Page 188 of Brie's Submission
“You acted like a disobedient child, therefore I shall treat you like one. Go to the kitchen and get the bag of rice.”
She quickly retrieved the rice and handed it over to him with her head bowed. She couldn’t imagine what he had in mind.
Sir took a handful of rice and spread it in a line on the floor. Then he took a second handful and covered the line with another layer. He handed the bag back to her. “Put it away and return to me.”
She did so with trepidation. What did the rice represent?
“Because you are unworthy to be naked before me, pull your pants up so that your knees are exposed.” She did so, watching with mortification as a long strand of saliva escaped her mouth and dribbled slowly to the floor when she bent over to roll up her jeans.
“I do not enjoy punishing you.”
She actually felt bad that her actions were forcing Sir to do this, and bowed her head lower in shame.
“Kneel on the rice with your weight resting on your knees.”
Brie knelt down slowly, positioning both knees on the hard little pellets. It didn’t become painful until she did as he commanded and put her full weight on her knees. She moaned in distress, the ball gag muffling her cry of discomfort.
“You will remain this way for twenty minutes.”
He went to the couch and began his work. She watched from the floor, trying to ignore the agony each tiny grain caused as it dug mercilessly into her knees. It seemed unreal that something so miniscule could cause such considerable pain.
As the clock ticked away the minutes, she tried to blink away the tears. Although it hurt, it was knowing she’d disappointed Sir that made the punishment truly unbearable. Thinking on it, she realized that not mentioning her encounter with Faelan was the same as putting the boy before Sir. It was glaringly clear to her now.
Being completely open and honest with Master was the only thing that mattered. How it affected others was not her concern. Brie accepted the pain as her obligation as a disobedient submissive. She would learn from it and would not let it happen again.
When the twenty minutes were up, Sir spoke to her again. “Get the broom and dustpan. Clean up your mess and then come stand before me.”
Brie could not immediately stand because of the debilitating pain, and was forced to roll to one side. She brushed off the rice still clinging to her skin and pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, rocking gently to comfort herself. Once the torturous ache had subsided enough for her to stand, she picked herself up and did his bidding before presenting herself before Master.
Sir put his work down and stood up, holding a small towel in his hand. He undid the ball gag, and cleaned up the copious amounts of spittle that came with it. Once she was presentable again, he spoke.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, Master. I will not keep anything from you in the future.”
“Fine. You may undress, then.”
With stiff movements, she took off her clothes and laid them in a neat pile beside her.
Sir held out his hands to her. “It’s okay, téa. I forgive you.”
Brie broke out in a sob and fell into his arms. He picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, then laid her down on the bed. After he’d shed his clothes Sir joined her, gathering her into his protective embrace. She could not stop the tears as she cried against his chest. Sir allowed her to weep, holding her tight. Eventually he whispered, “Hush now, Brie. You are my good girl.”
There was no hot sex afterwards, no sexual games, just a Master holding his repentant submissive in the dark.
“I love you, Sir.” Being reconnected with him was like being given a new lease on life. She felt she would burst with joy.
Sir nuzzled her neck and then bit down hard. She instantly became putty. “Tomorrow we are going to visit the Training Center.”
“Why, Sir?” She gasped as he began sucking on the delicate skin of her throat.
“There is something I want to show you.” Brie whimpered in pleasure, a host of images filling her mind. “Oh yes, my little sub. It’s about to get rough for you…”
Visiting the Center
Brie stared at Sir as the first of the sun’s rays flooded through the window. His face took on an almost boyish quality while he slept. It was sexy and so incredibly sweet. She was tempted to gently caress his cheek, but Sir must have sensed her inclination because he opened his eyes.
Brie gasped softly, her whole body quivering.
