Finding Submission (Service & Submission Book 1) by Megan Michaels

against the soles of her bare feet giving way to the coolness of the soft grass.
    As she made her way to the outbuilding, she carefully skirted the patches of clover on the lawn, knowing the tiny white flowers there attracted bees. Twisting the doorknob first to the left and then to the right, she confirmed that it was still locked. There were a couple windows on the building, so raised herself up onto her toes, trying to peek inside. The dark brown shades on the window that extended past the sills, prevented her from seeing much of anything inside. Watching where she was walking, she went around the building hoping for another door or an uncovered window. No such luck. She started running her fingers over the windows looking for a spare key or a rock that a key might be under, but she came up empty. She tried lifting the windows from the outside, but they were locked tight.
    What the hell does he have in there?
    It just didn’t make sense. He’d shown her his den where he kept all his important papers, so it wasn’t as if he completed distrusted her. What could be so important to hide behind a locked door and shaded windows? She looked for a key over the top of the door. Nothing. Knowing it was a long shot, she leaned her shoulder against the door, hoping to push it open. All she got for her efforts were slivers of wood on her skin which stuck to her suntan lotion. Picking them off, she looked through one of the windows again.
    Nothing.
    She walked back to the deck, frustrated. Well, she would have to just get tricky about it. She would watch for him walking outside to the buildings and follow him. She would figure out a way into that room one way or another.
    But right now she was going to work on her tan and then take a nap until it was close to the time for Preston to come home.
    * * *
     
    Preston hung up and sat back in his office chair, closing his eyes, knowing the job he had in front of him this evening.
    Of course, Avery had no way of knowing that he had seen her cut corners, watched her lift not one finger to move even a single piece of furniture — and he most definitely saw her lying on the deck in the sun, completely shirking her responsibilities. Then, when he called, she outright lied to him. Didn’t even hesitate.
    He leaned back in his chair, looking out the window. It was time for him to formulate his plan of action — and Miss Avery’s comeuppance.
    His cock was hard just thinking about that big beautiful ass of hers over his lap. The silky soft skin felt so smooth under his callused hands and watching the pink stain spread over those milky globes after each stroke of his hand reinforced his dominance. He loved the control and possessiveness of having a woman over his lap. A soft mewling woman who would submit to his discipline until he said it was over. He enjoyed watching the struggle and fight leave her body.
    All women started out the same. She would submit to the discipline with a bit of attitude. A tilt of the head, the chin raised and a glint of anger and defiance in the eyes. She would put herself over his lap, swearing she would take it as an adult woman. She wouldn’t let him know it hurt and would stoically tolerate the punishment; women always started out stoic and determined.
    Preston shifted in his chair allowing his cock room in his pants.
    Then she would start struggling, realizing that the pain was more than she had planned on. She would start wiggling her bottom, trying to avoid the hard slaps, but would begin to realize once again that she wasn’t going anywhere until he said she was moving.
    Then panic would set in — though not full blown panic, at least not at first. He would stop immediately if a woman was in true panic. The spanking would most likely not end, but they would stop and discuss quietly and calmly what she was feeling and why she was panicking.
    He would then reinforce her misbehavior, laying the guilt on until she agreed that she indeed deserved this spanking