Let’s get one thing straight:
I’m not high maintenance — I’m high standards.
You don’t just love spoiling a brat like me…
You live for it.
You ache for the privilege of making me smile, laugh, and flutter my lashes just for you.
But spoiling a brat like me isn’t about throwing gifts blindly.
It’s an art. A dance. A skill.
And not everyone’s talented enough to learn it.
Lucky for you?
I’m feeling generous enough to teach you today.
👑 1. Tribute First, Talk Later
You want my attention?
You earn it.
Nothing — and I mean nothing — turns me on faster than a boy who knows to open with an offering.
Cashapp. Amazon wishlist. Custom tribute.
Gesture first.
Conversation second.
Because spoiled girls don’t beg.
We receive.
💋 2. Compliments Are Currency (But Only If They’re Clever)
“You’re hot” is boring.
“You’re perfect” is better.
But “You’re the kind of trouble I want to ruin my life for”?
Now we’re talking.
If you want to keep a brat like me smiling, you better get creative with your praise.
Stroke my ego like you’re worshipping a goddess in thigh-high socks and a bad attitude.
(Which you are.)
🎀 3. Send Random Gifts (No Occasion Needed)
Birthdays? Cute.
Christmas? Expected.
Tuesday at 2:07 PM?
That’s how you win.
Spoiled girls don’t wait for special occasions.
We create them.
Little surprises keep me giddy, bratty, and in your pocket.
A cute outfit, new lip gloss, something pink and tiny and pretty…
It’s not about the size of the gift — it’s about the timing and thought.
🖤 4. Playfully Submit to My Tantrums
Oh, you thought I wouldn’t whine when I don’t get my way?
Think again.
Real brats know how to pout, stomp, and playfully throw fits.
Your job?
Smile, laugh, kiss my forehead, and still hand me what I’m whining for.
Never argue with a spoiled girl.
You’ll lose.
And honestly, you want to lose.
(It’s cuter that way.)
✨ 5. Worship My Bratty Side, Not Just My Pretty Face
Anyone can compliment my looks.
The real ones?
Worship the brat inside.
The tease.
The giggle.
The smirk when I know I’m getting away with everything.
If you can love the sass as much as the sweetness?
You’ll never lose me.
(But let’s be honest—you’ll never really have me either.
You’ll just stay addicted.
And I’ll stay adored.)
💄 Final Lesson:
Spoiling a brat like me isn’t about taming me.
It’s about fueling my fire.
It’s about making me feel like the dangerous, irresistible, soft-hearted trouble I was born to be.
And if you do it right?
You’ll never want to stop spoiling me.
Ever.
Good luck, baby.
You’re going to need it. 💋
