by Laney Rogers
Gina thanked her friend when they got through the swing doors. “God, does that woman ever stop talking?” She sighed as she picked up two plates of dessert to take out to the dining room.
“Not so as you’d notice,” Becky answered. “You’re the most exciting thing that’s happened around here since our local vicar took up with a woman half his age and left the village to go and live in Ibiza.”
Gina paused, the dessert plates still in her hands. “You’re kidding, right?”
Andy appeared through the doors. “Nope, she’s not. It was the scandal of the century. Did wonders for my trade, though. His church congregation tripled after the rumors started, and they all came in here after the service to gossip about it. Now you two get your backsides out there before I have to crack the whip.”
He grinned at both of them. “And I don’t mean metaphorically.”
After the inn closed at the end of lunch, Gina and Becky went shopping for material for a dress that Becky wanted to make and wear on Friday. When they returned, the two of them went to Gina’s room and laid the white material on her bed.
It was completely sheer, and so soft. Both women had known it was perfect as soon as they saw it.
“God, you are going to look stunning.” Gina picked it up and held it against Becky’s body. “It’s so sexy, but demure at the same time. How long do you think it will take you to make the dress?”
It turned out that Becky was quite the expert when it came to dressmaking, having wanted a career in fashion a few years back. That had changed when she met Andy, although she was thinking of going back to college to get a degree in that field, maybe in the next year or so.
“I should be done by Thursday, but I might need you to model it for me, so I can make any alterations.”
“No problem,” Gina replied, gazing wistfully at the see-through material and imagining herself at her own collaring ceremony.
Their thoughts were interrupted by Andy knocking at the door, and Gina quickly removed all traces of Becky’s dress-to-be before Becky let her Dom in.
Andy looked suspiciously from one to the other. “What are you two up to?” he asked with a frown.
“Nothing,” both women chorused and then glanced at each other, grinning.
“Hmm, I doubt that. Anyway, I came to inform you that Isaac just called, and he’s agreed to let us use The Manor on Friday, for the ceremony. He’ll need to know about caterers by the end of the day, though.”
“Oh my God, what are we going to do about food?” Becky cried.
“It’s all in hand, don’t worry,” Gina replied. “Andy gave me a list of possibilities this morning, and I’ve called them all already. I ended up choosing the Indian restaurant. They were so good about it being short notice. All you have to do is call them, and let them know how many, and what you’d like, and they will do the rest. It all sounds delicious. I didn’t realize how popular Indian food is over here.”
“Thanks, pet,” Andy said to her. “I’ll take care of the invitations. They’re all regulars at the club anyway, so that won’t be a problem.”
“Great. So that’s guests, venue, food and dress taken care of.” Gina counted the list off on her fingers. “Just the vows and any decorations you might want, and we’ve got it covered.”
“Well, I know what I’m going to say,” Andy stated. “It goes something like this: ‘You belong to me. You’ll be at my mercy for the rest of your life, and I’m going to beat you regularly for my entertainment.’ Sound okay?”
He grinned wickedly at his submissive, gave an animalistic growl, and swiped her up off the ground, throwing her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.
“Time for the first of those beatings,” he said as Becky pounded on his back, laughing. “See you downstairs at about five for the evening shift,” he yelled back at Gina.
Gina was left watching the two of them, Andy striding away to their bedroom with his little, blond sub over his shoulder.
* * * *
By ten o’clock that evening, most of the customers had left, and Becky and Gina were given permission to go upstairs to work on the dress and Becky’s vows.
Andy closed the bar at eleven and locked up, not taking too long to clear the remaining glasses and finish up for the night.
As he walked down the hallway toward the sitting room at the back of the inn, he heard the women laughing. It didn’t sound like much work was going on in there, and he paused at the doors to listen.
The first thing he heard was his submissive doing what was probably the worst impression of a Scottish accent he’d ever been subjected to.
“Even if I can’t understand a bloody word you say, I’ll still give myself to you, body and soul.”
He heard the chink of glass and the sound of liquid being poured.
“Isn’t it Andy who’ll be speaking in a Scottish accent?”
Gina sounded confused, and after a couple of seconds, both women burst out laughing.
Andy quickly smothered his own laugh, and then putting on a serious face, he opened the door and went in. Gina and Becky froze on the spot. Unfortunately, Becky was pouring alcohol into Gina’s glass and almost let it spill to the floor when she took in his stern expression.
“Would one of you care to explain what is going on in here, because I was under the impression that the two of you would be working on the dress and vows for Friday while I ran the bar and closed up, alone. Obviously, there was a change of plan somewhere along the line.”
“We…um…we were just about to get the pattern and the material, Sir,” Becky said in a very unconvincing voice.
Gina decided the best option would be to say nothing and maybe Andy would let her just creep out of the room and go upstairs to her own.
“I’m glad to hear that you want to give yourself to me, body and soul,” Andy went on, and Becky flushed bright pink, realizing that he must have heard her terrible impression.
“Especially your body,” he added with a devilish smile, “because I intend to leave an impression on it in the next few minutes.”
Andy walked over to his sub, spied the bottle in her hand, and held out his hand. She gave it to him, and he looked at the label.
“Are we celebrating?” he asked sarcastically.
“No, Sir,” she whispered. “I thought you wouldn’t mind if we had a glass while we worked.”
“A glass from a 1932 bottle of my best brandy?” he said, raising his eyebrows.
Gina’s heart sank. Holy shit, they were in a heap of trouble.
Both women jumped as the cell phone in Gina’s pocket rang.
Gina glanced up at Andy, who held his other hand open in just the same way he had for Becky. She handed him the ringing phone. Andy put down the bottle and left the room with the cell.
Becky sat back down in the armchair and glanced over at Gina. They could hear Andy talking outside the room, but neither of them could make out what was being said.
Andy returned just a moment later, walked over to Gina and handed her the cell. She held it up to her ear nervously.
Hello,” she said apprehensively.
“Well, well, it looks like you’ve got yourself in trouble already, and I’ve not even been gone a day, sweetheart.”
“Um…” was all she could manage.
“I’ve given Andy my permission to discipline you along with his own sub. I think five swats should be enough.”
“But Sir…please,” Gina implored, humiliation bubbling up inside her at the thought of being spanked by another man.
“Would you rather I made it ten?”
She could tell by his voice that he was in full Dom mode, and the best thing she could do, however awful, would be to accept her punishment.
“No, Sir,” she said quietly.
“Very well. You will behave until I get back on Wednesday, sub. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered.
“Good girl. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Sir,�
�� she answered, and the call clicked off.
Gina put the phone down and turned to face Andy.
“Both of you strip off the top half of your clothing,” he ordered.
Gina took off her black shirt, and after a second or two’s hesitation, removed her bra. She laid them on the nearest chair and turned back to Andy.
“Go and stand in a corner, facing the wall,” he said to both of them.
Her heart thudding inside her, Gina went to the far corner and stood there, anxiety rising up in her now that she was no longer able to see what Andy might do. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl, and shockingly, the feeling aroused her. The anxiety, mixed with that arousal, made her pussy ache with anticipation, and her body flinched with surprise when she felt large hands lifting her skirt.
“Stand still, sub, or I might decide to add to the amount of swats that your Dom has instructed for you to have.”
Gina tensed at his words and stood absolutely still while Andy tucked her skirt up into the waistband and removed her black tights making her lift each foot as he did so.
Finally, he pulled down her panties to her knees. “Put your hands behind your head, sub,” he demanded.
Mortified, Gina did as she was told, her breasts pushing forward when she did so, and her ass growing cold as it was exposed to Andy.
She stood in her corner, listening to Andy issuing the same orders to Becky, and then, to her surprise, she heard the door open and close behind her.
Becky whispered to her from across the room. “I’m really sorry, Gina. I didn’t realize about the brandy. I thought he’d be okay about us having a drink.”
“It’s all right. It was my decision to take the drink. Where’s he gone, anyway?”
“To pick out a favorite toy to pound us with, I suppose,” Becky answered dismally.
Both of them went silent when the door opened again.
“Becky, come here and bend over my lap,” Andy said.
Gina listened to her cross the room and imagined her bent over her Dom’s large lap.
“You will receive ten swats with the strap, and then you will kneel and apologize to your Dom. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” Becky said, her voice slightly muffled from being near to the floor.
Gina jumped as the first thwap landed on her friend’s bare ass. Each time the strap connected with Becky’s skin, Gina thought about what was coming her way, and the anxiety began to win out over any arousal she might have had.
When Andy finally got to ten, Gina heard the strap fall, and then movement. She figured that Becky was now in a kneeling position on the floor, assuming her friend had followed the instructions given to her.
“I’m very, very sorry for opening the brandy without checking with you, Sir,” Becky apologized, tearfully. “Also, I’m sorry I made fun of your accent,” she added in a choked up voice.
Gina snuck a look over her shoulder, worried for her friend. Andy bent forward and took hold of his little submissive, gathering her in his arms and cradling her against his body.
“You are forgiven, little one,” he said. “Now go up to bed, strip naked, and lay face down so I can rub some ointment into that red ass of yours.”
After Becky had scurried from the room, Andy directed his attention to his friend’s submissive. Gina quickly looked back to the corner, hoping he didn’t catch her watching.
“Come here, Gina.”
She turned and walked to Andy, keeping her hands behind her head while she did so.
“Very pretty,” he commented when she came to a stop in front of him.
She blushed as he ran his eyes over her nakedness. He lingered on her breasts, and she felt her nipples harden under his gaze.
“Now it’s your turn, sub; bend over.”
Gina lowered her arms and hesitantly bent over the huge Dom. As she did so, he lifted her hips and hoisted her farther over until her ass was pointed right up in the air.
“I guess you would call this a ‘guilty by association’ type of punishment. Your Dom has gone lightly on you, and you will receive only five swats.”
Gina didn’t know if she was supposed to say anything, so she played it safe and replied, “Yes, Sir.”
The strap came down on her bottom with some force, and Gina couldn’t help gasping loudly at the harsh stinging she felt.
Two more followed in quick succession, each one harder than the last, and tears pricked her eyes at the horrible burning sensation spreading over her ass.
The last two were harder still, and she cried out at the final one, hardly able to believe how painful the strap had been compared with her Dom’s large hand or even the crop he had used on her the day before.
Her bottom was on fire, and she flinched when Andy’s hand brushed one of her sore cheeks while helping her to her feet.
She stood there for a moment and then remembered what she had to do next. Just wanting to get to her room and hide made her hurry to her knees in front of Andy.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I shouldn’t have been drinking without your permission, and we should have been working on the vows and the dress like you had wanted us to.”
She wiped her tears away and bent her head so he couldn’t see her crying.
Andy instantly put a finger under her chin and made her face him. “You are totally forgiven now, pet. Come with me, now, so I can put you to bed.” He whipped her panties from her body and scooped up the rest of her clothes and the key to her room that she had left on the side table.
She walked behind him, naked, through the door that led to the upstairs of the inn, feeling very vulnerable behind this huge man. Surprisingly, the only thing she wanted at that moment was her own Dom. Even though he had let Andy punish her, it was his arms she wanted around her and his soothing words to help her get over the strapping she’d received.
Once inside her room, he flicked on the light, led her to the bed, and bent her over it. Shocked, she started to struggle, unable to believe he was actually going to punish her some more.
“Stay still,” he barked and slapped her thigh.
The sting of his hand did, indeed, still her, and she braced herself for more.
Instead, she heard him pulling the cap off something, and then warm hands were applying ointment to her hot, sore bottom. The pain of the ointment being rubbed in was almost too much, but he made sure he covered every area.
Then he lifted her into the big, soft bed and tucked her in. “Go straight to sleep, and I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early, downstairs. I’m going to drop you and Becky off at the stables so you can see that foal again. Becky’s been on at me to go and see him all day, so the two of you can hang out there while I go to the suppliers.”
He smiled at Gina and then bent over her and kissed her on the cheek. “Goodnight, pet.”
She managed a small smile. “Goodnight, Sir.”
He switched off the light and left her to sleep.
Gina waited a full two minutes to make absolutely sure he had gone and then crept out of bed and into the bathroom. After she’d made use of the facilities, she stood with her back to the mirror and twisted round. Angry red marks lay across each ass cheek, and she wondered how long they would be there.
Snuggling back under the covers, she closed her eyes and imagined what it would have been like to have been strapped by her Dom.
Just as quickly, she opened them again. How could she even think about him doing that to her? It had been horrible. But however much she tried to convince herself of that fact, the image of her bending over his knee wouldn’t leave.
Then other images joined the first. Guy’s cock buried deep inside her as she lay, spread-eagled on her bed, or her mouth around his huge smooth shaft, servicing her Dom just to please him. Could she actually be turned on after what had just happened downstairs?
She lay there in the darkness and asked herself how she really felt after her punishment. The truth was, in this kind of lifestyle, if you did something wrong and then w
ere spanked or strapped as she had been, you were then forgiven, utterly and completely. There were no harsh words or bad atmospheres; it was over, simple as that.
It felt good to be able to move on and never have to mention it again. The discipline had hurt, but the forgiveness seemed to more than make up for that. Whether it was right or wrong to think that way didn’t seem nearly so important to her anymore.
She curled up on her side in the fetal position and, in no more than five minutes, was fast asleep.
Chapter Eleven
Gina stood in the shower and soaped her sore bottom. The ointment had helped a lot, but she knew she’d still be feeling it for a day or two.
Twenty minutes later, she was downstairs and eating toast and orange marmalade, which seemed to have become a firm favorite of hers for breakfast.
She wanted to call Maggie so she could tell her everything that had happened in the last few days, but her best friend was six hours behind and would not be impressed at being woken up at two in the morning unless it was important.
By nine o’clock, the three of them were on their way, and Gina was pleased to see how happy Becky looked after what had happened the night before. It reaffirmed her feelings about the BDSM lifestyle, and she felt a pang of loneliness, knowing that Guy would be in London until the following night.
Once at the stables, her mind was soon diverted by the incredibly beautiful horses all around her.
Andy had told them he would be back by ten thirty and kissed his sub thoroughly in front of not only Cathy and Frank, but several farm employees as well.
Becky had blushed furiously and called Andy a jerk, making sure he was safely in the car first before she did so. She soon recovered and was suitably enchanted by the gorgeous little foal that was trotting around the warm, cozy stable, being closely watched by his mother who seemed to have recovered very well after giving birth.
A while later, Gina and Becky stood by the gate to one of the paddocks, enjoying some winter sunshine while they watched some of the beautiful horses getting some exercise. When Cathy joined them and said there was hot chocolate in the kitchen, Becky decided to go inside and get some, leaving the two other women alone.
