Free Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series by Cordelia Caldwell

coffee to hide his expression, “I think a spanking is in order. You ran from me, after I told you the risks if anyone discovered us up here and still you left.”
    “You told me I could!”
    “Don’t raise your voice Francine.” He said, his voice had lowered an octave, his face becoming that mask she was starting to recognize. She lowered her eyes nervously. He almost broke the role play seeing the submissive gesture. “I also invited you back to bed and you were able to ignore that. I simply handed you my keys and you made a choice. Just like I’m going to allow you to make a choice now.
    You can refuse punishment and the boots stay hidden or you can accept the discipline and go do - whatever it is you’re doing out there. Your choice.”
    She crossed her arms over her chest, he could almost see the fury and frustration rising off of her in waves, but eventually she said. “Fine.” You son of a bitch. “What do you want me to do?”
    “Come here.” He said compelling her forward. Reluctantly she felt herself pulled forward like a magnet to a refrigerator.
    When she got close enough he loosened her shorts and laid her across his knees, seeing her in the submissive position made his dick surge and seek. The blood was starting to pick up in his veins. Her vanilla scent from the wash and lotion he’d brought her mixed delightfully with her chemistry, rising to his nose. He also didn’t miss the anxiety in her furtive movements. It turned him on big time. “I really want your arms toward the floor, but since this is your first time, I’ll hold your wrists behind you like this. He said gathering her wrists in one huge palm. She could feel his calluses against her smooth skin. She felt small and helpless and whimpered at her inability to do anything. She realized she was anxious about what would happen next, but already a bit turned on too.
    She’d thought about this so many times, but had never met anyone bold enough to do it. “K,” She said, “What if it becomes too much?”
    “When you’re in this position, it’s “Sir” Francine.” He said, “Or Master, if you really want to get my attention, or you’ve been really bad.” She rolled her eyes in her upside down position. Yeah, hold your breath while you wait. She thought, but also thought better than to say the thought out loud. “And you have been such a bad girl.” He went on, while pulling her shorts down her hips. “When I heard the back door open yesterday my heart almost stopped, thinking you’d run off again. It’s rule one Francine, no running.”
    His hand was over her soft bottom now, it was firm, smooth and soft. All the things a good bottom should be. He smiled at the double entendre’. “It’s just a spanking Francine. Very light punishment, but if you like.” He swatted her and she yelped. “You can use your safe word.” He swatted her again and she moaned. “Red is very common.” Again his palm came down, she couldn't help the moan coming from inside her. “So, what’s your safe word Francine?” She was tense, getting lost in the punishment. “The sooner you tell me, the sooner we can finish and this will be over.” He said letting his hand rest on her now warm bottom.
    “Red.” She said. “My safe word is red.” He smacked her round bottom again and she whimpered.
    “I want to use it now.” She said.
    “Why Francine?” He said stopping, she was pink now, the blood rising under his palm, warming it. “Does it hurt that bad? Or are you just scared?”
    There was a pause. “Scared.” She finally said in a small voice.
    “Three more.” He said, pulling the shorts the rest of the way down and tossing them to the floor before his hand come down again. She wiggled, but didn’t try to get up. It stung, but not too bad. She became lost in the sensation. He had a rhythm down, allowing her to absorb the discomfort from one smack before landing the next one.
    It was scaring her like she said, and at the same