Piper's Journey (Into Submission 1)

by Breanna Hayse

  "I wasn't thinking. Lyle does that to me. I do stupid stuff because of him." Piper lowered her face shamefully, her voice growing tinier by the second.

  "We talked about accepting responsibility for our own actions and choices, didn't we?" he began the lecture, ignoring the fat, hot tears that trailed down Piper's face. "You are a strong, intelligent woman and there should be no reason other than carelessness for you to not consider your safety. I am not even going to mention the laws you broke or the other people you potentially put into danger. I am just going to discuss you and the impact you make upon your own life."

  "I'm sorry, Jeoff. I promise to be more careful. I do! It's just that Lyle …"

  He cut her off. "I am so incredibly disappointed in you, young lady. SO disappointed. Not just for your lack of safety, but because you still want to blame others for your actions. It does not matter what Lyle, or anyone else, does. You made the decision to react irresponsibly and expose yourself to danger. I care about you too much to just let that go."

  "But you aren't even considering my feelings! You need to see my side …"

  "Sweetheart," he stroked her face, his eyes meeting hers, "there is no side. You were wrong. There is no excuse."

  Real tears covered her cheeks, and Piper began to choke out her apologies, begging forgiveness and pleading with him to try to understand. Again, Jeoff was impervious to the pleas. "You can stop this now. It is not going to change my mind. If you are going to be in a relationship with me, then I have certain rules. The first one is that you keep yourself safe. The second is to accept the consequences of messing up. That means you will be spanked."

  "I'm too old …" Piper sobbed, shaking.

  He held her tightly, stroking her back. "No, you are not. You are a little girl in a grown woman's body, and I take my role seriously in promising to help bring that little girl out and make her feel loved and wanted. But the big girl," he kissed her nose, "the one who risked her life today, needs to know that she is too special to me to do something so foolish. Why are you crying?"

  "I'm scared," she hiccupped, "and embarrassed, and feel so stupid."

  "Part of a spanking is the humiliation that comes with it," Jeoff told her. "You also have to understand that it is administered with love and a purpose, and never in anger or retribution. It will hurt, but much less than plowing into the side of the bridge or killing a car full of children. Are you ready?"

  Piper began to weep, her hand covering her face. She shook her head, "I can't …"

  "We have time. You can sit here with me until you are ready. I know it's scary, but you need to face the consequences eventually."

  Piper cried into his chest, her body trembling in his warm arms. Several minutes passed before she whispered, "Let's get this over with."

  "Good girl. I know that took a lot out of you. Over my knees now—and yes, those jeans will be coming down."

  "No! You can't! Jeoff …" Piper begged, her hair pooling on the floor as Jeoff easily placed her over his hard legs. He did not answer as he reached under her pelvis to unzip her pants and then slide them down over her hips, bunching them at mid-thigh. She reached behind with her right hand to grab the waistband of her pale blue panties before he had the opportunity to drag those down, as well. Silently, Jeoff untangled her fingers and held her wrist firmly in his left hand.

  "No reaching back, young lady. In the future, that would mean I take out the hairbrush, and you don't want that."

  "No! Oh God, don't … OW!" Piper yelped as the first smack landed across her snowy bottom-cheeks.

  "You were a very bad girl," Jeoff scolded, his callused palm striking in a loud crack across her jiggling globes. "I am so disappointed in you."

  Piper's tears fell harder than before. The waspish stings from his heavy hand quickly turned her bottom to a bright crimson as he peppered her paleness without pause. Smack by smack, his hand fell in quick succession and Piper felt the tips of his fingers striking the soft flesh, leaving tiny white dots that shifted to an angry red. Piper began to scissor her legs and kick wildly to escape her punishment, while bawling at the top of her lungs as to the unfairness and indignity of her plight. Her protests turned to anger, and she screamed obscenities at him between spanks, vividly telling him to insert his different body parts into an odd selection of body cavities. Her rage rose, and she threatened to call the police, the CIA, FBI, Homeland Security, and every news station on the planet. He was undeterred by her threats, and the spanking continued, falling long and hard against her tender sit-spots and coloring the creases between her delicate bottom and upper thighs an assortment of pinks, roses and scarlets.

  Piper's anger diminished, and her threats turned to promises to behave and obey, and never to disappoint him again. She belted out apologies between muffled hiccups, and her kicking shifted to the lifting of her legs at each fleshy whack. She held her breath as Jeoff paused, waiting for him to light into her again. He did not. Instead, he rested his hand across the scorched mounds, unmoving as her body shook violently beneath it. Piper continued to wail out her apologies, and her tears transformed into a river of cathartic release.

  She could not stop. It was as though everything that ever caused her pain washed away with those tears. Her anger and fear, all her doubts, and the plague of self-loathing plummeted from her in hot, wet, streams that ran down her face and onto the wood floor. Jeoff pulled her to sit on the edge of his opened legs, her naked bottom resting in the empty place between his knees. He covered her lap with a blanket and held her tightly, rocking away all her troubles and soothing her heart with his quiet whispers of love.

  Chapter 5

  Piper woke, still wrapped securely in Jeoff's arms, and covered with a second warm fleece throw. Even in sleep, his hold around her body was strong and unbreakable, his grip tightening as she wriggled to break free. Wincing as her tender bottom scraped against his rough jeans, Piper settled back against his broad, solid chest. She placed her head against his shoulder and sighed.

  "What are you thinking about so seriously this beautiful morning?" Jeoff whispered into her ear.

  "That I really need to pee," Piper answered quickly, not wanting to reveal the true nature of her thoughts.

  "That can be arranged. Up you go," he said, lifting her in his arms and taking her to the south side of the house and into his bedroom.

  "I haven't been here yet," Piper said softly as he opened the door. "You said it was off-limits to clients and vanillas."

  "You aren't my client," Jeoff said, placing her on her feet, assuring the small blanket stayed wrapped around her naked lower half. "And you are no longer a vanilla. The bathroom is right there. Your toothbrush is on the counter."

  Piper entered the room and shut the door behind her, leaning back against it before she took in her surroundings. The bathroom was as large as her apartment's living room and kitchen combined! A large Roman tub rose from a tiled platform and overlooked the forest and stream that ran through the property. Two sinks framed the edges of a large vanity and dressing area, and the shower stall was laden with nozzles and gadgets. Dumbstruck by the unexpected opulence, Piper sat to do her business and giggled. Not only was the seat warm, but so was the water from the built in bidet! Both felt comforting upon her tender posterior.

  "Did you get lost, Pip? The restroom is not there to take a nap in," Jeoff called from outside the door.

  "The toilet seat felt so good I didn't want to leave it," she called back as she washed her hands and quickly brushed her teeth. She turned to look at her bottom, surprised to see only a few tiny bruises in the shape of his fingertips. Based on her tenderness, she had expected her bottom to be every color of the rainbow. Oddly, the lack of marks disappointed her …

  "Don't make me come in and get you!"

  "If I detour towards this tub, you might need to. I told you I was addicted to bubble baths," Piper responded. She wrapped the blanket back around her waist and opened the door. "Hi."

  "Are you okay?" Jeoff asked
, lifting her chin and looking into her blue eyes with concern.

  "Yeah. I really am. Incredibly embarrassed, but … I don't know how to explain how I feel."

  "Let's get some coffee, and we'll talk. Here," he pulled a pair of pink pajama pants out of her overnight bag and kneeled on the ground. "Lift your foot."

  Piper watched in fascination as he placed her feet into the pants and then easily slid them up to her waist. He pulled the throw from her body and tossed it on the bed, then beckoned to her as he sat in an overstuffed chair. Piper closed her eyes as he gently brushed the tangles from her hair, stopping on occasion to run a finger along the outline of her face. Her scalp began to tingle as he ran the boar bristles through the length, counting each stroke out loud until he reached one hundred. He kissed the back of her neck before braiding the golden waves.

  Jeoff stood, lifting her from his lap and holding his hand for her to take. Piper followed him in silence, mesmerized by how easily he could direct her without uttering a word. She followed his finger to sit herself on the window bench nearest to the fireplace and watched as he stoked the fire with practiced ease. She shifted her backside uncomfortably beneath her, grateful that the leather cushion was soft and pliable.

  Jeoff handed her a cup of coffee and a bowl of fruit, raising his eyebrow as she began to argue with him. Wrinkling her nose, Piper bit into the banana and then sipped the coffee.

  "Mmm! It tastes like candy corn!"

  "Dunkin' Donut seasonal specialty. You like?"

  "How the hell do you know all these things that I enjoy? I love candy corn. Hate breakfast though." Piper bit into a piece of baked cinnamon apple.

  "Watch the language. I don't want to have to spank you again so soon. Your bottom would not appreciate it. As for knowing the things you enjoy, they are what most little girls like. Plus, I listen carefully. Let's talk. Tell me what you are feeling after our first session together."

  Piper took in a breath. "It snowed last night. Did you see? Can we go out?"

  "Piper…

  "Oh, alright. There is this little piece of me that doesn't want you to even look in my direction. But then, I also feel like I can't hide from you even if I tried. I feel … clean. Like there is nothing that can hurt me. Except those bear paws you call hands."

  "Was it what you expected?"

  "Hell … heck, no. I didn't think it would hurt so much. Or that I would ever stop crying. You managed to turn on the waterworks. I was afraid you would need flood insurance if I continued," Piper blushed, stirring her coffee absently.

  "I have flood insurance, so don't worry about that," Jeoff chuckled. "Did I frighten you?"

  "No. That was what I found so odd. I hated it. Oh, God, you have no idea how much I hated every second. But I also knew I was safe. The safest I have even been."

  "Welcome to D&S, darling. That is what it is all about."

  ***

  Piper was unable to contain herself as she ran along the rocky shoreline that afternoon. As a reward for honestly sharing her experience with him, Jeoff took her on an impromptu trip to the beach. Her eyes shone brightly as she stared as the rough, gray waves breaking in white, foamy explosions over the black rocks.

  "This is amazing," she shouted over the massive pounding surf as Jeoff snuggled her close to his body.

  "You are amazing. Have you really never been to the beach before?"

  "Never. There are so many things I've always wanted to see but never had the chance. One day, maybe …"

  "What things? Tell me."

  "Going to Sea World, Disney, the zoo, a 3-D IMAX movie," Piper rattled off, closing her eyes to the salty spray, "snow skiing, ice skating, and Santa's Village. I know they sound so childish, but …"

  "We need to take a trip down to San Diego when the weather warms up a bit. As for those other things, they are very doable, especially this time of year. We can consider them good incentives to promote good behavior."

  "Are you like my fairy godfather or something?" Piper asked, turning around to look up into his face.

  His warm, caramel-colored eyes surveyed her, laden with affection. "There is nothing fairy-like about my godfathering at all. I told you I was a good daddy."

  "Yes, you are." She leaned her face to his chest. "I would have been such a happy child if I had a daddy like you."

  "It's not too late, baby girl. I'm here to take care of you," he murmured into her hair. "I have an idea. Let's build a sandcastle."

  Startled by his unexpected suggestion, Piper raced after him to a patch of beach that was free from the raging waves. She laughed as he began to pile the sand into a heap and dug out his moat, unconcerned about the wet grit clinging to his jeans or the strand of seaweed she tossed in his dark hair. As they built the lopsided structure, he told a story about an abandoned little princess who had no home and no family. She ran away to a distant land and met a fearless warrior in a tavern. Piper giggled loudly as he expanded upon his own character:

  "This warrior knight was the most powerful man in the region. His ruggedly strong and incredibly handsome face, charming smile, and impeccable manners made every maiden, young or old, desire to be his. But there was only one he wanted … the golden-haired woman/child that sat forlornly before him at a table laden with the most delicious food served anywhere in the kingdom. But did she eat? No. That did not please him. Not at all," Jeoff added, waiting for Piper to comment. She merely stuck out her tongue at him.

  His story continued. "Because courting without an escort was considered unseemly in that place and time, the gorgeous, gallant and massively strong warrior and his sweet little princess went on 'non-dates' so that they might grow to know each other."

  "How come you get to be all those things and I'm just sweet and little?" Piper pouted.

  "It's my story."

  "Well, poo on your story," Piper snickered, knocking down the castle and taking off in a dead run. Her capture ended in a deep, passionate kiss, with Piper raking her fingernails across the span of his back.

  "I want you," she whispered as Jeoff nibbled at her throat.

  "It's too soon. You need to be trained first," Jeoff whispered back.

  "Trained? For what?" Piper asked with a frown, pulling away to look at him.

  "To be my true submissive. I finally found what I've been looking for, and I am not going to let you go."

  "When do we start?" Piper asked, grazing her teeth along his lips.

  "We already have."

  ***

  "I'm confused," Piper admitted, rubbing her head. "Why are we watching a documentary about wolf packs?"

  "Don't you like it?" Jeoff asked, his arm snugly bound around her slender shoulders as he stuck a piece of kettle corn in her mouth.

  "It's okay, but you said you were going to teach me about D&S. What does a bunch of dogs have to do with the lifestyle?"

  "It is the old-school dynamic of D&S. I told you that things have changed over the years with the availability of social networking, and there are as many different thoughts on the subject as there are people. This is how I was taught to conduct myself and how I will teach you."

  "I'm still confused."

  Jeoff paused the television and turned to face her. "Wolves are the most natural examples of the perfect D&S community. They are organized with each individual serving a purpose to maintain stability and assist with the needs of the other members. The pack is led by an alpha male and an alpha female, and they are the only ones to mate. The leader is determined, not by gender, but the strength and ability to protect the other members."

  "So it's not only the male?"

  "No, there are packs, like there exist D&S households, that the female is the leader. She is called a Domme, where a man is called a Dom. It is also known that multiple female wolves in the same pack tend to cause problems, since they will fight among themselves more often than the males do. That is the reason strong leadership and guidelines are vital for the pack's survival, and why each member must know and be solid in
their position. Otherwise it is pure chaos."

  "I can see that happening," Piper shuddered. "High school all over again. Like what you told me about your D&D clients, right?"

  "Exactly. After the alpha pair, there are the mature subordinates who are subservient to the alphas. These are known as the betas. In D&S, these submissives and would-be doms would be the ones who would follow the examples set by their alphas, once again ensuing the chain of command with the intent to seek their own alpha pairing one day. They are often switches, and are accepted in both the submissive or the dominant environment as long as they remember their place as a junior."

  "Switches?"

  "There are three kinds. Top-heavy, bottom-heavy, and hour-glassed. Top-heavy switches take on a primary dom role and occasionally give themselves to be a sub. Bottom heavy are the opposite, preferring the submissive role but flexing to the top as needed. The hourglass, or 50/50s, divide their time evenly. Again, it is not about playing. Switches tend to be even more serious about their roles because they have to fit into both sides of the community."

  "How can you tell?"

  "Well, if you called yourself a switch because you liked to play spank a partner, all you would need to do is stand before a real Domme. If your legs start shaking or you feel intimidated, that usually says it all. Those female tops can be downright scary. I personally would never cross one," Jeoff grinned.

  "I will remember that when I want to spank you." Piper offered a mischievous smile.

  "I promise that is not going to happen. Ever. On with our lesson. Thirdly, we have the omegas, who tend to be bullied by the others and are generally labeled as the players of the groups. In the community, they are often viewed as the wannabe alphas and pseudo-switches, but they don't want to put in the work to make their way there or earn the respect that comes with the title. Some groups opine that they are there to provide comedic relief because they are sometimes hard to take seriously. Personally, I believe that the weekend-warriors and the play groups are vital to maintaining community balance. These are the ones who have the ability to draw even the most serious alpha into play-mode . Finally, of course, there are the juveniles."