Finding Submission (Service & Submission Book 1) (14 page)

Preston dropped the crop on the floor, massaging her bottom until her moaning quieted somewhat. When she turned to look at him, he was gratified to see a little fear in those beautiful green eyes.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you Miss Avery Rose?”

She chewed on her lip as her eyes brimmed with more tears. “I’m sorry. But I saw where you put the key and… I had to see.”

“No, you didn’t have to see. You
chose
to see. Chose to steal a key, and enter a room you were told you weren’t to enter. Is that correct, Miss Avery?”

Preston stopped the massage of her bottom, and pinched it lightly, demanding an answer.

“Yes, Sir.” She reached back and rubbed where he had just pinched.

“Come along, girlie. It’s time for your punishment for this.”

He put his hand around her upper arm, pulling her off the saddle.

“Wait! What? You just spanked me. You can’t spank me again!”

She pulled backwards, trying to break free from his hold.

“Avery, don’t make me drag you. What you just received was to bring you to completion.
This
spanking will be for breaking into the building and disobeying.” He raised his eyebrows when she still refused to move. She was definitely troublesome. “I can give you some well-placed swats to make you bunny hop to where I want you to go.”

To prove his point, he swatted her bottom three times in quick succession.

He pulled her toward the implement cabinet as she walked, almost dancing on the tips of her toes as she went. “And you’ll now get on the floor and drag that paddle out from under the cabinet.”

“Why?”

She was twisting her black tank top in her hands, standing with her shaved little pussy and pink bare bottom looking so sweet and fuckable. He resisted the urge to grab her by the ass, pull her against his cock, and grind himself into her belly. He had a job to do though, and he needed to show her that he was in charge.

“Why? Because it doesn’t belong there. You shoved it under the cabinet — I’m assuming so I wouldn’t use it on your bottom. But you were wrong, Miss Avery Rose, that large paddle is going to turn your little butt very red this afternoon. Now, get on the floor and get the paddle out from under the cabinet where you hid it, please.”

Avery got down on her knees and had to drop her head to the floor so see where it was. Preston moved behind so that he had a perfect view of her pussy and pink bottom. The lips of her sex were gleaming with the excess of her juices. Unable to resist, Preston bent over her and slid his finger down the cleft of her bottom, pressing his thumb on her pink rosebud, feeling her clench under the pad of his finger. He then slid two fingers into her warm sex, the slippery folds gliding over his fingers, making him wish it was his cock sliding through those moist lips.

Avery’s legs started to shake, and she rested her forehead on the floor.

“You’re a very responsive woman, Avery Rose. Men like that. You’re ready to fly apart with another orgasm, this quick after your most recent one.” Preston pulled out of her core, and loudly sucked her juices off his fingers. “But you’re not going to find your release now. Right now you’re going to get a long, hard paddling. Give me your paddle.”

“It’s not my paddle. It’s too big, and I don’t want it.” She shoved the paddle at him roughly, a scowl on her face.

“I’d watch my attitude if I were you, girl. You don’t want to upset the person in control of your punishment, do you?” Preston gave her a sly smile. “Follow me, sweetie.”

He brought her over to the pommel horse. “Climb up onto this.”

He put his hand over her pussy and helped her up to lie over the gleaming leather. He positioned her so her pubic bone was on the edge of the horse, then strapped her feet and hands to each leg of the pommel horse.

He patted her bottom lightly with the paddle. “Tell me why you’re getting punished, Avery.”

“’Cause I got caught!” She looked over her shoulder, her eyebrows furrowed.

Preston swung his arm out and the paddle landed with a loud splat on her bottom. Avery jolted on the horse, groaning between gritted teeth.

“Getting caught isn’t why you’re getting paddled. Try again.”

Avery moaned. “Mmmmmm, because I found your key and came into your sex playpen.”

Swat!

“You and your sarcasm — how many swats is it going to take, Miss Avery Rose, before you show some repentance?” Preston gave her another swat, admiring the red blush that rose on her bottom. He ran his hand over it, warmth suffusing his palm. “Your bottom is pretty hot, sweetie. Do you really want to keep going like this
before
your spanking?”

Avery went quiet at that, her body stilling. Preston decided to take that as a partial victory. The rest of the victory would be the completion of her punishment.

“You broke into this building after I specifically told you that you weren’t allowed to enter it.
Ever
. Correct?” Preston swatted her bottom, and Avery yelled, fighting against the restraints.

“Hurts doesn’t it, girlie?”

“Yes!”

“When you’re given an order and told to stay out of a building or to not do something, you’ll listen in the future, right?” Preston gave her two hard swats, hitting lower on the underside of her bottom and thighs.

Avery shouted in pain, her voice breaking and she dissolved into soft sobs.

He wanted to comfort her, show her his gentler side, even sit with her and talk about why she did this. He wanted to get into her head, understand her motivation better. He loved picking a woman apart, and learning what made her tick — why they defied orders, or why they submitted.

Every woman was a mystery to be solved.

Preston rubbed her back lightly. “Are you okay, girl?”

“It hurts.” She dropped her head, crying softly. “I was j-just looking around. Y-you didn’t have to get s-so mad about it.”

Preston came around and squatted in front of her, wiping her face with a tissue. “You’re missing the point, girl. You were given an order. You were told you were
not
supposed to come into this room. You didn’t respect my authority, or my privacy.”

She blinked, staring at the floor and then back up at him. It was connecting, finally. He saw the moment when she really understood. She met his gaze, swallowing. “I’m so sorry.”

Preston pushed her hair behind her ears, kissing her forehead lightly as he stood. “Your punishment will continue now that you’re remorseful.”

As he rounded the horse, he could hear her lightly weeping again. His heart ached hearing her soft cries. It was easier to hear an angry or defiant woman shout or cry, but a repentant and remorseful woman who cried quietly tore at a man’s heart. He had to be firm with her though. Preston pulled in a deep breath, and reminded himself why he was doing this — to teach her responsibility and respect.

“Five more swats, Avery. I’ll give them fast, so this will be over quickly. Then we can talk about all of this.”

Preston stared at her ass — which now had a pretty pink hue to it — and found his focus. He raised his arm and watched her bottom jiggle pleasantly as the paddle slammed into her flesh. He didn’t do it lightly — he wanted these swats to leave a lasting impression while she was remorseful and repentant. Her sobs tore at him; he hated to hear her sound so upset. Giving the swats quickly was more for his benefit than hers — although she would never know that — and at this point, she would be hard pressed to see how they benefited her at all. Punishment meted out, he put the paddle down, unbuckling the restraints, letting her recover on the horse.

Preston went around to the front of the horse to wipe her face, caressing her cheek. “You did so well, girlie. I’m sure you’ll respect boundaries and orders after this.”

Thumb stroking her chin, he kissed her on the forehead, moving back to the rear of the horse to rub her bottom and back, soothing and calming her.

Looking between her legs, he was shocked when he found that her juices had started to seep down the horse. He whistled softly. “Avery Rose, your pussy has been dripping down the side of the horse.”

“Oh. God,” she groaned, the mortification in her voice making him smile. “K-kill me now, please.”

“Oh, sweetie. You have no idea what this does to a man. I can’t remember the last time my cock was this hard.” Preston slid his fingers into her channel, pressing his thumb against her anus. She wiggled at the insistence of that thumb, but her body betrayed its true desires, clenching his fingers firmly. “Your pussy being wet like this has me so turned on. And sweetheart, believe me when I say your embarrassment about that little fact is absolutely adorable, and makes me want to conquer you all the more.”

Preston worked his fingers into her channel further, and stroking her clit, he leaned forward, pressing kisses to her back. Without the restraints on, she was able to move freely, grinding her clit into the edge of the horse as Preston continued to thrust rhythmically into her.

“God, Avery, you’re so damn responsive. I just can’t get over it. Sweetheart, I don’t want you coming until I give you permission though.”

“What? Are ya kidding? I don’t think I can… hold back, Preston.”

“You better. Your little ass is too red for me to punish it again. I don’t think you want that.”

Avery stilled under his hand, and he chuckled. He could almost hear the wheels turning in her head. God, how he loved to get into a woman’s mind. There was nothing sweeter than watching a woman struggle with both her submissive desires, and her need to be independent. She enjoyed his attentions and words of affirmation too much to disobey — he was sure of it.

But he was equally sure she was also fighting the need to tell him to fuck off.

“Answer me, Avery. You will
not
come without permission. I need to hear a ‘Yes, Sir’ from you.”

He stilled his fingers, pinching her bottom harder to get her to answer.

“Mmmmm, ow! Yes, Sir.”

Preston circled her clit with feathery touches and when he inserted his thumb into her bottom, she couldn’t contain the groan or the spasms that shook her body. “What do you want, girlie? I need to hear you say it.”

Avery stiffened, but stayed silent. When he pinched her clit though, she was unable to contain her desire any longer.

“I need you to fuck me. Please, Sir, fuck me.”

“Very nice, girlie. Come whenever you’re ready Avery.”

Preston released his hard shaft and entered her with one thrust, stilling when his cock was fully seated. Avery sucked air through her teeth, the clench of her pussy around him making his eyes roll back. It was going to take some work to not come like a green high school boy. Her juices were warm and soothing around his penis and her hot, soft ass pressing against his groin reminded him again how he had bent her to his will with her submission and surrender.

She had willingly taken her punishment, called him ‘Sir’ and now had asked him to give her release. She was a beautiful and — he was pretty sure — very submissive woman. He would enjoy all that fire when training her. Every inch of her obedience he compelled from her would be a delightful reward.

Slowly rolling his hips against her well spanked ass, he relished the sounds of sex, the scent of her arousal filling the air. “Avery, you smell so good — this whole room smells like your wet pussy. Jesus, fucking you is better than I ever imagined — and I didn’t think that was possible.”

He thrust into her hard and fast then, simply wanting to claim her, possess her. Preston reveled in every mewl, gasp, and groan from her as he fucked her. He reached around, playing with her breasts, fondling her for his own pleasure.

Avery pushed her ass up to meet his thrusts, grabbing onto the pommel horse’s legs to give her leverage, grinding her clit on the edge of the horse. Preston was enthralled, watching her ass clench with each grind, and with his free hand he held her still on the horse, delaying her release, putting his hand on her pussy and raising her up, depriving her of the pleasure her clit found when pressed to the horse.

She would learn that her satisfaction wasn’t by her movements or actions, but by his permission only.

Avery ground faster against the soft leather now moist with her juices, Preston’s balls tingling with his imminent release.

“Avery. Come for me!” He pinched her clit, and thrust hard into her, and when she screamed with her release, her pussy putting a vice hold on his cock, he shouted after her, his seed filling her.

Chapter 8

Every inch of Avery’s body tingled and throbbed. Her bottom hurt more than she could ever remember any part of her hurting, ever. Those last five swats had taken her breath away, and she still couldn’t believe she’d sobbed in front of him. She never broke down, never cried. She was tough and strong. As far back as she could remember, she’d vowed she’d never show weakness, or give up without a fight.

But Preston had punished her until she had no choice — she had to cry, had to show weakness, had to admit that she was wrong. Somehow, the paddling had made her feel like she was… forgiven. He was gentle and sweet, kissing her forehead. But he didn’t retreat, didn’t let her win. She was held to a standard, and given no choice as to the consequences of her actions. She knew there would be consequences when she unlocked the door, but she hadn’t expected him to paddle her so
hard
. No one had ever done that. She swiped at her face, and hiccupped again. He was still rubbing her bottom, and stroking her back, still inside her, claiming her.