I 'm distressing,"he said and then hurried down the hall to his elbow room. I snorted, trying not to explode into laughter. It was so much fun to fluff Dad. It made my slit squeamish and juicy. Just the way I liked it.

Humming, I sauntered to my dresser, eager to find the perfect thing to wear. I opened my drawers, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my head. They were so ... girly. infantile. None of them had that zing that fit me. Surely, I had wearing apparel that were n't so babyish. I pulled out one top that looked like a dress.

I wanted to gag.

How could I wear any of these ? What was wrong with me ?

I threw that down then rummaged through the draftsman, throwing more and more peak to the floor. Through the thin wall, I heard the springs of John 's bed creaking. I smiled, hearing the shifting. I knew what that meant. He was flogging the bishop in there. Having fun with Rosie Arnold Daniel Palmer and her five sister. I squirmed, naughty musical theme making my pussy wetter and wetter.

Smirking, I searched and searched for something I could wear.

I found an old t-shirt, something I wore three or four years ago that had gotten shoved to the back of my drawer. It was tiny. It would mold to my eubstance and hug my firm, little titties. I bet it would depict a beneficial inch or two of my stomach. I smiled as I pulled it on.

It. Was. Tight.

I had to joggle to pull it over me, feeling the fabric stretching around my physical structure. I gasped when it crossed my nipples, stimulating my short buds. I groaned, my snatch getting so juicy and wet. My juicy panties absorbed the photoflood of my excitement.

I wiggled my rump, glancing over my berm to see those glittering letters on my step-in flashing in my viewpoint mirror.

Finally, I got the shirt over me. It fit me like a glove, molding around my footling breasts. My mamilla poked hard against the fabric. It was so short, it exposed my omphalus. I loved it.

And it gave me an idea.

"I bet I have a pair of short circuit that I have n't worn in a few eld,"I muttered, hearing the bed springs from my brother 's sleeping room groaning louder. He must be watching some pornography on his phone, wearing earphone so no one would acknowledge what he was doing.

But I did.

I bent over, wiggling my croup, imagining Dad or Rick or privy watching my ass shake as I dug around in my bottom-most drawer. It was full of shorts that I 'd put away since summer was over. I dug through and then ...

Triumphed !

I found a pair of jean boxers that I had n't worn in two long time. I could tell they would be tight.

The bed springs creaked louder, the rhythmic slap echoing.

I slid my legs into the short circuit. I worked them up and up my legs, my hips wiggling from side of meat to side. My little titties quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the shorts higher and higher. I groaned as I slid the tight textile up over my rump. I sucked in a inscrutable breath, struggling to fasten them closed. Do n't get me incorrect, I was n't fat. I had a flat, taut abdomen. I was just unseasoned when I wore these blue jean. I groaned, straining to draw off the fasteners together.

I could n't button them.

I could, however, take up up the slide fastener to the highest degree of the way. It held my fly shut. Mostly. I felt so naughty especially with my panty peeking out. I grinned, loving the effect. My repelling pussy growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.

Through the bulwark, I could hear St. John really going to township on his rooster. He was spanking his monkey like the indorsement climax was about to encounter, and he wanted one death cum before Jesus Christ arrived.

Did he deserve to get off ?

Nope !

Not after he spilled orange tree succus all over me.

I crept to my threshold, opening it so, so carefully. I creaked it unfold inch by inch, wider and wider. No squeak from the hinges. I had a huge grinning as I slipped out into the hallway. I heard the shower going, guessing hayrick was in there. I had ideas for him, too.

Then, Dad stepped out of his sleeping accommodation. He blinked when he saw me in the hallway, his cheeks reddening. Without a word of honor, he hurried past me, looking straight ahead like he was pretending he did n't see my cute, little titties bouncing au naturel transactions ago. He scurried down the stairs, not even noticing how salacious my outfit was. What a disgrace. It was so much fun teasing him.

I shrugged.

I waited exterior of John 's bedroom, listening and waiting for the sound of his bed to originate creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in delight when he resumed, thinking he was rubber. My smile grew bigger and larger. I grabbed the door handle, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a deep breath, my stallion physical structure trembling. tingle raced from my step-in, electrifying all of my hide, driving me to be the gravid brat in the world.

I wrenched open the room access, jumped inside his bedroom, shouting,"Every time you masturbate, God kills a kitten !"

John, his shirt pulled up to expose his flavorless abdomen and his hand stroking his dick, kicked his legs as he struggled to cover himself."Shit !"

He glared at me as he managed to attract his blanket over his stopcock. His fount turned beet red as I shook my head at him. I waggled my finger just to be more of a brat.

"What the ass !"he snarled."Get out of here !"

"Do n't you know that masturbation makes you go blind ?"I taunted, grinning at him.

"Anna, you fucking bitch !"

I gasped in mock shock."I 'm gon na assure daddy you called me a cunt !"I grinned at him."And that you were jerking off your little pud. Just milking it."

I darted out of the room and closed the door. I burst into laughter as I heard him scrambling around.

No getting off for him. I might deliver hated that skirt, and he 'd overcharge my unflattering panties, but he had no rightfield to insure me in orange juice.

It was time to get back at my onetime sidekick for provoking St. John the Apostle. My little cunt tingled as I approached the bathroom room access. The rain shower hissed. Our sign of the zodiac was old. It lacked lock on any of the threshold, even the bathroom. My brothers had used that to their vantage many fourth dimension to pull pranks on each other.

Now it was my turn.

I twisted the door 's nerve grip ever so slowly. I cracked the door afford, the auditory sensation of my brother, Rick, showering grew louder. Water sprayed and splashed. He hummed as he washed. He had no idea I was in here with him. The steam spilled around me as I pushed the door subject just a little farther. I could see him as a shadow through the plastic curtain, moving as he scrubbed himself.



A impish shiver ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his consistency all smooth brawniness. My pussy clenched as I spotted his clothes sitting atop a brownish towel. He 'd brought it in from the linen closet.

We did n't keep towels in the bathroom.

I grinned as I crept forward. His humming stopped as I grabbed his apparel and towel in my greedy hands. The shower curtain ripped receptive, and there was my brother naked, shampoo suds in his hairsbreadth, his prick swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dark Edward Teach of pubic hair.

"Anna ?"he asked in shock.

I stuck out my clapper at him as I scooped up his clothes and towels. I bolted.

"You fucking little brat !"he snarled as I whirled around, my brown hair whipping about my face. I darted for the door and raced out of the hallway. I heard hayrick charging after. Giggling, I clutched his dress to my bureau as I raced down the stairs. My feet drummed a fast beat as I rushed downstairs like an avalanche.

rick stumbled after me.

I threw a look over my articulatio humeri and grinned as he struggled to treat his dick with one manus as he charged down the stairs, his free hand sliding down the banister."make me back my clothes, you fucking brat !"

Laughing, I jumped the last few stair and landed on the first off floor. I darted to my right hand, heading into the life room. I could take heed Dad 's recliner swinging shut with that trashy clang. I burst into the bread and butter room to see him standing up, his face twisted in anger until he saw me. muddiness flicked across his formulation as I clutched crick 's clothing and towel to my chest.

"papa, papa !"I gasped, dropping everything as I rushed towards him."Rick is chasing me naked !"

Rick burst into the bread and butter room and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our founding father. I hugged Daddy while giving rick a elated look over my shoulder joint. I stuck my natural language out at him. wildness soared across my sometime brother 's case as I snuggled up mingy against daddy 's hard thorax. My little nipples throbbed. Through the thin framework of my t-shirt, I felt how strong Daddy was.

"What the fuck, Rick ?"gasped daddy as he stared as my older brother.

"That fiddling bit ... She stole my dress, Dad !"

"Anna ?"Daddy asked.

"I just had to flutter into the john to get something, and then hayrick spotted me and I panicked, and I did n't make out what to do, so I just grabbed his clothes out of fright, and he was chasing me all naked, and his cock was thrusting hard before him, and I did n't get laid what to do, I was so scared, so I came to you, Daddy !"

"You little—"

"haystack !"growled Daddy.

"Sorry, sir,"Rick muttered, still covering himself."That 's a lie. She stuck out her tongue at me. She stole my clothes on purpose !"

"Why would I do it on function ?"I asked, rubbing against papa. I could feel his cock swelling hard. It made my pussy so wet in my naughty panties.

privy entered the living way."Dad, she burst into my room to prepare fun of me !"John added."While I was ... studying."

"He was masturbating, daddy,"I moaned."I just went in to see if I could borrow a pencil so I could do my homework, and he was just stroking it."

"No, you burst in on purpose !"Saint John the Apostle snarled."You wanted to see it ! You 're being a minuscule brat !"

I gasped in mock scandal."daddy, I would n't be a little brat. I 'm your good girl."

He stared down at me, his nerve flushed, his eyes hard. Then he groaned. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back. His eyes flicked up and down my body, staring at the t-shirt molded to my lilliputian boob and the assailable fly of my short-circuit that let my pink panties peek out. My short pants hugged my private parts, my stage lithe and sexy.

"What are you wearing, Anna ?"

"She 's dressed like a teasing, little brat !"growled John.

"Yeah,"hayrick snarled."You know what we have to do to brats, Dad."

My eyes widened.

Daddy nodded.

"No, no, I 'm not being a little terror. Honest. I was just ..."I struggled to find the words."I mean ... They got me wet with the orange succus. They 're the ones that should be punished. They were both masturbating. crick in the exhibitioner, and whoremonger in his bedroom."

"And ?"Daddy grunted."They 're vernal me. I 'd be disappointed if they were n't masturbating."

My jaw dropped.

"You 've been a teasing, picayune brat,"pappa said, this life-threatening glint in his dark eyes."You know how brats are treated."

I shook my head and gasped as he seized my arm. I squeaked as he dragged me towards the couch, his hand holding me like a vice grip.

He pressed me over the armrest of the couch, shoving my typeface down into the shock."No, no, Daddy !"I gasped."Please, please, I 'm a good girl."

He snorted."Dressed like this ?"

I gasped as he ripped down my blotto shorts, hauling them off of me with ease. He froze, seeing those glittering, gold missive printed across my blotto ass. My kitty-cat grew hotter. Wetter. I let out a wanton, trivial moan as I felt all three of them staring at me.

"Well, well, well,"Daddy said."Someone is a slight brat, is n't she ?"

"Yes,"I squeaked, my voice tight. Why was I so turned on ? I was about to be spanked.

I gasped as dada yanked down my panties, exposing my pussy for both my brothers to see. My brown-furred muff was on show. They could see that my George W. Bush was soaked by my succus. My tight tush clenched as I wiggled, my rump aching for the punishment to begin.

I was a brat. And brats got spanked.

My rump clenched, preparing for the first spank to dry land. I trembled, surprised by how practically I wanted this. I could n't facilitate the fiddling wiggle that animated my hips. I was so ready for this. So eager to be spanked by my strong daddy.

The air swished behind me.

nose drops !

I gasped at the stinging pain radiating through my left butt-cheek. My ass clenched against the heat. The wicked hurt soared through me, my back arching while my puss drank in the sensation. This euphoric bliss then melted through me. This howling, naughty delight. I could n't conceive how a lot it made my Virgo the Virgin cunny ache.

"That 's it, Dad !"haystack hollered."Whoop the slight brat !"

skag !

I gasped as the second spank landed on my right wing butt-cheek. Both sides of my rump burned, the heat melting through me. I could sense my pussycat getting wetter and hotter. My cunny absorbed the pleasure. The heat fanned my lust.

flavour !

"You 've been a little brat all sunrise,"growled papa,"have n't you ?"

I nodded."I was, dada !"

SMACK !

"I jumped into John the Divine 's elbow room on purpose !"

"You just wanted to see my putz, did n't you, you little brat ?"John growled.

nip !

"Yes !"I howled as the ecstasy soared through me. This wonderful, wicked heating plant burned into my cunt. Daddy was so unassailable. So powerful. He deserves to punish me for being such a wicked, little brat.

hell dust !

"I bet you want to pinch a peek at my cock, too, did n't you ?"hayrick spat."Huh, you little brat ?"

flavour !

"Uh-huh !"I groaned, the pain in the neck burn across my buttocks. Daddy 's hired man was so big. He covered so a good deal of my tail in a one blow. It was incredible. I loved it. I savored it despite how a good deal it hurt. tear burned my oculus. The torture was about to waste me.

"I thought so,"crick said. He moved into my sight and pulled his hand away from his arduous cock."This is what you want to see, huh ?"

sapidity !

"Oh, god, yes !"I screamed as I stared at his dick. He stroked it, pumping his hand up and down it. So big. The tip was an angry red, his precum beading at the slit.

flavour !

"You 're staring at your brother 's rooster like a naughty, little adulteress,"dada growled.

scag !

"It 's just so fascinating !"I moaned."So big !"

"Yeah, you want to see mine, too, little lady of pleasure ?"trick asked as he unfastened his jeans."I bet you did n't get a proficient enough expression when you burst in on me spanking it."

SMACK !

The pain swept through me. I cried out in wordless torture that transformed into ecstasy. My Virgin pussy clenched, my succus overflowing my bush then trickling down my second joint. I 'd never been so hot. It was incredible. Why did this feel so stupefy ?

Because I was a brat ? A fiddling slut ?

privy 's dick appeared. Just as big as our blood brother 's. John 's hand pumped up and down his shaft, finishing what I interrupted. I licked my lips, my eyes flicking from one chum 's turncock to the early. I let out such a wanton groan, my virgin cunny clenching.

SMACK !

"What a little fucking whore !"dad growled."You said hi to me on purpose, did n't you ? You wanted to flash those breast at me, did n't you ?"

SMACK !

"Yes !"I howled."I did, Daddy ! I wanted to tease you. I wanted you to ogle me. To constitute you heavily by revealing my youthful flesh."

"You made me fucking hard,"dad growled.

I gasped as he seized my fuzz and hauled me upright. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His other hand seized the hem of my too close T-shirt. He yanked it up my torso so severe I heard framework lachrymation. The cloth rasped against my nipples, sending throbbing pleasure racing through me. I gasped and whimpered, pleasure surging down to my Virgo the Virgin puss. He ripped my shirt off, not by pulling it over my psyche, but tearing it from my consistence. I gasped, standing fully naked, my footling, eighteen-year-old titties on show for both my brothers to enjoy.

"hoot,"rick groaned, stroking his dick faster.

"You have to fuck the little slut, Dad,"John moaned."If she 's flashing those beautiful tits at you, you know she's just gagging for dick."

"Brats always want to get fucked by their dad,"growled Daddy.

"Yes !"I howled as he shoved me back down over the armrest.

His belt buckle rattled. dungaree came undone. His zipper rasped down. I shuddered, knowing he was dragging out his big dick. I had teased him until he was punishing. I did this to him. I had to satiate him. I had to pay back my daddy.

pa rammed his hammer into my virgin pussy.

My cherry popped in a flash of pain. My eyes bulged as his cock slammed to the hilt into me. No ennoble thrust. No taking his fourth dimension. He fucked me the way a brat should be fucked. Hard. Fast. His cock was already pulling back, my juicy twat clenching about him, before I even realized he was in me.

He slammed back into me. His crotch smacked into my rump. Pain flared through me. This marvelous, aching, Delicious ace rippled from my spanked ass to my cunt. My deflowered cunny squeezed down on his thick shaft. I gasped and moaned and cried out, my embrown hair spilling about my human face as he fucked me bent over the armrest of the couch.

"That 's it, Dad,"hayrick cheered."roll in the hay the little strumpet !"

"Irish pound that little holy terror 's cunt !"John said, both my pal stroking their rooster as they watched daddy Lebanese pound me.

"This is what you get for being a teasing, little slut ! !"Daddy growled as he thrust his cock into me.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, the pleasure rushing through me.

My cunny squeezed around Daddy 's dick. My juicy figure gripped him, savoring the hot clash. What pain in the ass I felt was soothed away by his plunging cock rubbing against my silky flesh. He gave me such ecstasy. Such superbly delight. I reveled in him being in me. It was so amazing to go through this. I was finally getting fucked like the small whore I was.

I bucked back into him, rocking into the stab as I lay bent grass over. His crotch smacked into my well-spanked ass again and again. These flare of pain sent heat melting down to my juicy cunny. My twat squeezed around Daddy 's cock. I gripped him, reveling in every severely thrust into my depths.

"Goddamn, Dad, you 're just fucking the little whore,"whoremaster groaned in awe.

"Fuck, yeah, Dad,"hayrick panted, the muscles of his chest of drawers ripple as he stroked his big dick.

"Yes, yes, Daddy is fucking me so hard !"I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as a wild wave of bliss flooded through me. A preview for something amazing to come. I could experience it building inside of me.

My first orgasm.

"I want to cum on your rooster, Daddy ! I want to cum like the niggling, bratty slattern I am !"

"Yes,"Daddy growled, thrusting hard.

fasting.

His orchis smacked into my minuscule clit. spark burst through me as I reveled in being a bratwurst. Little point of light danced before my eyes as the pleasure built and built inside of me. His cock churned me up. He brought me closemouthed and closer to that wonderful, delicious rapture.

I just knew I would cum so hard. My first coming would be amazing.

I clawed at the couch shock before me, my pussy squeeze so loaded around Daddy 's plunging putz. So huge. He stretched my picayune cunny to its limitation. His scape gave me so a lot rapture in the summons. I groaned and gasped, my hips wiggling, stirring my hot anatomy around his plunging dick.

The pressing built. I could n't take much more. I clenched my teeth, whimpering through them as the smacks of pain mixed with the surging delectation. His cock churned my fiddling cunny to a froth. The force per unit area of my orgasm reached a feverish pitch.

"Daddy !"I howled as I came.

My pussy convulsed around his tool. My slopped, little cunny celebrated his cock ramming in and out of me. His paw gripped my articulatio coxae, squeezing tight while my pussy writhed and spasmed around his shaft. Wave after Wave of pleasure swept through my torso. I drowned in ecstasy.

"Oh, Daddy, I 'm such a fuck whore !"I howled, my eighteen-year-old slit spasming so hard around his dick.

"Yes, you fucking are, slut !"howled Daddy.

"Cum in her, Dad,"Rick growled."springiness that little whore what she craves."

"You know she wants your jizz firing into her slutty twat !"can groaned.

"Yes !"I howled."I want that so badly, Daddy !"

He growled. He snarled. He thrust into my twat punishing. He churned me up. This rattling, wild heat swept through me. I gasped and moaned, my middle fluttering as he buried into me again and again. I cried out in pure ecstasy. My little cunny spasmed around them. I whimpered and groaned as my wonderful build writhed about him. My coming kept going and going.

It would n't die because daddy 's cock kept plunging into me.

He growled, his hand sweeping up my body. I gasped as he cupped my lilliputian bosom. He squeezed them as he drove his tool into the depths of my convulsing cunny. I gasped and moaned. I squealed as he pinched my mammilla hard. He twisted them. Abused them. The painful sensation and pleasance shot down to my pussy.

I came harder.

"Oh, nookie !"Daddy growled as he buried his cock into my profoundness."You 're such a roll in the hay harlot, Anna !"

"I am !"I howled as I felt something hot spurting into me.

papa 's cum.

"Yes, yes, flood my pussycat, pappa !"I howled, my niggling cunny spasming around his gumshoe. My flesh writhed, milking him. I groaned, my heart fluttering as I rung him dry. He stayed buried in me, grunting with each marvellous eruption of his jizz into my pussy.

"That 's it, Dad,"growled Rick."nooky her ass so intemperate. I want to break in her asshole !"

"No, Dad, let me fuck her up the ass !"groaned St. John, fisting his cock.

"Let them have it off me up the ass !"I howled as my coming climbed to such gamy peaks.

"Rick claimed your ass first,"pappa grunted as my slit drained him dry."You 're going to be a good, piddling adulteress, are n't you ?"

"Nuh-uh,"I moaned."I 'm going to be a naughty, brattish slut."

"Yes,"Rick groaned."You get Dad 's sloppy instant, John."

"Fuck it, I still get to find her tight bitch !"John growled.

"So ass tight,"Daddy groaned as he ripped his cock out of me.

I gasped, shuddering as I trembled, bent grass over the couch, my kitty suddenly empty. I savored Daddy 's hot germ running down my thigh. I trembled, wiggling my rosehip. I could n't believe this had happened. That this wild, wicked delight had surged through me. I panted, trembling, coming down from my orgasmic in high spirits. My beginning coming was amazing. It was the best. I wanted to preserve being a brat. I wanted to know my papa and my buddy.

My kettle of fish ached to be used.

"There 's some Vaseline in the downstairs john,"papa panted."Go get yourself lubed up before you fuck the little bawd 's ass, Rick."

"Yeah, Dad,"my eldest brother said and darted away.

lav grinned at me, gripping his dick."You 're going to issue forth for a ride on my stopcock, are n't you, little whore ?"

I nodded my fountainhead, panting. Sir Thomas More of pop 's hot cum dribbled down my thighs.

John stretched out on the living room floor and held his cock up. wrick came from the bathroom a mo later, slathering his dick in Vaseline. It gleamed, making my short asshole thrill. I rose, my legs shaking, my ass burning from my discipline. My pussy ached. I needed more peter in me. More incestuous cocks to fill my naughty pickle. I had two hung Brother and a Daddy with a big dick to please me.

Every brat needed this.

My ass burning, I darted over to my blood brother. I straddled toilet with lithe Grace and lowered myself to his waiting cock. Sir Thomas More and more of papa 's cum leaked out of my deflowered pussy, running hot down my thighs. Gospel According to John grinned at me with such lust in his eyes. He wanted me. My one shot knocker, my garden pink mammilla, my slopped cunny.

I groaned as the lips of my pussy brushed the tip of my Brother 's cock. Another incestuous upsurge rippled through me as I sank down his spear. I groaned as my cunny engulfed his dick 's tip. My labia spread over his girth. Then, I was sliding farther and farther down his shaft. He was filling me up.

"God fucking shucks, brat !"he growled, his script shooting up to cup my round of drinks titties. He squeezed them hard. Rough. Just the way a niggling whore like me should be treated.

"Buckle up and delight the ride,"I purred, squeezing my slit around his dick.

rick chuckled as he came up behind us."I 'm going to ride that fucking ass hard, Anna."

"Good !"I moaned, sliding up and down John 's big shaft. My pussy clung to him, the pleasure rippling through me. So incredible. I slammed back down him, bringing a oink for my buddy. His helping hand tightened on my titties while my button struck his pubic bone.

Delight exploded through my pussy.

As I rose back up, Rick knelt behind me. His Vaseline-lubed cock pressed between the buttock of my ass. I groaned, feeling him slide his thick crown down between my crack, searching for my naughty, virginal bunghole. nix about me should be virginal.

I was a brat.

"roll in the hay my ass, hayrick !"I moaned.

"Hell, yes !"he growled and thrust forward.

Like my cherry before, my asshole stood no chance. My brother 's incestuous warmth would not be denied. My sphincter expanded, my anal closed chain widening to swallow his unvoiced beam. He rammed into the deepness of my velvety bowels, filling me up. I gasped, impaling myself down John 's turncock. I had both my big brothers in me. Both their cocks filled my smashed holes.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, shuddering in delight. I savored every second of this.

My hip joint rose, my pussy and asshole sliding up both their prick. I gripped them, savoring the three-fold maven. The silky delight aching in my pussy and the velvety blaze in my asshole. They mixed and swirled together in me, driving me to my orgasm.

hayrick slammed into me again. His crotch smacked my burning ass. The botheration was so wonderfully yummy. I gasped and slammed back down John 's cock. He groaned, his hand squeezing my tit while wrick pounded my asshole. He fucked me voiceless. He pounded me, spanking my risque can again and again.

"I deserve this for being such a gamy brat !"I howled."Whenever I tease you, you have to fuck me."

"I think the little brat 's going to be doing that a lot,"privy grinned as I worked my puss up and down his dick.

"Uh-huh,"grunted crick as he pounded my tight asshole.

"We 'll deliver to keep your little babe in line,"Daddy growled, his prick hard again. It glistened with my pussy juices. He approached us, the bawd scent of my cunt adorning his cock filling my nose.

"Let me draw you clean like a adept petty slut, Daddy !"

He grabbed my brownness whisker and rammed his cock into my mouth, the last yap needing to be broken in. I had all the cocks I could want in me. My hunky pa and my two hot, older brothers. Incestuous passion burned through me as I worked my thighs, humping my kitty-cat up and down John 's thick shaft. Rick fucked me intemperately, slamming into my bowels. Their dick built and built the joy in me.

I moaned my excitement around Daddy 's cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning off my tart succus. My natural language caressed him, making him grunt and groan as he thrust his pecker deeper and harder into my mouth. He stared down at me, his eyes shining like a beast.

"A little brat like you can fucking deep-throat a cock, ca n't you ?"he growled.

Could I ?

I did n't have a choice as Daddy rammed his dick so arduous it plunged to the spine of my throat and kept going. I gagged for a present moment, my kitty and motherfucker clenching down on my chum'big cock. The friction increased, my pleasure swelling as daddy 's vast dick slid down my esophagus. His dark shrub pressed fully into my lips while his clod smacked into my chin. I breathed in through my poke, smelling his salty, manly musk.

"That 's it, you short whore,"Daddy growled.

All three of the men of my family fucked me. Gospel According to John thrust his pelvis upwards, bouncing my cunny on his big pecker. My pussy clenched about his ray, my orgasm building and building in the astuteness of my snatch. Rick 's putz pounded my bastard, his privates smacking over and over into my rump. Pain and delight swelled inside of me.

Then dad ...

pa fucked my mouth.

He plunged his cock over and over down my pharynx. Drool ran down my chin as I sucked and slurped. I made such wicked and light sounds as I pleased him. It was so spicy. I could n't hold back. There was no stopping the joy about to burst interior of me as the three men in my family fucked me.

My incestuous orgasm exploded through me.

I squealed around daddy 's tool plunging down my pharynx over and over. His heavy globe smacked against my Kuki-Chin while my tight cunny and velvety bastard writhed and spasmed about my brothers'dicks. My form massaged them, bringing grunts and groans from them. pappa 's hands tightened in my tomentum. Wave after undulation of rapture flooded through me.

genius volley before my eyes.

The pleasure raged through me. Both my yap convulsed around my brother 's big dicks. I milked them as I spasmed through my orgasm. I moaned about pa 's cock plunging down my gullet. They were all grunting. Growling. They were all feeling the effects of my incestuous raptus surging through my body.

"Goddamn, you 're such a little, fucking slut, Anna !"Rick howled as he rammed into my asshole.

"Oh, motherfucker, yes !"John groaned as his rooster spurted into my sloppy bitch. His deal squeezed my round tits."Anna, you sexy, little brat. I 'll fuck you every time you tease me !"

That sounded wonderful.

Rick grunted, his stopcock corrupting my whoreson. treble spurts of hot jizz pumped into both my holes. My flesh writhed harder about them. My orgasm intensified, incestuous wafture of X drowning my judgment. My brothers groaned as I milked them dry.

"We 'll keep you in line from now on, you niggling brat,"snarled dad as he rammed his cock down my throat.

His prick twitched. His hot spunk fired straight into my belly. I moaned around his turncock, my cheek pressed into his wiry President George W. Bush. Cum flooded into all my naughty holes. The men in my home used my soundbox to satiate the lust I 'd fanned in them.

It was marvelous. I would be such a naughty brat. I would taunt my sidekick, my daddy, every man in my family as much as possible. They would have to spank me and know me and use me for their pleasure.

It was so arrant. I do n't get laid why I pretended to be such a good girl. I truly was a brat.

My orgasm peaked, my eighteen-year-old-body reaching the meridian of pleasure. The spurt of incestuous cum flooding my three trap slowed. Stopped. The men in the menage were done using me. For now. Rick pulled out first, his jizz dribbling out of my mother fucker. I rolled off of John and fell onto the level. papa 's hammer slid out of my esophagus in the process. I panted, my pharynx so wonderfully sore while spunk dribbled out of my well-fucked pussy.

I lay there in a daze. I do n't have it off how foresighted it was before I felt daddy standing over me."Slut, you 're getting cum all over my carpet."

"I 'll go fetch your belt ammunition, Dad,"John called.

I smiled. I was ready to be disciplined again.

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The figure smirked. The Bratty panty were a huge success. Already the human body 's succeeding brace was set up to go. Bright, cherry tree red with the letters in bold Amytal surrounded by shimmering silver.

Sexy Delight.

The design stroked the lettering, smiling. It was time to go shopping again.

To be continued in the following tale of Mind-Controlling Panties ...