“Why would I do it on purpose?” I asked, rubbing against Daddy. I could feel his cock swelling hard. It made my pussy so wet in my naughty panties.
John entered the living room. “Dad, she burst into my room to make 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!” John snarled. “You wanted to see it! You’re being a little brat!”
I gasped in mock outrage. “Daddy, I wouldn’t be a little brat. I’m your good girl.”
He stared down at me, his cheeks 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 little titties and the open fly of my short that let my pink panties peek out. My shorts hugged my crotch, my legs lithe and sexy.
“What are you wearing, Anna?”
“She’s dressed like a teasing, little brat!” growled John.
“Yeah,” Rick snarled. “You know what we have to do to brats, Dad.”
My eyes widened.
Daddy nodded.
“No, no, I’m not being a brat. Honest. I was just…” I struggled to find the words. “I mean… They got me wet with the orange juice. They’re the ones that should be punished. They were both masturbating. Rick in the shower, and John in his bedroom.”
“And?” Daddy grunted. “They’re young me. I’d be disappointed if they weren’t masturbating.”
My jaw dropped.
“You’ve been a teasing, little brat,” Daddy said, this dangerous 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 face down into the cushion. “No, no, Daddy!” I gasped. “Please, please, I’m a good girl.”
He snorted. “Dressed like this?”
I gasped as he ripped down my tight shorts, hauling them off of me with ease. He froze, seeing those glittering, gold letters printed across my tight ass. My pussy grew hotter. Wetter. I let out a wanton, little moan as I felt all three of them staring at me.
“Well, well, well,” Daddy said. “Someone is a little brat, isn’t she?”
“Yes,” I squeaked, my voice tight. Why was I so turned on? I was about to be spanked.
I gasped as Daddy yanked down my panties, exposing my pussy for both my brothers to see. My brown-furred muff was on display. They could see that my bush was soaked by my juices. 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 land. I trembled, surprised by how much I wanted this. I couldn’t help the little 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.
SMACK!
I gasped at the stinging pain radiating through my left butt-cheek. My rump clenched against the heat. The wicked hurt soared through me, my back arching while my pussy drank in the sensation. This euphoric bliss then melted through me. This wonderful, naughty delight. I couldn’t believe how much it made my virgin cunny ache.
“That’s it, Dad!” Rick hollered. “Whoop the little brat!”
SMACK!
I gasped as the second spank landed on my right butt-cheek. Both sides of my rump burned, the heat melting through me. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and hotter. My cunny absorbed the delight. The heat fanned my lust.
SMACK!
“You’ve been a little brat all morning,” growled Daddy, “haven’t you?”
I nodded. “I was, Daddy!”
SMACK!
“I jumped into John’s room on purpose!”
“You just wanted to see my cock, didn’t you, you little brat?” John growled.
SMACK!
“Yes!” I howled as the rapture soared through me. This wonderful, wicked heat burned into my cunt. Daddy was so strong. So powerful. He deserves to punish me for being such a mischievous, little brat.
SMACK!
“I bet you want to sneak a peek at my cock, too, didn’t you?” Rick spat. “Huh, you little brat?”
SMACK!
“Uh-huh!” I groaned, the pain burning across my rump. Daddy’s hand was so big. He covered so much of my rump in a single blow. It was incredible. I loved it. I savored it despite how much it hurt. Tears burned my eyes. The agony was about to consume me.
“I thought so,” Rick said. He moved into my vision and pulled his hand away from his hard cock. “This is what you want to see, huh?”
SMACK!
“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.
SMACK!
“You’re staring at your brother’s cock like a naughty, little slut,” Daddy growled.
SMACK!
“It’s just so fascinating!” I moaned. “So big!”
“Yeah, you want to see mine, too, little whore?” John asked as he unfastened his jeans. “I bet you didn’t get a good enough look when you burst in on me spanking it.”
SMACK!
The pain swept through me. I cried out in wordless agony that transformed into ecstasy. My virgin pussy clenched, my juices overflowing my bush then trickling down my thighs. I’d never been so hot. It was incredible. Why did this feel so amazing?
Because I was a brat? A little slut?
John’s dick appeared. Just as big as our brother’s. John’s hand pumped up and down his shaft, finishing what I interrupted. I licked my lips, my eyes flicking from one brother’s cock to the other. I let out such a wanton moan, my virgin cunny clenching.
SMACK!
“What a little fucking whore!” Daddy growled. “You said hi to me on purpose, didn’t you? You wanted to flash those titties at me, didn’t you?”
SMACK!
“Yes!” I howled. “I did, Daddy! I wanted to tease you. I wanted you to ogle me. To make you hard by revealing my youthful flesh.”
“You made me fucking hard,” Daddy growled.
I gasped as he seized my hair and hauled me upright. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His other hand seized the hem of my too tight t-shirt. He yanked it up my body so hard I heard fabric tearing. The cloth rasped against my nipples, sending throbbing delight racing through me. I gasped and whimpered, pleasure surging down to my virgin twat. He ripped my shirt off, not by pulling it over my head, but tearing it from my body. I gasped, standing fully naked, my little, eighteen-year-old titties on display for both my brothers to enjoy.
“Damn,” 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 daddies,” growled Daddy.
“Yes!” I howled as he shoved me back down over the armrest.
His belt buckle rattled. Jeans came undone. His zipper rasped down. I shuddered, knowing he was dragging out his big dick. I had teased him until he was hard. I did this to him. I had to satiate him. I had to pay back my daddy.
Daddy rammed his cock 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 gentle thrust. No taking his time. He fucked me the way a brat should be fucked. Hard. Fast. His cock was already pulling back, my juicy pussy clenching about him, before I even realized he was in me.