Finding Submission (Service & Submission Book 1) by Megan Michaels Read Free Book Online Page B

counter. He started pulling her pink panties down, noticing an obvious wet spot on the gusset, the musky smell of her arousal filling his nostrils. Miss Avery may not have been aware of it yet, but her body definitely loved discipline. Preston looked forward to exploring that further with her.
    Avery looked back at him, tears in her eyes. “Nooooo! Please don’t take my panties down!”
    “You asked for this. I warned you this was the consequence, and you willingly chose to defy the warning. Therefore, Avery Rose, you’ll now be paddled on your bare bottom with a wooden spoon. Again, you will learn how to curb your tongue if you decide to stay here.”
    Preston tapped the wooden spoon on her bottom a couple times and then let loose with a flood of swats in random patterns on her bottom. Unable to keep her feet down, he covered her calves with his right leg, immobilizing her kicks. After a couple dozen swats, he put the spoon on the kitchen table with a clatter and rubbed her soft bottom, the skin flushed a scalded red. Her quiet sobbing told him the lesson had been learned.
    He knew from experience, however, that some corner time would help drive the lesson home. He waited a couple minutes until her crying had lessened somewhat, then pulled her to her feet.
    “C’mon Miss Avery Rose, let’s get you in the corner for some time of reflection.”
    Avery reached for her panties, trying to pull them up.
    “Nuh-uh, panties stay down.” Preston looked around, realizing that he had no available corner in his kitchen. He grabbed the wooden spoon and her elbow, walking the sniffling, repentant Avery down the hallway to a corner in his den.
    “Here, hold your shirt up so your little red bottom is on display. I want you to think about the reason for your spanking and what you’ll do to change your behavior in the future. And then I want you to decide if you’re staying, or I’m driving you somewhere else tonight. You’ll be treated very well here, Avery. But you’ll also have a sore bottom if you don’t follow the rules we’ve established. The decision is yours. No rubbing and keep your shirt up, or you’ll be spanked again. Am I clear?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    She sniffled and stood repentantly in the corner. Preston stood watching her. She was rubbing her thighs together and he could see the juices of her arousal there. He felt almost protective of her, a feeling he hadn’t felt for anyone in years. He wanted nothing more than to hold her on his lap and comfort her, even though he was the cause of her discomfort at the moment. He wanted to ask why she was so upset, why certain things had brought her to tears.
    He hoped that Miss Avery would decide to stay. If she left he would worry about her well-being. She had a sweet nature to her hidden under that brash exterior. Once he got her to overcome her mouthiness, and impulsiveness — and got her to act responsibly — she would be a delightful submissive.
    Submissive? Where did that come from?
    If his instincts were correct — and his instincts usually were — she was definitely a submissive.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
     
    She had never been sent to the corner before.
    What the frick are you supposed to do in a corner?
    She found herself focusing on a spot where a spider had been killed. Its smashed body still had the legs intact.
    Well, guess I’ll clean that the next time I have a sponge in my hand.
    He’d told her that she was supposed to think about what she did to cause this spanking and what she’d do differently. Speaking of which, her ass hurt. He said she couldn’t rub, but it was starting to itch. She reached her hand around and tried rubbing a little to get the itch to go away.
    “Do you think you want to defy me while you’re standing in the corner with a red bottom?” Preston’s deep rolling voice startled her, making her jump. “I don’t think it’s wise, but the decision is yours. Put your hand on your shirt again, before I decide to