Insubordinate

Insubordinate

Miranda Heart

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Michael can not believe that his submissive Trisha has been so passive lately. Tonight is their eight-year anniversary and he has a surprise for her that she will not soon forget.

The night after their anniversary Trisha blatantly disobeys an order to stay home. Her insubordination does not go unnoticed and her master gives her another night that cures her of her insubordinate behavior for good.

 
PUBLISHED BY: Freya's Bower
ISBN:
PUBLICATION DATE: 2006
WORD COUNT: 7993
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 4 4 4 4
EBOOK READER RATING:
CATEGORIES: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotica
KEYWORDS: BDSM erotica, sexual fantasy, contemporary erotica, short story
 

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COPYRIGHT Miranda Heart/2006

"Not tonight, dammit," he cursed under his breath. "I'm not waiting on her to talk anymore." He began typing out his email to a client. "I have been more patient than I had a right to be."

There had to be a change. He pressed send and grabbed a stack of papers from his inbox.

Trisha pranced around in her little boy cut panties, the bottom of her perfectly tanned high butt cheeks peeking out from under the seams. Even at thirty-five, her body still held onto the same perfection it had at twenty-five. What better way to enjoy her body than to have her dress up? He stroked his fingertips over his pepper beard. He thought of something he could use to both set the scene, and get to the bottom of the problem.

Schoolgirl would be easy enough. He waggled his eyebrows as a grin spread across his lips. He picked up the phone and dialed.

"Thank you for calling Naughty Delights. This is Regan; how may I assist you?"

"Yes, this is Mike. My wife Trisha and I shop there on a pretty regular basis," he told the sales girl.

"Mike and Trisha? May I have the last name to identify you in the computer, please?" she asked politely.

"The Joneses," he said with a smile.

"Ahh... yes." He heard the grin in her voice as she saw that pretty regular meant a purchase every week.

He laughed with the girl. "Here is what I need. My wife has no idea what she is going to be picking up. It will be a surprise. Her measurements are all there in the computer. I need a full button down white shirt. Fitted, of course. Might as well get her a new black bra. Short plaid schoolgirl skirt with a wild looking leather belt. Black army boots. You know the ones you have at the left corner of the display window?"

"Uh... Yes, Sir, I believe so. This says she wears a nine, but they run a little large. Should I have her try them on first?"

"As long as her eyes are closed, sure. I want everything to be a surprise."

"Yes, Sir." Her only response.

"Black fish net hose; the ones where the holes are close together, not too far apart. She has a thing about her legs." He paused for a moment thinking of the perfect outfit. "I won't have time to go home for the rest, so put in some ponytail holders, red satin ribbon for her hair... and white panties. I'll let you choose the style."

The woman was quiet for a moment as she typed in his order. "If you would like, I can call you back in an hour with the total."

"No, no, that won't be necessary. You have my credit card number on file. Just have her sign when she gets there."

"Yes, Sir."

He hung up feeling quite proud of himself.

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An Excerpt from: The Insubordinate

Copyright © 2006 Miranda Heart

All rights reserved, Freya's Bower.

Her eye painted a picture on the wall in front of her. Wrists pulled above her head, his large body lying atop hers and that soft peppered beard tickling her breasts. The thought quickly vanished when she squirmed against a renewed wetness between her thighs. Am I just a glutton for punishment or what? Her cheeks burned with her embarrassment. The sound of the lock turning in the front door brought her straight up, hands behind her back and nose facing squarely in the corner.

Her palms instantly moistened as she heard the door open and quietly close behind her master. The almost silent tread of his soft-soled dress shoes filled the air around her. Ears pricked, she tried to discern where he stood and realized he had left the room. With nervous anticipation, Trisha wondered what he planned as her punishment. Her earlier light attitude towards the situation dissipated to anxious twisting of her hands.

"I would really dislike being you tonight, pet."

His deep stern tone interrupted her thoughts. But, she stayed quiet, afraid answering might make what he intended worse. Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself for the worst.

"So what do you think," he stood right behind her, soft material tickling her shoulder, "a proper punishment for a disobedient submissive should be?"

 
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