Pathetic Excuse for a Boy/Melody's Enslavement (Part 1)
You should have seen this brat when his mother first dropped him off yesterday evening. before i first opened the door, i could hear him and his mother arguing on the front stoop.
Angel's New Life | Chapter 2
Mommy didn't think long about what to do with her thoroughly punished brat; she simply locked her back into the playpen.
Pj and Pete Missing Stories Chapter 3 -- DELETED SCENE
"wut did i say 'bout dad-ing me brat!" pete growled warningly. "do it!"
Seeds of Divinity, Ch 13
"making sure a spoiled rich brat doesn't go hungry in his obviously insufficient, lower class quarters?"
An Afternoon Off
He just didn't feel like getting hassled by the other coyotes about being an obnoxious brat again.
Virtues of the Man-Cub
Your name will be mowgli, just like that dumb little brat. that way…” the snake’s tail smacked the boy’s ass playfully. “every time i fuck you, i’ll be fucking that disrespectful little brat.” the boy – mowgli – nodded as he accepted his new name.
A Well Deserved Break
"such a needy brat..." harley said, shaking her head but clearly loving every moment of this. "well, you asked for it."
Pounding the Pillowbutt
His parents, his blue-collar father especially, thought it would be good learning for their stuck-up little brat to live and work on his brother's farm.
Pj and Pete chapter 13
Lucky for pj was spared too much attention, no one really interested in the pudgy little elf who took the memento pictures and wrangled the occasional spoiled brat back into line.
Cop Daddy
"the brat's moving out. want to come up and make another one? ;)" end
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