Brat Stalker 5.1

“So this was your idea of discipline?” Darby returned to her line of questioning as Ono stood in the middle of the ring looking vaguely befuddled.

“It was some exercise, a little bit of training. It wasn’t my idea for her to throw herself into the furniture,” Ono replied defiantly.

Chase grinned, both at his description of her escape from the ring and the tone in his voice. She knew that tone all too well, that slightly sulky, sightly defensive tone. He was like a little boy in trouble with mommy and though he stood at well over 6 foot, his expression was one of juvenile guilt as Darby approached.

“I expected a proper punishment,” Darby replied. “If you cannot follow through with your responsibilities, I will follow through with you.”

Ono swallowed visibly. “What… what do you mean?” Chase’s eyes grew wide. She knew exactly what Darby was inferring, and even though he was playing dumb, it looked as though Ono knew exactly what she meant as well.
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There are apparently some things in this life worse than spanking. Who knew?

Brat Stalker 5.0

“You like beer?”

Chase didn’t like beer at all, but the ordeal of the past few days had her ready to leap at anything likely to alleviate stress.

“Yeah, thanks,” she took the offered bottle with a grateful smile at her rescuer.

They were in Ono’s quarters, which were similar to Chase’s, but had the benefit of being much more spacious and well appointed. Evidently working your way up through this place resulted in a few perks.

“You’ve earned it,” Ono winked as he spread out in a comfortable arm chair and took a swig from his own brew.

“I’ve earned something,” Chase said mournfully, picking at the label on her bottle. “Darby is going to kill me.”
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Have you been wondering what The Department might look like? I have. Here’s my representation, made using The Sims 3. Why? Because spanking stories invade every facet of my life. That’s why.

Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life...

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Hey there! You there! Why are you looking so down? You know what you need? Another update of Brat Stalker. That’s right. Another update. In your face with words, yo!

Brat Stalker 4.2

Data, data, streaming by before Chase’s glazed eyes. This was a new kind of tedium, a tedium tinged with pain and a deep home-sickness that Chase felt to her very bones. It had been but a few hours since Darby had taken her over her lap and unleashed a hell of a spanking on her backside. A few hours since Chase had learned that Darby really wasn’t bluffing about her new reality. She had meant every threatening word she’d ever uttered. That left Chase feeling scared and incredibly alone, even though she was surrounded by plenty of people, people who did their jobs obediently and without complaint. They may as well have been aliens for all the kinship Chase felt with them.

After having been forced back into the Data Center by an unrelenting Darby, Chase seethed silently to herself. Her tears had dried on her cheeks hours ago, but the feelings that surged through her body had not dissapated in the slightest, indeed they seemed to grow with every passing pixel that slid by on her screen.

She jabbed at the keyboard in front of her, flagging a suspicious node before it could escape the screen and get her in trouble. (more…)

Another update, so soon? Why yes Sappho’s Bratlings, just for you (And it’s a long one. Aren’t you all lucky that I have the sleep schedule of a migrating Tibetan Yak afflicted with ADHD.)

Brat Stalker 4.1

‘Black Jack… need a Black Jack’, Chase muttered to herself, frowning in deep concentration. Why was there never a Black Jack exposed when you needed one? Of course, last game it had been a 4 of hearts or diamonds that had stymied her plans for solitary domination. There was always something amiss, always something. How very like life, she mused as she hit the ‘New Game’ button.

Alas, the new game was not to be. A brawny arm reached around her, closed her game screen and before Chase could protest, she was squealing as she was yanked bodily out of her chair and slapped across the backside by her glowering supervisor. All the friendly goodwill was gone from his expression as he stood before her, his hands on his hips as he lectured her thoroughly.

“What do you think you are doing? Solitaire? Seriously?”

“I know,” Chase replied mournfully, “It’s a crap game, but it’s all you have on your systems here.”
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Okay, so, things have been up and down and all around lately, haven’t they? The forum is down for the moment due to technical issues, but to make it up to you, I’ve added a thread function that makes it possible to reply to specific comments. That should make commenting more fun and easier to follow!

Oh, and more Brat Stalker. More!

Brat Stalker 4.0

The days following her capture and incarceration were decidedly unpleasant for Chase. The work was hard and boring, and unlike in Chase’s previous role, there was no chance of slacking off to play video games. She found herself installed in the Data Center, which turned out to be a large, inexplicably hexagonal room with terminals ranged around its outer walls and similarly hexagonal command core in the center where serious faced fellows and ladies stared at screens of incomprehensible data and punched at keyboard keys with rapid fire strokes.

Her supervisor was a lanky middle aged man with a youthful dress sense that involved large amounts of t-shirts, jeans and leather accessories. His jet black hair fell to his shoulders, giving him a sort of mild mannered rock god feel to his persona that Chase found quite soothing after dealing with Agent Darby.
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Hi everybody! Time for a new installment of Brat Stalker, and also this little thank you note that I recorded for you all. There is thanks and wisdom in it. Real wisdom. Oh yes.

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Brat Stalker 3.3

For a moment, Chase sat in silence, digesting the information Darby had divulged. This was not at all what she had expected. She had expected to be fired, perhaps never to be employed by a government department again. To be told that she was slated for execution on suspicion of knowing too much, it was almost too surreal to believe. She wouldn’t have believed it at all if she had not woken up in this stark institutional room firmly in the grip of Agent Darby.

“You’ll start in Data tomorrow,” Agent Darby informed her crisply.

“What? I… What?”

“Data. It’s where you’ll be working.”

“I don’t want to work in Data. I don’t want to work for you.”

Darby arched a brow. “Did you miss the part where I informed you that this was no longer a matter of choice?”

Chase looked at her, dumbfounded. “I heard the part where you said it looked as though there was some kind of breach, but we know that there wasn’t now. So this should be the part where I go home, right?”

“It doesn’t work that way. Once you’re in, you’re in.”

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To make up for yesterday’s post, I can assure you all that I spent today arranging flowers, pondering Aztec poetry and visiting the elderly in an entirely responsible manner. And so to another part of B.R.A.T Stalker. Ladies, you might want to put down your needlepoint for this one. I wouldn’t want anyone pricking themselves irresponsibly.

B.R.A.T Stalker Ch.03.2

Chase kept her head in her hands. If she had to look at Agent Darby’s smug face, she didn’t know if she would be able to restrain her anger. It was pounding inside her, a palpable force threatening to push her over the line between civilized behavior and feral rage. She had to calm down. Nothing would be achieved this way. For the moment, Agent Darby held all the cards. The entire pack, including both Jokers and the nigh useless instructional card that told you how to play Texas Hold ‘Em.

“What do you want?” Chase said finally, once the red haze had begun to clear and her mind could conceive of doing something other than smacking the smile off Darby’s face.

“Oh, it’s not what I want. It’s what I must do,” Agent Darby said with a sigh that sounded false to Chase’s ears.

Chase gritted her teeth together and prayed that Darby would stop playing verbal games and get to the point. The vague, shadowy act was becoming tiresome.

“Initially, you were scheduled for cancellation. But we believe we may have some other uses for you after all,” Darby said, stalking slowly around the room with a predatory gait, her eyes never leaving Chase’s sullen form.

Chase frowned at the news. “For cancellation? You mean termination? You mean I was going to be fired?”

Agent Darby’s hazel gaze was cold. “No. I don’t mean termination. I mean cancellation.”
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Some people have been complaining about cliffhangers and whatnot lately, so I thought I’d put up a little bit of the next chapter for you all to read. It’s only a little bit, because it’s the weekend and I’ve been celebrating by learning that air-rifle pellets leave a mark when they ricochet back down the hallway if you miss the target. Skin’s not broken, so we’re all okay!

EDIT: To respond to the concerns of some readers, this was not in some reckless display of half-wittedness. This was in a new indoor range set up we’re tweaking at the moment, but which does involve proper equipment and protection. Hence nobody got hurt

Sapphos Brats does not condone the irresponsible use of pellet guns and recommends that somebody in the USA whip redbottomgirl’s behind for her misbehavior.

B.R.A.T Stalker Ch.03

Consciousness reached out, grabbed Chase by the front of a white shirt she was wearing (but which most certainly did not belong to her) and slapped her around a bit before letting her fall back on an uncomfortably thin mattress.

“What…” Chase didn’t bother to finish the thought. She knew it would be futile to ask what was going on. What was going on was so unequivocally strange that she considered it possible that she’d simply had some sort of mental break induced by sheer boredom and was even now sitting at home on her couch with half a corn chip sticking out of her mouth as she sat drooling at the wall imagining things.

Unfortunately, the reality of her situation was not as pleasant as that, something she discovered when she moved slightly and fell out of bed onto a cold, hard floor that smelled of citrus based cleaner. It was an unmistakable institutional smell and it told her unequivocally that she was still buried under a big mountain of trouble.
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There’s been a great deal of mayhem and naughtiness in the comments lately, and I must tell you all that I cannot stand for such blatant displays of brattery on this blog. This is after all, a place for decorum, curtsying and flower arrangements. If any of you would like to play the piano and walk about the room in order to display your figures to the other ladies, you should feel free to do so.

In other news, I have a little more of B.R.A.T stalker for you all. I am still in the process of writing those Finn books, the good news is that the first one is done and the second one is well on it’s way.

“Why did you flag those numbers?”

The words Chase had heard running through her head all night broke into her consciousness. Bright light assaulted her eyes as they fluttered open to gaze at the shiny boots of Agent Darby in which her tousled reflection was all too clear.

“Do you have someone lick your boots clean daily?” Chase queried as she sat up and tried to regain some form of composure. She had no idea what time of the day or night it was. The lights were still on as bright as before and there were no windows or clocks to mark the passing of time. Chase found herself regretting that she didn’t wear a watch. That and that she didn’t carry around a small pack of explosives for escaping overzealous government agents.

“No. But it’s an idea,” Agent Darby said, her lips quirking slightly at the corners as she visibly struggled to maintain her cold exterior in the face of Chase’s erratic sense of humor.

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