Page 133 of Brie's Submission
Brie stopped at the entrance to Mr. Gallant’s classroom. She hesitated for a second before dutifully untying her corset, but he stopped her. “Miss Bennett, that is unnecessary. I am your teacher. The ritual is only meant for your trainers.”
She quickly retied it, feeling embarrassed by her mistake, but that changed as soon as he gestured her to a chair with a smile. She sat down directly in front of his desk. It was strange being the only student in class, and she had to shake off the loneliness.
Mr. Gallant began, “Normally, I would hand you an evaluation by your Dom from the previous Auction Day. However, our time tonight is extremely short. In a nutshell, Mr. Wallace noticed that you struggled with his authority early on, but stated the problem resolved itself. He rated you a ten overall.”
Brie hid her smile.A ten, huh?
Her tiny but commanding teacher then got up from his desk and handed Brie a different packet. “You will be filling out the same questionnaire you completed when you enrolled in the course. Take time to answer the questions thoroughly. It will help us to structure this last week more effectively.”
Brie took the packet, feeling discouraged. It would take forever to fill out. Mr. Gallant then went back to his desk and opened a drawer, then pulled out Brie’s fantasy journal. A smile spread across her face when he placed it on the edge of her desk.
“After you are done with the questionnaire, I would like you to write down your last fantasy for us. Something a little more edgy, this time.”
Brie’s eyes widened at the prospect. Writing in her fantasy journal was always a treat, but the way Mr. Gallant had made it sound, the journal entry for this week was going to be used in a scene. She went to open the journal up, but he stopped her. “No journaling until the packet is complete.”
Ah, the carrot…
She dutifully opened to the first page of the packet and began filling out the numerous questions. Instead of being a chore, it was fascinating. She had changed a lot as a person in a short amount of time. Brie giggled when she came across the part where she had to rate different BSDM activities. She remembered marking anal sex and caning as two things she had not wanted to try. This time around, she marked both ‘Like’. Less than six weeks ago, she had been scared of African American men, due to her traumatic experiences as a child in public school, but Baron had managed to change that. Fear of the unknown also had no power over her. She now embraced andwantedto experience the unknown. Four years in college hadn’t produced the kind of results her six-week course had.
When Brie finished, she looked up and asked, “Mr. Gallant, can I ask you a personal question?”
He looked up from his book and replied, “You can ask, but I don’t guarantee I will answer.”
“Are you a Dominant?”
“Yes.”
I knew it!“May I ask another question?”
“Same rule applies.”
“Understood.” Brie couldn’t help blushing when she spoke. “Why don’t you have training sessions with the students?”
Mr. Gallant put his fingertips together in a thoughtful pose, considering his reply before answering her. “I don’t normally share my personal life, Miss Bennett. However, I will as long as you keep it between us.” When she nodded, he continued, “I have a monogamous relationship with my submissive, who also happens to be my wife.”
His answer melted Brie’s heart. “Thank you, Mr. Gallant.”
“I take it you are finished with the packet.”
She held it up and smiled. “I am. It was quite eye-opening, to say the least. I’ve changed a lot.”
He returned her smile. “I quite agree, Miss Bennett. Please hand it to me and start on your journal.” He looked at the clock and added, “You only have twenty minutes. Use the time wisely.”
Brie grinned at his little reminder. Too many times, she had gotten too caught up in the backstory to fully describe her fantasy. That wasnotgoing to happen tonight.
She opened the luxurious book. Mr. Gallant had had them record many delightful fantasies onto those beautiful gold-lined pages over the past six weeks. Fantasies she would be able to share with her Master… The burglar and the helpless housewife. The pirate and the virgin. The big, bad wolf and Little Red Riding Hood. The sheik and the slave girl. And now she was about to add another—one with a little more bite. She picked up her special journaling pen and began to pour out her thoughts. She kept the backstory painfully short, not wanting to chance running out of time.
Backstory—16thcentury King, innocent daughter of a destitute royal.
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I am frightened. I know I have been sent to the King as a peace offering. This is my father’s desperate attempt to stave off the creditors. If the King accepts me, my family will continue to live at the manor. If not, we will be left homeless with no title and no means of support.
I pinch my cheeks one more time, hoping he will find the blush on my cream complexion appealing. I am escorted before the King, who is busy devouring a lavish meal. My stomach growls and a real blush creeps over my face.
My stately King looks up from his plate. “Is this the one?”
“She is, Sire.”
