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Natural Born Submissive
(Amber Cove)

Amy replied. "It was a promise that I broke, not yours and although I am very humbled by the kindness of what you just said, please know that you have no reason to apologize for anything that happened tonight. So please Ma'am, I humbly apologize for ever challenging you. I would never do that."



Kayla smiled, seeing her honesty shine so brightly in defense of her. She felt impressed with her words and her humility while addressing her, even more so because of the seriousness of her actions in breaking a promise to her Mistress. "Tamara I think a warming is due as penance for breaking her promise to you," she said, patting her thigh. "Then maybe an even more intense spanking with one of your hairbrushes, you do STILL use hairbrushes don't you sis, if you don't I have one in my bag?"



Tamara wickedly laughed, "Of course I do Kayla, what would a good Mistress ever do without the basics," she teased back to her friend. Patting her thigh she stood, pulling Amy by the hand up to her feet to stand next to her. Taking her face gently into her hands she kissed Amy on the lips then whispered in her ear to get the hairbrush off her dresser and come back quickly to her. She almost ran to her bedroom, her heart again pounding wildly in her ears, finding happiness that her kiss signified that she was not truly angry but WAS disappointed. Finding the brush exactly where she said it was, Amy turned back and almost ran back to her, gently placing the brush in her hand. She sat down next to Kayla, close but not touching. "Amy you will need to move the coffee table towards the fireplace and then stand directly in front of me," which she did with little effort. Standing at attention she began blushing profusely as her Mistress unbuckled her belt, unzipped her pants and pulled them to the floor. She stood there suddenly wet, very ashamed from the embarrassment of what was happening to her. Her eyes on the wall behind the divan, knowing they were looking and watching her. The room was silent, filled with only the crackling of the fire. She wished for the sensual sounds of one of her CD's so it would help her to better concentrate to be calm while accepting her punishment but the music was soon silenced after telling her of her error.



"Look at me Amy," Tamara said sternly. "I'm so disappointed with you tonight. My surprise to know Kayla was in town has been greatly lessened because of your actions. I hate punishing you but I will all though it will be tempered with love and thankfulness that you found the courage to tell me the truth and did not add a lie to a lie, one for breaking your promise and thankfully the other that was never spoken from your lips. You know I worry about you, especially because I know your car is much more than you should ever have since you have that terrible flaw to street race. You could have killed someone Amy! you could have killed yourself tonight! you could have also taken my dear friend Kayla with you! I love you honey but right now Amy, I'm ashamed of you for breaking your promise to me. You have broken a trust that hurts me deeply. How can I ever trust you sweetie when something simple like street racing obviously means more to you than our relationship? Do you respect me Amy? Do you not want me to care for your safety like I think I should? Are you still just a little teenage girl in your mind Amy? Street racing is dangerous honey, don't you know that? I'm so disappointed in you tonight." It grew so silent then. Nothing hurts worse than silence when in trouble she thought. Amy continued looking deep into the intensity of her eyes.



"So tell me what you feel about all of this Amy, I want to know how I can trust your word again and please sit down on the floor, you're giving me a crick in my neck"



Amy quickly tried to sit down, almost loosing her balance because of her pants locked around her ankles but finally she managed a wildly leg spread stance, thankful that her wetness had gone away during her lecture. Formulating an excuse was never an issue but her honesty of her reply was. She frantically searched for perfect words to help build her trust. Her eyes began tearing as she finally softly spoke to her.