I'm gonna confess something to you. Gather thee close, and I will whisper it...
I too was once.........
a brat.
I flipflopped a bit on my preferences before I settled myself comfortably as a switch with a perfect little angel submissive side and gentle service top side. I went through many phases before this, though, and for a while I was quite the combative little warrior.
But I realized after a while, as I assume other brats do...that it never works out. You can try as hard as you like to have agency, to fight the affection, to make the bold claims against your partner, but all those protective layers exist for one reason only. To be broken down.
There's really no hiding from it. Everyone knows that underneath every tough, hardheaded brat is a good little sub who just wants to be found. The shell is made to be broken. Ending up good, dutiful, tamed...that's the goal, and everyone knows it.
It was fun while it lasted, and I'm certainly glad I went through that little phase, but eventually I learned my lesson. I'm a good boy, I like being a good boy, and there's just no hiding from it.
I'm an officially and totally tamed brat, and I love it!