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Devin tightens his hold on my hand as I tug and pull in the opposite direction, towards the cute little animal figurines that have a collection of different species. The adorable baby pandas are calling out to me. Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to even go in that general direction at the moment. Devin is on a mission to buy us snacks for the drive-in movie we're going to tonight, one I had virtually begged to see because it's a new animation that looks positively delightful and fun. Devin only agreed to it if I was good for an entire week, and did what I was supposed to. It was hard, but I did it. Now, my reward is happening and I want that baby panda. It reminds me of me, all thick at the bottom and thin at the top, like a round pear. I love it.

I whine, groan, and yank at his hand until he finally stops and turns to look down at me. Devin is the same height as Axel, six foot and I find it annoying because mostly everyone I know is somehow a giant compared to me or my shorter friends. My boyfriend doesn't give me time to set my case on why I need the panda, merely gripping the back of my neck and roughly forcing me down a random aisle that's empty. Halfheartedly, I struggle. He's riled up and I love it, it's amazing to be manhandled and Devin always puts just the right amount of force behind anything he does to make it pleasurable. Being turned and pinned to the shelf by a warm hand pressing at my throat sends a thrill along my nerves and I lean into the grip, which only makes Devin apply more strength to keep me glued to the metal.

He's staring down at me, unamused by my sudden bratty attitude. Hazel eyes are dark and his lips a slight frown. "I thought we agreed on not being a bad boy?"

"We did! But-" He doesn't let me continue, squeezing my neck gently enough to avoid hurting, yet giving an obvious message to stop my whine.

He gives a mock sound of surprise, his eyebrow raising. "You remember that? Then why is my good boy, being so bad?"

Huffing, I cry out like a child. "The panda! I want the little panda."

Devin crowds against me, his big, warm body pressing into mine. Having to tilt his head further down to look at me in my gray eyes. "And I said no. What's one of your rules?"

I pout. "Listen to Daddy."

He nods, hand sliding up cup my jaw, his fingers and thumb squeezing my cheeks. "Good. I told you no, you can't have the panda tonight. What response are you supposed to have to that?"

Sighing, I shift my feet. "Yes, Daddy."

"And what did you do?" He demands.

"Be a brat and make a scene." I sound like a kid in trouble, which feels accurate.

He hums, "And you know what Brats get when they don't listen?"

It comes out as a question, even knowing what the answer is. "Punishments?"

"That's right. Maybe our date to the movie can wait, since you want to have an attitude and throw little tantrums." He raises his eyebrow, tightening his hold on my jaw when I attempt to shake my head quickly in response to that.

"No! I was good! You said we could go if I was good!" It's a high whine and Devin shushes me, free hand wrapping around my lower back to pull us completely flush together.

"Baby, you're a smart boy. You know, just because we go to the movies today, doesn't mean you can stop being a good boy." He kisses my pouting lips with a calm smile. "I'll get you a panda some other time, okay? If you're good for your reward, meaning you listen and stop throwing little tantrums."

"But the panda is really cute and looks like me! It has my body, it's only fair I get one!" I'm pushing him, I know this, but I'm enjoying being scolded and corrected. Especially since we both know it's only a matter of time before I'll be bratty again.

We both love this. I enjoy being a brat and Devin enjoys handling me; it makes everything fun and challenging. I have moments where I listen to every demand he gives, yet most often, I work around what I'm supposed to. Brats are fun that way, making the Dominant work harder to tame us and getting them riled up is most of the fun. I love the funishments that come from it, as most Brats do. Being punished, yet not and never learning an excellent lesson. I know when I'm in serious trouble, Devin will make sure I understand what kind of punishment I'll be receiving based on how far I've pushed or not. He's never annoyed at me, not really, he'll act playfully annoyed at my actions. However, I'm aware he loves me finding loopholes and pressing against the limit of too much when I throw tantrums or act especially bratty.

Axel once called Devin a miracle worker for being able to make me behave, and stop being a brat for a limited time. This had been when we visited after Devin came home from a deployment, having been gone for three months that time. I had gone a bit overboard on riling my boyfriend up with being sassy and sexually teasing, bratty as I talked back; ignoring demands or requests he gave me and eventually went over the limit. I had received the punishment of harsh spankings with both his hand and a small thick paddle; he warned me I wouldn't be able to sit. Said that I broke too many rules at once over the time he was gone, and that I needed to understand that he's still my dominant that sets rules for me to listen to. My butt was bruised so bad I actually couldn't sit, had to lie on my sides or stomach and Devin had put a soothing cream on me. We went to Axels the next day, my friend offering to cook Devin an enormous meal to welcome him back home.

The dominants present; Axel, Seán and Lewis had a merry laugh and tease at the fact I couldn't sit on any hard furniture and had to use a pillow. Tommy and Zyon were much more sympathetic with my sore butt. Tommy mentioned that Lewis had done something similar to him, but had used a crop instead of a paddle. Zyon never got spanked so hard as to lose the ability to sit down, as he loves to please and doesn't enjoy breaking rules. Tommy and I will when bored, but Zyon accidentally breaks them and his Dominants take that into account when giving him punishments. Axel said Seán is the more aggressive one out of the two of them. Will make sure Zyon feels the punishment and has faint marks, yet never leaves enormous bruises as what my butt had. Axel has always been soft. He knows when to give out harsh punishments, however; he prefers the softer ones.

The only good that came from the teasing I got was that fact that Seán exposed Axel, asking why he was laughing and teasing me when he received the same fate not too long ago. Apparently, Axel had broken a pretty important rule that both he and Zyon have, Seán took his hand and a big paddle to my friend's ass and thighs hard and unforgivingly. Axel went red at the mention, shoving at Seán and yelping when he was pulled onto the Irishman's lap with Zyon. Tommy had playfully comforted him, patting the Switch's thigh - 'Happens to all of us, don't worry. Zyon will get there eventually. Welcome to the club.' That was a good day, teasing and laughing at my bruised butt aside.

I'll know when I push Devin too far and right now, he's nowhere near the limit. He's merely entertaining the both of us and attempting to get me to comply. Threatening to skip the movie is a good way, because I had been begging to see it and it's a reward for being so good. Taking it away would be a good show that tantrums and disobeying aren't allowed, even on the reward day. Rewards are great, yet they come with little rules as well. To get one, I need to be good for a certain amount of time. When the day comes, I need to be well behaved that day to avoid the reward being taken away. Devin nearly never takes my rewards away. I always receive one for being his good boy, or obeying. However, he had taken one. On the reward day, I broke rule after rule and after several warnings, Devin took my reward away as punishment. He allowed me to get the reward later on, though.

Devin squeezes my cheeks in retaliation for my cry of unfairness, eyes darker as he glances further down at my body. I'm chubby; having a small round tummy, thick thighs and soft, round butt, while my chest and torso from my ribs up are tiny and aren't at all like my bottom half. I'm essentially a walking pear. Devin loves my body though, he enjoys laying on or playing with my thighs. I'm always surprised with smacks on my butt, purely because he enjoys seeing it jiggle or bounce. He's able to pick me up, which he takes advantage of when I push at him, throwing me over his shoulder to deliver me to the bed. I'm happy he likes my body, because I could be considered fat for my height and the public tends to look down on bigger people. It's ridiculous, but sadly, that's how it is. I'm healthy and my doctor said I'm not overweight, merely fluffy in certain areas.

My boyfriend hums appreciatively, hand on my back sliding down to my butt and giving me a rough squeeze. Then he shakes his head. "Not tonight, Baby Boy. This is your only warning. Disregard my answer again and you'll be spending the night on rice in the corner. No movie."

My eyes go wide. I hate the rice time out, it's uncomfortable and boring. He mainly only does it when I'm bratting over something small, like a panda figurine. It's an effective threat to make me behave for about thirty minutes. I complain about it, yet it's not a limit for me. If it was, Devin wouldn't have me do it, he'd find something else. I know even if we don't go to the movie tonight, he'll take me some other time because he knows I am excited to see it.

Begrudgingly, I huff with another, bigger pout and stomp my foot just to be that extra of a brat. "Fine! You're a meanie, Daddy."

Devin smirks, not at all bothered by my attitude. He just kisses my pouting lips again and squeezes my butt. "Thank you, Baby. You can get whatever snack you want, only four. C'mon, it'll start soon."

Smiling happily, I snatch his hand and begin to drag him towards the snack aisles; thinking of Twizzlers and Nutella. Devin laughs, pulling me back into his arms to kiss at my neck and place his arm on my shoulder.

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The drive-in movie was great, the bright colors and the animations were fantastic and it was satisfying to watch. The characters were funny, and the little animal was absolutely adorable. Devin doesn't much like cartoonish animations like the one we watched, yet he paid attention and made comments to make me laugh. We cuddled in the passenger seat. Devin reclined it and let me sit on his lap while he leaned back with his arm around my waist to help balance me. I was allowed to eat chocolate and popcorn, Devin feeding me M&Ms and snowcaps.

It was a good night; I had a lot of fun. On the way home, Devin took me to an ice cream shop and bought me a tiny cone, giving me a handful of napkins in case it melted on me. Whenever it melted a little on my hand, I slowly licked it off just to tease. He always gave me a look, one that said he'd make me pay for trying to start something I know I can't finish. I kept doing it, wanting to get him riled up and give me a good tender soreness in the morning.

At home, he did exactly that. Picking me up, taking me to the couch, and fucking me long and hard. I wasn't given permission to cum until he took his own pleasure, releasing in and on me twice before he forced three orgasms from me, and one dry release. It was painful, the good kind where the pain and pleasure mix wonderfully. Devin is great at that. I have a small masochist streak; I like pain in certain ways and Devin is amazing at satisfying those. Being forced to cum or hold back is a pleasant way to moderate the amount of a lingering ache that blends well with the pleasure he brings. He doesn't always do it, but he's aware that I absolutely love it.

I was taken to the bedroom after he cleaned us of the mess we made; he cuddled me and gave me water to drink. Praising and calling me a good boy for being so good on our date, during him fucking me. The tv in our room was turned on, flicked to my favorite show; Wipeout. We laughed at all the failures and the falls people on the show took, and the host. Devin pet me through every rerun we watched, pulling me on his chest as he rested against the headboard. This kind of aftercare is my favorite, just snuggling and watching stupid shows.

Messing around in the living room is fun, because our apartment has floor to wall length windows that are nearly always uncovered. No one can see us, being on the top floor and all, but it gives a nice sort of thrill. Devin enjoys taking me on them; standing against one while lifting me up, dropping me down on his cock. We had almost gotten caught by a window washer, a person who cleans the outside of the window. Devin had forced me to cover our side, the inside, in shots of cum, then quickly brought down the electric curtains before the poor person could see us. We heard the pause they did when they saw the mess, and the attempt to see if it was on the outside or not.

It doesn't matter where we are in the apartment, Devin will find some surface to fuck me on. He has the most sexual appetite I've ever experienced from a guy, it's an issue sometimes when we're in public. In stores, he'll randomly press against my back and start teasing me or grind his cock into my spine, chuckling all evilly when I halfheartedly struggle to get him to stop. In traffic, he'll place his hand on my thigh and knead the fat there, then gradually work to my cock. Once, he gave me a rough hand job while we waited in rush hour. He had started and got me to the point of a release, then completely stopped and removed his hand. Laughing at my whines and pleas for him to let me cum. I love everything he gives and does, yet sometimes it's a bit much. Especially in a checkout line with an elder couple behind us.

Devin has me on a ten o'clock bedtime schedule, meaning I was up past my set bedtime since the movie started at Nine. Once the seventh episode of Wipeout went off, he turned the Tv and any lights off. I love sleeping against Devin, he's cuddly and warm, and being held is a nice comfort. However, on warmer nights, we sleep separately on our respective sides of the bed. It's warmer, but I cuddle up on his chest anyway tonight. He chuckles and holds me, pressing me tightly to him and petting my short raven hair.

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The next morning is peaceful. The sun is bright and there are no clouds in the blue sky; the bedroom is flooded with light when Devin wakes me up. He guides me through the routine we have; showering, brushing teeth and him helping me get breakfast ingredients. He isn't good at cooking; he tried before and nearly burned the kitchen down. When we discussed our relationship in a BDSM sense, we agreed I would cook for us and put it on the list of chores I'm supposed to do. I don't do certain ones without bratting, depending on my mood. He turns on the TV in the living room to watch the morning news as I finish on the eggs, and start making his breakfast burrito. He likes his breakfast in one big roll, with sizable pieces of bacon and ham, eggs and some crispy potato cuts I fried on the stove. I make myself a plate of the same ingredients, non-burritoed. Adding a small spoonful of gravy to mine; Devin dislikes gravy.

The news is boring, reporting another crime or gas prices, and Devin changes the channel once I hand him his burrito. He finds a crime show about women murders and why they kill their partners. We both enjoy the crime shows, theorizing why the murderers kill or what they'll do to get rid of the body. Devin is annoyingly good at guessing why the person kills, but he kisses me whenever I get close to what happened, so it's okay. We eat while we play the guessing game and I whine when Devin is correct as the woman on TV kills her husband for life insurance, to use to start a new life with her new boyfriend, leaving her children to grieve alone. Devin kisses my temple after he throws the paper towel he used as a plate away, sitting back on the couch and pulling me flush against his side with an arm over my shoulders.

It's an episode or two later when he mutes the Tv on a commercial and starts speaking, voice in the tone he uses when he speaks about work. Serious and matter-of-fact, "I have a case to investigate-"

"How long?" I know better than to interrupt him during him speaking, but I can't help it.

He's been home for a wonderful four months and I don't want him to leave again, even if I know he has orders to follow and can't just go against them. It's always upsetting when he leaves. I hate seeing him pack a bag and leave the apartment, or walking away from me at an airport. He calls whenever he can, and he texts at random bursts to reassure me he's okay. Yet it's lonely, depressing to know he'll be gone for months and I do not know where he is or what's happening. Axel, Tommy or Zyon get to know my sad thoughts when I let negative ones get to me. Sometimes, I wish he could just have a normal job such as an office worker or perhaps a police officer, just so he didn't have to leave for so long. However, he loves his job and I don't want him to have to choose between me and his passion, more than he already has to, at least.

Leaving is hard on him as well, after all. He doesn't enjoy seeing me upset over his deployments and I try not to show it too much, yet it's hard. The longest he was gone was five months and three weeks. He wasn't aware he'd gone so long, was told he'd be wherever for three months, tops. He couldn't tell me of the extended length, why I don't know, but he appeared in bed one morning after no communication. I sobbed, because I thought something had happened to him. He was visibly distressed at seeing me crying as hard as I was, apologizing repeatedly as he wiped my tears. I never want that to happen again.

Devin raises his eyebrow at me, not speaking or doing anything, merely waiting for me to apologize for cutting him off. I only comply to hear how long he needs to leave, otherwise I would've been a brat just to get a rise out of him. "Sorry, Daddy. I just wanna know how long to expect you to be gone for, this time."

"It's okay, Baby Boy. I understand." He kisses my lips, then continues. "I'm not leaving."

My eyebrows furrowed, happy yet also confused. "But- you just said-"

He smiles and squeezes me. "I know what I said. I'm supposed to investigate near Axel's house, staying in state."

I perk up and suddenly bounce up on my knees, he quickly interrupts me when I open my month. Amused with a smile as he holds my hips to keep me from falling. "Ah, ah, ah. You know I can't tell you."

I pout, but nod. I know that, no matter what, he can't fill me in. I'm curious though, what could be near our friends that the higher ups want to investigate? Surely nothing serious, it's all thick wood around their houses and countryside. I can't think of anything that would cause the Military to be interested in, unless they want soldiers to use the woods as some sort of training exercise and Devin needs to make sure it's a good place. That doesn't seem likely, it's all I can think of though.

"Since it's close to them, can I come? I'll stay with them and won't interrupt you! Can I?" Devin laughs at the eagerness of my questions and nods.

"Yeah, you can. Don't tell them why we're staying, if they let us. I can't go and spread what I'm doing."

Grinning, I kiss his lips and jump off the couch, running for my phone in the bedroom. Hearing Devin laugh as I shout over my shoulder. "I'll call Axel and ask!"