Free Royal Discipline by Annabel Joseph

you won’t like how it feels, and that you’ll miss the ability to sit down while you’re wearing this rig, but after yesterday, it seems you need help comprehending that your obedience is not a choice. Your submission to punishment is not a choice. Perhaps, after a few hours of this training, the concept will get through.”
    “A few hours?” Violet croaked. “You can’t. You mustn’t. This is not acceptable. I’ve never...”
    “Never had anything in your bottom?” he supplied when she couldn’t finish. One of his dark brows arched, as if he were amused. “I did not expect you had, but for a young woman as incorrigible as you, one is forced to explore the more extreme disciplinary measures. Well, then. We might as well begin.”
    She shook her head as he approached, and pressed herself as hard as she could into the soft cushions of the sofa. She would not submit to this. She absolutely would not. When he placed the items on the nearby table and reached to draw her over his lap, she fled, tearing to the door and yanking at the brass knob. It was locked, of course. She threw a wild look at the door to his room. He moved to stand between her and that avenue of escape.
    “My dear,” he said in his eternally cool and steady voice. “You cannot escape what is going to happen to you. That’s the entire lesson here, and you are going to learn it.”
    “But I don’t want to,” she cried. “I don’t want...that…”
    “No reasonable person would want it,” he said with a shrug. “But you need it. If you cannot submit to your punishment in a properly surrendered fashion, then I shall summon a few burly footmen to hold you down while I do what must be done.” He paused to let her imagine it. “Although you might find that a bit embarrassing,” he added with another shrug.
    She hated him and his shrugs, and the careless, bemused way he destroyed her dignity. Violet stood and glared at him, and considered her options with her hands in fists at her sides. She could not defeat him, except by escape, and the door was locked, so she could not escape him at this moment. She had no choice but to submit—this time. “You’re a brute and a barbarian,” she said with trembling vitriol.
    “I am your master. There is a difference. Come then.” He held out a hand, but she didn’t take it. He crossed instead to grasp her arm, and then he dragged her resisting form over to the couch, where his nefarious tools lay.
    “Over my lap,” he instructed. “As if you were to be spanked. Palms and toes on the floor. You know the position.”
    She knew the position far too well, and assumed it with the greatest reluctance. She closed her eyes at the sound of him uncapping the jar. He spread her bottom cheeks and deposited a cold, wet dollop of the lubricating oil right upon the bud of her arse. A moment later she felt the smooth, rounded tip of the bulb probe her hole.
    “Oh, no,” she whispered, and made a strangled noise of humiliation in her throat. She wished she could die.
    “You must relax,” he said. “It’s going in, one way or another. Accept your fate.”
    He pressed it harder against her resisting hole, and an inch or two of the metal bulb slid in. “It hurts,” she said, clenching her buttocks. “Please, I won’t ever...I won’t ever try to avoid a spanking again. I won’t sit down all day if you don’t want me to. You needn’t do this!”
    “I’m afraid I must.” He eased the metal bulb deeper, so the stretching pain intensified. “You won’t learn, otherwise.”
    All she was learning was that it hurt to have an intrusion, however smooth, driven into her bottom. She curled up her legs as he worked the thing in and out.
    “Just a bit farther,” he said. “Put those toes back on the floor.”
    Violet lowered her legs with a moan, and the duke took the opportunity to push the bulb the rest of the way in, so her bottom clenched about the base, just above the flange. He moved it around a bit