Mastering Inga

By: Megan Michaels

 (Service & Submission Book 2)


Thanks to Trent Evans, of Shadow Moon Press, for the editing, assistance with my book cover, blurb writing, uploading the book to all the different venues, and for help with all of those tasks, large and small, that must be completed when an author sets out on their own. I highly recommend Shadow Moon Press for anyone who wants to self publish and needs assistance — or simply a guiding hand.

To my husband, the funniest man I know.

Bob, your fantasy is now a book...


He stared at the gorgeous woman in the corner. His wife, his slave — Anne. She'd be disciplined tonight. He never liked administering discipline, but he had no other options. Her blatant disregard of the rules and resultant misbehavior required it.

“You know your phone is to be shut off when you're driving,” Garrett said, standing before her.

“I'm sorry, Sir.”

“Master. The kids aren't around. Call me Master.”

“I'm sorry, Master.”

She'd been sitting naked on her heels in the corner with the command “to think,” and when he’d arrived home, rather than call her from her corner, he'd merely told her to turn toward him for her lecture.

She knew better. Disappointment didn't even begin to describe how he felt. The thought of losing her terrified him. People died daily from texting with their phones.

As a doctor, he saw or heard the stories of people texting while driving. The mangled cars and bodies in the hospital. So it had become one of her rules upon entering the car: shut your phone off before even starting the vehicle.

The temptation had been too great. If the phone wasn't shut off, she'd lean over to read the text when it came in. And, as he'd learned the hard way, if she thought the text was important enough, she'd answer it. She kept the text message brief and succinct, but she'd still answer it. He immediately instituted this rule once he learned of this misbehavior.

Today Preston, his brother, and his new wife Avery had contacted him at the office to tell him that they had passed his wife in the van. Preston told him Anne was obviously texting, her van swerving in a way that showed just how distracted his wife had been.

“Garrett. It's Preston. I'm sorry to call you at the office, but I knew you'd want to know. Avery and I passed Anne today swerving in the road. She was texting. “Are you sure? She's not supposed to drive with her phone even on, let alone texting.”

“Garrett, she was holding her phone up. She has a pink case, right?”

Yeah, that'd be her case. I just can't believe it.

Well, I know your relationship with her, and I know that it's not allowed in your house. Just as it's not allowed in mine. If I ever caught, or someone else caught, Avery texting on her phone—well, she wouldn't be sitting well for a while. Putting your life at risk, is just something neither of us tolerate, nor should we.

“God. I just can't believe she'd do this. She knows how I feel about this.” He let out an exasperated sigh. “Damn.”

“Garrett, she's come a long way. Remember that. And she didn't have the kids in the car. I know how I'd be feeling. Take time to relax and get your emotions under control.”

Garrett rolled his eyes. “Yes, Preston. I'm aware of how to control my emotions. But I'm pretty sure if this was Avery, you'd have her in that playroom over the horse or spanking bench faster than you could say ‘Here, Kitty, Kitty.’”

Preston laughed. “You're an ass. Yes, I'm sure you're right. She'd be in her cage for the weekend, that's for sure. And I'm sure that you'll have Anne plugged and in orgasm denial for most of the weekend. That is after you paddle her ass. I care about her, Garrett. I had to call. Tell her we love her.

“Guess I better call mom and see if she'll take the kids overnight. Thanks for letting me know, Preston. I appreciate it.” And now he stood over his disobedient slave. The same slave who'd been on her knees for over an hour now, waiting for him to arrive home.

“Your knees have to be sore, naughty girl. You'll be remaining on them for a while longer though. It's time for your punishment. First, you're going to lose your phone for a month. I'll get you a prepaid phone for emergencies only. But tonight, you'll be receiving the belt for this bit of disobedience. It's going to be harsh. You aren't allowed to put my slave at risk. Do you understand this?”

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