Finding Submission (Service & Submission Book 1) (6 page)

“Oh! I may speak now? How kind of you!”

“Watch your tone, Avery.” He gave her a warning look.

“My
tone?
Holy fricking hell. My tone isn’t the problem right now. So, you expect me to work my butt off, and then cook your stupid-ass dinner? This is the agreement you, Judge Morton, and my father came to? I should’ve guessed that a bunch of lazy men would think this makes sense. What happens if I decide I’m not doing any of this shit?” By this point Avery was up and pacing around the kitchen like a caged animal.

Preston stood and moved close to her, hoping that the closeness of his body and his demeanor would sober her. “Avery Rose, you need to calm down. And you most definitely need to stop with the swearing and disrespect. You won’t like the consequences.”

“I’m not liking the consequences of anything today. Why should I care about those consequences?” She tried to skirt around him, apparently trying to leave the room.

Preston blocked her path and put an arm around her waist. “You should care, because the consequences will be painful and you’ve had a rough day already.”

“Fuck you, Preston!” She laid her palms on his chest, pushing against him. However, she was so small she couldn’t even make him take a step. She slapped his arm, hard. She definitely had some spunk, but she needed a lesson and he was the man to teach it.

“That’s it! You were warned. You’re
not
allowed to put your hands on anyone in anger, and you most definitely will not shove or hit me ever again.” He still had a hold of her waist and he pulled her over to the kitchen chair he’d been sitting in. With no preamble, he sat down, and tossed her over his lap. The pink dress shirt she wore rose up on her legs in that position, the underside of her bottom and her pink panties peeking out from the crisp cotton tail of the shirt. He pushed the shirt up onto her back, and for the first time since they started this conversation, Miss Avery Rose had no quips or comments.

“All of a sudden you seem a bit speechless, Avery Rose.” His hand rested upon her bottom, the muscles clenching and unclenching under his touch.

“Y-you can’t do this. Isn’t this against the r-rules?” Avery looked over her shoulder at Preston, very concerned.

“When you’re in my house, it’s my rules.
Correction
: when you’re in my presence, it’s my rules. I don’t answer to anybody. And nobody — and I mean
nobody
— is ever allowed to put their hands on me. And as you’re about to find out, little one, if you’re unwise and you do put your hands on me, the consequences are swift and painful.” He lightly patted her bottom several times, just to reinforce his authority. “When we’re done with your upcoming spanking, if you want to leave, I’ll drive you to the soup kitchen or women’s shelter and you can reside there for the next six months working for them. I do believe you’ll be more comfortable here than there, but that’s entirely up to you. But if you decide to stay, you
will
treat me with the respect I demand and deserve, or you’ll find sitting very painfully. Now, you’ve been asking for this for over an hour. Let’s get you your spanking so you can finally relax.”

Preston tightened his arm around her waist, tucking her close to his body, holding her wrist to her side. Miss Avery was apparently familiar with punishment, because she squealed when he did this, knowing that her spanking was imminent.

“Nooooo! Please, don’t.” She started bucking and stiffening her legs behind her.

Preston swatted her panty clad bottom, hard. “I’m going to paddle your bottom with your panties on
this
time. But if you want to preserve your dignity, you need to handle this spanking as an adult — no swearing. So watch your mouth. Are we clear?”

“Yes!” Avery dropped her head in defeat, her long hair shrouding her face.

“Yes, what?”

Without hesitation, Avery responded. “Yes, Sir! I won’t swear and I’ll watch what I say.”

“Good girl, Avery. Apparently you respond well to discipline. Let’s get your spankin’ started.”

Preston proceeded to swat her bottom fast and hard. Her bottom was plump and perky and it felt soft under his hand. Soon enough, the red outlines of his fingers could be seen on the underside of her bottom and at the edges of her hips. By her reaction, it had been a while since she had last been paddled. She was screeching behind closed lips, furiously struggling to get her hands free to protect her little bottom.

“You
will
not push, shove, or put your hands on me again. Are. We. Clear?”

Preston punctuated each word with a hard slap to her pink-pantied bottom.

“Yes. Please stop! Please!” Avery said, her voice beginning to break.

“Not yet, little girl. Soon. I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson quite yet. When I hear true remorse, we’ll stop.”

Preston continued his flurry of swats to her bottom, then moved to focus on her sit spots and thighs, intending to push her into the headspace he needed her in right now. However, Miss Avery became angry when he started swatting her thighs.

“Ow! Stop you fucking son-of-a-bitch! Stop!”

“Ut-oh. You were warned, Avery Rose. I told you that swearing wouldn’t be tolerated during your punishment.”

He reached behind him and pulled a wooden spoon out of the canister on the 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 rewarm your bottom.”

“But… my butt itches,” she whined, looking over her shoulder at him. “I just wanted to scratch it.”

She heard the plaintive tone in her voice, hating how it made her sound.

“That itch is something you can focus on while in the corner. It’s a reminder of the recent paddling you just received. That itch gives you the opportunity to ponder how you’ll avoid the flat of my hand or my wooden spoon on your posterior again.” He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Turn around and think, before I decide you need incentive”

Not wanting any more trouble today, she turned and stared at that stupid squished bug again. Now she had to decide if she wanted to stay. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to deal with his domineering personality, but at the same time she really didn’t want to stay in a shelter either. And her father would’ve checked into Preston, she had no doubt. If Preston was dangerous, he would’ve ferreted that out. In addition, she typically could manipulate her way around most men and she was pretty sure Preston would be no different.

A few tears, whining, and batting of eyelashes and she’d be shopping and driving around Old Hickory in no time.

Preston’s voice startled her out of her thoughts. “Are you ready to come out of the corner and talk to me in a civil tone of voice, using appropriate and respectful language?”

Avery turned and started to come out of the corner.

Preston put a hand up. “Uh-uh. Who said you could actually come out of the corner, little girl? I only expected an answer to the question I asked.”

She stopped quickly, turning and going back to her corner, saying quietly, “Sorry, Sir. Yes, I’m ready to talk civilly.”

Avery wondered how long he was going to make her stand in the corner for that little bit of disobedience.

Preston didn’t make her wait long at all. “You may come out of the corner, Avery Rose.”

She awkwardly walked toward him, hobbled by her panties which were still at her knees.

He continued. “By the way, who in your family has the sense of humor? Avery Rose is like the Poison song,
Every Rose Has Its Thorn
. Am I guessing right?”

“Yes, you’re right. My father had the sense of humor. He liked Poison and when my mother suggested the name Avery, he immediately knew that it had to be Avery Rose.” She looked away with a frown. “And I’ve always felt that no matter what I do, I’m just a thorn in everyone’s side. I’ve heard him say it often enough.”

Preston felt bad for her. What an awful thing for a father to say to his daughter.

“I’m sorry your father didn’t treat you with respect, sweetheart. It’s not nice and it’s definitely not polite.”

Avery’s eyes welled with tears again. There it was again. Some of this brassy attitude was to cover the insecurities her father had given her. If she stayed, Preston would increase her confidence. But first, Preston was going to require that she apologize for her misbehavior. And then he would ask her if she had decided to stay.

“Okay, let’s talk.” Preston gently grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him. “First, let’s get your panties where they belong.” He grasped her underwear and pulled them up over her scorched bottom. She hissed as the elastic ran over her freshly spanked flesh. A light pink blush tinged her neck and cheeks.

Preston patted her bottom. “So tell me what caused your spanking and what you’re going to do to prevent another spanking like that?”

Avery closed her eyes, briefly whining. “Do I have to?”

Putting his hands in his pockets, he leaned back against the desk. “Nope. You don’t have to recite your sins. I can paddle you with that wooden spoon again instead.” He reached for the spoon, plucking it off his desk and waving it at her.

Avery’s eyes widened and she pulled on the tail of her shirt, trying to cover her bottom, apparently deciding that speaking was in her best interest. “I got spanked for putting my hands on you, for shoving and hitting you. I promise I won’t put my hands on you ever again. I got the wooden spoon for swearing at you during my spanking.”