Piper's Journey (Into Submission 1)

by Breanna Hayse

  "You are sooo …"

  "Mean," both Mr. Howard and Jeoff finished her sentence. They laughed, ignoring the fury in Piper's face.

  Mr. Howard wiped the back of his hand across his eyes as he caught his breath. "It never gets old, does it? The subby mantra of 'it's not fair' and the declaration that you are so mean. It never ceases to make me smile when I hear it."

  "Even after all these years, it still amuses me too. And to think that she came up with it without being exposed to the others." Jeoff shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sweet-P, but those are my rules. You need to trust me in this. Howard? I am having her move to the guest cottage. She is having an incident with the ex, and I would like to get her things away from her old place immediately. Can you spare a couple of hours and help me? There isn't very much stuff to gather."

  "Yep. I'll even call the boys from the club to assist, if you need them."

  "I was thinking about some of the Hawks. That way we will have a living wall if anyone tries to interfere."

  "What's happening that makes you want a line of defense?"

  Jeoff explained the situation while Piper continued to pout. Mr. Howard elbowed her. "Why the long face? Jeoff is only trying to help you."

  "I'm pissed. The two of you are talking about me as though I'm not even here and have no say-so in my life. Lyle is pulling this crap because he thinks he owns me, and now Jeoff is making these primary sub declarations. This isn't the Dark Ages. I am a free woman and am not for sale."

  "The ownership I am claiming is completely different, baby girl," Jeoff explained, pulling her reluctant body onto his lap. "It is based on what is best for you, and …"

  "Lyle claims to know what's best for me, too! There is no difference between the two of your claims, and I won't be part of it."

  "Do not ever group me into the same category as that slime-bag ex of yours," Jeoff warned. "For your information, there is a tremendous difference. The only thing I want is for you to be safe and happy. Can he make that assertion? I have nothing to gain by placing these rules on you."

  "Oh, bullshit," Piper hissed, pulling away. "By dictating every move I make, you guarantee yourself access to whatever you want from me. I am not going to be under anyone's thumb ever again, got it? You use this D&S crap as your fucking excuse to …"

  "Go to the bedroom, Piper."

  "No!" she screeched, pushing herself to a standing position. "And don't you go giving me that look. I am not your puppet!"

  "I told you to go to the bedroom," Jeoff stayed calm, not moving his position from the couch.

  "Maybe I better go …" Mr. Howard said, glancing between the two of them.

  "No, you stay. I will be right back. Please excuse me," Jeoff said, as he stood to face the angry girl. "You, missy, have a choice. Either march your little backside to my bedroom and wait for me with your bare bottom over the edge of the mattress, or I put you across my knee right in front of Mr. Howard. I will not have screaming, swearing or disrespect in this house. You have until the count of three to make up your mind. One …"

  "You are insufferable!"

  "Two …"

  "This is not fair! I should be able to decide what I want in my life."

  "Thr …"

  "I'm going! Son of a bitch," Piper growled, grabbing her crutches and hobbling to the bedroom at the end of the hall.

  "I will be in there shortly. Make certain that bottom is where I told it to be."

  Piper muttered curses under her breath. She was furious, embarrassed, and felt completely out of control of her own life. Jeoff was a complete opposite of Lyle, yet he was making identical demands. She began to sob bitterly, burying her face in her hands as she sunk to the floor next to the bed. She ignored the sound of Jeoff's heavy footsteps and the closing of the wooden door.

  "I told you to lean over the bed and bare your bottom, young lady."

  "Why should I?" Piper wept. "Is this how it's going to be? You dictate, and I get spanked? This is not going to work. I can't let myself be trapped again."

  Jeoff squatted beside her. "There is something between us that you did not have with Lyle. It's called respect. Have I shown you any disrespect since we met?"

  "No."

  "Have I given you a reason not to trust my judgment?"

  "No."

  "Have I done or said anything to make you believe that you would be chained to me, without a future, hope or happiness? I found an opening for you to get a job so that you could earn the money you need to be comfortable. I am setting you up to meet people for a teaching internship in order for you to follow your goals and pursue a career. I have spoiled you rotten with your favorite things without being asked to do so. Does that sound like someone with an agenda to keep you dependent on me?"

  Piper paused. "You want to take away my apartment and make me stay here."

  "I want you to be safe from this animal that terrifies you. You could get another apartment, but he would only hunt you down again. Tell me something, Piper. Would Lyle do any of this stuff for you?"

  "No," Piper admitted guardedly. "What's your point?"

  "My point is that I am not Lyle. He would never do anything to help get you on your feet or steer you in a direction that could feasibly make you independent of him or his money. He will also squelch anything you try to do, such as begin a new life. I am not doing that. I am trying to provide you with a sense of security and protection. Something you have no idea how to deal with."

  "I don't need to be told what to do all the time. I am not a child." Piper wiped her nose with her sleeve.

  "No, you are not. You are a consenting adult who made the conscious choice to be rude to me in front of our guest and then defy my instructions afterwards. You have a boatload of anger issues that need to be worked through, but they are not going to be resolved until you start exercising some self-control and showing respect for yourself. And me."

  "I have no fuckin' anger issues! Damn it, Jeoff, why …" Piper glared at him. "Are you laughing at me?"

  "No, darling, I am laughing at how incredibly stubborn you are. What do you hope to accomplish?"

  Speechless, Piper simply narrowed her eyes.

  "We are not going to get anywhere as long as you feel the need to have a battle of the wills," Jeoff observed. He rummaged through the drawers of his end table and pulled out a yellow pad and a pen. "I warned you about your disrespect. You are to start writing lines, Piper Rose. I want two hundred before you go to bed tonight."

  "I am not …"

  "Two hundred, missy. They will say, 'I will exercise self-control, show respect, and not take my anger out on my Dom.' When you are finished, we will discuss whether or not I should use a strap on that naughty little bottom when I spank it. You are already due a real paddling for a similar outbreak."

  "This isn't fair!"

  "One more word and I will make it three hundred and consider the use of my belt," he said patiently. "To avoid any distractions or add the temptation to go to sleep, you will plant yourself at the kitchen table to write your lines."

  "Jeoff!"

  "One more thing," he said, as he lifted her in his arms to carry her out, "if you even think of acting up again in front of Howard, I will paddle you right then and there. I don't want to have to embarrass you. I'll bring you the crutches in case you need to get up."

  Chapter 11

  Piper shook her hand miserably, trying to regain some feeling after the first hundred sentences. She offered Mr. Howard a sad look, with the hopes she would elicit some sympathy.

  "Do you need something, Peeper?" the old man asked.

  "I have no circulation left in my fingers. They might have to be amputated if I do any more of these lines. I should be excused from the rest of them, so that I have no permanent finger damage."

  "That is a new one. Very inventive. What do you think, Jeoff?"

  "I have never seen permanent finger damage from writing lines, nor have I had to send any of my girls for finger removal. Very creative, but it's
not going to make me change my mind. Continue."

  "You're mean."

  "Yes, I know."

  Jeoff cleared his throat loudly as Piper began to kick the table legs. "Really, young lady? Do you seriously want to go there?" The sound of kicking ceased. "I didn't think so. I don't understand why you are deliberately trying to push me."

  "I'm not. I just hate writing lines, and my hand hurts," Piper pouted.

  "Punishment is not meant to be pleasant. Finish up."

  Mr. Howard chuckled as Jeoff shook his head. "This one is going to be the most delightful handful you have ever had, isn't she? I think you chose well, old friend."

  "Me, too. Yes?" Jeoff patiently said as Piper began to wave her hands in the air for attention.

  "I need to go to the bathroom."

  "Then go, and don't dawdle. You are already in enough trouble for one night. And do not roll your eyes at me."

  Piper grumbled as she hobbled to the bathroom in Jeoff's room. On impulse, she rummaged through his dresser drawers for one of his T-shirts and then slipped into bed. No way would he wake her if she fell asleep!

  ***

  "OW!" Piper shrieked as Jeoff's hand splatted sharply across her bottom.

  "OW is right. I told you to do something, and you seem to have this need tonight to defy me. Don't go giving me the tears," Jeoff scolded, as he rolled up the sleeves of his soft blue flannel shirt. "You are going to need them for your spanking. We might as well just deal with what I already owe you, too."

  "I was tired! Noooooo!" Piper wailed as he easily pulled her across his broad lap.

  "Yessssss," Jeoff retorted, sliding her panties down to her thighs and then lifting his leg to anchor her bottom in place. "I don't know what has gotten into you, but we are going to nip this in the bud. You have really left me with no choice but to spank this attitude right out of you."

  "Let me goooooo …."

  He shifted her on his knee, his warm left hand firmly pressed into the small of her back. "If you even think of reaching back, I promise to double my speed. I am sure you don't want that, do you?"

  "I'm sorry. I'll be good. I promise," Piper pleaded as he slowly rubbed his right palm across her soft skin.

  "I have heard you say that before. I am sorry, darling, but this time we will make certain you learn your lesson."

  Piper's eyes grew wide as the first smack made contact with her flesh. "FUCK! That hurt!" she yelped, suddenly squirming desperately to escape.

  Jeoff smacked her briskly three times on the back of her thighs, making her howl. "Fuck is not a safe word, little girl. Are you done swearing?"

  "I don't know!" Piper cried out. "I can't help it."

  "That is a fair answer. I should advise you that every time you swear, I will spank the back of your thighs. I don't like to do that, but I need to get your attention," came the calm, almost surreal, response.

  "You have my attention. I swear I will never ... Owie!"

  "Why are you getting this spanking, Piper Rose?" Jeoff asked, splatting his palm once again against her bottom.

  "Because you are mean and have no sense of humor," Piper sniveled.

  "I see nothing funny about you deliberately disobeying me. Where do you think you are going?" he asked calmly as the woman attempted to squirm off his lap.

  "I'll be goooood," Piper sobbed, grabbing his calf as Jeoff's palm landed repeatedly across her red, jiggling cheeks. "Please stop! I promise I'll behave! I'll do anything you want, and …"

  "Yes, honey, you will behave," Jeoff answered, targeting her sit-spots. "You are not going to bargain your way out of this spanking, baby. You have earned this. Are you actually trying to bite me?"

  "Eeek! You're killing me!" Piper screeched as Jeoff traded his palm for a broad, oval hairbrush. Her protests increased in intensity as he flailed the back of the brush efficiently across her wriggling back end.

  "No one has ever died from a spanking, young lady. Did you just reach back?"

  "Nooooo!" Piper cried out as he rested the hairbrush on the center of her back and applied his palm to the backs of her tender thighs. "Ohmygod, stopstopstop …."

  "I warned you not to reach back. Must I tell you again? Why are you bare-bottomed and across my knee being spanked like an impertinent child?" He returned spanking her crimson derriere. Breathless, Piper responded with a loud wail and tried to arch her back in another useless attempt to avoid the painful whacks. Jeoff paused the spanking to allow her to catch her breath. "Well?"

  "Doesn't your hand ever get sore?" Piper cried helplessly.

  "Nope. Why won't you answer me?"

  "I can't remember," she wept.

  "Would using a strap help your memory?"

  "No! Jeoff, please stop. I can't think. It hurts too much."

  "Answer me."

  "I was being deliberately defiant and bratty and didn't want to be told what to do. Please …"

  "Do you understand why I am disappointed in your behavior this evening?"

  Piper shuddered as she felt his hand on her trembling, throbbing skin. "Yes, I understand. I'm sorry. I really am sorry."

  "What are you sorry for, Piper?"

  "I was being a little bitch, and you were only trying to help me. I also embarrassed you in front of Mr. Howard by having a fit about something I really don't know anything about."

  "Do you think you deserved this red bottom?" Jeoff questioned, his hand resting across her hot posterior.

  Piper hesitated, struggling between the answer he wanted to hear and her drive for self-preservation. Wisely, given the position she was in, she chose the former. "Yes, Sir."

  "Was it necessary to learn a lesson?"

  "I suppose."

  "I am going to take that as a reluctant affirmative." He removed the hairbrush from her back and set it on the mattress next to him. "Because your ankle is injured, I am going to allow you to sit on a chair in the corner instead of stand."

  "I don't want to sit in the corner. I am an adult, and …"

  "The proper response would be thank you for being so considerate. Your response, however, results in another spanking."

  "NO!" Piper scooted across the bed and slid off the side as Jeoff rose to capture her. "Thank you for being so considerate!" she yelled.

  "Your defiance never ceases to amaze me. What are you doing?" he asked as she slipped under the bed frame.

  "Hiding from you."

  He kneeled on the ground and peeked at her. "You are not very good at hiding. I can still see you."

  "Maybe, but you can't get me very easily. Please, no more spankings."

  "Are you going to quietly sit in the corner until I give you permission to leave?"

  "I will if you don't spank me. I'm already super-sore."

  "I'm not negotiating here, young lady. Come out of there this instant."

  Piper offered a pathetic expression as she obeyed. She whimpered as he resumed his position on the edge of the bed and flopped her once again across his lap. He delivered five mild spanks 'for her edification' and then kissed her warmly.

  Piper sat uncomfortably in the corner of the living room as Jeoff and Mr. Howard resumed their conversation. She squirmed on the hard chair, using her arms to lift her scorched backside off the rigid wood. Despite the burning discomfort, she found it difficult to be angry with Jeoff for spanking her. When he planted a gentle kiss on the top of her head as he walked by, Piper felt her heart crumble in regret for her behavior.

  "I'm sorry," she whispered in a tiny voice, looking up into his gentle eyes. "Please don't be mad at me."

  "I'm not angry. All is forgiven, Sweet-P. Come here."

  Piper snuggled against his chest and curled her legs under her. As she dozed, she heard him whisper, "I love you."

  Warmth filled her heart as she smiled. "I love you, too."

  ***

  Two days later, Piper sat bundled in blankets on the porch swing watching as Jeoff, Mr. Howard, and five members of the Winterhawk hockey team carried her meager
belongings from Jeoff's truck to the guest house. She shifted to her right hip to spare herself the agony of sitting on the still-tender bruises that kept her backside in an uncomfortable state. She was a tiny bit miffed at the fact that Jeoff had been rather pleased to see a visible reminder of his firmly-administered spanking. He had further verbalized that he felt assured she would remember the power of the hairbrush in the future.

  The seven men gathered around her as though she were the queen of the castle—bringing her pizza, fluffing the pillow under her injured ankle, and offering their assistance in anything she demanded of them. Unused to the attention, Piper blushed profusely as she politely declined. Her refusals were promptly ignored as they waited upon her anyway. She finally looked desperately at Jeoff and mouthed 'help me'.

  "Guys, my sweet little thing here isn't used to being worshipped like the goddess she is. I don't think I've seen that color red since, well," he paused as the color in Piper's face deepened, "since the last sunset. Let's get you inside. Are you tired, honey? Do you need a nap?"

  "I don't do naps, thank you," Piper announced shyly. "Did you guys have problems getting my stuff out?"

  The men seized the chance to flock around the table and deliver his own rendition of how the group bypassed the building manager, intimidated the nosy neighbor, and muscled their way past the massive Chihuahua that threatened to annihilate all trespassers within five feet of its windowsill. Piper's discomfort shifted to hysterical laughter as the stories exponentially grew in proportion to her reaction.

  Mr. Howard expounded upon the tales with his own rendition of chivalry. "Yup," he said proudly, "that poor old thing could barely walk across the street. Nearly had to carry her to safety …."

  "Dude!" one of the men laughed loudly, "get those glasses fixed. The chick was young and had one of those pull things for her computer. She was waiting for her ride and had no reason to go across the street."

  "Then why did she go? Huh?" Mr. Howard argued back.

  "You took her bag out of her hand, ordered her to her feet from the bench, and just started hobbling across. What was she s'posed to do?"