How to Tame a Brat Pt. 05 by LindsayMurray,LindsayMurray

I had absolutely no idea what to expect from tonight. But after I’d finished my work that day at the clubhouse, I’d hopped on Discord and put a message out.

AndromedaPrincess – Anyone know Reuben Weston personally?

JazzMean – Nope. I stopped following him after that interview with Ludlow.

Mille

EzraMastermind – @bellababy and I met him once at a book signing. But no, we aren’t friends or anything. He seemed nice. Posts really good articles on his blog.

BrattyBee – I want to brat him just to see if I can piss him off. I think it would be funny.

AndromedaPrincess – Well, I’m having dinner with him tonight, I’ll let you guys know how it goes. P.s. @BrattyBee I did brat him yesterday and he gave me the best spanking of my life. 10/10 will brat again.

I knew I’d probably get a ton of messages after that, so I closed the app, excited to check it again tomorrow after my date and provide an update.

I also checked his social media page, and didn’t see anything very interesting. No photos or memes or anything, just occasional quotes or announcements about events, lectures, or demos he was doing. His most recent post simply said: My phone got destroyed this week. If you have my number, please text me with your name so I can restore my contact list.

He did have an Instagram where he posted photos of his meals, though. And damn, he looked like a good cook. It also appeared he really enjoyed eating out at fancy restaurants. There seemed to be quite a few posts talking about the interesting new restaurants he visited on his travels.

That evening, I asked Sophie for his address, since he hadn’t given it to me. I wasn’t sure how something so obvious could have slipped his mind, but… We were both a little distracted last time we spoke. Thinking about him spanking me made me blush and Sophie giggled.

“It’s really easy,” she said. “Just get on Sunset Lake Road and go all the way up the mountain. It’s about fifteen minutes, and his house is the only one for miles. It’s basically where the road ends.”

So I drove up Sunset Lake Road and arrived two minutes to six, telling myself the whole time that this was just a conversation, and we were just going to talk. Negotiate. Like good lifestylers. No spankings, no hooking up, and probably no bratting. Because I wasn’t dumb enough to brat him while we were talking through our needs and limits. I did have some respect for protocol.

I finally arrived at the top of the hill, and the road turned into a gravel path that led to the front of his house. It looked like an older home, a two-story, probably with a basement in the back because it was built into the side of the mountain. The outside was dark red brick, and there was a nice screened-in porch on the front with two chairs and a small glass table. I could totally envision us sitting on that porch in the summer evenings together.

Okay, dork, don’t get ahead of yourself.

I knocked loudly, but he didn’t answer right away, so after a minute, I knocked again. He finally appeared at the door, cocking his head at me. He looked confused as hell, and he finally opened the door.

“Alice?”

“Reuben.”

He crossed his arms, and studied me, not moving aside.

“I’m not late,” I said. “And I wore a dress. Just for you.” I gave him my best smile.

He continued to stare, looking confused. I was distracted by the smell of something rich, buttery, and savory wafting through the front door. “Whatever you’re cooking smells amazing.”

“Why… are you here?” he asked, sounding concerned.

“You… invited me to dinner?” I answered, mimicking his sentence.

“You blocked me, told me to fuck off.”

“Oh, I don’t have your number. I lost that piece of paper.”

His face fell, his bushy eyebrows knitting together.

“Actually that’s half the reason I was so pissed at you yesterday. After our time in the elevator, and then all those lines, and then… nothing. No checking in, no follow ups, zilch. Made me mad.” I shrugged. “So, you gonna let me in, or just stare at my tits all evening?”

Reuben opened and closed his mouth a few times, his expression turning horrified, and then dropped his face into his hand. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“Alice… I’ve been texting someone all week who I thought was you.”

Something he said clicked into place. You did literally ask for this. He wasn’t talking about Christmas.

“You’re joking.”

He stepped aside and let me in, and then pulled out his cell phone, handing it over. I saw he’d opened up a messaging app at the beginning of a conversation with someone who he’d saved in his phone as “little brat.”

-Sunday-

Reuben: I hope you didn’t reach out to me before just now, because if you did, I’ve lost everything on my old phone. Long story.

Little brat: Who is this?

Reuben: It’s Reuben Weston. Jake gave me your number.

Little brat: lol. I never understood why you’d name your kid after a sandwich.

Reuben: Me neither. By the time I had enough money to consider changing it, my name was pretty much plastered across the internet.

Little brat: so… we gonna talk about that video where you make that girl cum just by whispering to her? Cause… o.O

Reuben: You’ll get yours. We aren’t going there for a while. We have a lot to discuss.

Little brat: We can discuss you putting your head between my legs…

Reuben: we can discuss you getting a spanking if you keep talking like that.

Little brat: Oh. Oh really.

Reuben: if that’s what it takes to fix your attitude. Though I have some other ideas in mind that will probably be more effective. We both know you’d like it too much.

Little brat: I’ll take the spanking, please. Fuck.

Reuben: And here I thought I’d have to work a little harder to get you to beg and swear.

-Monday-

Reuben: I’ve had a change of plans; a big situation has come up in DC and I’ll be there for a few days, maybe all week. Let’s touch base in a few days?

Little brat: Yes sir!

Reuben: You don’t need to be calling me that right now, though I appreciate the sentiment

Little brat: I think you’d like it if I called you that.

Reuben: Where’d that bratty attitude go off too? Guess our conversation on Sunday was more effective than I expected.

Little brat: :p maybe I’m just looking forward to that spanking.

Reuben: …so am I… if you’re a good girl, I’ll make it good for you.

Little brat: Do I need a safe word?

Reuben: Always. We will never play without one.

Little brat: Okay… meatloaf.

Reuben: Out of pure curiosity, why meatloaf?

Little brat: Because it’s disgusting.

Reuben: Hm. You’ve never had my meatloaf.

Little brat: OMG you can give me your meatloaf!

Reuben: Bad girl… Just a spanking. No sex.

Little brat: You might change your mind…

Reuben: That’s now how I do things. We do what we agree to in advance, not in the heat of the moment. What do you need for aftercare?

Little brat: Lots of cuddles. And sex.

Reuben: Nice try. Cuddles I can work with. I’ll text you again in a few days.

-Thursday-

Reuben: Apologies. It’s been a long week. I’ll be back Saturday night, and hopefully can see you on Sunday.

Little brat: I’d like that.

Reuben: Are you going to be good for me?

Little brat: Of course. The very best.

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