Leather and Grace

by Maggie Ryan

  “Or told to perform,” Brody acknowledged. “Still, both Molly and Sarah came from one of our classes and they’re not only great employees, they evidently love their jobs and keep our clients happy.”

  “Yes, they are and, as I recall, Laurie was another pupil. Hmm, how would her instructor describe her now, I wonder?”

  “As near perfection as a woman can be,” Brody said with a grin. “Thank Hannah for the pie.”

  “I will, you get some rest,” Quentin said and then grinned. “At least until your little piece of perfection pops back in.”

  “Hell, if you gotta have your leg hanging in some freaking contraption, the least you deserve is a nurse who gives you such sweet loving care.”

  “Yeah, but unless you care to have every visitor see such devotion, I’d remind your little nurse to pull the curtain around the bed.”

  “You know Laurie. She’s never been one to care about hiding her kink in some dark corner.”

  “Lucky you,” Quentin said with a grin. “See you tomorrow.” He made sure to throw away the evidence of the pie, even washing the fork in the sink and drying it before returning it to the table.

  Once back at the house, he picked up the papers from Sammy, and lifting the cover off a pie, he cut a generous slice, placing it on a plate. Taking the stairs as a concession to the food he’d been recently consuming, he walked down the hall and knocked on Brody’s door. When it opened to reveal Grace, he didn’t get a chance to speak before she did.

  “Checking up on your clumsiest student?”

  “What?” he said, and only the fact that she began to wobble had him almost dropping the plate as he reached out to steady her, forcing his eyes away from the soft mounds of her breasts He grinned when he realized she had teetered because she was now standing on one foot, the other extended to display the red stiletto heel.

  “Not at all,” he said, his eyes returning to her face but not missing the fact that her nipples were now pressing against the cotton of her pink camisole. She was wearing sweat pants that appeared about two sizes too big. He grinned, thinking the soft fleece had to feel better against her ass even though he truly hadn’t spanked any of the women very hard. His cock had hardened just thinking of his hand smacking down against her beautiful little butt, drawing the softest mews and then louder yelps from her. Seeing her head tilt towards one side as if wondering whether he planned on qualifying his statement, he realized he’d been standing there like some kind of idiot.

  “While I applaud your dedication, I thought you might enjoy a midnight snack.” He held out the plate and was disappointed when she lowered her foot to the ground, giving him no reason to continue holding her arm.

  “Um, thanks, that looks delicious.”

  “It is. Hannah makes the best pies in Louisiana.” She took the plate and he knew that the door was about to shut. “Hey, I also wanted to say that if you’ll look in Laurie’s bathroom—”

  “I don’t invade other people’s privacy,” she interrupted.

  “Well, we both know I don’t have that same moral code,” Quentin said. “May I come in for a minute?”

  She hesitated but then nodded, stepping back to allow him to do so. He saw the slight grimace on her face as he entered and said, “I think that’s enough practice for tonight.”

  “Thank God,” she said, bending to remove the shoes. He smiled again at the look of relief on her face, and when he realized he was waiting to see the seat of her sweat pants tighten around her ass, he told himself to get a grip, shook his head, and moved past her. Returning to the living room, he caught her taking a bite of the pie without benefit of any utensil.

  “I was just going to say that if you apply a bit of this, you’ll sleep easier.”

  “What is it?”

  “Arnica cream. It will help relieve both the heat and the tenderness.” At her look towards her feet, he chuckled. “Not for your feet, sweetie, for your bottom.” The flush that suffused her chest and then her face had his cock protesting its confinement.

  “Oh… um, thanks,” she said, reaching for the jar only to find both hands currently full. Replacing the pie on the plate, she licked her fingers and again reached for the jar.

  He had to bite back his groan when the sight of her tongue licking along her fingertips had his mind imagining it licking the head of his cock. While he knew that was an impossibility, he did seriously consider offering to demonstrate how to apply the arnica cream. Looking into her eyes, he saw that her pupils were slightly dilated. The Dom in him wanted to take her face between his palms and claim her mouth. The professional in him knew that move wouldn’t be wise.

  “Good night, Grace,” he said instead, walking to the door and through it.

  “Good night, Quentin. And thanks again, for the pie and the cream.”

  “You’re welcome. Get some sleep.”

  “I will,” she said and then giggled. “On my tummy, no doubt.” He grinned and as she closed the door, he knew his shower wall would see a repeat of his cum splashing against the tile.

  Chapter Ten

  “Welcome to the club,” Laurie said, lifting her coffee mug as Grace made her way into the kitchen the next morning. “Of course, it might have been nice to have known beforehand that you were applying for membership.”

  “Hmm, sort of like you let me know that Quentin was the leader of the class?”

  “I didn’t even think about that. When we discussed it, he hadn’t come back yet. But, as I recall, he is quite the instructor. Would knowing he’d lead have you changing your mind about enrolling?”

  “No, I don’t think so. I mean, you know I’ve been waffling back and forth for months. It just seemed to be the perfect chance to take the classes since I am staying here with you, but I honestly hadn’t decided until a couple of days ago,” Grace said, pouring her own cup of coffee. “And I made sure that Quentin knew you had no idea.”

  “I know, he said the same last night. It was very sweet of you to inform him that my poor rear didn’t need his attention.” She grinned and as Grace took her seat, unable to hide a small grimace that had nothing to do with the coffee she was sipping, Laurie spoke again. “So, I’m guessing you can you check off the ‘sleeping on my tummy’ box?”

  “Ha-ha, very funny. I hadn’t truly considered this class to be some sort of bucket-list, but, yes, consider that one checked in full.”

  “Oh, honey, you’ll find that mark has a way of disappearing just as if you’d used invisible ink. Don’t worry. If you truly embrace this dynamic, there will be countless more times when you can mark it off again.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of,” Grace confessed, though she did so with a small smile. “You know, that would have most women running for the hills but—while that spanking wasn’t for play and had me in tears—it just seemed… right, somehow. I can’t explain it.”

  “You’re don’t have to explain it,” Laurie said. “You just have to feel it in your very soul. I’ve gone through the same confusion, the same feeling of being considered strange or deviant. Once you let all that go, you’ll be free to discover what makes you feel whole. I’m here to answer any questions. Sometimes it’s easier to talk to another submissive than to wonder.” After taking another sip of her coffee, she leaned forward and placed her hand over Grace’s. “The important thing is, how are you really?”

  Grace took a few minutes to mull over her response. She’d been doing so since she’d found herself actually sitting in the dining room with eleven other women last night, determined once and for all to learn if becoming a submissive would be anywhere near as enticing as the erotic books that filled her Kindle made the dynamic appear. “Actually, I’m pretty damn good and, by the way, I owe you for a jar of that magical cream. Quentin insisted you wouldn’t mind.”

  This time it was Laurie who grinned. “I don’t mind, and you don’t owe me. Consider that one a gift. I’ve got several more. That is one item that I keep well stocked. Did he bother to mention the soot
hing relief of arnica to the entire class?”

  “No, he just mentioned it when he came over…” Pausing, she met Laurie’s gaze and shook her head. “It’s not what you are thinking. He just came over to bring me a piece of pie and…”

  “And turned all compassionate even though he was the one who roasted your rump?” Laurie said, her eyes twinkling.

  “Be careful,” Grace said, “he catches you thinking it was about anything other than seeing that I was okay and you’ll be needing a gallon of the stuff.”

  Laurie waved her hand as if she had no concerns. “Whatever. But, now that your best friend has shown proper concern for your wellbeing, I want to hear every single detail about the class.”

  Glancing up at the clock on the wall, Grace said, “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for your shift?”

  “Nope, I have the day off, and Brody told me that if he saw me at the hospital before this evening, he’d have Quentin tend to my hide again.”

  “Seriously?”

  Nodding, Laurie sat back again. “I’ve told you that the two men are not only best friends, but, duh, they are both Dominants, though I guess I might have left out the fact that I’ve lost count of the times I’ve been across Quentin’s knees.” She gave Grace a look and then smiled. “In fact, just to be totally transparent, I’ve been between his knees as well.”

  It took Grace a moment to absorb what Laurie had said and she still could feel her face heat. “If you mean what I think you mean… um, wow.”

  “Wow is one way to describe it,” Laurie agreed. “Then again, erotic, fulfilling, hot, worthy of an award, sexy as hell…”

  “Okay, okay, I get it. But again, wow. Wait, are you talking about when you were in the class?”

  “Yes, then, as well as right before he left New Orleans. The great Doms, the ones who truly believe in fulfilling their sub’s desires, don’t get all stingy. I don’t mean that Brody would force me to accept another Dom’s attentions, but neither does he deny me the experience. Until you have more than one man at a time, or are submitting knowing that your Dominant is watching, well… there is really no way to understand the feeling. I’ve had the most incredible orgasms in the scenes I’ve shared with Brody and other men. Forget wow—think more woozer!”

  Grace swallowed hard, remembering the feel of Quentin’s erection pressing against her hip and his hand resting on her bottom. What would it be like to kneel before him, not in the position she’d learned the night before, but between his legs, waiting for his command to open her mouth? What color would his eyes turn when she obeyed, when she concentrated on nothing other than pleasuring him? What would it be like for him to have him ask another Dominant to join him in pleasuring her?

  “Hellooo…” Laurie’s voice brought her out of her fantasy and reminded her that she would be mortified if either one of those scenarios happened until she completed her very vital mission.

  “Since you are off, how about we go shopping? I don’t dare show up in class again until I do.”

  “Only if you promise to explain that statement,” Laurie said, her eyes twinkling.

  “One word that had me wishing the floor opened up and swallowed me whole,” Grace said, and when Laurie’s nose crinkled in puzzlement, she leaned forward and whispered, “pantyhose.”

  “Oh no! Don’t tell me… oh, Grace.”

  “Oh yes, and talk about humiliating.”

  “Get ready! I know exactly where to go.” Laurie stood and bent to give Grace a hug. “I guarantee that by the time we are done, you’ll feel so sexy that you’ll want to prance around in nothing but your new lingerie!”

  “And high heels,” Grace added with a mock groan.

  “Agreed. It’s been ages since I’ve done some ‘me’ shopping, and a girl can always use a new pair of shoes. Meet back here in half an hour?”

  “That’ll work,” Grace said, standing and giving her bottom an unconscious rub. Laurie’s giggle had her dropping her hand and then shrugging. “Just make sure I don’t do that in public, promise?”

  “Promise.”

  The two women got ready and then traipsed down the stairs. They stopped in the kitchen so that Laurie could express her thanks to Hannah for the pies. “There wasn’t a crumb left of either one by the time I clocked out. And Brody said to…” She paused and bent forward to kiss Hannah’s cheek.

  “That boy,” Hannah said, her smile showing her pleasure. “How’s he doing, by the way?”

  “Getting very tired of being in bed.”

  “Hmph,” Sammy said with a chuckle. “You tell him that Sammy is ashamed of him if he can’t think of a way to entertain himself in that bed… especially when he’s got a gorgeous, willing nurse to kiss his little…”

  “Mr. Sammy, you are so bad,” Laurie said, her face coloring.

  “What?” Sammy asked, his eyes widening as if to advertise his confusion. “I was just saying to kiss his boo-boos.”

  “Oh, is that what you call it,” Hannah said, rolling her eyes. “Ignore him, girls. A nice plate of shrimp etouffee and hot garlic bread will lift Brody’s spirits.” She paused and lowered her voice, “And lifted spirits have been known to lift other things, if you know what I mean.”

  “Hannah, you are just as bad as Sammy,” Laurie said, “but I’ll test that theory when I take it to him tonight. Right now, Grace and I are going girl shopping.”

  “Well, hell’s bells. If I’d known you could actually shop for a girl, I’d have…”

  “You’d what, you old geezer?” Hannah asked, her hands moving to rest on her wide hips.

  The two younger women left when Sammy grabbed his wife, lifting her off the ground, causing her to squeal as he nuzzled her neck.

  ***

  “Oh, yes, that is a definite buy,” Laurie said an hour later as Grace stepped out of the dressing room.

  “You don’t think it’s a little too… well, little?”

  “Absolutely not. Turn around.” When Grace did, she felt her face flush to match the pink color of the matching demi-bra and panty set. “Girl, if I didn’t love you, I’d be jealous. I’ve read about heart-shaped butts, but yours is perfect.” As Grace turned again, Laurie continued, “Oh, did Master Quentin give his ‘don’t think wearing a thong will save you’ speech?”

  “Yes, though I don’t really see why a thong would have to come down.” Looking into the mirrors that were arranged for customers to be able to see the full picture, she shook her head. “I mean, my entire ass is hanging out.”

  “It has to do with that whole humility thing, I suppose,” Laurie said. “Besides, every time Brody hooks his fingers into my waistband and starts pulling them down… I feel just like a naughty girl about to get her heinie spanked. Go put on the other set.”

  The next time Grace stepped out, she felt more covered, and yet just as sexy in the black lace set as she had in the pink. This set seemed to set off her breasts as the soft pillows were pushed up, their pale color so contrasted against the inky black satin and lace of the bra. The panties were high cut on the legs, and though her cheeks were totally covered, the sheer lace seemed to be almost teasing you to remove them to see what they only barely hid.

  After an hour, she had five new sets of underthings and three garter belts, as she just couldn’t decide between the red, white and black ones she’d tried on. She’d also picked up several pairs of stockings and had to admit, their tops clinging to her thighs, the garter belts almost acting as a frame for her panties, well… who in the world would continue to wiggle into pantyhose that never seemed to fit correctly.

  “Brody is gonna love that purple set,” Grace said as the women moved out of the store, the distinctive pink bags swinging from their hands. “And, might I say that your ass is just perfect the way it is.”

  “Why thank you,” Laurie said, giving an exaggerated pat to her behind. “Lunch now, or shoes?”

  “I actually wanted to get a couple of skirts or even a dress. Besides the pantyhose, I was probably the o
nly one in the room who had to actually tug and yank to get my skirt up before my spanking.” The moment those last few words left her mouth, she slapped her hand over it. A man who’d been passing them as they walked in the mall, turned and gave her a grin. Though he didn’t say a word, his lifted brow and wink had her blushing and Laurie giggling. When he turned away and continued walking, Grace shook her head.

  “God, I can’t believe I said that out loud. What would people think?”

  “I’d say that guy was thinking he wouldn’t have minded at all how long it took you to pull your skirt up.”

  “Gee, thanks.” The two shared a bout of giggles and then entered another store. As if to make sure she wouldn’t have the same problem as she’d had the night before, anything she tried on, she lifted to her waist. Grace fell in love with a skirt that was layered and swished around her legs. Since it was black, she could pair it with any number of tops, including the white camisole she bought. A dress that had a fitted bodice but again flared after nipping in at the waist was her final choice.

  “You know, we’re pretty close to the same size,” Laurie said. “Feel free to raid my closet while you are here.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Of course. I’d offer my shoes but my feet are a size bigger.”

  Grace groaned at the thought of their next stop. “I’ll need sustenance before shoving my poor dogs into heels. I’m not sure they’ve forgiven me for last night. I couldn’t believe they just happen to have heels on hand for those who didn’t come in any. Don’t men know that high heels are painful?”

  Laurie laughed. “Honey, I don’t think dominant men consider them ‘high heels’. They like to think of them as ‘fuck me’ shoes. All you need is to find the right pair. Get ones that fit perfectly and not only will they be easier to wear, but once you are standing before your Dom in nothing but them and any of that lingerie you just bought, I promise you’ll understand the appeal.”

  They ate lunch at the Starbucks attached to the mall. Once seated in a corner table, Grace took a sip of her latte but just toyed with her sandwich.