Nanny's Bratty Remedy

Ryan's been living under their roof two weeks now, watching Hazel mouth off and roll her eyes like the rules don't touch her. Tonight the parents are gone and the house feels too quiet. Ryan grabs the strap-on from the bottom drawer, buckles it on, cold silicone swinging between her thighs, and heads upstairs. Hazel's on her bed scrolling, headphones in. Ryan yanks one earbud out. "Strip." Hazel laughs until she sees the look in Ryan's eyes, then the smirk dies. She peels off the cropped tee, the tiny shorts, the thong that's already damp. Ryan bends her over the edge of the mattress, wrists pinned behind her back. The first smack cracks loud. Hazel jerks, gasps, pink handprint blooming across pale skin. Ryan keeps them coming—steady, sharp—until Hazel's ass glows hot and her thighs shake. The brat's lip trembles, but her cunt's slick, dripping down the inside of her leg. Ryan slicks two fingers through that wetness and pushes one into Hazel's tight hole, works it open while Hazel whimpers into the sheets. She spits on the strap, lines the blunt head up, and shoves. Hazel cries out, body seizing, hole stretching around the thick toy. Ryan doesn't wait. She fucks her in short, brutal thrusts, the leather harness slapping Hazel's bruised cheeks with every stroke. Hazel's moans turn hoarse, greedy. Ryan reaches under her, rubs her swollen clit in tight circles until the girl clamps down and comes hard, whole body shuddering. Ryan stays buried deep, grinding the base against Hazel's clit, not stopping until she's shaking and used and finally, finally quiet.