Brat

By Harmony Fuller

Brat: A BDSM role of bratty submissive. Talks back, misbehaves, or is over wise difficult. Hazel.

Hazel has no respect for anyone, least of all her mother’s crown. That’s why the Queen has called me back to the castle. Back to Hazel. No man or woman can stand up to the might of a dragon, and this little brat is no different.

The princess thinks she’s being cute when she commands me to punish a commoner. The rest of the city sees a woman disciplining another woman, but as Hazel watches she sees her future.

To me she is no princess, she is a wild thing that needs discipline. Discipline that she will find over my knee. I am not here simply to punish the princess - I am here to tame Hazel.

• Language: English
• Publisher: DrunkFlamingoPublishing
• Release date: Nov 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005073596

Harmony Fuller

Writer, gaming enthusiast, foodie, and lover of all things Lesbian, Gender Swap, & Futa are just a few things that describe Harmony Fuller. With a passion for Science Fiction and Fantasy, you are more likely to find her sexy heroines in a dragons lair than a corporate office.She is currently writing part time in Southern California but hopes to one day move back to her farm in the heartlands and write full time.

Book preview

Chapter One

Hazel’s chest heaved as she scanned the sky once more. There were only a handful of minutes more before this week's public airing of hardships, and the pale blue of the morning sky was clear. No clouds. No mists. No dragons.

Turning, she sighed again as her stomach knotted in a mixture of disappointment and relief. Maybe she wouldn’t come? Her mother had threatened to call her, but Hazel had been on her best behavior… It wasn’t her fault that her best behavior sometimes resulted in beheadings in the square.

If the people don’t want the possibility of my justice, they shouldn’t come looking for it. She said, glancing at herself smugly in the mirror. Her already tight corset was pulled down, showing off more cleavage than a princess ought to show, but who cared? If the she-dragon didn’t show up, then there was no one to stop her.

Twirling happily in a skirt that stopped just below the curve of her ass, she turned, heading towards the doorway. The heavy oak creaked open as she skipped through, slamming directly into a solid wall of muscle. A wall that grunted as she rebounded away. She would have fallen had a hand not reached out to grasp her wrist, pulling her back to her feet.

Where do you think you are going dressed like that? That voice sent a spike of nervous excitement directly to her core.

Hazel slowly raised her eyes until she was staring up at the face of her dragon. Even in her human form, Sol was immense and Hazel couldn’t help but smirk at the way the shifter's emerald eyes danced over her body, taking in every detail of the slutty little outfit she wore.

You’re late. Hazel stated, drawing herself up to her full height. She still had to tilt her head up to look at Sol, but it got her message across.

On the contrary-I am right on time. Had I known I needed to be here earlier to ensure your proper attire, I would have been. That is my fault for thinking you were going to behave. The dragon pulled her close, leaning to whisper down in her ear, Next week I will be here at dawn. I expect you to be bathed and naked with your choice of attire on the bed. For every piece I disagree with, five spanks. Understood?

Excitement turned into smoldering desire as the shifter spoke, and Hazel swallowed as she nodded. Still—they didn’t have time for all that now, so there was nothing the dragon could do about today's outfit. Do my socks have to go up to my knees to cover sufficiently? She asked in the most innocent voice