Piper's Journey (Into Submission 1)

by Breanna Hayse

  "I hope I don't get to be that dependent. I mean, I spent a lifetime in what Jeoff calls vanilla submission, where I was a doormat. I don't ever want that again."

  "Don't worry, Peepers. He won't allow that. Can I get ya anything else?"

  "A new ass? Mine is killing me. I'm surprised I didn't start an earthquake," Piper grinned.

  "I don't think Jeoff is ready to trade that pretty little bottom in for another just yet. Sorry."

  "Humpf. How about some lunch? I managed to escape breakfast this morning. Right under his nose, too," she giggled.

  "I'll hop into town and pick up some hot soup. Jeoff said that the new Thai place makes a great hot and sour lemongrass chicken soup. No coconut," he winked.

  Piper was astonished. "How did you know I was allergic to coconut?"

  "I told you," Mr. Howard patted her shoulder, "we Doms are expert listeners and observers. You have a bowl full of candy on your desk and haven't once touched the Mounds bars. I figured that it was either because you hated coconut or were allergic."

  "I would never thought of that. I am impressed."

  "I wish I could take all the credit, but Jeoff pointed that out yesterday when he came to get you. You finished off the other chocolate bars in there." Mr. Howard gathered his keys and headed towards the door. "I'll bring you some more snow for your ankle and then get going. Call on my cell if you need anything else."

  "Okay, thanks. Please be careful. It's slippery out there," Piper said, easing the weight from her sore back before reaching to rub her leg. She waited until his truck left the parking lot before pushing to her feet. Unable to bear weight on the injured limb, she hopped to the bathroom, wincing as the stabbing spikes of pain traveled across her lower back and down her leg.

  "I really did it this time," she groaned, catching her breath at the sink. She lowered her jeans to look at the large, black bruise resting on top of her left buttock. Her gaze diverted to the marks below, a delicate lace of purple stripes and blotches. Piper touched the still-tender area below her right globe. Jeoff called these "badges of pride," and predicted that she would want more as time progressed. She had initially argued with him, but now she looked upon them with a smile. He was, again, correct.

  Chapter 9

  Piper was unprepared for the chiding she received during the drive home that evening. She crossed her arms, pouting angrily as Jeoff scolded her.

  "I know I should have insisted on your getting proper footwear, after you slipped on the ice outside of your apartment," he lamented. "I allowed you to talk me out of it. No more of that. For now on, you will do as I tell you, for your own safety. You could have broken your neck!"

  "Stop yelling at me. I slipped and twisted my stupid ankle. You've done the same damn thing, remember? We met the day you threw out your back!"

  "That is different."

  "How, exactly?"

  Jeoff scowled, staring ahead at the road. "It just is. Don't argue with me. And watch the mouth."

  "Did you take a 'total asshole' pill this evening to make you so fucking cranky?" Piper snapped.

  "Would you care to rephrase that?"

  "Not really."

  Silence filled the truck's cab and Piper began to squirm. She recalled the story Mr. Howard had told her about Jeoff's ex-girlfriend and bit her lip. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

  "I have some pain meds and anti-inflammatories that you can take when we get home. I would prefer you stay with me for a couple of days, so you don't have to be on your feet."

  Piper noticed his coldness. "Thanks. I think that's a good idea. Jeoff? I'm really sorry I spoke to you like that. You were only worried about me, and I shouldn't have gone off on you."

  "We will talk about that later, when you feel better."

  A tear inched down her soft cheek. "Jeoff?"

  "What?"

  "Did I just blow it?"

  "What are you talking about?" Jeoff asked, setting the emergency brake and readying to exit the vehicle.

  "Nothing."

  "Let me get you into the house and settled down, and then you can tell me about this 'nothing' you are talking about."

  Piper leaned against his shoulder as he carried her inside and lowered her to his bed. The room was uncomfortably silent as he gently removed her Ugg boot and unwrapped the bandage. He pressed along the swollen ridge of her ankle, ignoring her whimpering as he probed for signs of breakage. Satisfied that her bones were intact, he prepared a basin of hot water and Epson salts to soak the sprain.

  "You're good at this," Piper praised as he rewrapped her limb and placed an ice pack upon it.

  "It's my job as a sports therapist, remember? Alternate ice and heat, keep it elevated, and take those meds," he ordered before turning to leave.

  "Jeoff? Please, don't go. I was wrong. I know I was disrespectful. I wasn't thinking."

  "No, you weren't thinking. I can't do anything about it right now, but I promise I will take care of it later on."

  "What do you mean?"

  "You have earned yourself a real paddling for that lack of self-control."

  "Please, don't be so angry with me."

  "I don't get angry, baby girl. I am very disappointed in you, though. Is there anything else you need from me?" His voice was soft and accommodating, making her feel even more guilt for her unnecessary outbreak.

  "Actually," she blushed, "if you have anything I can rub on my ass, I think that would help. I landed awfully hard on the left side."

  Jeoff's eyebrows raised slightly, and Piper detected a twitch of a smile. "Let me see."

  Rolling her eyes, Piper unzipped her jeans and pulled the back down just enough to reveal the contusion. "Ow!" she yelped as he pressed along the area.

  "Take off your pants and put your belly over a pillow. I'll be right back."

  A shiver of excitement journeyed through her as she positioned herself on several pillows with her bottom properly high into the air. She felt vulnerable and exposed, yet very aroused. The mattress sank as Jeoff sat next to her and gently skimmed her panties to mid-thigh.

  "My bruise is high. You don't need to pull them down all the way, you know," Piper mumbled in the pillow.

  "I am aware of where it is, and since I have decided to take ownership of this little stubborn bottom of yours, I intend to look at the whole thing as much as I want. Do you have a problem with that?" he asked, abruptly.

  "Do I have a choice?"

  "Not really. It's beautiful, you know," he announced, rubbing ointment into the angry, dark area. He focused on the hard lump that rose from under her skin. "I don't like this bruise. It's too close to the sciatic nerve. Are you experiencing any numbness or tingling?"

  "It just hurts. Do you not like it because you didn't give it to me?" Piper teased.

  Jeoff smacked her lower cheeks smartly, making her yip. "That is exactly why. This is arnica. People say it helps with reducing contusions. If anything, it will soften the area a bit so that it can heal a little faster. These are lovely," he said as he trailed his finger along the remaining paddles lines. "You will mark beautifully when I discipline you for your rudeness."

  "You seriously want to mark me?"

  "Oh, yes. You will want to have marks after our sessions as well."

  "Why the hell would I want that? OW! Stop it," Piper whined as his hand splatted against the back of her thigh.

  "Then stop swearing. You don't want me to bring out the bar of soap, do you?"

  "No …."

  "What did you say?" Jeoff asked, his hand hovering over her bare bottom. It descended with a loud clap.

  "OWWW! No, Sir!"

  "Much better. I'm sensing a need to up the ante with you. Perhaps I should consider having you write lines. Maybe fifty a day until your bottom is healed enough to take a solid spanking. What do you think?"

  "Lines? Are you joking?"

  "Lines, Piper Rose. 'I will obey my Dom and speak to him with respect'. Any more more mouthiness and that is exactly what will hap
pen," Jeoff stated, his hand massaging the rounded fullness of her rump. "Spread your legs."

  "Why? OOOOWWW! Stop that! It hurts!"

  "Mind me. Now."

  Piper shivered as she slowly obeyed, wincing at the sting that remained on the back of her thigh. Her face heated as she visualized Jeoff staring at her intimate areas, studying them with familiarity and a sense of possession. He knew she was ready for an intimate relationship with him, but had also made it very clear that it would be on his terms. She could not understand why the fact that he was withholding himself from her caused so much excitement.

  She jerked as his hand settled on her inner thigh, his fingers brushing the lips of her pussy. "Jeoff … don't …" she whimpered, not meaning the words, yet feeling obliged to say them.

  "Be quiet," he said lightly. "You offered your submission to me. As long as we are together, you are mine to pleasure or punish. Have you changed your mind?"

  "No, Sir," Piper whispered, her arousal growing with this 'new' Jeoff. Unlike the nurturing, fun-loving 'daddy' type persona she had become familiar with, there was nothing playful in this side of him. This personality was strictly what he personalized as 'the Dom'.

  "Then you will obey me. Spread wider. I want to see your pussy. All of it, girl."

  Piper groaned, his command repeating itself in her mind as she obeyed. She clenched the muscles of her groin as he blithely ran his fingers along the full length of her slit, starting at the peak of her swollen clit to the top of the cleft along her bottom.

  "You're wet. Why?" His voice was dark, menacing.

  Piper shivered. "I don't know. OW!" she shrieked as he cracked his wide palm along the inner thighs, leaving a bright red imprint.

  "That is not an appropriate answer. From now on, forgetting to address me properly will result in a stroke of the cane. Am I understood?"

  "Y, yes Sir," Piper returned. "I guess I understand. I mean …"

  "You have not felt a cane stroke yet," he said slowly, lifting the cane he kept hanging next to his bed from its hook. He ran the cold edge of the implement slowly and deliberately along the bare flesh of her bottom. "Even with that bruise, I can teach you a valuable lesson. It would not require much effort."

  "Why are you being so mean to me?" Piper asked, tensing as he ran the tip of the instrument down the backs of her thighs.

  "I am not mean. I am being strict with you because it is something you desperately need right now. We discussed this issue before—and my methods of handling things, remember? I am giving you what you need to let go of your past and move into our future. The only way I know that works is when strict boundaries are enforced to the areas that you are either too independent in or are too insecure. I want the chance to have a life with you. But there is only one way I know to make it work, and that is my way."

  Piper's mind reeled. Did he actually confirm the feelings that she shared for him? No! It was too soon.

  "Jeoff, I am on the rebound. I don't think this is wise," Piper said, with hesitation. "I mean, what if things go bad? What if I hate this type of life? What if …"

  "Life is filled with the words 'what if', Piper. You tell me." His fingers caressed her soft, pink lips, saturated with moisture.

  Piper groaned with the need to feel him inside of her growing. "I'm scared. It is so risky …."

  "I will be honest with you to admit that I am a bit frightened as well, but I am willing to take the chance that it could work."

  "You are? Why?" Her voice grew husky as she felt him touch her entrance with a single finger. He drew her juices out and painted them over her clit. He then tapped the little bud lightly before withdrawing. Piper moaned, "Oh, God, please…"

  "Tell me what you desire."

  "It's embarrassing, Jeoff. I've never verbalized my needs before."

  "Then I will teach you how."

  "Ow! Shit! What the …," Piper screeched as he landed the cane across the peaks of her bottom. A second stroke fell, and Piper reached back to protect herself.

  "Hands over your head. You may hold the edge of the mattress. Now talk to me."

  "I don't know what to say!" Piper called out, shifting her bottom left and right in an attempt to make it a less catchable target.

  "Let's start with the 'nothing' comment you made in the car after you asked if you blew it."

  The cane posed menacingly above her bottom. "Why are you doing this to me?" Piper whimpered with anticipation and distress.

  "Why? As far as I know, this is the only way I can get you to talk. When you clam up and don't communicate, it makes it very difficult to connect. You have your guard up, and it needs to come down. I find that talking with you comes easier when there are tears attached. Are you going to explain your comment now?"

  "Yes, Sir! I was just afraid that you would not want me any more because I am so fucked up!" she suddenly shouted.

  "Why would you think that?" he asked, ignoring her profanity. "Have I ever given you a reason to think I would just give up and walk away, if you weren't perfect?"

  "No, but I can't do anything right, and …"

  "That is why I am training you. As for perfection, I think things would be a little boring if you managed to be without a few flaws, don't you?"

  "I dunno," she sniffed. "I don't like that term, 'training'. It makes me feel like a dog."

  "It is what it is. I need you to try to believe that I can be trusted and that I will never harm you or put you into a situation that would case you harm. I'm not going anywhere, and I hope you feel the same. I want you to try to answer me, now. What do you want from me?"

  The cane descended again, leaving a hot trail in its wake. Piper sniveled again as the pain settled into a warm tingling sensation across the peaks of her pale backside.

  "I don't know how to answer," she sobbed, shamefully.

  "You are very wet. Your body is responding to the pain and humiliation in a natural way, and you don't want to accept that. Why not?"

  "I told you that it's embarrassing. I have only been with one man my entire life, and it was missionary position, in the dark, the entire time. He never looked at me and never touched me otherwise. I feel like a stupid, thirty-year-old virgin."

  "Then it is time for you to learn to enjoy your body and stop hiding. You are so beautiful and sexy," Jeoff said, his finger carefully probing her inner lips and running over the tip of her nub. "This body was made for giving and receiving pleasure."

  Piper held her breath as he inched his thick digit into her tight recess. Slowly, he ran his lubricated finger back and forth, becoming bolder as he gently explored her tightness. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt her muscles involuntarily clutch him, and she struggled not to resist her own urges.

  "I want you to learn not to edit your sexuality. There is nothing to be ashamed of between us. No secrets or hidden desires. I will never laugh at you or deny you what I am capable of giving. Take my finger and hold it tightly; let me feel the softness inside of you," he coaxed. "Tighter. Grip my finger. Harder, sweetheart. Hold me as though you don't want to let go. I am not going to hurt you. The tighter you hold, the more you will feel." He pressed the tip of his digit to her g-spot and massaged the spongy area with expert care.

  "What are you doing?" she gasped, her body wanting to both expand and contract in response to the stimulation.

  "Just enjoy it," he purred, touching her clit with his thumb and circling it slowly. "React, don't think. Take it in, baby."

  Piper's resistance faltered as he ran the pad of his finger back and forth against the hidden edge that framed the delicate tissue harboring her secret pleasure zone. Her pulse thumped in her ears as she drew closer to a pleasure she had never truly experienced. Piper's body seized, and nerve endings hurled, as though slingshot into the chasm of irrepressible delight. Her unexpected loss of inhibition, accompanied by a piercing, joyous scream sprinkled with very explicit profane exclamations, was the reward of her surrender. She crushed her body against his hand in an ov
erwhelming climax, gasping as sparking electrical waves undulated through the entirety of her body. She struggled to regain her stolen breath as she jerked spastically for several seconds, clinging to the comforter with iron fingers. Jeoff rested his hand against her mons, waiting patiently for her to return to a state of rest before he withdrew his fingers from her. Panting heavily and covered with a fine layer of sweat, Piper collapsed in a limp heap against the mattress.

  "Holy f …, what was that?" she coughed out hoarsely.

  "A pretty intense orgasm and major loss of inhibitions," Jeoff chuckled, lying down next to her. His hand tenderly caressed the warm skin of her hip and bottom, soothing the discomfort left by the bruise and his cane.

  "Wow. I guess being punished isn't that bad after all," Piper proclaimed, snuggling into a pillow and looking at him with a lazy smile.

  He touched her nose with his own. "That was not a punishment, baby. That was just me showing compassion for your condition. You will not be this happy with me after we deal with your transgression."

  "Aww … that's not fair. I mean …"

  "Nothing is ever fair in a sub's eyes, when it comes to her facing her just deserts. You earned a good spanking, and I promise to deliver."

  "You don't have to, you know," Piper pouted.

  "Of course I do. You would not respect me if I did not follow through on something that I promised you. Put that lower lip away, and try to rest up a bit. Those pain meds are going to make you sleepy. I'll be in to check on you after a while. Call me immediately if you need to get up," he said, sitting up after kissing her cheek.

  "Stay a little longer. Please?"

  "Just a few minutes," Jeoff sighed, lying back down and gathering her in his arms. Piper buried her face in his chest and snuggled tightly against him. With a single loud sigh, she fell asleep within seconds.

  Chapter 10

  The following morning, Jeoff announced that his 'patient' would not be leaving the house for the next day, in order to allow her ankle to rest. The only television he owned was located in the recreation lounge, and he refused to carry her down due to the frigid temperature of the basement. Piper fussed and complained, insisting that she could work at her desk and make herself useful. Her actions only succeeded in earning a lecture about her promise to mind him—and another light, but unpleasant, spanking.