Nanny's Bratty Remedy

Ryan Keely keeps house for the five of them. But the parents’ oldest girl, Hazel, is poison—smart mouth, rolling eyes, zero respect. They’ve told Ryan, flat out, to fix it any way she chooses. She tried grounding, chores, the stern look. Nothing stuck. So one night, when Hazel comes in late and smirks at another lecture, Ryan simply points to the edge of the bed and tells her to bare herself. Hazel scoffs, but obeys. Ryan’s palm cracks down on soft flesh, again and again, until the girl’s ass blushes crimson and her breathing stutters. Hazel’s anger curdles into whimpering, hips twitching. Ryan steps into the harness she keeps beneath her own dresser, coats the thick strap with spit and lube, and presses the blunt head against Hazel’s tight ring. She pushes inside, steady, relentless. Hazel gasps, claws the sheets, but Ryan holds her steady, each deliberate thrust punishing and possessive, fucking the brat into trembling, broken obedience.