Brat Taming, Barefoot Style

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I don’t do brats.

I am not here to shame anyone else for their kinks, but bratting is something that confuses me. I can’t explain why but it makes me cross when I see it happening. It is a hard limit for me, a boundary that my friends don’t cross. I don’t consent to them behaving that way towards me so they don’t inflict it. It isn’t that I take myself (or kink) seriously. Quite the opposite. I just didn’t accept it when my children behaved that way, why would I accept it from a grown up?

One young lady that I am very privileged to call my friend is… Well, she is one of the brattiest brats that ever did brat. Her bad behaviour pushed the boundaries of those who enjoy submissives with that nature, so you can imagine my displeasure watching her at work.

This is the tale of how we became friends.

We had met at a local event earlier in the year (a story for another time) and our paths had crossed frequently as the year progressed. A mutual friend was getting married and we bonded over mocktails at the hen night. And when I ended things with DrS she fought my corner over the social media bitching that I didn’t see (because I had been blocked).

She had a new boyfriend, he was sadistic but they wanted him to learn some basic rope. She loved the look of rope, and he loved the idea of immobilising her and preventing her bratty outbursts. She approached me and asked if I would mind showing him the ropes. I was over the moon to be asked, sharing my passion with friends is always a joy. I was due to attend the next local rope munch after leaving CST and suggested they join me there. It would be good for him in particular to see others tying, plus there was space and hard points, cake and hot drinks. I also thought if my teaching style didn’t match his learning style there would be other people on hand to help explain.

This was my main worry? How silly of me!

I did a few ties on my own, and shared a reverse box tie with CC so she could get on and tie her toy, then I asked them to join me. I invited her to choose from a selection of ropes, and did my pre tie checks, taking extra care so he could see what I was doing. As soon as my focus was diverted to him, to talk him through my basic rope handling she started goading him and poking her tongue out at me. I stopped. Looked at her. Stepped back and asked “Would you like me to show him how to tie you up, or are you going to continue bratting?”

“Ooops, sorry” she looked at the floor, looked up and met my eyes, smiling gently. “I will stop. I just got excited” Fair enough, I thought, and after gagging her with a spare rope I continued. Working through the tie, him watching, her still, me talking through what I was doing. A nice little bubble of rope. Happy days. Once she was tied we discussed some questions he had and then I took the rope off. Together we hanked it, and then it was his turn.

As soon as he had the rope in his hand she started.

I thought he would deal with her, but he was trying so hard to focus on the rope. He did the first little bit and then she started poking him, with her finger and her words. How on earth is a person supposed to learn with that distraction going on? Even if it is part of their dynamic!

I could feel my blood boiling. Not only was she annoying the bejeezus out of me, but what if she distracted him so much that the tie didn’t stick and he lost all the safety knowledge. What would happen to her? To him? (Catastrophising is a very real thing for me) Time to intervene:

“Are you going to continue with this behaviour?”

Sassy shrug

“You can either stop, and I can show him how to tie you up properly, safely, like you want him to do. Or, you can continue as you are, and go and sit in the corner while I talk him through tying ME up.”

Pauses and ponders

It was at this point that I noticed the room was in silence, awaiting her decision.

Fortunately she decided to start behaving, and he got to grips with what they both wanted to learn. And, do you know something?

Three years of friendship, adventures and mischief later, and she hasn’t bratted me since.

Much to the surprise of many of our mutual friends in the kink scene.

4Thoughts

 

Brat Taming, Barefoot Style was first published on A Leap of Faith.

10 comments

    1. It feels like only yesterday, not almost 3 years. We must be due an evening of tie and dine again soon xx

  1. I also don’t understand bratting, and also like you am confused about seeing it in grownups. That being said, I’m sure I’ve had something close to a temper tantrum once or twice. Although I’ve learned that I’ll sit in the corner, bored for the day if I do….
    I think that was an excellent lesson for her, that you were trying to teach him to be safe (her safety being the forefront of your mind). And one I wish all submissives (and bottoms of all types) could learn. Bravo!

    1. It is interesting watching other dynamics where the couple thrive on bratting but intentionally behaving badly to get what I want seems disrespectful. Corner time seems like a good lesson to me, in the worst possible way.

      Safety is so important, isn’t it? I know i haven’t always been perfect when it comes to my own but I have learnt over the years, and I like to model that for others now.

  2. I have been told I am a brat! But i dont know if that is true lol. But as I dont really consider my self a submissive I am sure it doesn’t matter. Saying that I was strung up and whipped at length a few nights ago. So who knows what I am. Anyway I enjoyed reading this – it made me smile and that’s good!
    May xx

    1. Your comment has really made me smile too, thank you. I know labels are a sticky subject for me. I think you are “marvellous, mischievous May” and that’s got all the bases covered. N xx

  3. Like you, bratting is something I just don’t understand, and can’t tolerate. Oh, I do have my moments of mischief with Master T, but never IN a scene, and some of it is just a joke between us, even though I know others might look upon it as bratting. It’s not. I don’t tolerate it, and he definitely won’t. But, I LOVE that your firm words towards her made you become friends 🙂
    ~ Marie xox

    1. Moments of mischief are wonderful fun though, I’m not short of a sense of humour myself but time and a place.
      She is a beautiful soul, and it is an absolute joy being her friend. N x

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