Brandon the Brat : Part 2

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*** From Part one

“Holy mother!!! OOOOWWWWWWWW” he yelps. I sit there for a second and then start pounding his sorely bruised ass. He is yelling with each thrust as I pelvis smacks his red hot cheeks. I pound harder as I get close and finally shoot my load inside him. I pull out, grab his arm, and lead him to the bedroom. I shove him to the bed, cover us both and then hold him as he calms down again.

“Tomorrow we are going to get your hair cut and buy you some tight white briefs as little boys wear.” I tell him as he just lays there.

For those of you who haven’t read part one Brandon was small in stature. He is 20 years old but extremely skinny and small. He stands about 5’ 4” and weighs maybe 110 lbs. I think his waist is only 27 inches. He has no signs of facial hair. He could pass for a young boy. This fits right into my plan.

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I wake early and look through the department store advertisements as I make breakfast. When it is almost done I go in the bedroom and wake Brandon up. I pull back the sheets to see his red/purplish cheeks. I shake him awake and tell him to get into the kitchen for breakfast. He gets up and starts looking for his clothes. I tell him not to bother, he is to eat in the buff. His head sags and he walks into the kitchen and sits down on the hard wood chair. I see that his butt has reminded him of what it went through last night by the expression on his face.

“So, are you going to let me stay?” He asks.
“Only if you to agree to the rules and the punishments if you fail to obey them.” I look at him in the eyes.
“I will.” He replies.

As we eat, he notices the open advertisements and sees what is circled.
“Are you serious?” he asks. You are going to make me wear Under roos?”
“I told you,” I say, “You have acted like a bratty nine year old and so that his how you are going to dress.”

We finish breakfast and he does the dishes still in the buff. I walk in, throw him his jeans and a t-shirt. “Where is my underwear?” He asks.

“We haven’t got it yet.” I reply. “You are not man enough to wear your boxer briefs so I trashed them.”
“I’m not going commando!” He exclaims.
“Either you do or I can go get you a pair of diapers from the drugstore.” I say.
“Fine. He sulks.

We go to the mall and we walk into the department store. I can tell he is still sore as his walk is somewhat hampered. We go to the little boys department and start looking through the underwear. I pick out “Sponge Bob” and “Yu Gi Oh” Under roos. We also go through and I pick him out some age appropriate t-shirts, shorts, pajamas, and pants. Next, we pick out age appropriate tube socks and shoes. Each of them is what a nine year old would wear. By the time we get to the check-out he is fuming.

“I can’t believe you are going to make me wear these!” He exclaims
“Deal with it young man!” I say. “Now get up there and tell the cashier that these are for you.”

He does so and the cashier gives him a funny look but goes on about her business. I find the nearest restroom and we enter. I reach in the bag, grab a pair of Sponge Bobs, a pair of shorts that I know will be a little tight, and a Yu Gi Oh t-shirt. I hand them to him and tell him to change. He hesitates but knows there is no point in arguing.

He comes out of the stall red faced and clearly upset. I grab him by the back of his neck and lead him out of the restroom. He walk in the mall and people glance and whisper as we walk. I take him to the barbershop and tell them he needs to have a haircut. I tell the barber that he is to get a butch cut.

Brandon whips his head to look at me and I give him a stern look. The transformation continues.
We walk out of the barbershop with him looking like a little boy. We walk to the truck and head home.

We get home and get everything unpacked. He isn’t happy at all and is slamming stuff down and sulking.
We take a break and he sits and reads the list of my rules that I have printed out.

Brandon’s rules

1. You aren’t allowed to dress yourself. I will dress you appropriately for every occasion. Pajamas when you sleep and the clothes we just purchased during the day.
2. You are not allowed to shower but must bath with my guidance every morning and night before bed.
3. You are to address every adult we encounter as ma’am and sir.
4. Since you have pretty much considered me as your “God-father” since you were younger, you are to address me as dad in every circumstance. Not by my name or anything else.
5. You have daily chores that you must complete.
6. If you continuously break these agreements, I will gladly get a babysitter while I am at work.
7. I will be shaving your genital areas and his armpits until I decided that you have proven that you are mature enough to have them.
8. Your bed time is 9:00P.M when you are good. Earlier if you misbehave.
9. You are no longer allowed to have contact with your old friends. If you do, it is under my supervision and you will still be required to wear the appropriate attire.

10. There will be no back-talking or cussing. You are to revert back to the way a nine year old is expected to treat adults and other people.
11. Since your educational experience was a failure we are going to school him again. Each day, while I am at work you will have a schedule that you are expected to follow. This will be similar to that of school and you will be expected to complete each assignment and study requirements to the T.
12. No television during the day.
13. No video games without my permission.
14. Your only online access is limited through parental control which is set up by me.
15. No cell phone, except to call me and for emergencies.

16. You will eat only what is prepared and no snacks except for water and fruit.
17. Failure to abide by any of these will result in punishment as I deem fit.

I pretty much make it clear that I own him as long as he chooses to stay in my house.

He finishes reading and wants to argue a few, well most of these rules. I tell him that this is the way it is going to be. If he doesn’t like it then he can hit the road. He finally accepts them and then asks about the other thing that happened last night. Meaning him getting fucked by me.

“What about it?” I ask.
“Is that going to happen a lot?” He blushes as he sits there.
“Do you want it to?” I ask trying not to seem too eager.
“Yeah, kinda.” He answers quickly, but maybe with a little more affection. I pull him close and hug him.

The next few days go by pretty much event free. But then he slacks on his school work and starts pushing the rules to breaking point. Finally he flat out refuses to complete an assignment. I grab him by his ear and lead him to the bedroom. I yank his shirt off and pull his pants down. He is standing there in his little boy underwear as I grab his old belt.

“Bend over and grab you ankles!” I command.
“Please, not the belt!” He begs.
“Do it!!” He bends over.

SNAP!!!!! “Owww!” SNAP!!!!! “OOWWW!! SNAP!!!!! “OOOWWWW” yells.

I grab the waistband of his underwear and pull them down to his ankles. “Step Out!” I tell him. He does as he shakes.
He gets back into position and the marks appear more obvious.

SNAP!!!!! SNAP!!!!! SNAP!!!!! The hits land on the lower sitting area! “OOOOWWWWW””
SNAP!!!!! SNAP!!!!! SNAP!!!!! SNAP!!!!! SNAP!!!!!
These across the upper thighs. “SSSSTTTOOOOPPPP” he wails as the tears start to flow. His cheeks are a dark red now.

SNAP!!!!! SNAP!!!!! SNAP!!!!! SNAP!!!!! SNAP!!!!!
SNAP!!!!! SNAP!!!!! SNAP!!!!! SNAP!!!!! SNAP!!!!!

These land on the cheeks and just above. “OOOOUUUUCCCCHHHH!!!!” He yells as he starts to tremble.
I grab his arm, sit on the bed, and pull him across my lap so his feet are barely touching. I grab the brush and continue as I alternate where it his.

SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!
“OOOOOWWWWWW STOP IT PLEASE OOOOOOOWWWWW!! He yells as he thrashes about,
SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!

All he can do is just wail now. He is trembling now. I drop the brush, pull him up and sit him on my leg. He is balling. “You have three more coming!” I say,” and these are with a switch!”
“NNNOOOO, PLEASE, dad!” He begs.

Stand up and bend over on the bed.” I say.
He is shaking as he does so. I swish the switch in the air a couple of times to install the fear that it is meant to.
CRACK!!!!!
“OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!” he wails

The next one goes diagonally from his upper right cheek to the lower left cheek.
CRACK!!!!!

He just flat out yells uncontrollably as his cheeks quiver and start showing the welts.
I change sides and hit the next one diagonally in the opposite direction to form and X.
CRACK!!!!!

Again he yells unintelligible screams out and cries.

I help him up and stand him in the corner. I tell him to stay there until I come get him. I let him stand there for a good thirty minutes and then come to get him. He his playing with himself and hard.

“So you are in the mood to play, huh?” I ask. I turn him around and grab his hard 6 inches. Slowly I stroke him as he just stands there. I bend down and take his cock in my mouth and suck him off until he is about to shoot his load. I stop, stand up, push him to his knees and stick my hard cock in his mouth. I face fuck him for a few and then I get him up and bend him over the bed. His ass is a nice shade of red with the X quite visible.

I lube up and penetrate his tight hole. He grunts as I push all the way in! Kissing his neck and groping his crotch, I waste no time and start fucking him hard. I show no mercy and continue to pound him until I know I am going to shoot. I pull out and push him to his knees. I grab my cock and jack until I blow my load all over his face.

I tell him to stay there as I go run the bath. I run luke warm water cause I know his ass will feel red hot. I lead him into the bathroom and proceed to shave his crotch and armpits. I help him in the tub and proceed to bath him as a nine year old would be bathed. I make sure to wash every part of his body and then rinse him off.

I dry him, dress him in his Scooby Doo pajama’s and put him to bed. I turn off all the lights and join him. It is only 8:30P.M, but I am tired. I cuddle up next to him as he says, “I love you dad!” “I love you to Brandon.” I say as I grab his crotch and we fall asleep.

Up Next: Brandon gets caught having his friend Josh over.