by Maggie Ryan
"I must say, you don't look like a Domme, despite the switch," the woman said. "Perhaps you are simply hoping to soften any attention given to you by bringing your own offering? I already have an appointment this evening, but I wouldn't mind slipping you in."
Jeanette's throat was so dry she wasn't sure she'd be able to speak. Thankfully, she didn't have to.
"This one belongs to me, Maxine."
Twirling around, Jeanette saw Ethan step away from the wall where he had been waiting for her. He walked the short distance to her, and placed his arm around her waist. "Is that for me?" he asked, his hand on her trembling one.
"Um, yes, Sir," Jeanette managed, suddenly very grateful to surrender the switch to him, even knowing it would soon be touching her again.
Both seemed a bit surprised to hear Maxine speak. "Have fun, Ethan. If you feel the need for assistance, I'll be inside."
"Thanks, but I assure you I'll be just fine." After a shrug, Maxine left them alone, entering the club, the crop slapping once against her thigh with a sharp crack, causing Jeanette to jump.
"You okay?" Ethan asked, pleased to see the switch, understanding that his sub had a reason to celebrate tonight.
"Yes, Sir, I'm fine."
"Should we go inside, or do you prefer we take this lovely little switch to your place?"
Jeanette shook her head, looking up to see his face. Thinking of the thin walls in her apartment, she smiled. "Inside, please. Sir, you were right. If I were Elizabeth, I'd want a house exactly as you described. I understand and appreciate the fact that the house is quite private and secluded. Thank you for your advice."
Ethan grinned. "Good, I'm glad to see that you are such a quick learner. I suggest we see how the switches on Logan's new property will prove beneficial, shall we?" At her nod, they walked into the club.
After accepting the red leather bracelet required to be worn by every submissive there, and giving it to Jeanette, Ethan led her through the doors. He didn't make her wait, knowing she had most likely been thinking of this moment for the past several hours.
Within five minutes of their arrival, Jeanette found herself draped over the thick padded arm of a kneeling bench, her panties removed, and the first line of fire delivered to her upturned ass. Her short gasps soon turned into little shrieks, which she attempted to muffle by stuffing her fist into her mouth.
Ethan adored the sight of her well-rounded bottom churning and wagging, and the thin lines appearing on her skin. Each quick snap of his wrist added another, until twenty distinct lines marched down her buttocks.
"You may rise," he said, watching as she did so, her hands immediately going behind her to cup her burning backside. "Naughty," he said, lifting the switch, drawing her eyes to him. "I'm sure there are at least twenty more strokes left in this sweet little branch. Would you care to see if I'm correct about that as well?" When she shook her head from side to side, he grinned. "Then I suggest you get your hands off your ass and let it burn, young lady." Her hands dropped to her sides before he'd spoken his last word.
"I'm sorry, Sir," she said, her bottom not the only part of her body that was throbbing. Ethan took her hand and pulled her to him, giving her a kiss that had her toes curling. Releasing her, he bent and helped her back into her panties, smoothing her dress over her bottom. "I've reserved a room, but it won't be open for another half-hour. Let's go have a drink and celebrate your sale."
"That sounds perfect, Sir, and Log… um, Master Logan, instructed me to tell you that after you striped my ass, there would be free drinks at the bar."
"Ah, I knew he'd love that house," Ethan said, kissing her again before taking her hand as they walked to the large, circular bar in the center of the club. Seeing Maxine seated on a stool, lifting her glass in a silent salute, Ethan gave her a nod, Jeanette's soft giggle making him smile. He ordered their drinks and the two sat and enjoyed them as well as each other.
By the time Ethan escorted Jeanette to her car, she was still jumping with excitement. The evening had been everything she could have hoped for, especially when Ethan had been pleased at Elizabeth's invitation to attend Haven's grand opening. When she had asked him if he thought he'd accept, her heart had filled when he said he would—but only if she wished to attend with him. Wanting nothing more, she had flung her arms around his neck, kissing him enthusiastically.
"Besides, it is my understanding that, not only are there hundreds of trees surrounding Haven, there is a rumor circulating that there is also an authentic woodshed located just a short distance from the hotel proper," Ethan said, bending to kiss her cheek after she had slid into her car. "Drive very carefully, and call me the moment you get home."
"Yes, Sir, thank you for tonight," Jeanette said, her tender ass reminding her of his switching as she squirmed on the car seat.
"You are welcome, Jenny. Drive carefully, and call me the moment you get home. If you forget, I'm afraid I'll have to come over and wear out your offering on your ass." Kissing her once more, he stood and closed her door.
Jeanette pulled out of the parking lot, knowing without a doubt that her dreams would include visions of her in a place that caused her sex to pulse from just hearing the name. What submissive wouldn't immediately feel her body respond when hearing just those two words—The Woodshed.
Chapter 4
"I feel guilty leaving you with all of this to do by yourself." Elizabeth put down the box she was carrying and motioned to the wall of boxes that had been placed in the living room.
"It's fine, Schatzlein," Logan assured her, as he carried a chair into the dining room. "Actually, it couldn't have worked out better. Instead of hiring a trailer for two weekends, we save some money, and I have something to occupy my time while you are gone."
Jason and Garrett came through the door with the last of the dining room chairs, setting them around the table.
"That's the last of it," Craig said, as he and Barbara added their boxes to the growing pile. "Though I must say, there seems to be quite a lot of stuff still in the storage units."
"Most of those items will go to Haven," Nancy informed him. "We've been shopping for several years now to have furnishings, just in case Liz ever found the perfect site for her hotel."
"With the cabins being constructed, I'm not even sure we have enough furniture now," Liz added, thinking of the three large units they had taken some items from as she and Logan prepared to move into the house they had purchased a little over a month earlier. Looking around the room, and seeing so many boxes and furniture shoved together, she again shook her head, looking at Logan. "Maybe we should just wait and leave tomorrow. I don't feel good leaving you to do everything."
He drew her into his arms. "I admit I'm not much of a designer, but I'd hate to think you didn't trust me to make sure the beds go into the bedrooms, the dishes into the kitchen, the books on the bookshelves, and the clothes into closets. You have been looking forward to this trip for months, and just need to trust me with unpacking."
"Most women would be ecstatic, leaving all this stuff so they can go shop for some more," Ariel giggled, as Elizabeth plucked at the end of the tape sealing one box, as if preparing to get to work. "If we don't leave soon, only garage sale junk will be left. I'm planning on finding my own treasures at Round Top, so I say let's get the show on the road."
Barbara and Nancy nodded their agreement, and Liz sighed as she dusted her hands off on her jeans.
The women had all turned to their men to say their last goodbyes, when Logan shook his head, the gleam in his eyes causing Elizabeth's stomach to flutter.
"Seeing as how all four of you will most likely get into some type of mischief, we've decided that starting your road trip with a nice warm bottom will help remind you of how much you are loved. Gather around the table, ladies, and drop them."
"You're joking!" Nancy protested, her hands already cupping her backside. "You're going to give us 'just in case' spankings? I can promise I'll be a good girl, you certainly don't need to
—"
"Move it, Nancy, unless you'd like a hot bottom instead of a warm one?" Jason shook his head, his stern reply negated by the grin on his lips. "Last one in position gets an additional half dozen."
The men stepped out of the way as four grown women raced to find a spot to bend over the table, their fingers unsnapping jeans and lowering zippers. When all four were bent properly, jeans and panties at their knees, Jason again shook his head.
"That was orchestrated perfectly. I have no idea who was really last, so I guess it will just be an extra few for all."
"Hey, that's not fair," Barbara protested, as she lifted her cheek from the table to see Craig grinning at her. "I've got the longest legs and run the fastest. I know for sure I wasn't last!"
"Unity, remember—all for one and one for all?" Ariel suggested, her hand reaching across the table for her sister's.
Barbara shook her head but accepted the hand. Only a few months ago she would have been appalled to see her sister baring her butt for a spanking, but now she was doing the exact same thing and with a silly grin on her face. She saw Nancy and Elizabeth also holding onto each other, and her grin grew wider. God, ever since she'd dropped all of her predetermined biases, and allowed herself to explore her fantasies with Craig, she had never been happier. A soft moan escaped her lips when she felt a large, warm hand caress her backside, and she looked back to give Craig a smile. He grinned and patted her bottom, causing her face to flush a pretty pink with expectation.
"Shall we commence?" Logan asked, as he and Jason took up positions behind their women, and Garrett moved to stand behind Ariel. "Remember gentlemen, two dozen of your best with your hand, and a half-dozen more with our chosen implement to seal the deal."
Hearing her friends gasp, Liz looked back to see Logan smiling down at her. "Good luck finding an implement. If we have to wait until you go through all those boxes, we'll never make it to Harry's."
"Oh ye of little faith," Logan quipped, turning to the windowsill and picking up four thin, freshly prepared switches, and passing one to each Dom. "It seems your trust that I've got everything covered needs to be adjusted. Perhaps a dozen extra will assure that—"
"No, I mean, I was just worried that you'd be unable to find what you needed. I was, um, offering to help unpack. There's no need for—"
Her pitiful excuse was cut off when Logan's hand came down hard on her right cheek. She yelped, and hands tightened around hands as the women were all given their 'just in case' spankings.
After two dozen strokes had been applied to each posterior, the women braced themselves for the finale. Though they could not see what was happening behind them, they could see the switches being lifted to tend to their friends' pink bottoms across the table. When the first stroke landed against Nancy's rear, her head reared back.
"Ow! That hurts! Remember, we've got to sit for hours. How about…"
"You let me determine what my wife needs to remind her to stay out of trouble," Jason finished her sentence.
Seeing Elizabeth and Ariel shaking their heads, with noises that sounded suspiciously like giggles coming from them, Nancy wagged her bottom, but laid her head back down on the table. "You're all crazy," she mumbled, the giggles ending abruptly as a harder stroke was given to remind the saucy little subs that this was to be taken seriously.
The room filled with the various tones of moans and sharp yelps, as each posterior was gifted with a half-dozen lighter strokes. When the last had been given, the men stood, grinning at each other and at the beautiful, submissive women bent over in acceptance of their Doms' right to give them whatever they decided was necessary, even when it was simply a light-hearted 'just in case' reminder.
Craig bent down to kiss Barbara's cheek. "You are absolutely gorgeous like this. I will never get tired of tending to your beautiful backside." His hand ran over the pink globes of her buttocks, before his hand slipped between her thighs. Her gasp, and the jerking of her hips, told him that his girl could use a bit of more personal attention as well. He helped her to stand, her face flushed, and her eyes filled with a mixture of need and embarrassment. When she reached to pull up her clothing, Craig shook his head and took her hand.
Barbara's eyes darted around the room to see that her friends were all being led to different locations, and realized that they, like she, got far more out of the spanking tableau than simply a tender ass. It was obvious that Harry would have to wait just a little longer. She smiled, and had to slap her free hand over her mouth when she actually giggled, amazed to be part of such a free spirited group of people.
Craig could not have been happier as he led her upstairs to one of the bedrooms.
A half-hour had passed before the couples gathered again in the living room. Instructions were given to drive carefully, to remember that pulling a trailer took more effort than just driving a car, to be sure to change out drivers regularly, and not to pick up anybody.
Elizabeth shook her head as she looked up at Logan. "Is this some sort of test, or just a way to guarantee you'll have an excuse to cut another switch?" When Logan gave her a quizzical look, she giggled. "It is a hard choice—do I obey and break your mother's heart by leaving her here, or do I pick her up and chance another…"
"Smart ass," Logan chuckled. "Let me clarify. Pick up mom, but do not pick up anyone on the road." Stepping closer, he added, "I'm sure I'll have some perfect reason to try out all the new implements you purchase at Harry's studio."
His grin had Elizabeth's buttocks clenching. Her eyes showed her absolute contentment. Her time with her fiancé after the group spanking had been wonderful, even when he decided that a half-dozen of the switch just wasn't going to do the trick. Another, much harder, half-dozen had been given once they were in the privacy of their new master bedroom. Afterwards, she had sunk to her knees to use her mouth to pleasure her fiancé just as he had pleasured her with the spanking they both knew she enjoyed. Logan had to fight for self-control in order not to explode in her mouth as he'd pulled away, helped her to stand, and then turned her to bend over the bed. He had taken her hard and fast, filling her, and making her stifle her screams of pleasure into the bare mattress as her orgasm rolled through her.
"I'll remember," Liz assured him, as they all walked out to where the Suburban they had rented for the weekend trip was parked.
Logan kissed her for the last time and as the other couples did the same, he checked the trailer connections yet again.
"Logan, it's fine. Nancy and I are used to hauling trailers." The look he gave her had her add, "But, thank you for checking and I promise to drive carefully."
Liz turned to her fellow club members. "Come on girls, let's get going. There's a great deal of treasure just waiting to be discovered." Sliding behind the wheel, she turned to where Nancy was seated in the passenger seat. "Remind me to make sure Harry ships everything to the office or out to Haven. God knows if Logan was joking or…"
"Oh, Schatzlein, you should know I would never joke about something so important," Logan said, having opened the back door for his sister and heard every word of her request to keep her purchases away from her Dom. He chuckled when Elizabeth turned back, the color creeping up her cheeks. "Babe, with all that the good Lord provided, I promise there will never be a lack of implements to tend to you. Now, remember to be my good girl, or I promise to have an armload of switches cut and soaking if you don't," he promised, with a wave towards the huge trees that surrounded their house.
Elizabeth managed to nod, her stomach fluttering as her eyes scanned the area, her creative mind seeing branches trembling with the breeze, as if terribly eager to offer themselves in sacrifice to this incredible man.
Logan chuckled at her slight moan, and stood with a nod, moving back as Ariel and Barbara climbed into the backseat. The girls settled, sighing loudly as they saw their men standing next to each other, arms crossed against broad chests, each man looking stern until all the seatbelts had been secured and windows raised again.
"Hurry," Ariel said, when the car didn't move. "That might not have been much of a spanking, but on top of last night's, my ass is killing me. I don't know about you, but if Garrett moves towards this car, I'm jumping out and running!"
"I'd pay to see that," Barbara teased, and pushed the button to roll down her window in preparation of yelling to Garrett. Ariel laughed and grabbed at her sister's hand.
"You'd do that, even though I have managed to keep my mouth shut about the little ducky panties you are wearing?"
"Well," Barbara seemed to give the comment some study, "I suppose you should be rewarded for your attempt at discretion." The window returned to its closed position as Elizabeth started the car. Barbara squeezed her sister's hand. "Aren't they cute, though?"
Ariel smiled and nodded. "They're adorable." The sisters grinned as they settled back against the seat.
The car's occupants began to relax, knowing that their bottoms were safe for a few days, even as their hearts began to ache a little once the men they adored were out of sight.
*****
The trailer was almost completely full by the time the Suburban pulled to a stop in front of Harry's studio. They had arrived at the B&B the afternoon before, taking only enough time to check in and throw their suitcases into their rooms before heading out to shop.
Twice a year, the entire area around Round Top, Texas, changed, from a sleepy rural town with more cattle than people, to a bustling area that drew huge crowds with offerings of antiques, garage sale treasures, and hand-crafted items, ranging from furniture to jams and jellies, jewelry and clothing. The main road had booths set up for miles along both sides. It was an amazing conglomeration of booths, fresh produce stands, and vendors offering everything from corndogs to funnel cakes, hand-squeezed lemonade to sweet tea. In other words, it was absolute paradise for the five women.
