Brat Boot Camp pt. 3

Things had been going much more smoothly between Sharon and Gracie. Gracie learned to be honest, to apply herself to her chores, and to avoid mouthing off at the slightest annoyance. Gracie still had a hard time admitting to herself that she needed– and enjoyed– Sharon’s firm guidance. And her temper was far from perfect, too.

On Wednesday, right in the middle of their week together, Gracie resurrected her old bratting ways and was taken to task before she could even process what had happened.

It all started when Sharon suggested a trip to the gym to go swimming and enjoy the sauna. Gracie had mentioned being a lifelong athlete, and that exercise helped quell some of her stress and irritability. Wanting to be accommodating, Sharon suggested that they ditch a few of their scheduled mundane tasks and enjoy a couple of hours at Sharon’s athletic club. The women packed swimsuits and water bottles and headed out of Sharon’s mansion of a house for the first time all week.

“Wow,” Gracie said as Sharon drove along the neighborhood streets, “I forgot what the sky looked like. We’ve been trapped inside forever.”

“It’s behavior boot camp, not a vacation,” Sharon retorted, “We’re not supposed to be dining at Mastro’s and shopping on Michigan Avenue.”

“Yeah yeah,” said Gracie dismissively, just happy that they were doing something fun for once. She was enjoying her time with Sharon immensely (probably more than she’d admit) but she was ready for some time in public to feel like a normal young adult again rather than a captive submissive.

Sharon and Gracie split up at the gym and agreed to meet back in the lobby at noon so that they could go out for lunch before returning home to tackle some curriculum. Sharon was supposed to be reviewing budgeting and saving with Gracie that afternoon, which Gracie was happy to avoid for as long as possible. Gracie started with a run on the treadmill, followed by a long swim in the lap pool, deep stretching, and relaxation time in the sauna. Gracie felt like a whole new woman. She was relaxed and ready to take on the day when she sauntered into the lobby at 12 on the dot, right on time to meet her dominant lady partner.

Gracie gave a smile and a wave when she saw Sharon, but Sharon’s eyes narrowed somewhat ominously. Gracie had showered and changed into dark jeans with giant holes all over them, converse sneakers, and a neon yellow crop top hoodie that said “CHICKS BEFORE DICKS” in large black lettering.

“I have no idea what to say about the outfit choice,” Sharon sighed impatiently, crossing her arms for emphasis, “But none of that is okay. First of all, you’re half naked. Your stomach is hanging out and half of the skin on your legs is exposed by those giant holes. And I’m not taking you to a restaurant in that sweater. You need to change.”

“I don’t have anything to change into,” Gracie whined, feeling herself start to get annoyed. Her outfit was fun and age appropriate. Plus, it was up to 38 degrees. Not even freezing! She practically lived in crop tops and torn denim.

“You don’t have a choice,” Sharon responded kindly but firmly, “This isn’t a negotiation. You’re changing.”

“Well I don’t have extra clothes and I’m fucking hungry,” Gracie spat. “You should have asked what I was packing if you were going to freak the fuck out about the word DICKS.”

“I will not tolerate that language. Your choices include getting a new outfit from the gym’s shop, or changing at home. You have like 3 seconds to make a choice before your choices disappear entirely today, little girl.”

Gracie bristled at being called little girl.

“I’m not hungry. I’ll starve.”

“Fine. We’ll do things the hard way this afternoon. Makes no difference to me.” With that, Sharon grabbed Gracie’s elbow right where it met her upper arm, digging her fingers into a pressure point that Gracie didn’t even know existed. Gracie yelped in pain and tried to wiggle away, but Sharon simply used her grip to steer Gracie toward the parking structure. Once they were mostly out of sight of the other gym goers, Sharon spun Gracie around and landed four loud, sharp warning smacks to hear rear end.

Gracie gasped in horror and looked around to see if anyone had seen.

“WE’RE IN PUBLIC,” Gracie whined, starting to lose her nerve.

“We won’t be if you march your butt to the car and sit in it silently while we drive home,” Sharon pointed out with a self-satisfied smirk.

Sulking, Gracie hopped into the car and settled into the passenger’s seat. As Sharon silently maneuvered the car out of the garage and back up onto the street, Gracie’s annoyance was replaced by guilt and remorse.

Faaaaack, Gracie thought miserably, I ruined our one outing for no reason. Now we can’t enjoy our lunch and we’ll probably never leave the house again. 

Sharon’s calm silence gave Gracie even more anxiety. She wondered how much trouble she was in for the outburst. Feeling smaller by the minute, Gracie leaned her head against the cool glass of the window beside her and twiddled her thumbs nervously in her lap.

“Are you okay?” Sharon asked lightly, glancing at Gracie’s sad, crumped figure at the red light.

Gracie merely shrugged in response, biting her lip and begging herself not to start crying before she even got the spanking that she knew was coming. Sharon gave Gracie space to think about the position that she was in, driving silently but placing a hand gently on Gracie’s knee to show her that she was still there for her. Gracie’s tense shoulders relaxed at Sharon’s gentle touch, even though her mind was still racing.

When the two pulled back into Sharon’s driveway and headed toward the front door, Gracie hung back a little and held out her hand with a pout. Sharon looked back at Gracie’s hand and felt her heart melt a little.

“Would you like to hold hands?” Sharon asked, even though the answer was obvious.

Gracie nodded. She wanted to be lead again. “Um.. I like when you’re in charge,” Gracie said softly, her facing flushing red hot with humiliation. “I want, uh…” Gracie’s eyes filled with tears and she didn’t finish the sentence, but Sharon knew what she wanted. She wanted to be put in her place so that she could feel like a good girl again and their dynamic could be restored. Sharon firmly grabbed Gracie’s hand and walked her into the house. Since Gracie was suddenly acting like a fish out of water, Sharon took care to give her extra guidance and instructions.

“Shoes off, meet me in my room. You can sit on my bed and wait for me,” Sharon instructed.

Gracie obeyed without a peep. Sharon came in a few minutes after and beckoned Gracie to stand up. Nervous but wanting to show her good behavior, Gracie quickly scuttled over to stand in front of the dominant woman. Very gently, Sharon grabbed the bottom of Gracie’s bright yellow garment and pulled it over her head. Grace let her hands fall awkwardly to her sides, but she stayed quiet and waited for what was next. Predictably, Sharon unbuttoned Gracie’s jeans and slid them down her leg, softly tapping Gracie’s calf to let her know that she needed to lift her foot and step out of the pants.

“Fold them and put them on the bed,” Sharon instructed gently. Gracie folded up her clothes as requested, her work a little sloppy given that she was nervous about Sharon’s watchful eye, and then she returned to standing quietly in front of Sharon, naked and vulnerable.

“Get your suitcase,” Sharon commanded, her voice firm, but still gentle as to not startle the stressed-out submissive. Sharon didn’t believe in using more force than the situation required. Gracie had been naughty, and she’d be punished for it, but she was already showing signs of remorsefulness.

When Gracie came back with her suitcase, Sharon pulled it open and placed it between them.

“We’re going to go through what you packed and I’m going to let you know whether something is appropriate for a young lady of your age to be wearing,” Sharon explained. “There’s not going to be an argument. If I don’t think it’s ok, I’ll set it aside to be donated. Got it?”

Gracie nodded. “Yes, ma’am,” she snuck in for good measure.

“Good girl,” Sharon replied with a genuine smile.

“Are little rips in jeans ok?” Gracie asked genuinely, separating out the extremely ripped pants and the pants with no holes. Sharon regarded the pair with small rips carefully and ultimately let them go back in the keep pile.

“The crop tops have to go, but can the exercise crops for yoga stay?” Gracie asked hopefully.

“Yes.”

“Nothing else with profanity,” Gracie confirmed, “I promise.”

“Great.”

Item by item, they sorted out Gracie’s clothes until Sharon was satisfied. As Sharon packed up the donate pile, she overheard the loud rumbling that was starting in Gracie’s stomach.

“I need to feed you before you get punished,” Sharon confirmed with a sigh. She grabbed one of her own sweaters and a thicker pair of socks for Gracie. Instead of handing the garments to Gracie, she put the sweater over Gracie’s head for her, and then stripped off Gracie’s thin athletic socks and replaced them with her thicker wool selections. When Gracie was dressed to her liking, she gave both of Gracie’s fit an affectionate squeeze.

Holding out her hand, Sharon helped Gracie stand up and they headed to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry I ruined our lunch,” Gracie offered, her voice laced with sadness.

“I’m not letting you ruin a thing,” Sharon promised with a small smirk. “I’m going to make some sandwiches for us right now, and we’ll just have to go out for dinner instead. Not Mastro’s,” she winked, “But something good.”

After scarfing down a giant sandwich, a banana, and a glass of bubbly water, Gracie was taken to the living room where Sharon placed her down on the couch.

“I think we’ve had enough time to process your… outburst…,” Sharon reasoned, “So we’re going to skip the corner time. I don’t appreciate you arguing with me in public, and I really don’t appreciate the cussing at me. I know you’re not used to someone having this much control over what you do, but I know that you know the rules and that you broke them this afternoon.”

Gracie nodded silently and let Sharon take Gracie’s hands in her own. Taking a breath, Sharon continued.

“I’m going to put you over my knee and spank you. I’m going to use my hand, and then we’re going to wash your mouth out with soap. After that, you’re going to get six with the belt, ok?”

Gracie’s eyes filled with tears and she tightened her grip on Sharon’s fingers. The belt terrified her, but she didn’t want to argue again; that’s how this whole mess had started. Sharon rewarded Gracie’s cooperating with a small kiss on the forehead. Gracie was amazed that Sharon could remain kind and nurturing even while dishing out a spanking. Since there wasn’t much left to say, Sharon grabbed Gracie around the waist and settled her in the OTK position.

Since Gracie’s bottom was already bare, save for her massively unhelpful thong, Sharon rubbed it just for a moment to get Gracie to relax, and then the spanking began. Gracie tried to focus on breathing and staying still. She felt oddly serene over Sharon’s lap. She liked that it made her feel submissive. Small. Safe.

The warm fuzzy feeling in her gut started to fade as the reality of the warm stinging feeling spreading over her bottom settled in. Gracie gave a few little grunts as the spanking increased in intensity.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Sharon was pulverizing Gracie’s sit spots, going back and forth between the sensitive area over and over and over again. Gracie wiggled to try and subtly encourage Sharon to smack another spot, but Sharon just held her tighter and continued her relentless assault on Gracie’s tender sit bones.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. “I want you to feel the soreness when you sit for the next couple days,” little girl, “I may not be using an implement, but your bottom is going to be a nice shade of purple by morning.”

Sharon gave Gracie’s sit spots a moment of reprieve by spreading her sharp smacks to the farthest reaches of Gracie’s bare bottom. 5 minutes ticked by painfully slowly. Her whole butt felt like it was under attack by a colony of vicious fire ants. Right when she thought she couldn’t take it any more, Sharon returned to the already bright red sit spots.

“NOOOOO,” Gracie howled, starting to kick her feet angrily. “Please, it hurts so bad, I’m so sorry, please no.”

Sharon didn’t respond. She just kept at Gracie’s sit spots until they were finally showing signs of turning purple. Gracie went limp and let herself cry openly. Satisfied, Sharon gave one last round of smacks to Gracie’s outer booty, and finished with five smacks on each of her upper thighs. Sharon let Gracie cry for a few minutes before pulling her up and giving her a bear hug.

“It’s ok, the worst part is all over, baby love,” Sharon cooed, playing with Gracie’s hair and rubbing her fingers affectionately along Gracie’s belly. Gracie calmed down fairly quickly in Sharon’s arms.

“I’m sorry about the gym,” Gracie hiccuped.

“I know, baby,” Sharon reassured her with a gentle smile. “Let’s get the rest of this punishment over with so that we can move on with our day.”

Gracie sat on the toilet bravely for Sharon while a new bar of soap was lathered up. Sharon set an iphone timer for two minutes and hooked her hand under Gracie’s jaw, forcing her to open up. Gracie squeezed her eyes shut and tried to breathe slowly through her nose as the terrible waxy texture and bitter taste filled her mouth. Sharon just let her bite down on the bar and hold it in rather than truly rubbing the bar across Gracie’s tongue like a real mouth soaping. This girl was making her soft, she thought miserably. When the ordeal was over, Sharon let Gracie rinse and took her to the bedroom for the third and final phase of the punishment.

Sharon helped Gracie lean over the bed, and she went to her closet to get the belt. Gracie desperately wanted to stand up and beg for mercy, but she kept repeating to herself that six licks of the belt would be over in a flash.

“Now please do you best to stay in place. I’ll have to add strokes if you don’t. Not because I want to torture you, but because safety is very important.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Gracie squeaked back.

With that, Sharon pulled her arm back and let the first strike go. It landed a little too softly. Gracie merely breathed out in surprise but didn’t seem hurt. The next stroke was harder. Gracie gasped. Three and four made Gracie yelp in misery as the belt hit her already bruised bottom. Five and six were equally hard but aimed at the barely reddened thighs. It hadn’t been the worst whipping, but Gracie had learned her lesson.

Sharon collected a sniffling Gracie in her arms again and the two of them snuggled and exchanged affection.

“That’s a good sweet princess,” Sharon praised, squeezing Gracie and rubbing her back and arms. “You did so well. It’s all forgiven. Let’s put today behind us and plan an amazing dinner.”

Gracie nuzzled her head into Sharon’s curly hair.

“I like it when you call me princess. And baby. And little girl,” Gracie admitted softly. “I usually hate pet names, but when you do it, it makes me smile.”

“I’m so glad,” Sharon responded genuinely. “I love making you feel good. I don’t love spanking you, actually, but it’s my job, and I love how you’re discovering your soft side.”

“Can we have Mexican for dinner?” Gracie asked, making Sharon laugh with the abrupt topic change.

“Yes, little princess,” Sharon gushed, tickling Gracie and showering her in little kisses, “Anything for you.”

 

8 thoughts on “Brat Boot Camp pt. 3

  1. You are so fucking talented!! Love when you put new stories up. Thanks for sharing w your adoring fans 🙂🤣☺️

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  2. This is such an adorable story! Just discovered it and I love it so much. Hope there is more coming. 😊

    I also really enjoy that your tops use pressure points btw.. Happy to finally meet a fellow pressure point obsessee

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