Free The Art of Submissive Survival - Book Two in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy by Kay Jaybee

further buzz, which in turn made her chest swell and her pussy clench.
    Standing behind him, she found herself shaking as she swung her arm back to administer the first blow. Halfway through uncertainty swamped her. What if I hit him too hard? What if I damage him? Consequently, when the paddle connected with David’s skin, it barely even touched him.
    ‘You’re not swatting flies, girl.’ Mrs Peters’ disapproval cut through Jess like a knife. ‘Again, and mean it!’
    Stung, and yet strangely boosted, by her boss’s words, Jess stared hard at the waiting butt before her and aimed again. This time the smack echoed through the room, making David cry out and rock forwards on his hands. ‘Keep still!’ Jess roared the words, taking everyone, including herself, by surprise, a frisson of satisfaction ripping through her at the expression in Mrs Peters’ eyes as she did so. A look that, just for a second, flashed with a private concern that swamped any satisfaction at the clerk’s obedience.
    Two strikes later and David’s cries had altered to controlled whimpers of pain, which Jess realised to her horror, she’d actively enjoyed inflicting. Lowering her hand, she dropped the paddle to the floor, and ran her fingers over the deep pink welts she’d created on his arse. Jess felt his flesh react to her touch, his heavy breathing the predominant sound in the room, as she swapped her fingers for her tongue, running its moist warmth around the circumference of the fast bruising lines.
    All the time Jess was becoming more aware of the belt stroking her, of the sheepskin, no longer soft and fluffy, but matted and sodden with her juices. Her hands itched to tear off her suit, to stop the polyester of her jacket buffing her bullet nipples, to yank away her skirt, and to replace the strap with the cock that wavered in the air before her.
    Continuing to lick the client’s arse, Jess slipped a hand between his legs. David’s long drawn out groan broke the spell that had weaved itself around the room, and Mrs Peters words dripped acid as she called out, ‘I admire your technique, child, but this is a dungeon . Punishment must ALWAYS come before reward here; don’t you agree, David?’
    The man moaned, and still suffering from the withdrawal of the unexpected stimulation he’d been receiving, replied meekly, ‘whatever you say, Mrs Peters.’
    Hesitating, the manageress remembered her position, and with a brittle voice said, ‘However, you are the customer, if you which Miss Sanders to continue with her unusual approach to chastisement, I shall not stop her.’
    David stood, brushing his dusty hands together, his face still crimson from where blood had rushed to his head ‘No, I agreed to help in this child’s instruction, so if you wish a more punishment-based lesson, then perhaps we should tell her more about what we expect of her.’
    Jess hardly dared breathe; she’d never heard anyone talk to Mrs Peters like that before, let alone question her decisions, but she simply smiled. It was not a nice smile. ‘You are quite correct, David. It seems that Jess needs no assistance in following her instincts to pleasure a man, but punishment and instruction – well, there’s room for improvement there, I think.’
    ‘Quite so, Mrs Peters.’ The client’s eyes roamed across the girl, shining with the greed he’d previously kept under wraps . ‘Is she wearing the device as requested?’
    ‘She is.’
    ‘Well then, I think we’ll overlook this interlude and carry on as planned.’ David and Mrs Peters exchanged knowing looks.
    The mistress inclined her head thoughtfully, ‘I concede that I should have perhaps informed Miss Sanders a bit more about what to do, but I was curious to see what she would do without that guidance.’
    ‘I can understand that.’
    Continuing as though Jess wasn’t in the room, Mrs Peters said, ‘I confess I was concerned that Miss Sanders would get a taste for correction, and I’d lose her