Spanked to Submission: Love Story

Ms. Audree's smile didn't fade but her tone dripped with authority. "Sit down, Dr. White."

The doctor, clearly confused by the young girl's tone, didn't obey the order, as Ms. Audree sat down beside me. "If my white slut is going to be seeing a head doctor, I think it is imperative you hear my side."

Dr. White was clearly out of her comfort zone, but attempting to seem professional, she agreed, sitting down, "I suppose it would be good to hear your point of view."

Ms. Audree explained, "It's quite simple really. Annie-girl is your poster girl for women who are searching for discipline."

I could see Dr. White was actually curious, "Go on."

I could also see her pulling the doctor into her web of sordid sexual games. "Women like Annie-girl here work so hard to get ahead and are in charge of every moment of their work day, that when they are not at work they are exhausted. They want to let go of control and have others make decisions for them. This is often true for women of power: teachers, doctors, lawyers and actually therapists too."

Dr. White ignored the clear innuendo that she too was submissive. "Well, that is a nice theory, but such a theory is riddled with flaws. For one, you're putting all women who work hard in the same category."

"Well there are always exceptions, but I have not met many," Ms. Audree explained. "Why else do you think Annie-girl here will obey every order I give her?"

"Many reasons such as her upbringing and her failed marriage, for example," the doctor justified.

"Of course, those are factors as well," Ms. Audree countered like a professional therapist herself, "but the underlying reason is much simpler than anything your bullshit books will say."

"Really," Dr. White responded, her sarcasm dripping in the way she said the word.

Ms. Audree returned the sarcasm, "Yes, really. In the end, she will obey me because it is in women like hers DNA."

"Women like her?"

"And women like you. Women who lead a fake respectable life and hide what they really crave to be."

"Please leave," Dr. White asked, clearly frustrated.

Instead of leaving, Ms. Audree spoke to me for the first time. "Annie-girl, please take off your skirt. I think such clear disobedience requires instant ramifications."

"Ann, don't," the doctor ordered mystified at the smug order.

For the first time, Ms. Audree's smile faded. She looked directly at me and ordered, "Now, Annie-girl."

I refused to make eye contact with Dr. White. Instead I stood up and began to unzip my skirt, obeying her, like I always ended up doing.

"Ann, I must insist you stop now," a mortified Dr. White spoke.

I ignored the doctor and allowed my skirt to drop to the floor. Ms. Audree spoke for me, "You see Dr. White, all women are either dominant, like me, or submissive, like Annie-girl. Oh sure some can be both, but those are very rare. Also, sometimes, and thus even rarer, a woman can be neither." Ms. Audree patted her lap and I obediently lay across her lap. Ms. Audree continued speaking, just as her hand hit my left butt cheek, "The question is which are you?"

As expected, I begged, "Thank you, Ms. Audree, may I have another?"

The shocked look on my doctor's face would have been priceless, but from my helpless position I could only hear her rattled words between the echoes of the hard slaps on my ass and my obedient words asking for more. "I will only ask you one more time before I call security, please leave now." I could tell by her voice that she was wavering, the strength she had earlier was now nearly gone...was anyone invincible against Ms. Audree's seductive power.

Ms. Audree rubbed my ass gently, like she often did when she was done with my punishment. Her tone soft, "Annie-girl, you may get dressed."

"Thank you, Ms. Audree."

While I reached for my skirt, I heard Ms. Audree ask, using the doctor's first name this time, "Helen, I think it is time for you to be disciplined."

"What?" Dr. White asked, flabbergasted.

"You heard me, take off your skirt now, Helen."

"I would never...." she began.

"Stop. I don't have all day. It is obvious you desperately want to submit to me, I can see it in your body language and your weak-ass resistance. Actually, I will tell you what. If your cunt isn't wet right now, I will leave and I will even promise to release Annie-girl from her servitude. Is it a deal?"

The doctor's face went a shameful red, one that spoke volumes. She was wet.

"Show me your dry cunt, Dr. White," Ms. Audree challenged.

"I can't."

"Why?"

Tears streamed down her face. She looked at me, "I am so sorry." The doctor looked back down and in a whisper she begged, "Please, just leave."

Ms. Audree, a triumphant look on her face, smiled, as she stood up, "I think this session is over."

Dr. White didn't speak as I followed Ms. Audree out of the office.

Once in the hallway, Ms. Audree said, "Well, that was amusing."

I didn't respond, feeling overwhelming guilt for the humiliation Dr. White had just endured because of my weakness.

As if reading my mind, Ms. Audree said, "Don't feel guilty, Annie-girl. She is weak just like you."

"But you just humiliated her in her office," I pointed out.

"Oh trust me, I didn't humiliate her," Ms. Audree smiled. "Making her eat your her cunt during your period would have been humiliating her."

"Oh my God," I gasped at her ludicrous words.

"I am your God," she responded. "I am who you worship."

"Yes, Ms. Audree," I nodded, just wanting to get out of here.

"We are meeting Penelope for another brainstorming session," Ms. Audree revealed.

"Okay," I nodded, as I followed her out of the building and to her Porsche.

"You own a Porsche?" I asked, stunned that someone of her age could afford such a luxury car.

"It was a gift from a very prominent white woman," she shrugged, getting into the car.

I was curious who, but when she didn't say more I didn't ask.

She reached into the back seat and handed me a bigger butt plug than the last one she made me wear last time. "Get this in your ass, Annie-girl. It's your punishment for again considering not being completely loyal."

"Do you have any lube?" I asked, this not going in without it.

"In my purse," she said, as she began driving.

I went in her purse and found the lube and a pair of handcuffs. Pulling them out, I asked, "Are these for me?"

She laughed, "You really are an insatiable slut."

"I am what you created," I replied, somehow easily falling into the role of slave when the opportunity arose...instantly forgetting any thoughts of resistance.

She shook her head. "I didn't create you, Annie-girl. You were always a submissive...I just brought out your natural submissiveness."

"I guess," I shrugged.

"There is no guessing, Annie-girl. If I left tomorrow, you would desperately look for someone to replace me. You need a Mistress," she confidently said.

I thought of my time with Kate last night...that wasn't a sub-domme relationship; I thought of Dr. White's words about love; I wasn't sure what I needed, but I was sure that I could live without her.

"Get that plug in your ass," she ordered.

Knowing that I was at her whim at the moment, I awkwardly hiked up my dress, spread my legs and coated my ass with lube. Plus, getting spanked, even in front of Dr. White, had undeniably turned me on. I then coated the plug generously as well and lifted my ass up; I slowly inserted the medium sized butt plug. I whimpered as it went deeper in me, widening my ass unnaturally.

"Is it all in, she asked.

"Not yet," I replied, my jaw clenched, my ass searing from the unnatural stretching I was making it do.

"Sit on it now, Anne-girl," she ordered, looking at me as we stopped at a red light.

Figuring it was almost in anyway, I obeyed, and screamed, as a greater pain coursed through me. "Fuuuuuck."

"Now bounce up and down on your seat, Annie-girl," she ordered, as someone honked at us.

"Seriously?" I asked, as I tied to get used to the pain.

"Now, slut," she ordered, starting to drive again. "Disobedience has consequences," she added.

"Yes, Ms. Audree," I nodded, knowing she wasn't happy with my meetings with a psychologist. As we drove past men in suits, soccer moms, grandmas, teenagers and whoever else, I bounced up and down on the butt plug that created sharp burns in my ass that wasn't accustomed to being gaped so violently.

Slowing to a red light, I saw we were rolling up to a truck.

Ms. Audree ordered, "Keep bouncing, Annie-girl. But stare at this sexy cowboy while squeezing your non-existent tits."

"Yes, Ms. Audree," I reluctantly agreed, frustrated that I felt I had to obey, angered by the reality that obeying her ridiculous humiliating demands got me horny (even when they involved only pain) and determined more than ever I had to get blackmail evidence on her.

The cowboy was cute and thankfully wasn't looking at me at first, but after a few seconds, he glanced towards me and his mouth dropped open. Seeing him watching me, somehow enhanced my excitement, and I smiled at him, staring into his eyes as I cupped my tits.

Ms. Audree rolled down the window as she called out, "Enjoying the show?"

The cowboy, smiled, "It's a pleasant surprise indeed."

"Tell him what you are doing, Annie-girl," Ms. Audree instructed.

The exhibitionism somehow triggering a sultry side of me, like it did on the train, I replied, trying to speak sexy, "I'm bouncing on a butt plug in my ass."

"Oh my," the cowboy replied.

"Show him your tits," Ms. Audree ordered.

I was about to obey, so drawn into the act of exhibitionism, when there were multiple honks from behind.

Ms. Audree quipped, as she began driving, "You were saved by the honk."

I asked, suddenly mortified by my eagerness to show off to a stranger, "Can I stop, please?"

"Sure," she agreed, without even looking my way.

"Thank you, Mistress," I absurdly thanked, as I sat back down, the plug lodged deep in my ass.

"I think my pet is an exhibitionist," she said, a moment later.

"I was just obeying orders," I replied, wanting to hide the feelings I had that proved her assessment may be correct.

"You were getting turned on showing off to him," she continued.

"I get turned on by obeying you," I countered; worried she may test her theory and potentially further test my submissiveness.

"Oh that I know," she smiled, as we reached our office. Once parked, she instructed, "Thankfully, you are already wearing panties today, so they should keep that plug from falling out of your ass today."

"Please don't make me wear it at work," I pleaded.

"The next size is in the back if you want to question me," she threatened.

Defeated as usual, I nodded, "Of course not, Ms. Audree."

"Good girl," she smiled, getting out of the car.

As usual, the condescending tone only enhanced my eagerness to obey. Reluctantly, I got out of the car and tried walking normally...this plug definitely a bigger distraction than the first.

"You look like you've got something in your ass," Ms. Audree pointed out clearly amused.

"It's a lot bigger than the last one," I complained.

"And yet not as big as the next one," she countered.

I nodded, as I tried to not walk like a duck.

Ms. Audree explained as we walked, "One more punishment for today's disobedience."

"Yes," I asked, worried what else she may make me do.

"You will come every hour on the hour starting at ten o'clock," she instructed.

"It's nine fifty-five," I pointed out, looking at my watch.

"You better find someplace to get that white cunt of yours off," she shrugged, as we entered the building. "We are to meet with Penelope at 10:00."

Sighing, I said, "I'll meet you in Penelope's office as soon as I finish."

"Hurry," she ordered, "Penelope is not a patient person."

"Yes, Ms. Audree," I nodded, going to the bathroom on the main floor.

Once in a stall, I began rubbing myself frantically, not once thinking of disobeying her order. Flashbacks of the spanking in front of Dr. White, and the exhibitionist act in front of the cowboy already had be rather wet and it didn't take long to finish what was accidently started earlier. I came, biting my lip as my orgasm hit me, as the door opened simultaneously to my orgasm. As I let the rushes of pleasure cascade through me, I grabbed my phone and noticed I had a new message.

A rush of excitement went up my back when I saw it was from Kate.

Hi Annie,

I really enjoyed last night and was hoping we could meet for dinner tomorrow night.

Let me know

Love

Kate

Reading her words caused another chill to course through me.

Deciding it was time to stand up for myself at all costs, I went to pull the plug out of my ass. I was about to when I realized I had nowhere to put it. Frustrated, I kept it in my ass as I texted Kate back.

Kate

Great to hear from you.

I would love to have dinner tomorrow night.

Is seven too late?

If not, it's a date.

Annie

I stood up, got as comfortable as I could and headed to my office so I could get rid of this plug...while I also pondered how I was going to turn the tables on Audree.

I walked past security, Ms. Jones was back, and she greeted me, "How is Annie-girl this morning?"

"Fine," I replied tersely, walking right by.

I went to my office, locked the door, pulled out the plug and put it in my desk drawer. Feeling a sense of relief, I checked my phone again hoping for a response from Kate. I felt like I was in high school again waiting by the phone for a boy to call. There was no message, and realizing I was almost fifteen minutes late already, I headed up to Penelope's office...my brain spinning with ways to end Audree's power over me and regain my life and my potential love life too.

26. THE PHILOSOPHY OF SUBMISSION

Reaching Penelope's office, I instantly felt a rush of worry. What if Audree realized I had disobeyed her? Would she humiliate me in front of Penelope? Suddenly worried about vengeance, and knowing I had to stay on her good side until I was ready to turn the tables, I hurried back to my office and put the plug back in my ass. It had been out just long enough to cause a new pain. After getting used to it for another minute while walking, I headed to Penelope's office again.

Walking in, now over twenty minutes late, I apologized immediately, "I'm so sorry I'm late, but I am dealing with some personal matters."

Penelope, Audree and Markus where at a table working and Penelope looked up and said, "It's okay, Annie, Audree explained your situation."

"She did?" I asked, nervous what Audree could possibly have told them.

"Yes, and if you need anything, please let me know," Penelope continued.

"Oh, thanks," I agreed, looking at Audree who just gave a nod that signified nothing.

The next couple of hours flew by as we brainstormed ideas and came up with a couple other ideas that we could use for the upcoming presentation on Thursday. Penelope had another meeting and suggested we reconvene at three to let these ideas settle before moving forward.

We all agreed and Audree and I headed back up to my office. In the elevator, Audree asked, "Are you hungry for some desert before lunch?"

As usual, in one sentence, I was puddy in her hands, as my mouth watered at the thought of her taste. I replied, "Yes, Ms. Audree, that would be great."

"I need to make a phone call first," she said, as we reached our floor.

"Okay," I nodded, as I went to my office and she went to hers.

I walked in and yelped as Jane said, "I was hoping you would be alone."

"God, Jane, you scared the crap out of me," I said, turning to her seated on my couch.

"Dr. White called to inform me about today's session," Jane revealed.

"That's doctor-patient privilege," I protested, suddenly mortified that Jane would know even more of my downward spiral.

"You are probably correct," Jane said, standing up slowly, looking like she could go into labor at any moment. "But she is really worried about you." After a pause, "I'm really worried about you."

"Ms. Audree will be here any minute," I pointed out, glancing at the door.

"Ms. Audree?" Jane questioned, rubbing her belly.

"Sorry, it's what she expects me to call her," I admitted, shame compounding shame at admitting my situation again to my closest co-worker and, in reality, friend.

"Annie, this has got to stop," Jane said with concern.

"I know, I know," I nodded, "I tell myself that every day."

"What does she have over you?" Jane asked.

"Video," I admitted.

"Well, get that back on her," Jane suggested.

"I was thinking the same thing," I concurred, just as the door opened.

Ms. Audree smiled, "Oh, we have company."

Jane said, "Could you please give us a few minutes."

"I'd love to Jane," Ms. Audree said, as she sat on the couch, "But Annie-girl needs to have her lunchtime snack."

My face burned red, knowing exactly what she was implying.

Jane sighed, "Audree, I don't like the way you treat Annie."

Ms. Audree kept smiling, as she snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor, as she continued talking to Jane, "When are you due?"

I knew I was supposed to drop to my knees, but remained frozen, not sure what to do.

"Don't change the subject," Jane said, so much stronger than me.

Ms. Audree turned to me and snapped again, as she threatened, "Don't make me punish you in front of your friend."

I glanced at Jane, apologizing with my eyes, as I lowered myself onto my knees.

"Annie!" Jane exclaimed.

"Crawl to me, Annie-girl," Ms. Audree ordered.

Refusing to look at Jane, her last look of disgust already making me feel overwhelming guilt, I again obeyed Ms. Audree.

"Annie, stand up," Jane demanded.

Ms. Audree asked, "Jane, I hear that the closer one gets to labour the hornier they get, is that true?"

Reaching Ms. Audree, she opened her legs and I wordlessly moved between them. To my surprise, she was not wearing underwear. Reluctantly, with Jane watching, I began licking her cunt.

Jane asked, "Why are you doing this to her?"

Ms. Audree replied, "You answer my question, I'll answer yours."

"Fine," Jane sighed loud enough for me to hear, "Yes, that theory is correct."

"Interesting," Ms. Audree said, before answering Jane's question, "As for Annie-girl, I am just giving her what she needs."

Jane scoffed, "Needs?"

Ms. Audree continued, as I licked her sweetness, curious what she was going to say. "Yes, Jane, all women have needs and for most women these needs are seldom met. For example. I imagine you would love your husband to fuck you right now, but he isn't, am I correct?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Jane asked annoyed.

"Everything," Ms. Audree continued. "Most people, not just women, never allow themselves to let go of society's uppity standards of sexuality and thus never become one with their own sexuality."

"Are you saying I am sexually repressed?" Jane asked, clearly annoyed.

"Likely," Ms. Audree agreed, "but most women are. Annie-girl was the poster girl for sexual repression until I unlocked her frigid personality and brought out the real Annie-girl."

"That is preposterous," Jane scoffed.

"Is it?" Ms. Audree questioned. "Annie-girl is currently licking my cunt in front of you even though she is mortified to be doing so...because her desire for sexual liberation through submission overrides the years of social chains that held her back from who she really is."