Secrets of Submission

by LK Shaw

  “Hello,” I answered, almost shocked at how calm I sounded.

  “Good evening, Sweetness. How was your day?” The baritone voice on the other end sent shivers down my spine, and my pussy started pulsating. It amazed me how just the sound of Marcus’ voice made me wet. Even though we’d only known each other a few short days, my body reacted to his voice and his scent. It only took a few words to have my lady parts quivering in anticipation.

  Trying to make myself relax, I replied. “It was a long, busy day. Bridget just left so I’m especially exhausted.”

  “I’m glad you’re making friends with Bridget. She will also be an excellent mentor. I hope you plan on getting enough sleep tonight. I don’t want you exhausting yourself.” After a short pause, he continued, “So, did you follow my instructions after I left the other night?”

  He asked the question I should have been expecting, especially after my talk with Bridget. “Of-of course,” I almost stuttered. Shit. There’s no way he didn’t hear the lie behind my answer. Damn you, Bridget. I was fucked.

  Tense silence reigned for several heartbeats, then a heavy sigh. “You disappoint me, Penny. You disobeyed me. Then you have the audacity to lie about it. I gave you explicit, yet simple instructions. You were allowed to play, not come, and you were unable to follow them. I thought I made myself perfectly clear as to my expectations. Yet the first time I instruct you on something, you blatantly disobeyed. If you’re not going to follow my rules then we’re through before we even get started. I told you there would be consequences to your actions.”

  A lead weight settled in my gut at his words. “Marcus, Sir, I know and I’m sorry. You left me aching. I had to do something about it; it drove me mad. It was only that one time, I swear. Please, Sir, I promise to do better next time. I’m still learning. I didn’t mean to disappoint you, and I promise it won’t happen again. I’ll accept whatever consequences I earned.”

  I heard another sigh on the other end of the line. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Penny. Like you said, you’re still learning, and you’re going to make mistakes. It’s my job to correct those mistakes and punish you when you disobey, especially blatant disobedience.”

  “I understand, Sir.”

  “Tomorrow night you will be ready for me when I arrive. I want you naked and in an appropriately penitent position. I will leave that up to you to decide how to present yourself to me. You will then decide your punishment. Keep in mind, if it’s too light or not an appropriate punishment for your actions, whatever you choose, I will double it. Do you understand?”

  I nodded my head quickly even though he couldn’t see me and acknowledged my understanding. “Yes, Sir, I understand. What time will you arrive so I can make sure I’m ready?”

  “I’ll arrive when it’s convenient for me, sub. Whatever time it is, though, I suggest you be ready.” And with those words, the line went dead. I sighed deeply, knowing sleep would elude me tonight.

  Chapter Eight

  Marcus

  I knew she’d stew all night which was exactly what she needed to do. There were consequences for her actions, and the only way for her to learn was to endure those consequences. With punishment being new to her, I was curious to see what she would come up with for an appropriate one. I almost hoped she was too lenient. Not that I possessed sadistic tendencies, but I loved warming up a soft ass and watching the redness brighten after a good spanking. I enjoyed the thwap sound of a good flogging and the reverberations from the solid thud of a paddle. However, a certain intimacy existed with a bare handed, bare assed spanking. The sensation of heat building and seeing the pale pink turn to a deep red had me at full attention and ready for a hard fucking.

  Knowing she’d been waiting long enough, I pulled into the driveway around 8:00 p.m. Curiosity ran rampant through me to see if she’d look like she’d been running around preparing herself or if she would be in position, composed and calm. Well, as calm as she could be not knowing what was in store for her. Without wasting any more time, I walked up the sidewalk to the door and let myself in without ringing the bell. I stepped into the living room and beheld a beautiful tableau that had my cock rising.

  Penny had positioned herself on her knees in the middle of the floor, naked, in proper pose with butt to heels. Her legs were parted slightly with a freshly shaved mound in full view. Her hands were loosely clasped behind her with a slight arch to her back to push her breasts forward, and her head slightly bowed, while maintaining eye contact with the floor. She performed the perfect submissive pose.

  “Very good, sub. I’m proud of you for following my instructions.”

  Softly, she spoke, although I noticed she perked up and almost preened at the compliment. “Thank you, Sir. Again, I apologize for being a disobedient sub. I willingly take whatever punishment you provide.”

  I made my way over to her and circled her as though she were prey, taking in every inch she displayed. “Have you decided on an appropriate punishment for your infraction? And I want you to tell me exactly why you’re being punished. I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings.”

  She nodded in response. “I disobeyed your instructions to not make myself orgasm and then I lied to you, Sir.”

  I reached out to stroke her hair as she leaned into my touch. “Excellent, sub. Now, tell me what your punishment should be.”

  Her chest rose as she inhaled deeply and then fell as she released a nervous sigh. “A spanking, Sir.”

  Excitement made the blood course quickly through my veins, and my cock hardened even more at her words. I was more than ready to redden that luscious ass of hers. “How many strikes are you requesting? And are you choosing an implement with which these will be delivered?”

  Silence reigned while she weighed a suitable answer. “Fifteen, with your hand, Sir?”

  We both heard the question in her answer.

  I made a small noise of approval. “You obviously gave it a lot of consideration. Since you’re still new to this, and this is your first punishment, I think that is a suitable number.” I saw her visibly relax at my words. I reached out my hand to her. “Come.”

  I helped her off the floor and led her to the couch. I sat down and pulled her over my lap with her upper and lower body draped across the couch and her ass right in front of me where I wanted it to be. I placed one hand barely above the small of her back and the other I lightly ran over her ass. She flinched in response, garnering a chuckle from me. “Easy, Sweetness. We haven’t even started yet.”

  “I know, Sir, I’m just really nervous. And scared.”

  I made a tsking sound and tried to soothe her. “I understand how you feel, and I’ll make this as easy on you as I’m able. You need to learn an important lesson though. I told you before, I control your orgasms. Now, are you ready to receive your punishment?”

  With a small sob disguised as a laugh, she answered, “Yes, Sir.”

  Before she tensed in preparation, I landed the first blow to her right ass cheek, keeping it light enough to warm up her skin slightly. “Good, now count.”

  She flinched in surprise more than pain with the first strike.

  “One.”

  I eased the slight sting as I gently brushed my hand over her ass. The second I felt her relax, I landed the second blow, this one slightly harder than the first.

  “Two.”

  The next two were in rapid succession, and I alternated where they landed. She squirmed in discomfort on my lap with them.

  “Damn, those hurt.”

  I gave a sharp pinch to her ass in the same spot I’d struck. “I said to count. Do I need to add more to your punishment?”

  She rapidly shook her head. “No sir, I’m sorry. The pain distracted me. I won’t forget again. Three and four.”

  I lovingly caressed her ass, enjoying the darkening shades of pink. Testing a theory, I dropped my hand from her ass and circled her opening, finding it slightly wet. “I think you might be enjoying your punishment more
than you’re admitting, little sub.” I brought my hand up for another swat, this one leaving a bright red handprint.

  “Five,” she gasped out.

  I paused briefly, letting her feel the burn and sting, and to give her a moment’s ease in preparation for what was about to come. “I’ve been extremely easy on you until now. I want you to associate pleasure with some pain. This is punishment, and you can’t enjoy it too much. You have to understand the consequences of your actions. Get ready, because for these last ten, I’m not going to be easy on you. You won’t enjoy this.” With that pronouncement, I struck.

  My hand landed hard in rapid succession on alternating cheeks, some in the same spot as the last. Each blow landed harder than the one before it causing the dark pink that had begun to dissipate during my speech to turn flaming red as she struggled and fought against each one, narrowly remembering to count each strike. By the tenth one, she was sobbing openly. I stopped, prolonging her agony a little longer. Perhaps I did have a touch of sadist in me.

  “I know this has been difficult for you. I’m so proud of you for taking these so beautifully. I know you’ll take these last five the same.” Putting her out of her misery, I administered the last five in swift succession.

  “Fifteen,” she screamed as the last blow struck.

  I softly caressed her gorgeously bright red ass, earning a flinch. I gently helped her to her feet before I then pulled her back down so she sat on my lap. She gasped and tried to buck herself off from the pain of her blazing red ass now resting against my lap. I wrapped my arms around her in comfort as she bawled. We sat together in silence for five minutes as her sobs quieted until only a soft hiccup sounded. I stroked her hair from her face and wiped away a lone tear that remained. “I’m sorry that I had to punish you, Sweetness. It’s never easy the first time. Or any other time in fact, It’s part of the learning process. You accepted your punishment beautifully.”

  With one last sniff, she wiped her cheeks against my shirt, and peered up at me. “I hated that. Well, the first couple were okay. The rest were agony I never want to experience again.”

  I laughed softly at her expression. “Sweetness, I hate to break it to you, but there is no doubt that, at some point in time, you’re going to be punished again for some infraction or another.”

  “God, I hope not. That sucked,” she whined.

  I tried not to chuckle at her pout. “Time will tell. Now, I’m going to let you go to sleep, and I’ll let myself out. Remember what I said. Play all week, but no orgasms. Understand?”

  She nodded emphatically, “Absolutely, Sir. I’ve learned my lesson.”

  I leaned in for a brief kiss, before leading her to her room, “This lesson at least. I’m sure there will be more lessons you’ll be learning in the future. Now, sleep and I’ll see you soon. Good night, Sweetness.” I let myself out, locking the door behind me, thinking of all the lessons I had yet to teach her.

  Chapter Nine

  Penny

  I woke the morning after my first punishment having slept more soundly than I had in weeks. I don’t know if it was the utter exhaustion I felt from worrying and anticipating my punishment, or if it was because I’d cried so hard I wore myself out. Either way, I was up bright and early and ready to head to my weekly Wednesday morning yoga class. I’d been taking yoga for years, and it was the one thing I anticipated every week. Even though I was a big girl, yoga made me feel powerful and healthy. I maintained advanced level poses longer and with better technique than women ten years younger and fifty pounds lighter than me. I knew I shouldn’t compare myself to others, but it still made me feel better about myself knowing the things my body did. Things younger, skinnier bodies had difficulty with.

  “Good morning, Penny.” My yogi welcomed me as I entered the studio.

  “Hey Estelle, how’s it going?” Estelle was seventy if she was a day, and I wanted to be as healthy and bad ass as she was when I reached her age. As every one slowly filed in, we took our regular places and started with a light warm-up. Forty-five sweaty minutes later, we started our cool down. I briefly stayed after class and chatted with a few of the other members. When I saw how late it was getting, I said my good byes knowing I still needed to shower and head to work.

  After showering at the studio, I threw my bag in the trunk of my car. I pulled out of my parking spot, and as I headed down the road, I checked my rearview mirror and noticed a silver car pull out almost immediately after I did. I took my regular route to work, and turn by turn the car stayed right behind me. I only noticed it because of the tacky pine tree shaped air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror. I pulled into the hospital parking lot with the same car still behind me. Except when I turned into the lot, the car went straight. I also noticed through my side mirror as the car passed that it seemed like the driver was staring right at me. I didn’t get a good glimpse of him though because whoever it was, he wore a baseball cap and sunglasses. As if he didn’t want to be recognized. I shook it off and went about my day not giving it another thought.

  I had barely finished my shift when my phone rang. My heart began racing as Marcus’ name popped up on the caller ID. “Hello,” I answered, slightly breathless.

  “Hello, my beauty. How is that luscious ass of yours today?” His voice sounded gravelly on the other end. Even though I knew it wasn’t possible, I swore I felt the burn of a single handprint across my ass cheek with his question.

  “My ass is fine, thank you,” I responded primly.

  He laughed on the other end. “I’m almost disappointed. I had hoped the imprint of my hand on your succulent ass continued to burn.” Wow, it’s like he’s a damn mind reader. “What are your plans for dinner, Sweetness?” he continued.

  Excitement buzzed at seeing him again. “Whatever your plans are, Sir.”

  “Good answer, Sweetness. When you get home, change clothes, and I’ll be there soon. I hope you enjoy Italian. Casual attire is fine, by the way, so don’t feel like you have to dress up. Although, I’m not opposed to seeing your long, gorgeous legs in a skirt or dress again. I’ll see you soon, Sweetness.” The line went dead. I stared at the phone for a second. I really needed to teach this man the appropriate way to end a phone call. A good-bye every once in awhile would be nice. Regardless, I found myself rushing home to get ready for his arrival. Even though I’d hated being punished, I was anxious to see what he’d teach me next.

  I had barely finished putting earrings in when my doorbell rang. Feeling giddy, I calmed myself and took my time getting to the door to avoid looking overeager. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Marcus was gorgeous as always. What surprised me was the single red rose he held in his hands. With one bloom, the walls around my heart started to crack. Only twice before in my entire life had I received flowers — once was from a group of girlfriends for my thirtieth birthday. The other time they came from my mother at my college graduation, so those didn’t count. My ex had certainly never bought me flowers.

  “Good evening, Sir.” I was surprised at how calm I sounded considering the momentous event that had just happened. Marcus handed me the rose and dropped a soft kiss on my lips, lingering long enough to make me want more. When he pulled away, I had to stop myself from swaying toward him.

  “You are beautiful, as always, Sweetness,” he complimented.

  I ducked my head in response and smiled softly. “Thank you, Sir, for both the compliment and the beautiful flower. I love it. Please, come in. Let me put this in some water and then I’ll be ready.” I hurried to the kitchen and put the rose in a vase I found under the sink.

  He was patiently waiting in the living room when I returned. He turned at my approach and held his hand out. “Shall we?”

  I placed my hand in his outstretched one and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  Marcus continued to hold my hand as we drove in silence to this quaint Italian restaurant, Fratello’s. I hadn’t eaten there before, although I had heard good things about their food. While the vale
t took Marcus’ keys, he placed his hand on my lower back and directed me toward the restaurant. The heat of his hand burned through my clothes warming my entire body. I turned my head to tell him I was looking forward to trying out the restaurant when I noticed a silver Honda parked half a block down. “Hmm, that’s strange.”

  “What’s strange?” he asked.

  Without drawing attention to where I was looking, I nodded my head in the general direction and replied, “There’s a silver Honda parked over there. It looks like the same car that I think followed me to work from the yoga studio this morning. It even has the same stupid pine tree freshener hanging from the mirror.”

  Marcus’ head whipped around at my words to stare at me. “You’re only now telling me that a car followed you?” Then he turned to stare at the car with an expression on his face I couldn’t determine.

  I jerked back at the anger in his voice. “Well, I don’t know for sure that it followed me. It seemed like it did. I’d never seen it before so it might have been a coincidence that it was going the same way.” Even I didn’t believe my own words.

  He began firing off questions. “Did you see who was driving? Was it a man or a woman?”

  I answered the questions, and with the intensity of his stare, I started getting scared. “Do you know who it is?” I asked.

  Silence followed my question. I was about to repeat it, but he shook his head. “Never mind, I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”

  Confused by his sudden change in demeanor, I asked if he was sure and whether he thought I should go to the police. He waved off my concern and ushered me toward the restaurant again. Even though he’d blown me off, tension continued to radiate off him.