Page 125 of Brie's Submission
“All except you, Miss Bennett,” Ms. Clark snapped.
Brie stood up to follow, but Marquis accosted Ms. Clark and spoke to her briefly. While she was waiting, Brie heard Lea whisper, “We’ll be in the parking lot.”
Brie closed her eyes in relief. At least Ms. Clark wasn’t taking that away from her. The Domme snapped her fingers and gestured for Brie to follow. Her trainer’s heels clicked loudly down the hall. The ire in her walk was easy to hear, filling Brie with apprehension.
Why am I such an idiot?
A Little Female Persuasion
Her trainer opened a door to a classroom Brie hadn’t been inside. It was completely bare except for the stockade in the center. “Place yourself in it, Miss Bennett, while I ready your punishment.”
Brie knelt down next to the ugly wooden device. She gingerly put her hands and neck into the grooves and stayed there while Ms. Clark busied herself. Brie had to keep the tears from falling when her trainer lowered the top board down. The click of the lock solidified Brie’s disgrace.
“Five weeks I have had to put up with your insolence. This has been a long time in coming.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Clark.”
“Mistress to you,” she corrected. “Save your apologies. They have no place here. You have been disrespectful to your trainer and must be punished. It is a natural consequence for disobedience.”
Ms. Clark pulled Brie’s skirt and panties off. Brie felt Ms. Clark’s hands spread her outer lips apart. “You will wear this for the entire session. I don’t think I need to tell you that coming is not an option.” Brie felt the cool invasion of a dildo push into her opening. She bit her lip, feeling nothing but humiliation.
Her Mistress turned the vibrator on to its fastest setting, then she showed Brie a long wooden paddle. “I prefer to use a cane, but Marquis forbade it with you.”
Brie was grateful for his intervention. It would have ruined the instrument for her.
When Mistress moved behind Brie, she closed her eyes. All she wanted was to escape the experience and she tried to shut down emotionally. It was as if Mistress knew, because she announced, “You will count for me, Miss Bennett.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Normally, I tell my subs the number of hits they must endure. However, I think I will keep that to myself.”
Brie groaned silently. The paddle came down hard across both cheeks. Brie gasped as the sting of it burst over her skin, and then dissipated. “One,” she called out to Mistress.
It was immediately followed by another, equally hard swat. Brie choked out, “Two.”
“Why are you being punished tonight, Miss Bennett?”
“I made a joke instead of answering your question.”
The third hit landed on her tender ass and Brie felt the first tear fall.
“It was your lack of respect towards me that was the problem.” Ms. Clark waited.
Brie realized she’d forgotten to count and blurted, “Three.”
“You will receive an extra for forgetting.”
Brie knew better than to beg for mercy, but had to bite her lip to prevent it.
“All along I have striven to help you succeed as a submissive, and yet you return my gift with flippancy?” The fourth swat made Brie weak all over.
“Four, Mistress.”
“What is your greatest weakness?”
Brie thought Mistress was taking a breather until she felt the fifth land on her ass. She gasped in surprise. “Five… I look Dominants in the eyes, Mistress.”
The sixth came with a hearty, “No!” Tears fell down Brie’s cheeks; there was no holding them back any longer. “Your greatest weakness is not remembering you are a submissive when you are in the presence of Dominants.”
