Finding Submission (Service & Submission Book 1) (24 page)

Avery didn’t want to, but she feared disobeying him further. She bent back over, clenching her bottom in anticipation of the lash.

“Unclench your bottom and stick it out.”

She did as she was told and immediately received two strokes right at the crest of her bottom. She screamed, gripping the edge of the tool bench.

“Oh, Preston! I can’t do this anymore. I c-cant!”

“Yes you can Miss Avery, and you will. Your next two.” He struck across the lower part of her bottom, and she stomped her feet on the floor, tucking her bottom in. The pain was worse than anything he’d ever given her before. She started to reach behind her.

“Uh-uh, Kitten. Put your hands back on the bench. Keep your feet still and push that red bottom out.” Preston pulled her hip back from the bench, encouraging her obedience.

She had no doubt in her mind that her bottom was very red. She was quietly sobbing by this point and knew without a shred of doubt that she would never again do anything that required a punishment from the razor strop. The next two caught her by surprise, lost as she was in her thoughts. They wrapped around the underside of her bottom, making her screech so loud, her voice became raspy. She was no longer able to keep her white knuckled hands clenched to the bench, so she let her fingers relax and rested her head on the cool wood, the smooth surface now drenched with her tears as she sobbed. All she wanted was for this to be over. She wondered if he was going to do this all night unsure if she would be able to get her voice to work through her sobs if he did.

“Miss Avery, these will be your last two and they will be the most painful.” His hand came to rest on her lower back as the loud strokes of the strop landed, the searing pain across the backs of her thighs almost making her collapse to the floor, the grip of his arm wrapped around her waist the only thing keeping her on her feet. He rubbed her back and cooed to her to her then, comforting her with soothing sounds and words until her sobbing slowly subsided.

“I have a question for you before you stand in the corner by the door. Was it worth it, Kitten? Are you glad you had lunch and a couple beers? Are they still worth more than a stropping?”

Preston lightly patted her bottom as he asked the questions.

“N-no, Sir. It wasn’t worth it all. And I’ll never have one of these again. Ever.”

Preston chuckled. “Yeah, I remember saying those same words as a teen, and for whatever reason I was stupid enough to end up having a stropping again. I hope you’re smarter than that and that this is truly the only time you receive this punishment. I definitely don’t want to ever administer a punishment like this again either. Now go stand in the corner by the door, please.”

Preston helped her stand, wiping her face with a tissue before sending her to the corner. She stood in the dark corner staring at the worn, old wood walls. She was so sore, it hurt to stand.

How in the world was she ever going to sit down tomorrow?

She wasn’t even sure how she was going to sleep with a sheet over her bottom tonight. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught some movement, and saw a huge black spider making its way to
her
corner. Avery screamed, pushing herself away from the corner, turning… and running right into Preston’s chest.

“What’re you doing out of the corner, and why in the name of hell are you screaming?” Preston’s eyebrows were furrowed, and no doubt he simply thought she was being defiant.

“N-no, I’m not being bad. I promise,” Avery said, quickly. “It’s a spider. Preston you have to kill it. It’s huge and I can’t — I won’t — stand in the corner until he’s dead. Kill him, please!”

Preston laughed, gently grabbing her by the shoulders and walking around her to the corner. “Well, he’s pretty big. I have to say. We’ll just get rid of him for you.” He killed the spider and pointed to the dead body on the floor of the woodshed.

She nodded, satisfied that his legs had been crushed from his body and he was unable to march in her direction — or any direction — again. She resolutely walked toward the corner again.

Preston stopped her. “I think you’ve had enough. Let’s get you up to the playroom and you can get into your crate for the start of your second lesson. You’ll rely on me for any and all freedoms you have for the next twenty-four hours.”

Chapter 14

Preston followed that sweet ass to the playroom, the sway of Avery’s red striped bottom accentuated by the mincing steps she took due to the pain in said bottom. Her shoulders were stooped as she walked, giving the impression of a repentant and remorseful girl. And he found himself thinking once again that all he wanted to do was tackle her to the dew covered ground and fuck her senseless in the night air, embracing and pounding into the red hot flesh.

Preston you really need to stop thinking like this. Thinking of her ass and its heat on your cock won’t help at this point.

Avery waited at the door of the playroom so he could unlock it. “After you, girl. Take off the rest of your clothes at the door. You know the rules. And then I want you on all fours crawling to your rug, ass up, waiting for your tail and collar. Move.” Preston put the key back and turned on the lights, illuminating the playroom and all its dark promise. He then turned the heat, lights and warming blanket in her crate, and turned the heat on in the playroom. He wanted his kitten as comfortable as possible. She had a sore bottom and was feeling like a pretty bad kitty at this point, but he wanted to ensure she was comfortable in all other areas.

When he turned to her, she was obediently ass up as requested.

“What a good kitty you are,” he said, walking over to her. “I guess a striped and lashed bottom will do that to a kitty, won’t it Miss Avery?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I really am.” Her voice broke on the last sentence and Preston felt his resolve weakening. God, how he loved this woman. If she ever figured out how easily she could have her way, he would be in big trouble. He needed to keep that ace in the hole and
not
tip has hand to her on that. It didn’t mean he would take delight in spanking her bottom though; he never enjoyed the punishments he had to give her. Those were just part of the dynamic that was necessary and required. But what he did enjoy was playing with her. How many nights in this room were spent trying out each piece of equipment and pushing her limits, restraining her spirit and mouthiness? But at the same time, he loved her sass and mouthiness though. He never thought he would ever say that. In the clubs, he avoided women like that like the plague. But when Avery fell into his lap and his house, he learned that there were benefits to a sassy woman — he had even more reason to paddle her ass than with a compliant submissive.

He slid his hand down her ass and let his finger glide into her sex. “God, I’ve been dying to bury myself into this little hot, red ass. Following you to the playpen, as you call it, I almost tackled you and fucked you in the wet grass. Oh, I see you like that idea — you’re clenching on my fingers. I’ll remember that for the future. Note to self: Avery likes a good tackling and ass fucking in the dewy grass. Yes, that’s going on the honey-do list for sure.”

Preston moved her hair aside and put her collar on. “Pick your head up sweetie and let me hear your bell. Christ, I love hearing that damn bell on you.”

Avery smiled sweetly at him and shook her head for him. He knew she enjoyed watching his pleasure. He had heard that women received pleasure in their men’s arousal, but he hadn’t personally seen it — until now. It made him puff up like a rooster. It delighted him that she got off on his excitement. “Thank you, sweetie. Change of plans. I want you to crawl over to your crate and lay prostrate over the top. I think I’m going to fuck you over your crate, so when you do take your nap, you’ll remember what just occurred over your head.”

She hesitated, looking like she was going defy him once again, but then her lips quirked into a smile and she quickly crawled over to her crate. Preston undid his pants, pulling his cock out as he took up position behind her. Avery still smiled at him, obviously enjoying his need to tackle her.

“This isn’t going to be slow and romantic, sweetie. I hope you’re as aroused as I am. I plan on taking you fast and hard, putting you to bed wet with a beautiful tail in your ass.”

“I was hoping you would say that. I’m ready when you are, Sir.”

That was all the permission Preston needed. He thrust into her wet, warm pussy with one thrust, feeling the warmth of her stripes against his balls and groin. “Jesus! Your ass is so hot!”

“It hurts too, Sir.”

“Is that a compliment to the disciplinarian, or an insult?” Preston chuckled above her as he thrust, cool air wafting over his swinging balls, making them tingle. The smell of her pussy filled the playpen and he took a deep breath, savoring it.

“Oh, God. Are you… sniffing my pussy?”

“Yes. There isn’t anything better as far as I’m concerned. I love the smell of you.” He pounded her even harder then, holding her hips in both hands so tightly, he was sure there’d be bruises in the morning.

Avery was groaning with each thrust, her pussy clenching and squeezing his cock so hard it made Preston bite his lip. She was so fucking hot and tight it felt like a vice. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, arching her back and making her ass rise even higher into his thrusting. He stared at her striped ass. That was his creation tonight. He created the color and shading across that ass — a work of art. Again, he didn’t like punishing her. But it was like an artist creating a painting. He had an appreciation for his work. How well he spaced the razor strop stripes, how he didn’t overlap even one. There were no bruises, but there were broken vessels here and there — those would be sore in the morning. He regretted that she would be sore and yet, he knew it was the right thing to do. Seeing her behind striped and red gave him a sense of having done a job well. He was required to train her, keep her safe, watch for her health. But when she defied him, it was also his responsibility to ensure she wouldn’t do it again. So, looking down at that sore bottom as he thrust still harder, he knew he’d done his job — and he’d done it well.

He reached around and started stroking her clit with insistent circles, ramping up her arousal until she started shouting, “Preston! Oh God. Oh God!”

“Good Girl, Avery. You aren’t giving me orders! Come for me, sweetheart!” Preston pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, groaning with his own release as she came, screaming in ecstasy. He continued to pound into her pussy, milking every last bit of semen out of his cock. He released her hair, and she collapsed to the top of the crate with breathless moans. Preston pulled is still erect cock out of her, and filled her anus with her plug and tail. He took hold of the white tail and softly rubbed it over her ass, using it to wipe both her pussy and his cock. “Your tail has the scent of both of us now. It should help you sleep comfortably this evening.”

He slapped her ass, making her cry out. “Get up, girlie. Time for the bad kitty to take a cat nap.”

He chuckled, pleased with himself as he put her in her crate for a nap.

* * *

Avery woke up drenched in sweat — her heated pillow must have been up too high. She leaned over to lower the level, when she heard voices. Men’s voices. Preston for sure. But who was the other one? She tried to see, pressing herself up against the bars in an attempt to peer into the sitting area of the playroom. Nothing. She turned her lights up, hoping Preston would see it and come to get her.

“She’s actually done very well. It’s taken some stern discipline, and very firm boundaries, but she’s responded well. I can’t thank you enough for sending her my way. She’s become one of the most important things in my life.” Preston’s voice was low, a respectful note in the tone.

Who was he talking to?

“I’m glad.” It was a different voice this time. “The Judge had said she was a good girl. That she’d always been compliant and obedient as a child. She only became rebellious later, looking for guidance and boundaries as she got older. We both thought your strictness might come in
handy
with her. No pun intended.” The man’s chuckle was warm, infectious —the type of laugh that made you want to laugh along with him. His voice was familiar – and it was apparently someone who knew her father too.

“I think she’s up,” Preston said. “I just saw her lights brighten and heard the door rattle.”

Oh, Shit!! I don’t want him coming to get me — I’m naked. He knows I’m naked!

Preston came into view, squatting in front of the crate. “Hey baby, how are you? Did you sleep well, sweetie?”

“Yes.” She hated how little she sounded, her voice barely a whisper.

“How’s your bottom, Kitten? Come on out and let me see.” He opened the door and reached in, snapping her leash on and tugging gently.

“N-no, Sir. Please.” She cringed when his eyebrows furrowed, and his lips compressing to a thin line. She lowered her voice to a whisper. “I don’t have any clothes on and there’s a…
man
here.”

Preston’s face lightened and he threw his head back, laughing. “Sweetie, you don’t have to worry about that. The man that’s here has his own Kitty at home and he’s been mentoring me for years. He knows all about bad little kitten’s getting their bottoms spanked. He taught me everything I know. Besides, you’ve met him before.” His expression sobered. “Now, I’m not going to ask again. You come out of there right now or I’ll come and get you. And I’m thinking that as sore as your little tush is today, you don’t want another paddling? Right?”