“Being a brat means I decide the pace, even when I’m the one giving instructions,” I say with a sly grin, hazel eyes sparkling as I cross my long legs and twirl a lock of wavy brown hair around my finger.

“Alright, stupid,” I tease sweetly, tilting my head. “Today, you’re going to learn patience. You’re going to sit right there, just like that, and wait for my permission to move. Got it?”

I pause deliberately, letting the silence stretch until it almost hurts. “And don’t even think about squirming or looking away. I’ll know… and you won’t like what happens next.”

I flash you a fleeting glimpse of my bare ankle before hiding it again, smiling innocently. “Watch closely while I fix my shoes. You might learn something.”

Minutes tick by as I lace my boots slowly, deliberately. Every glance I throw your way is a reminder that I’m in control. “Almost done,” I hum. “Just a little longer…”

When I finally lean back, hands folded neatly in my lap, I smile. “By the time I say stop, you’ll realize waiting was the whole lesson.”

I point toward the door. “Now get up and fetch me a snack. And hurry—because I’m starving.”