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AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: Brat Disciplined in Public

SUBTITLE: A short pseudoincest erotica story with mild BDSM, choking/leashing, and public play.

Copyright © 2024 T. A. BEAU

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WORD COUNT: 4,900 words

“Who’s excited for the train?” my mom asks.

“Me!” Cooper yells excitedly.

I try not to roll my eyes. I’d much rather be with my sorority sisters at the annual get-together. A rager in Miami sounds better than celebrating a four-year-old’s birthday on a train, but I promised him I’d be there. After Mom said none of his classmates agreed to come, there really was no option but to say yes.

“Then we better get you on the train,” I tease, scooping Cooper up in my arms.

He laughs excitedly. Some adults look over with mild interest until they see four-year-old Cooper in his birthday hat. His shirt has a train on it; he’s holding a little Thomas the Tank Engine. It’s safe to say he’s obsessed with trains.

Everyone in our family knows to get him trains no matter the holiday. If gifts are exchanged, he always gets trains and never gets less excited. Mom and I walk him through the walkway on the train. Cooper shares train facts with us-as best as a little kid can-until we find a place to set our things down.

Just one overnight train trip. I can do this for my brother, even if I don’t like the idea of being stuck on a train. It could be worse. Mom promised me up and down that it will just be the three of us. Cooper’s dad (my ex-stepdad) won’t be joining us. Thank the gods above.

As Cooper bounces on his bench-style seat, I realize this isn’t like the trains I remember my friends taking in college. This is a deluxe-style train, something more like the Orient Express (based on the movie, solely). That’s a perk on top of remembering I don’t have to deal with my stepdad barking orders and making fun impossible.

Cooper bounces again while chanting. “On a train. On a train. On a train.”

Mom starts talking to one of the crew members and the man comes over and offers Cooper a tour. He goes happily while I look at my messages from the girls. They all say they miss me, show me clips of the pool party I’m missing out on (hot guys included), and has me wallowing in frustration until Cooper returns with a big grin.

“Did you get to take tickets with the conductor?” I ask.

“I got to see the controls!” Cooper answers, bouncing again and again. “Birthday Train. Birthday Train. Birthday-”

“Don’t bounce on the seat, Coop. You’re in public,” a hard, unyielding voice says as a meaty hand comes down on Cooper’s small shoulder.

Cooper looks up and beams as the hand moves to his hair. “Daddy!”

“I know it’s your birthday, kiddo, but rules are rules,” my ex-stepdad says, barely softening his tone.

“Mason, he’s excited. Let him have a little fun. He’s not bothering anyone,” my mom chirps.

I glower at my mother. She promised-multiple times-that Mason wasn’t going to be here. I didn’t like him when he was my stepdad. The way he ruled over the house like it was some military base that always had to be spotless. I didn’t like being treated like some out-of-line soldier instead of a person. It was like he didn’t want to admit he left the military life-considering the chore charts, the rules, the curfews, the punishments, the fact he took my door when I was ‘being a brat’… I’ve been happier since he and Mom divorced seven months back.