Free Mastering Inga (Service & Submission Book 2) by Megan Michaels

punishment.”
    When she neared him, he dropped his voice and said, “Kneel.”
    She gracefully knelt, keeping her head down, the she poise exhibited proving she did indeed have some experience with submission.
    “Clasp your arms behind your back.” He waited until she complied. “Tell me why you were spanked and then beg for my forgiveness.”
    He kept his arms crossed, widening his stance. “Eyes on me. Start.”
    Her gaze slowly lifted, locking with his, her blue eyes swimming with tears. She pulled in a shivery breath. “I’m so sorry. I—”
    “Did I ask you for an apology?” He quirked an eyebrow at her.
    “N-no, Sir.” She dropped her head again.
    “Eyes on me. If I didn’t ask you to do or say something, you don’t do it. You were told to tell me why you were spanked.”
    She jerked her head up to make eye contact, her lips quivering as she spoke. “I got spanked for raising my voice in anger at you, Sir. Then I snapped my fingers and called you a ‘pompous ass’, Sir.” Her voice caught twice near the end, but she didn’t break eye contact.
    “Correction, my dear. I believe what you actually said was ‘pompous, arrogant ass’, right? Oh, and let’s not forget the Swedish words for ‘stupid asshole.’”
    “I’m… Yes, Sir.”
    “Good catch, girl. So did you think the spanking was effective? Did it hurt more or less than you thought it would hurt?”
    He cupped her chin, wiping away the tears on her cheeks. His cock strained against his jeans, begging for release. Her submissiveness called to his dominance. He wanted to conquer that last bit of resistance in her first.
    Visualizing his penis in her mouth with the repentant tears streaming down her face made him want to forego her pleading for forgiveness, and just move to his release — and the final step to her clean slate.
    He ran his thumb over her lips, inserting his thumb into her mouth. Without hesitation, she ran her tongue over and around it, sucking and pulling on it. He threw his head back, a spontaneous growl rising from his throat as he closed his eyes for a moment. Slowly exhaling through his nose, he then took in a cleansing breath, gathering his resolve to move forward with the last steps of her absolution.
    “It hurt much more than I thought it would,” she said. “Yes, I feel it will be… very effective. I won’t do any of those things again.”
    “We’ll see about that in the upcoming weeks. Effectiveness is proven over time. I want to hear you ask for forgiveness now.”
    The tears welled up in her eyes again. She definitely was feeling remorseful.
    “I’m so sorry, Sir. I shouldn’t have talked to you that way. I know better. Snapping my fingers at you was”—she paused pulling in a stuttering breath—”as a submissive I should know how to control my emotions and behavior. You’re right. I’m out of practice and require retraining. I’m asking — no, I’m begging — for your forgiveness. Please, Sir, accept my apology and take me on as a submissive in training.”
    Speechless. He found himself actually speechless. She spoke the apology with such sincerity, he needed to get his bearings. She submitted beautifully. When she’d called him those names, her anger was a stark contradiction of her professed submissiveness. But after this apology and begging for forgiveness, she had convinced him that she actually had been familiar with what submission actually meant.
    Still, he’d despite the great lengths he’d need to go to order to drive the point home, he knew it would be worth the effort.
    He ran his hand over her hair, wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “Beautiful, Inga. Just beautiful. I feel like I need to apologize to you. You were right. You know how to submit, and I’ll definitely take you on as a submissive and slave in training. With some discipline, rules, and punishment, I’m sure your need to serve can be deepened — and your behavior improved. I’m still not sure if