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

and she would once again willingly submit to his discipline. Usually during that phase of the spanking, as the pain deepened, her legs would shoot straight out reflexively and she would decide she had to escape, had to get up, had to make this end. She would try to push her way off his lap or make the dire mistake of slapping his leg, demanding to get up. That was never acceptable and those behaviors would bring it to the next level — which would only earn her additional punishment.
    But most women would start fighting, swearing, or hitting to make it end and it was at that point that she’d truly be taught who the dominant was, who was really in charge — and who was truly a naughty girl. The volley of spanks would be harder and faster than previously administered and would leave the miscreant involuntarily sobbing and bucking to avoid his hand — to no avail, of course.
    He needed to stop thinking like this. His cock ached within the constriction of his pants and he fought the urge to give it the release it was seeking.
    Yes, Miss Avery would be finding out tonight who the dominant was, and she would submit to his authority — and his hand. He knew he was in danger of falling for her, and yet he couldn’t even explain how it had come to that. The thought of hurting her, even if it was just her naughty backside, wasn’t something he looked forward to. But at the same time, as his body’s reaction was revealing, he was turned on at the thought of administering discipline to the irresponsible woman in his house. It was a total contradiction.
    He had to set that aside for now though, because it was time to establish order in that house. And he was just the man to do it.
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    Preston walked through the door, then froze, the sight before him stunning him into a momentary paralysis. Avery Rose was sleeping face down on his couch, her shoes still on. That was bad enough. Worse, there was an open bag of Doritos next to her that had fallen while she slept, orange chips strewn across the couch and floor. The TV was blaring with an episode of Weeds. When he went to shut it off, the main screen popped up and he saw that she had purchased three movies for immediate viewing, which means she used his credit card on the account without asking permission.
    There’s going to be one very sore bottom in this house tonight.
    He snatched the bag of Doritos from the carpet, the sound making Avery mumble in her sleep. She swiped a hand across her face, wiping the orange tinged spittle from the corner of her mouth. Her fingers were still orange from her little binge, as were the cushions of the couch.
    He wadded up the bag, walking to the kitchen to pitch it in the trash. He paused there a moment in that silent, still kitchen, taking a deep breath. Then he returned to the slumbering Avery. He stood over her for a minute, hands on his hips, staring at the beautiful, troublesome woman in front of him, trying to put a finger on what the attraction was, on why she already tugged at his heart strings.
    No time for that, Preston. You’ve got a job to do.
    And there was no time like the present. He raised his hand above his shoulder and it came down — hard — on Avery’s shorts covered right buttock, the swat sounding like a gunshot in the quiet room. Avery’s cry of pain was the next sound that filled the room. She flipped over onto her back with both hands on her bottom, sleep-fogged blue eyes staring at him from under furrowed eyebrows.
    “Ooooooh! Ow!” She bounced on her back a little, still holding her bottom in both hands. “Wh-what was that for? Jesus, that really hurt!”
    “Good, it was meant to hurt. It was meant for the disobedient, irresponsible, lying little girl sleeping on my couch. It looks like I did it just hard enough to get your attention. At least you did that right.” Standing over her, he took a moment to steel himself for what he had to do, taking his suit jacket off as well as his tie, then rolling the