Brie's Submission (7-9) (Brie's Submission Boxed Set Book 3) Page 6

  “Yes, you are,” he replied, sounding amused by her obvious excitement. His pride in her was touching to witness, but Brie had to swallow down feelings of sadness knowing Sir used to look at her the same way.

  Breathe…

  She played with the flower in her hair as she explained, “Just as I did in the first film, I’ll stay behind the camera. Don’t pay attention to it or to me. If at any time you need to stop filming, just give me the signal.”

  Master Coen grabbed his sub’s ass with his beefy hands, pressing her against him. “Are you ready to make film history, rae?”

  “Ready and willing, Master.”

  “Then stand next to the chalkboard and write I will not talk when the teacher is speaking fifty times.”

  Rae bowed to him before skipping up to the stage and going to the chalkboard to begin her assigned task.

  “You may begin filming,” Master Coen stated as he headed onto the stage to join her.

  Brie followed him with the lens as Master Coen ascended the steps. She couldn’t keep from smiling when he picked up the ruler from the desk and questioned, “What happens to willful students?”

  Rae answered timidly, “They get punished, Headmaster.”

  “Yes, they do. In your case, since this is the second offense, I believe a harsher punishment is in order.”

  Rae stopped writing and turned to him. “Please, Headmaster, I promise to be good.”

  “You promised me that the last time.” He hit the ruler against the desk. “Put the chalk down and lean against the desk, legs together, palms flat on the wood.”

  She put down the chalk hesitantly and approached the desk with a shy smile directed at him.

  “Don’t move,” he instructed, pushing her head down on the desk so she faced the camera.

  Brie felt her body respond to his forcefulness, remembering their own scene together. She hadn’t really known Master Coen at that point in her training. When Brie scened with him that first time, she’d been frightened that he planned to hurt her as punishment for her involvement with Sir. Instead, the muscular trainer introduced her to the sensuality of a good spanking. It had been a surprising lesson she’d never forgotten.

  Brie felt tingling sensations course down her spine as he positioned himself behind his willing sub. The Headmaster reached over and grabbed a pencil from the desk. “Open,” he commanded, putting the wooden pencil near her lips. “Bite down on it. I want to be certain the other classes aren’t disturbed while you take your punishment.”

  He took off his jacket and hung it on the chair, then unbuttoned his cuffs before slowly rolling up each sleeve to expose his impressive arms. Brie wondered how many women in America would be daydreaming of being punished by his bare hand after seeing this film.

  “Ten swats to start off with.” He lifted her tiny skirt and caressed her ass through the thin material of her white cotton underwear. “Young women need to learn to respect their superiors.”

  Rae nodded.

  Brie held her breath as he swung his hand back, readying for the first swat. The distance let her know it was going to be a hard one. His hand came down on rae’s right ass cheek, the sound of it echoing in the auditorium. Rae whimpered as she bit on the pencil. He delivered the second with the same force on her left ass cheek.

  Rae cried out between her clenched teeth.

  “Shh…” he said soothingly, rubbing her buttocks with his large hand.

  Rae wiggled her ass, apparently begging for more.

  He took his time, teasing her with light caresses before he finished the remaining swats. He didn’t stop until all had been delivered. Rae’s whimpers filled the large room, her eyes tearing up by the end.

  Master Coen took the pencil from her mouth and set it on the desk. He caressed her ass gently and asked, “Why are you being punished?”

  She answered sweetly, “Because I was talking in class.”

  “And why is that a problem?”

  “You were lecturing, Headmaster.”

  “Yes, and I was in the middle of a very important lecture. How dare you compromise the success of other students by interrupting my lesson like that. As this is your second infraction, I can’t let you off lightly.”

  Rae smiled, her cheek still resting on the desk. “I understand, Headmaster.”

  “Don’t cry out.”

  She nodded, her eyes half-closed and glazed over with lust.

  He looked at her ass and shook his head disapprovingly. “I cannot punish you properly with these on.” The angle of the camera let Brie barely see the swell of her naked ass as he stripped off her panties.

  “Open those legs,” he commanded.”

  Rae adjusted her posture, keeping her cheek pressed against the wood.

  “Good girl. Now let’s make that ass a little pinker.” He picked up the ruler and got into position. “I think another ten will do.”

  Rae took her punishment, moaning and gasping through it but never once crying out. The sound of wood slapping against skin was erotic, but watching rae squirm and wiggle as he applied the ruler was even sexier to Brie.

  When he finally put the ruler down, both Brie and rae let out sighs. He caressed the woman’s sore buttocks. “Now that’s a nice shade of pink. I think you’re ready for a proper spanking.”

  Master Coen rubbed his hands together vigorously, making them warm with friction. “I want you to count out your punishment in your prettiest voice.”

  Rae answered in a low, flirtatious tone, “Yes, Headmaster.”

  He swatted her hard, moving repeatedly from one ass cheek to the other. Rae called each one out as she had been instructed, keeping her voice light and inviting.

  He stopped after twelve and leaned forward, whispering something in her ear. Then his hand disappeared between rae’s legs as he nibbled on her earlobe. The soft moans she made let Brie know she was very much enjoying what Master Coen’s hand was doing.

  He kissed her cheek chastely before positioning himself for another round of spanking. Although rae whimpered on several occasions, she counted out each swat in the same flirtatious tone; it would allow the audience to enjoy their play. However, it was the mystery of not seeing what Master Coen’s hand was doing whenever he stopped spanking that had Brie worked up.

  This was an extremely naughty scene that kept an air of innocence because of the props, rae’s cute little outfit and the modest camera angle. Brie hoped it would meet with Mr. Holloway’s approval, even though she swore rae came at least four times during the filming.

  After the scene was over, Master Coen handed his sub the apple from the desk. “To replenish your energy. I plan to ravish you in a few minutes.”

  Brie hurried to put her equipment away so the couple could enjoy the high they’d created together. While she was finishing up, Master Coen came over and asked, “Did you find the scene satisfactory, Miss Bennett?”

  “Yes, it was…an invigorating scene.”

  “Rae has a fetish for spanking. Easiest way to get her off is with the bare hand,” he said, looking proudly at his palm.

  Brie stared at his hand, knowing its feel and allure. “You did a fine job showcasing a spanking scene, Headmaster. I especially appreciated the role-playing. I think it will read well on screen.”

  Rae skipped up to them. “I love playing the naughty student. Could you tell?” she asked with a grin, just before she took a big bite of her apple.

  “Yes, it was quite obvious that you enjoyed it. Maybe a little too obvious,” Brie replied with a wink.

  “Spanking can get you in all kinds of delicious trouble,” rae said, giving Master Coen a flirtatious bow.

  That seemed to be Brie’s cue to leave, so she picked up her camera bag and started towards the door. On her way out, Master Coen mentioned to her, “I suggest a visit to Nosh, the head trainer for the Dominants.”

  Brie turned to face him. “You think he might be interested in filming a scene?”

  “It’s possible.”

>   She remembered the commanding presence of the Native American trainer during her critique of Faelan. His long hair and brown skin had been attractive to Brie, but it was his stern gaze she remembered the most.

  “Nosh doesn’t tolerate foolishness,” Master Coen informed her.

  Brie felt a pit in her stomach at the thought of meeting with him. “Is he expecting me?”

  “No, but he knows of the project. I’m uncertain whether he’s interested.”

  “Ah…”

  Brie thanked Master Coen and made her way to the Dominant Training side of the school, despite her misgivings. The halls of the Training Center were empty during the day, although the business college above bustled with activity. It made for a lonely walk to the head trainer’s office.

  She refused to let her fear get the better of her, so she screwed up her courage, straightening her posture and throwing back her shoulders before knocking on Nosh’s office door. When she heard no invitation to come in, she knocked again with a little more force. Brie was actually thrilled when she got no response. The fact was, she felt ill-prepared to face such an intimidating presence in her current emotional state.

  As Brie walked to the elevator, a sense of pride washed over her. In spite of wanting to curl up and die, she had just filmed another winning scene for her documentary. Proof that she was meant to succeed in the industry, no matter what life threw at her. Still, she was anxious to get out of the Center before Nosh showed up.

  She hit the elevator button several times, willing it to hurry. Naturally, that was when she heard her name being called from the commons area.

  “Miss Bennett.”

  Confrontation

  Brie closed her eyes and steeled herself before walking over to Marquis Gray. The man read her far too easily.

  “You seemed in a hurry just now. Did you forget you were meeting with me?”

  She avoided his eyes as she sat down, not wanting him to know she had forgotten his request. “I was told by the Headmaster to meet with Master Nosh. Since he isn’t in his office, I had hoped the receptionist might know his whereabouts.”

  “Master Nosh is out for the day, so I’m afraid you will have to schedule a meeting with him later.”

  “Good to know.” She finally met Marquis’ gaze and smiled. “Then I guess we can talk if you’re free now.”

  “Actually, I’ve been waiting for you. I’m growing concerned, Miss Bennett. I’ve invited Sir Davis to join me for dinner on several occasions, but he has yet to respond. It’s not like him. Can you shed some light on the matter?”

  Brie was careful with her answer, not wanting Marquis to know of their recent struggles. “Sir has been preoccupied with work lately. I’m sure it is simply an oversight.”

  “I thought so too, until I saw you today.”

  Brie groaned inwardly.

  Raising an eyebrow he asked, “Are things going well?”

  “As I said, Sir has been working long hours. His overseas business is beginning to take off, but it requires an inordinate amount of time.”

  Not a man to mince words, Marquis Gray demanded, “What’s wrong? I only ask because I was your trainer and am invested in your success.”

  “I appreciate your concern, but it’s unnecessary.” Brie cursed herself when her lip trembled slightly, but was grateful that Marquis Gray didn’t seem to notice.

  “Why don’t you invite Sir Davis for me personally, then? Saturday night. Tell him I won’t accept no for an answer. You will join us as well. I know Celestia has missed your youthful presence.”

  Brie silently congratulated herself for successfully thwarting Marquis’ intuitive powers. “I’ll be happy to relay the message, Marquis Gray.”

  “Good. I expect to see you both at six. It appears we have much to discuss.”

  It was obvious that Sir was not anxious to meet with Marquis for dinner, although he agreed to go. As retribution, Sir made her cook an egg custard to take for dessert. She groaned as she fished out a piece of shell from the bowl of cracked eggs. The smell of vanilla, nutmeg and cinnamon was tantalizing, but she knew Marquis would never eat the dessert. She held out hope that Celestia might give her first attempt at custard a try.

  Brie sprayed air deodorizer in the kitchen and down the hallway to the bedroom as the custard finished baking, just in case the smell of eggs had settled there. She knew having her make an egg dish was as much a punishment for Sir as it was for Marquis.

  She was surprised Sir was uncharacteristically late picking her up that night. He did not provide her with any explanation, nor did he attempt to make up for lost time on the road.

  They did not arrive at Marquis Gray’s home until well after six. The door opened before they even set foot on the porch.

  “I wasn’t sure you were coming,” Marquis told Sir, ushering Brie in with a slight smile.

  “Yet here I am,” Sir answered curtly, following Brie inside.

  The conversation between the two Doms remained terse and formal the entire evening, a far cry from the last time they’d visited together. Luckily, Celestia was her gentle and calming self, bringing a needed sense of ease to the gathering as she took Brie’s offering of dessert and directed them to seat themselves at the table.

  Humorously, the first course was a Caprese salad. Brie had to stifle a giggle. Evidently both Doms thought alike. Marquis was well aware that Sir disliked tomatoes, leaving Sir to set them aside, eating only the mozzarella and basil left on his salad plate.

  Marquis kept the conversation going throughout the dinner with questions about Sir’s business, his trip to Japan and his future plans for his consulting business. Sir responded by peppering him with a number of questions as well. Through their discussions, Brie discovered that after her documentary released, Marquis had begun crafting custom floggers.

  It seemed that a flogger handmade by the now-famous Marquis Gray was quite the ‘it’ item.

  When the time for dessert finally came, Brie started wringing her hands under the table. Celestia brought out the covered dish and lifted the lid with a flourish.

  Marquis Gray stared at the custard without any expression on his face. “Did you make this, Miss Bennett?”

  “I did, Marquis Gray.”

  “I find myself too full to eat dessert,” he announced.

  “I understand.”

  “But I can’t wait to try it,” Celestia exclaimed.

  Brie cut the custard pie, noting the light texture. She handed a piece to Celestia, confident it was going to be good. She then cut a small piece for herself and watched in eager anticipation as Celestia brought the dessert to her lips.

  Ruby lips encased Brie’s creation, but the expression on Celestia’s face was not one of pleasure but of shock as she quickly swallowed and put her fork down.

  Brie didn’t understand and took her own bite, spitting it out immediately.

  Marquis Gray picked up Celestia’s plate and sniffed it, then looked it over carefully, appearing amused. “Perfectly cooked, correct consistency… Let me guess, someone mistook salt for sugar.”

  Brie let out a little whimper.

  “Is that true?” Sir asked her.

  Brie’s bottom lip quivered when she answered him, “I’m afraid so, Sir. It’s inedible.”

  “No, it’s not that bad,” Celestia insisted, picking up her fork and cutting another piece. Marquis grabbed her wrist before she could put it in her mouth, forcibly taking the utensil from her.

  “I will not let you poison yourself.” He addressed Brie sternly. “Did I not stress numerous times during the cooking session that you must always taste your food? No one, I repeat, no one should ever have to eat your mistakes.”

  Brie looked down in shame, then turned to Sir when he said her name. She barely had enough courage to look him in the eyes.

  Sir’s hard stare was chilling, but then she saw a glimmer of a smile creep across his face before he began chuckling loudly. “As if eggs weren’t bad enough.”

  As
soon as Marquis and Celestia joined in his laughter, Brie let out a sigh of relief, knowing she’d been forgiven. “I apologize for the custard. I will not make that mistake again.”

  “No, Miss Bennett, you will not,” Marquis asserted.

  Sir held out his arms and Brie gratefully settled into them, resting her head on his chest. “Take it easy on her, Gray. She was doing me a favor.”

  Sir took her chin and shook it gently back and forth. “I knew I was getting a non-cook when I collared you, but I failed to realize how deep your ineptitude goes—incredible, simply incredible.”

  Brie was grateful when he kissed her on the lips. At least Sir wasn’t holding her honest mistake against her.

  “Now that you’ve had your bit of fun, Sir Davis,” Marquis said, “why don’t we retire to the other room and let our subs clean up? There are certain things we need to discuss.”

  “If you feel it is necessary,” Sir replied with disdain.

  “Critical.”

  Sir kissed Brie one more time before getting up. “Thank you for the custard, my dear. It was exactly what the doctor ordered.”

  Brie watched with concern as Sir followed Marquis into the living room.

  “They’ll be fine,” Celestia assured her.

  I’m not so certain, Brie thought as she gathered the plates.

  Her worries were confirmed when she returned from the kitchen to hear Sir growl angrily, “What the hell did Brie tell you?”

  She cringed at the venomous tone behind the accusation. Celestia came up beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist in support as they listened to the heated exchange.

  “She said nothing, Sir Davis,” Marquis Gray answered. “I only had to look at her face to know that things are not well between you.”

  “And how is this any of your business?”

  “I was her trainer, your colleague and, I thought, your friend. I consider you a rational man, but your current actions dispute that. I understand that you are weighed down by your mother’s situation, but that should not dictate how you relate to the rest of the world.”

  “You know nothing about it.”