Page 77 of Brie's Submission
Unfortunately, Brie was late to the Training Center because her coworker, Jeff, had shown up a half-hour late to the tobacco shop. She had been the only employee working that day, so she’d been forced to wait. She made up time by throwing on her uniform and driving way too fast, but she would still be fifteen minutes late to her first class. It made Brie ill to think of entering Mr. Gallant’s classroom after his lesson had started.
She ran as fast as she could in her six-inch heels and was relieved that Blue Eyes was still at the door, ready to hold it open for her. He gave her a wink. “You made it.”
“Thanks,” she replied, panting heavily as she rushed through the door.
He called after her, “You might want to check those hose.”
Brie looked down and saw that the seam was twisted around her leg. She groaned, but made a detour to the bathroom to remedy the problem. She took off her shoes and adjusted the hose, making sure the seam made a tantalizing trail up her leg. Then she checked the mirror and smoothed out her hair. She took several deep calming breaths and smiled.Yes, I am late, but there is no reason to enter class like a raving lunatic.
With forced ease, she glided into Mr. Gallant’s class and sat down. He looked up at her with a scowl but did not interrupt his lesson. “…other themes using bondage are interrogations, rape fantasies and sexual torture. Depending on the individuals, these can be fairly tame to quite intense. Remember to establish a nonverbal safety gesture if gags are to be used. Nothing is worse for a Dom than to discover he has gone past his sub’s level of enduranceafterthe session has ended. Trust me, it is hard on both parties and should be avoided at all costs.”
Brie’s mind drifted in and out of his lesson as she worried what he was going to say to her afterwards. “Miss Bennett?”
She snapped her head up and stammered, “Yes, Mr. Gallant.”
He repeated the question, obviously annoyed. “For your next auction, you must decide if you want your fantasy fulfilled or your Dom’s.”
That was easy. After her session with Boa, she’d felt shehadlived out her fantasy. What she truly desired was to live out Tono’s. Brie knew she was taking a risk that he might not win her, but she was confident in her decision. “I will fulfill my Dom’s, Mr. Gallant.”
“Fine.” He turned away abruptly, and asked Mary the same question. Brie didn’t like having Mr. Gallant unhappy with her. She understood the importance of being punctual, but surely he realized she had responsibilities outside this Center. Would he understand or would she be punished? She gave a nervous sigh when he dismissed the class and called her name.
“Miss Bennett, I need to speak with you.”
Lea gave her a sympathetic look as she walked past. Even though the man was tiny in stature, he had the commanding authority of a true Dominant. It was torture displeasing him.
“You know being late is considered a sign of disrespect.”
Brie couldn’t even look him in the eye. “I know, Mr. Gallant. And Idorespect you tremendously.”
“Look at me and tell me why you were late today.”
Words spewed from her mouth in a torrent. “It was all that damn Jeff’s fault! That lazy ass never does his job and is always late to work. Normally it isn’t a problem for me, but my boss wasn’t there today. I was the only one in the shop. You have to understand that Ihadto wait for the bastard because I couldn’t leave the shop unattended. Mr. Gallant, I would never be late if I could help it.”
She was surprised by the severe look her gave her. “I can appreciate your predicament, but I must say I am offended by your words. I should never hear curse words come from your lips unless I ask for them, and you shouldnotbelittle others as a sub. It would have sufficed to say, ‘Mr. Gallant, my coworker was late, and I was the only one in the shop today.’”
Brie burned with shame. “Yes, that sounds much better.”
“I want you to speak to your boss and explain that your coworker made you late to a previous engagement. You cannot control your coworker, but you can inform your boss of the problem and hope it prevents such occurrences in the future.”
She breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Thank you, Mr. Gallant. I was afraid you would punish me for being late.”
“Miss Bennett, we do not practice random punishments at this school. You can always expect fair treatment if you are open and honest.”
She was so thankful that she blurted, “I just want to hug you right now!”
He replied sternly, “That would be inappropriate.” Brie thought she saw just the slightest glimmer in his eye. She genuinely liked her teacher, and wondered again what it would be like to be under his control as his submissive. “That is all. You may join the others.”
With the utmost respect, she bowed to him. “Thank you, Teacher.”
She was smiling to herself when she left the classroom. Brie really loved this school because she felt respected as an individual. Best of all, she was learning to better herself and knew it would have a positive influence on her life outside these walls.
She walked to their regular classroom but found no one there. She hurried down the hall towards the auditorium, but was stopped by an assistant. “Your practicum has been moved to room nine.”
Brie thanked him and wasted no time making her way to the new classroom. It sucked that she was going to be late to another session. She stopped herself and took a couple of deep breaths before opening the door and entering. What she saw caused her stomach to roll. The room was wall-to-wall mirrors except for the wall opposite the door, which was covered in different punishment tools, including whips, paddles and harsh-looking metal devices.
As disconcerting as that was, however, the sight of Marquis Gray standing next to a bench, waiting for her with a cane in his hand, made her stop in her tracks.
“Miss Bennett, join Marquis Gray,” Sir said smoothly.
