An American Submissive in Britain (21 page)

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 were 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.

“How are you, Gina?” Cathy asked, smiling at the younger woman.

“I’m fine, thank you,” she replied, although a part of her was thinking back to the last time she’d been here, watching a new life come into the world with Guy. God, it was ridiculous how much she could miss someone she’d only just met.

Pushing the thought from her head, she looked at Cathy. “How long have you known Andy and Becky?”

“Oh, let’s see now; it must be going on two years that I’ve known Becky. But I’ve known Andy for donkey’s years.”

Beth looked puzzled. “Donkey’s years?” she echoed, grinning. “Is that another English saying, like wellies?”

Cathy laughed. “Well, when you say it like that, it does sound a bit weird. It’s just one of our quaint old expressions. It means years and years.”

“Donkey’s years,” Gina repeated. “I like it. Maybe I’ll start to use it back in the States, start a new trend in old English phrases.”

Cathy’s face took on a more serious look. “When do you go back?”

Gina’s voice betrayed how she felt about returning so soon. “In just over a week,” she said, and then turned to watch the foal again.

Cathy was silent for a minute and then touched Gina’s arm. “I don’t think you want to go back yet, any more than he wants you to go.”

Gina knew who she was referring to and was impressed at Cathy’s intuition. “Am I that easy to read?”

Gina knew instinctively that she could talk to Cathy, say what was on her mind. She obviously knew Guy very well. That had been apparent at her last visit here.

“No more so than any person who’s so obviously fallen for someone,” Cathy replied in her blunt fashion. “I’ll tell you this much, though. I’ve known Guy since he was a nipper.” She laughed heartily at Gina’s expression of incomprehension. “I mean, since he was a little boy. He used to be over here just about every day after school, and at the weekends.

“I don’t mind telling you, I put a lot more into raising that boy than his own mother did. I’m not usually one to judge a person, but that woman was more concerned about her next social engagement than she was about Guy’s happiness.

“There now, I’m letting my mouth run away with me. The point is, I know him inside and out, and when I saw the way he was looking at you when you came to see the foal being born…well, let’s just say I haven’t ever seen him look at anyone else like that.”

“Really?” Gina felt a real warmth inside, at the thought that he might be feeling the same way as she did. But he kept his feelings very well hidden. Then again, so had she. She sighed, not liking the fact that she didn’t know what was going to happen, if anything, between them.

“Where is he now?” Cathy asked.

“In London on business,” she replied. “He said he was staying with his father. He didn’t mention his mother, though.”

Cathy snorted. “That’s hardly surprising. Guy’s mother left his father and went to live abroad with some multi-millionaire nearly six years ago. I don’t think he’s heard from her more than a couple of times in all those years. Still, maybe that’s for the best.”

Wow,
Gina thought. There was so much she didn’t know about him.

Cathy took her arm and started to lead her toward the kitchen and the hot chocolate. When they got to the back door, she turned. “Talk to him when he gets back and tell him how you feel. Sometimes, just saying it out loud is the best thing to do, you know. Just get it out in the open.”

The two of them joined Becky and the others who had come in for a hot drink. After they had finished, Gina and Becky went and met some of the other racehorses and talked some more with Cathy and Frank. They were a great couple, open and welcoming, and Gina could see why Guy had latched on to them when he was a boy. She couldn’t imagine having a mother like Guy’s had supposedly been.

There was another phone call Gina had to make. Her mother was going to want to know all about the house and everything that had happened so far. Well, she would tell her all about the house, and David. As for the rest, that would have to stay under wraps for right now.

The funny thing was, even though the house was the initial reason why she had decided to come here, it seemed to have been pushed into the background since she and Guy had ventured into a relationship of sorts.

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It hardly seemed like any time at all, and Andy arrived back at the farm.

He found Gina and Becky back in the kitchen, helping Cathy to wash up and put things away after the surge of employees had left the kitchen to go back to work.

Cathy gave the big Scotsman a hug and then went to the pantry, returning with a decorated old-fashioned tin.

Andy sat down at the kitchen table. “Is this what I think it is?” he asked with a grin from ear to ear.

“It might be, my boy. Why don’t you open it and see?”

Becky came over and stood behind his chair, leaning over his shoulder to take a look. “You know, you spoil him, Cathy. If he eats another tin of your shortbread, he’ll be as chunky as that old sheep dog of yours.”

Gina laughed. Cathy and Frank’s sheep dog was certainly on the large side and didn’t look like he’d rounded up many sheep for a long time. You could hardly compare him to Andy though, who was obviously in great shape with a washboard stomach and muscles bulging everywhere.

Becky smirked at the look Andy gave her and made sure she was out of his reach before putting her coat back on. “I think we’d better head back to the inn, before the lunchtime crowd starts lining up at the door.”

“Well, it was good to see you all,” Cathy said. “Gina, make sure that man of yours brings his father down to see the new foal, okay? After all, he’s part owner of him.”