Finding Submission (Service & Submission Book 1) (11 page)

“Yes, Sir.”

Guiding her with his hands on her hips, he said to her, “Keep your hands on the floor, and your toes on the floor behind you. You’re allowed to cry, but you won’t scream. You willingly broke the rules and expectations set for you today and you will — just as willingly — take your punishment like a grown woman. I intend for it to hurt, and to hurt a lot — you’ll remember this for a while, I assure you.

She felt his hand pull away from her bottom, and before she could brace herself, he swatted her bottom, hard. It was much harder than he had spanked her yesterday.

“Ow! Holy hell! That really hurt!” Avery tried reaching her hand behind her to rub her bottom.

“Uh-uh, I said to keep your hands on the floor!” To reinforce his command, he swatted each cheek twice. “Do you think you can keep your hands on the floor now, or should I bind them together behind your back?” He rubbed her bottom as he asked the question.

She looked over her shoulder at him in shock. “What? Did you just tell me that you would bind my hands?”

“Yes. Yes, I did. If you cannot keep them on the floor as instructed, I can help you comply with my demands.”

Avery wasn’t really sure how to even react to that.

Bind them? Bind them with what? Where? How?

“What would you use to bind my hands?” Avery asked.

Preston’s finger roamed as he talked. Sliding his finger over the swollen labia, her sex clenched, her hips rolling, her body betraying her once again. How could she react like this in the middle of a painful spanking?

He inserted his finger into her. “You’re so wet, Avery. I think you enjoy discipline, girl. I can feel you clenching around my finger. You can’t orgasm yet, sweetie. We have the rest of your spanking to take care of first.”

Avery groaned in disappointment as his fingers left her channel, her body still thrumming with desire.

“You asked how and with what I would bind your hands. I have a length of silk that I can use to bind your wrists together. It’s more forgiving on your wrists than handcuffs—“

“Handcuffs? Are you fucking kidding me? What do—“

Avery cried out as several fast, hard slaps landed on her bottom.

“You were told swearing wasn’t allowed. I’ve told you several times in the past twenty-four hours that I won’t tolerate you saying that word in this house. Do you think you can understand that now?” Avery was holding her breath, kicking uncontrollably as she’d been spanked. Her bottom was on fire, and she clenched her teeth to keep from shouting or crying.

“Okay, girl, do you think you can keep your hands on the floor? Or do you want me to help you?” Preston’s soft hand gently stroked her scorched bottom, and Avery struggled not to rub her clit against his thigh. As it was, his pants felt moist against her skin, which meant her sex had overflowed onto him. That thought alone mortified her. Rubbing herself on that same thigh was definitely not an option.

“N-no, Sir. I can keep my hands on the floor, Sir.”

Avery hated how her voice trembled.

“See that you do. If you can take your spanking like the adult woman you are, and can keep your hands and feet on the floor, we’ll see about giving you the orgasm you appear to need so desperately.” His hand patted her bottom, then started swatting her once more. He went from the left cheek to the right cheek, the burn increasing with each slap. She couldn’t help but wiggle her hips, hoping to avoid the swats.

Keeping her feet and hands on the floor was more of a struggle than she anticipated, but she forced them to stay grounded, regardless. What she couldn’t control were the moans that quickly turned into cries of pain.

Gasping, she pulled air in through gritted teeth, trying to keep from crying out. But soon, she succumbed to the pain, groaning and quietly sobbing. “Ah! I’m sorry! I’ll work tomorrow. I promise!”

“I’m sure you’re sorry, now. Tomorrow will show me if you truly learned your lesson. Words are meaningless unless you have actions to show you’ve truly learned.” He stopped spanking, for the moment, his hand resting on her aching buttocks, the pause allowing her to catch her breath. Avery pulled her hand from the floor to swipe at the tears on her face, her breathing rapid, shaky.

“Your bottom hurts doesn’t it, girl?”

“Y-yes, Sir. I’m really sorry. I really am.” The watery sound of her voice mortified her. She wasn’t someone who broke down and cried like other sissy girls. She was tough. She was a fighter. Not someone who needed other peoples’ help.

And she never apologized to anyone.

“I’m sure you are sorry, sweetheart. I can hear it in your voice. Six more swats. And these are the hardest. Then we’ll be done.”

“Oh no! I can’t do anymore. I’m sorry!” She clutched at his leg, looking over her shoulder at him, tears blurring her vision. “N-nooooo! Please!”

“I know you’re sorry. But we still have the matter of you purchasing movies from my Amazon account. If you had taken the time to call me and ask permission, I would’ve let you purchase them
after
your chores were done. However, you didn’t even call. You chose to purchase them without permission.” Preston’s eyebrow arched. “That’s stealing, right?”

“Well, I just figured that—“

“No. You’ll answer the question. I’m not asking for excuses. I’m asking for an admission of guilt. Did you, or did you not steal the movies?”

“I hate it when you say it like that!” Avery’s voice was shrill now, as she looked over her shoulder at him. “Yes, but it wasn’t like that!”

Immediately, a crack sounded through the room and the spank was so hard, she feared she’d have a permanent red handprint tattooed to her ass for the rest of her life.

“Oh. My. God! That hurts!”

Avery tried reaching back to cover her bottom

“Uh-uh, no hands! You will learn to curb that tongue, Avery Rose. There is a time for sassy and sometimes men like sassy — but you need to learn
when
those times are, girl. Now isn’t the time for sassy.” He rubbed the recently spanked flesh, pinching her skin to reinforce the last word. “Again, you stole the movies. Asking is always better. You could’ve asked me —plain and simple.”

She felt his hand leave her bottom and heard the clinking of his belt buckle. She stiffened and looked over her shoulder to see him unthreading his belt, folding it and palming the buckle.

“Nooooo! Oh, Preston, don’t do that. I’m sorry!”

She struggled to push herself up off his lap, tears brimming in her eyes.

“Hold still! You aren’t going anywhere, girl.” Preston lightly slapped the leather belt against her thighs as he talked. “You’re here because you stole watches, and not twenty-four hours later you stole
again
by using my credit card without my permission. If I called the judge right now, you’d be taken to jail. Did you think of that?”

“N-no, Sir. I didn’t think of th-that. I’m sorry.”

“You’ll receive ten lashes of my belt. You’ll remember these when you sit tomorrow. Hands and feet on the floor.”

He tapped the belt on her bottom, a warning, but she was unable to stop the clenching of her cheeks in anticipation.

Preston started by swatting her sit spots. Five hearty smacks on the underside of her bottom. She was able to, with Herculean effort, keep her feet and hands on the floor, but she wasn’t able to contain her shouts of pain.

“Oh, Preston! I’m sorry!”

Her hips wagged back and forth, as she vainly tried to stave off the pain.

“Five more, Avery Rose.”

Preston continued to thrash her bottom, the strokes still landing across her now scorching sit spots. She was unable to keep her feet on the floor for those remaining five, her legs shooting straight out behind her at each blow. The pain radiated down her legs, and she swore the top layer of skin had to be blistered.

“Oh, God!” Her voice was choked with sobs. “I’m s-so sorry. So s-sorry.”

“I know, girlie. You’ll be fine. Tomorrow will be a better day.”

Preston’s cool hands rubbed lightly over her bottom, patting and stroking her gently, Avery’s hiccupping and sniffling the only sound in the den for the next few minutes.

His hand tapped her bottom. “Spread your thighs.”

Avery wasn’t sure how to respond to that. She knew that she was supposed to do as he said, because she didn’t want any more swats to her bottom. But how embarrassing to open her thighs, displaying the blatant evidence of her arousal.

“Avery Rose. Do you need a reminder already about minding an order?”

Her clit vibrated with the deep, stern tone of his voice. “N-no, Sir. No reminder, please.”

She quickly opened her thighs, knowing he was looking at her sex, the blush rising up her neck until her face heated with it.

“Good girl. The sight and smell of an aroused woman” Preston took a deep breath and she truly thought she was going to die of embarrassment. “There is truly nothing better. Why are you groaning out loud?”

“God. It’s so… humiliating.”

She threw her hands over her face to hide herself from his view completely.

“A woman who’s responsive to discipline is responsive to other things too, Avery. The thought of exploring what else arouses you is exciting to me.” Preston’s fingers roamed, sliding into every crack and crevice, his touch keeping her a little off balance. “We’ll explore these another day. Let’s get you your orgasm for being such a good girl during your spanking. I know it wasn’t easy to keep your hands and feet on the floor, and obedience is
always
rewarded.”

“But my feet left the floor at the end, Sir.”

Avery looked over her left shoulder at Preston, telling him even though she was concerned her admission might get her into even more trouble.

Why did she feel a need to confess her sins to this man?

Preston stopped his ministrations and nodded his head, his dark eyes narrowing. “You did let your feet leave the floor, didn’t you?”

Avery nodded, unable to speak for the lump in her throat. Seeing neither anger nor rebuke in his gaze, she relaxed ever so slightly.

“But I think that was my fault, don’t you? I was paddling your bottom pretty hard, girlie, and you had no choice but to react the way you did. You deserve this reward for trying so hard and being such a good girl.” He winked at her, patting her bottom.

She couldn’t help but beam back at him, his approval making her feel warm inside.

“Your bottom is safe, sweetheart. You did very well.” Preston caressed her bottom, sliding his finger down the cleft of her sore buttocks. She hissed, feeling the calloused finger on her tender skin. Preston’s soft rumbling chuckle let her know that he’d heard her. He continued the slow slide of his finger until it pressed into her slit, paying excruciating attention to her clit. The man definitely knew his way around a woman’s body. Her breath quickened, and she was unable to keep the moans from rising in her throat, her arousal soaring quickly.

“That’s right, sweetie. Go with it — let yourself go. I’m here to catch you, I promise.”

His finger slid inside her, thrusting in a cadence that was rapidly catapulting her toward a climax. His fingers fucked her hard and deliberately, his touch skilled. The sounds of moist sex filled the air. Just as she reached her peak, he swatted each cheek of her bottom, hard. Avery convulsed around his fingers and screamed a long, throaty wail of pleasure. Preston continued his ministrations within her channel, milking out every last shiver and clench.

“You okay, girl?” Preston rubbed her bottom gently, gliding up her spine with soft caresses.

“Mmmm. Not sure. That was
so
nice.”

Avery was limp from the release, placid, her body draped over his lap. She didn’t care anymore that she was totally open to his view.

“Good. That’s what I like to hear. C’mon, get up girl.” Preston pulled her into his lap, tucking her into his arms. “Let’s talk. So, do you think you’ll follow instructions and do what’s on your chore list every day now?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Avery couldn’t look him in the eye. It was so embarrassing to be sitting on his lap bare bottomed — a soundly spanked bottom, at that. She shifted her hips, unable to find a comfortable position.

“Are you trying to get your juices on every inch of my pants, Avery?”

Avery groaned and put her forehead against his throat, the hot blush rising up her face.

Preston tilted her chin up with his hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t tease you. There’s nothing nicer than a warm, well-spanked, and sated woman in a man’s arms. Never doubt that. I love having you on my lap. Your soft flesh comforting me as we talk. Put away your embarrassment. What happened tonight was necessary for you — and for me. But more than that, it was beautiful and something to be cherished.”

He kissed her nose, continuing. “Tomorrow you’ll cook dinner too, right?”

She pulled her head back to look at him, blinking, unsure how to say what was on her mind.

Politely. That’s how, Avery.

“Uhm. I will. But I think you’ll be sorry. I don’t cook very well. You might want to order out while I’m here — it’s a better option, believe me. But I’ll cook if you want me to. Every day.”