An American Submissive in Britain (26 page)

Returning to the table, Andy’s hand hovered over the paddle and cane, and after a second’s hesitation, he picked up the latter. He walked back over to his submissive and stood right behind her. Instantly, she bent over on all fours, leant down on her elbows and arched her back, offering Andy her lush full ass.

Andy began to cane his sub, gently at first, and then bringing the thin strip of wood down harder on her soft cheeks.

Gina heard the swish of the cane and flinched as it connected with Becky’s round ass.

Guy began to rub the back of her neck as she watched, and it helped soothe away the tension she had been feeling, especially now that Becky’s behind was showing a mass of pink welts that ran from the top of her ass to halfway down her thighs.

When he had finished, Andy dropped the cane where he stood, and helped Becky to her feet. There were tears in her eyes, but she was smiling happily, and he held her close to him as they both walked to the front of the stage and down the few steps to join their friends.

Everybody stood and gathered around them, the Doms shaking Andy’s hand, and after he nodded his approval, kissing his newly collared sub.

The subs, including Gina, were allowed to hug their friend, and everyone admired her stunning new collar while Becky stood close to her Dom, his hand protectively around her waist.

After a while, people started to filter into the dungeon, and further on, to the dining room to sample the Indian buffet that had been laid out for them on a magnificent oak dining table.

Guy took Gina into the dungeon and sat down on one of the leather sofas. Gina knelt before her Dom and spread her legs, placing her hands on her thighs.

“Gina, I have a present for you,” he said, taking a small silver bag out of the pocket of his black shirt. “Give me your wrists.”

Gina felt a nervous flutter in her stomach as she held out her wrists to him.

He presented the contents of the bag so she could see, and there, in the palm of his hand were two soft, kid-leather cuffs in a deep red color with a little gold clip on one and a gold ring on the other.

Guy put the cuffs onto her wrists, and then clipped them together so her hands were cuffed in front of her.

“They’re beautiful, thank you, Sir.”

It felt to Gina like Guy had claimed her as his own, and this made her feel a lot more secure. Warmth spread inside her, and the need to tell him how she felt burned in her heart.

When he brought out a leash, however, Gina expression of happiness changed immediately to dislike.

The words were out of her mouth, before she could stop them. “A leash, like a pet dog?” she asked, not wanting to believe that he would clip that thing to her and lead her around.

“Are you questioning my actions, sub?”

His voice had changed as quickly as her expression, and a knot of uneasiness appeared, overtaking the warm feeling she’d had just a minute ago.

“I’m sorry, Sir, it was just that—” She stopped at once when she saw the look on his face.

“Maybe we’ll play for a bit before I take you to the buffet,” Guy informed her. With that, he got up, clipped the leash to her cuffs, and walked over to the equipment.

Gina walked a pace behind him, scowling at the leash, and the fact that she was unable to pull down the too short skirt that had now ridden up to expose the vast majority of the ass.

Guy stopped in front of the piece of equipment that Gina had been wondering about earlier. Now she was right in front of it, she suddenly realized what it was used for, and she took a step back in dismay. The leash tightened.

Under the frame that she’d seen before, there was a padded wooden table with metal hooks placed at intervals down its length. The wooden frame stood about four feet above the table with short chains attached to it that hung down, each chain with its own cuff.

“I think we’ll start here,” he said, motioning toward the leather-covered table.

“No, I can’t. Please, Sir, couldn’t we use the spanking horse or something like that? I really don’t think I can…”

The words died on her lips. She had complained to him and then said no to him in the space of about two minutes, and to top it all, several Doms had obviously overheard her disobedience, their conversations coming to a halt as they watched to see what would happen next.

She knew immediately that she’d gone too far. This was a BDSM club and he was the one in charge. When had she taken the stupid pill and decided that she could argue with him?

Guy led her over to the group of Doms and then turned to her, nodding at the floor. She sank to her knees, her heart beating on overtime, as she waited to see what he was going to say.

Chapter Fourteen

“Gentlemen, I wonder if you could spread the word for me. My submissive is quite new to the scene, and I think it would benefit her to learn that every Dom here expects their submissive to serve his or her master without question. I was going to play right here, but now, my sub will be in the stocks, and any Dominant, who wishes to, may spank or paddle her ass, two swats each, until I feel she has learnt her lesson.”

“We’d be happy to spread the word, Guy.”

Gina realized that the man who had spoken was Isaac, the owner of the club. Shit, could this get any worse? She was horrified at the thought of all of them spanking her, but there was nothing she could do.

Guy tugged on the leash and Gina stood. He led her over to the large wooden stocks and positioned her behind them.

“Please, I’m sorry, Sir.”

Guy put a finger under her chin and raised her lowered head until she met his gaze.

“I know you are, but you will take your punishment as a reminder for the future. Now, you look gorgeous in that outfit, but I think the top can go.”

He unclipped her cuffs and her hands dropped to her sides. Then he undid each hook and eye down the front of the corset until her breasts burst free of the material and the garment fell to the floor. Gina flushed, knowing that several more Doms were watching.

Guy opened the stocks and nodded for her to place her hands and head in the holes. He made sure her hair wasn’t caught as he closed the wooden section, locking it in place. Then he lowered the top section of the frame until she was bent at the waist and her breasts hung down, full and heavy.

Gina tested the holes, panic rising up in her at the feeling of being trapped. It was so different than being tied to a bed or bent over a spanking horse.

She gasped as Guy lifted her skirt and exposed the whole of her lower half to the room. She might as well be naked, and the humiliation washed over her as she stood there bracing herself for the first swat.

Guy saw her preparing herself, and hunkered down so she could see his face. “There’s just one more thing, little sub; spread your legs for me.”

Gina looked at him, knowing that she had to take this, to prove that she could be a good sub for him, but the humiliation threatened to overwhelm her and tears filled her eyes.

Guy wiped them away when they began to fall, and she spread her legs for him, determined to get through this.

He secured a spreader bar, with ankle cuffs, to her, and then spoke softly so only she could hear. “I’ll be right here the whole time, and when it’s over, we’ll go and eat some more of that Indian food you like so much.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

He stood up and moved to the side.

Secured in the stocks, her ass and pussy on full display, Gina braced herself again for her punishment. She knew the first Dom was behind her when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. His two swats were not so bad, considering that when she caught sight of him walking away to her left, he appeared to be at least six and a half feet tall.

She hitched a breath as the next Dom took his turn; his spanks were a lot harder, and her ass began to sting.

The following Dom picked up a paddle and when he brought it down on her bottom, she let out a yelp, her cheeks burning instantly. When the Dom came to stand in front of her, she recognized the bottom of the red tie he was wearing and was instantly mortified.

“In trouble again, pet? Never mind, it’ll soon be over.”

Chuckling, Andy walked away, and Gina stood there, thinking of every bad name she could for him until the next swat hit its target.

It wasn’t long before most of the Dominants had taken their turn. Gina could do nothing about it, apart from grit her teeth, and try not to cry.

Eventually the tears won out, and when Guy crouched down in front of her, she prayed that it was because he was going to stop the spanking.

“Have you learnt your lesson, sweetheart?” he asked her.

“Yes, Sir,” she sobbed. “I won’t ever say no to you again.”

He smiled and wiped her tears away. “That’s a tall order, but hopefully you’ll think twice about it, the next time you disagree with my decisions.” He stood and unlocked the stocks.

Taking her hand, he helped her to stand, and then released her from the spreader bar before lifting her up into his arms. She gasped as his hand touched her bottom. He strode over to one of the sofas and sat down, cradling her to him while she got her tears under control.

A submissive approached Guy and handed him a soft blanket and a bottle of water.

Guy smiled at her. “Thank you, Megan, and please thank your master for me.”

He wrapped his sub up and opened the water, making her take several gulps before he replaced the cap. Gina was submissive, through and through. He’d seen the genuine look of remorse and the determination to take her punishment. She’d done so with grace and bravery, so he held her close, telling her he was proud and how glad he was that she’d decided to stay on with him in England.

After a little while, Gina sat up and took another gulp from the bottle. Guy smiled, seeing that she had recovered well and was taking an interest in her surroundings again.

“How do you feel?” he asked her.

She pondered for a moment, and then looked straight at him. “Hungry,” she exclaimed.

He laughed deeply. She really was a gutsy sub, and he loved that about her.

“Then we’ll go and eat, sweetheart.” With that, he lifted her to her feet, removed her skirt, which was still pulled up to her waist, and took the blanket from her shoulders, tossing it back down on the sofa.

He held out his hand and she gave him her wrists. When her cuffs were back on, he attached the leash, and watched her closely for a reaction. Pleased when she showed none at all, he led her, naked, into the dining room and left her kneeling beside a large carved wooden chair while he filled a plate with chicken korma, rice, and small pieces of naan bread.

Guy fed her himself, loving the way she took the food from him so elegantly. When he was sure she’d had enough, he ate some korma himself, and then Becky and Andy joined them, the men allowing the subs to chat for a while on their own while they had their own conversation.

“Are you okay?” Becky asked. “I was so cross with Andy for swatting you too. He did enough of that the other night.”

“I’m fine,” Gina said, and when she said the words out loud, she knew they were true. She had been bent over, her ass in the air, and had been spanked by God knows how many Doms in a BDSM dungeon, and she had survived.

“Becky, the ceremony was so wonderful. You were amazing up there, taking that caning up on the stage, and the dress worked perfectly. So how does it feel to be collared at last?”

Becky grinned. “Well,” she whispered in a terrible Scots accent. “I still don’t understand a bloody word, but it’s too late now, right?”

Guy and Andy glanced over at their subs, seeing them doubled up with silent laughter.

“I think it might be time to return to the dungeon,” Guy said, and the four of them got to their feet, the men leading the way back to the play area.

When Guy led Gina back to the leather covered table, she kept her mouth firmly closed, knowing that whatever happened, it couldn’t be worse than the stocks.

He lifted his sub on to the table and laid her down on her back, securing her cuffed wrists to one of the metal rings behind her head.

Gina lay there, thinking that maybe this wasn’t going to be too bad, and then her Dom took one of her legs and lifted it high in the air, securing it in one of the cuffs that was attached to the chains hanging above her. He did the same with the other leg and then tested each cuff to ensure her safety. Then he altered the height of the wooden frame until she couldn’t bend her legs at all and spread them wide apart. Cool air brushed over her exposed pussy and asshole.

“I love the way you are open for me, ready for me to take you however I wish. I want to hear you scream when you come, Gina, but you’ll only come when I want you to, remember that.”

Her bottom was near the edge of the table, and Guy rubbed a hand over the tender area. Gina flinched at his actions, and he chuckled. Then, very slowly, he let a finger run down the entire length of her slit. Her body tensed and her legs pulled on the chains. When her hips wiggled around, Guy frowned and removed his finger.

He reached under the table and grabbed a piece of rounded metal shaped like an arch, and placed it over her waist. She jumped at its coldness, and then felt Guy lock it in place using two more of the metal rings either side of her.

Now it didn’t matter how much she shook her legs, nothing else could move at all.

Guy put a finger on her mound and let it slide down over her clit and inside her pussy. Gina let out a soft moan as he pushed up inside her and then withdrew his finger.

“It seems that you are enjoying being totally restrained, sub.” He lifted his finger so she could see the sheen of her juices covering it, and then he brought it down to her mouth.

Gina licked his finger clean obediently, tasting her own excitement, and when he let that same finger run over through her wet folds again, she could feel her pussy begin to throb with excitement and desire.

Music began to play in the background, a kind of eerie chant-like beat, and Gina lay there, hearing the cries and groans of the other submissives around her as more people returned to the dungeon to play.