him her neck. “Literally.”
Chapter Six
Two weeks later, Preston held out the frilly white apron and pink calico smock and smiled at the expression on Serena’s face as she sat on his bed. “Like it? I ordered it just for you.”
“What the hell is it? And what are those?”
“Tsk tsk, put that in your book.”
“What? I didn’t do anything,” Serena scowled.
“You swore again, you saucy little wench. Do it.”
Serena sighed, reaching under the bed and pulling out the small journal he had given her a week ago. It was a punishment book, and he had ordered her to write down all her infractions in it. She hated the thing. It provided a constant reminder of the upcoming Sunday evening punishment session. Preston had warned her that it would be nothing like her previous spankings, and her stomach turned with nervous anticipation.
“Would saying ‘I’m sorry’ change your mind?” Serena asked, glaring at the multiple entries already penned.
“You know better than to ask me that. We are working towards changing your bad habits, and if I let you slide, you’d never learn.”
“Can I call you Mr. Meanie instead of Preston?” Serena asked sweetly.
“Are you name calling again?”
“No, Sir! I just asked if I could,” Serena said quickly. Name calling resulted in instant discipline. Preston made it clear that he didn’t care if anyone was around if he needed to take her into his RV to administer it either.
“Yeah, right,” he said doubtfully. “This is a smock with matching bloomers. It’s what children used to wear back in the old west. Except for refrigeration, we are going back in time for the rest of the weekend. No TV, phone, computers. And you are going to dress like a little girl to keep your mind focused.”
“Aw, Preston—It’s cute, but really?”
“Yes, really. It’s time for you to let go of this barrier you have. I think that if you dressed the part, it would help you revert back a bit to a place in childhood when you only had to worry about doing what you were told. That means no more sex until you drop the Billy Badass attitude.”
“How come you can swear and I get punished for it?”
“Because I said so,” Preston stated, waiting for the explosion. She despised that statement.
“Why do you always say that?!” And it began. “You jump down my throat to be the perfect example to Sara, but then you do the same thing you tell me not to! It’s not fair!! And using sex as a tool to get me to cooperate? That’s just plain mean!” she shouted as she stomped her foot.
“Are you done?” His voice was soft, calm, and collected.
“No.”
“Well? I’m waiting.”
“I can’t think of anything else to yell at you about right now,” Serena huffed, plopping back on the bed with her arms crossed and a huge pout plastered across her face. Preston waited patiently, hoping she would recognize the temper tantrum for what it was. She looked up at him, abashed. “That wasn't a very grown up way to handle things, was it?”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Am I in trouble for that, too?”
“Do you think you should be?” Preston was amused. He really enjoyed watching her squirm!
Serena thought for a moment, then shook her head. “I raised my voice, but you didn’t tell me I couldn’t. And I didn’t swear. Not even once!” she seemed to be proud of that fact. “So, tell me about the dress up,” she said, hoping to change the subject.
“We’re going to do some old-fashioned work around here, my love. First, the lock is installed on the gate below, so no one can come up here without my buzzing them in.”
“That’s a relief. That will give me ten minutes to find a way to hide how ridiculous I look, huh?” Serena sniped.
“Attitude, little girl,” Preston warned, shaking his finger. ”Let’s get you changed and then I want to show you something.”
Sighing, Serena lifted her arms for him to pull off her shirt and unsnap her bra. She had lost the
Chapter Six
Two weeks later, Preston held out the frilly white apron and pink calico smock and smiled at the expression on Serena’s face as she sat on his bed. “Like it? I ordered it just for you.”
“What the hell is it? And what are those?”
“Tsk tsk, put that in your book.”
“What? I didn’t do anything,” Serena scowled.
“You swore again, you saucy little wench. Do it.”
Serena sighed, reaching under the bed and pulling out the small journal he had given her a week ago. It was a punishment book, and he had ordered her to write down all her infractions in it. She hated the thing. It provided a constant reminder of the upcoming Sunday evening punishment session. Preston had warned her that it would be nothing like her previous spankings, and her stomach turned with nervous anticipation.
“Would saying ‘I’m sorry’ change your mind?” Serena asked, glaring at the multiple entries already penned.
“You know better than to ask me that. We are working towards changing your bad habits, and if I let you slide, you’d never learn.”
“Can I call you Mr. Meanie instead of Preston?” Serena asked sweetly.
“Are you name calling again?”
“No, Sir! I just asked if I could,” Serena said quickly. Name calling resulted in instant discipline. Preston made it clear that he didn’t care if anyone was around if he needed to take her into his RV to administer it either.
“Yeah, right,” he said doubtfully. “This is a smock with matching bloomers. It’s what children used to wear back in the old west. Except for refrigeration, we are going back in time for the rest of the weekend. No TV, phone, computers. And you are going to dress like a little girl to keep your mind focused.”
“Aw, Preston—It’s cute, but really?”
“Yes, really. It’s time for you to let go of this barrier you have. I think that if you dressed the part, it would help you revert back a bit to a place in childhood when you only had to worry about doing what you were told. That means no more sex until you drop the Billy Badass attitude.”
“How come you can swear and I get punished for it?”
“Because I said so,” Preston stated, waiting for the explosion. She despised that statement.
“Why do you always say that?!” And it began. “You jump down my throat to be the perfect example to Sara, but then you do the same thing you tell me not to! It’s not fair!! And using sex as a tool to get me to cooperate? That’s just plain mean!” she shouted as she stomped her foot.
“Are you done?” His voice was soft, calm, and collected.
“No.”
“Well? I’m waiting.”
“I can’t think of anything else to yell at you about right now,” Serena huffed, plopping back on the bed with her arms crossed and a huge pout plastered across her face. Preston waited patiently, hoping she would recognize the temper tantrum for what it was. She looked up at him, abashed. “That wasn't a very grown up way to handle things, was it?”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Am I in trouble for that, too?”
“Do you think you should be?” Preston was amused. He really enjoyed watching her squirm!
Serena thought for a moment, then shook her head. “I raised my voice, but you didn’t tell me I couldn’t. And I didn’t swear. Not even once!” she seemed to be proud of that fact. “So, tell me about the dress up,” she said, hoping to change the subject.
“We’re going to do some old-fashioned work around here, my love. First, the lock is installed on the gate below, so no one can come up here without my buzzing them in.”
“That’s a relief. That will give me ten minutes to find a way to hide how ridiculous I look, huh?” Serena sniped.
“Attitude, little girl,” Preston warned, shaking his finger. ”Let’s get you changed and then I want to show you something.”
Sighing, Serena lifted her arms for him to pull off her shirt and unsnap her bra. She had lost the
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