by Laney Rogers
“Come with me, Gina.”
It was definitely not a friendly request, and she wanted to comply, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot.
“Would you prefer we dealt with this here?” He gestured around the room, taking in the others at the bar and Laura staring sulkily into the flames.
Gina slowly shook her head, went and grabbed her bag, and when Guy took her wrist, she reluctantly followed him out of the dining area, into the hallway and up the main stairs.
At the door to her room, he released her and held out his hand. Gina retrieved the key from the front pocket of her bag and placed it in his outstretched palm.
Once they were both inside, Guy shut the door and sat on the armchair by the window. “A while ago, the two of us had a conversation, during which we agreed that you were going to become my submissive. Does that agreement still stand, Gina?”
“Y…Yes. But what happened downstairs really wasn’t my—”
“Enough, Gina,” Guy interrupted. “You will answer only ‘yes, Sir’ or ‘no, Sir’. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied in a small voice.
He studied her intently and then continued. “I can guess what happened. Unfortunately, this isn’t the first time your half-sister has been known to have too much to drink. Did she come in and launch an attack on your being here?”
Gina’s eyebrows rose in surprise at the accuracy of his statement. “Yes…Sir,” she added quickly.
“I take responsibility for not warning you about her sooner. I had hoped that she would realize, after meeting you, that you didn’t pose any type of threat to her at all, but obviously, it didn’t turn out that way.”
Gina was surprised. She certainly hadn’t expected him to say that. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard after all. She could just go and apologize to Andy and Becky and promise them it would never happen again. But, then again, if that was what he expected, why would he have brought her upstairs?
She opened her mouth and then shut it again at once. He had told her only yes or no would be acceptable, so even though she had plenty of questions to ask, they would have to wait until another time.
“I am going to punish you for your behavior downstairs, Gina.”
Her eyes flew back to his face.
“You will learn right here and now that acting that way in a public place, upsetting Andy’s guests and causing damage to the premises, will not be tolerated. Whatever provocation you received, you should have walked away and come and found me immediately. Come here.”
Gina’s feet seemed to drag as she walked slowly toward her Dom. She would have to take the punishment. If she refused, she knew their agreement would be over before it had even really begun. Whatever he did, she could take it. Anyway, it couldn’t be that bad. Could it?
She stood right in front of him and lowered her head, not sure whether she should look him straight in the eye.
He stood up, and she took an instinctive step back, his body seeming to tower over her. “You will receive five swats for not walking away from Laura and getting me, and five more for the damage you caused downstairs.”
Gina gasped as her eyes flew up to meet his. “Ten! No, please. I’m really sorry. I’ll go right downstairs and clear everything up. I’ll pay Andy for all the damage, I promise.”
“Yes, Gina, you will be doing just that, but it will be after you receive the dozen swats you are now going to get, the other two being added because of your arguing. Now, pull down your jeans and panties and bend over the arm of the chair.”
Shocked, Gina’s mouth opened, ready to protest once again. Guy frowned, and terrified that he’d add even more to her punishment, she closed it and shakily undid the button and zipper on her jeans.
I can do this, I’ve got to, she thought as she pulled the jeans slowly down her upper thighs until they rested at her knees. She risked a quick glance at her Dom and, noting his serious expression, quickly looked away. Her hands grasped the panties, and she forced herself to pull them down as well until they met the top of her jeans.
Reluctantly, Gina walked to the chair and stood by its large arm. It was so humiliating, pulling her clothes down to receive a spanking like an errant child.
“Gina, I expect you to follow my commands without any hesitation. I am being lenient with you as you are new to this, but if I have to prompt you one more time, we will go downstairs and you will receive your punishment in Andy’s private quarters in front of both him and Becky. Maybe you would prefer Andy to administer half of the spankings, seeing as it was his property that was damaged?”
“N…no, Sir, I’m sorry. Please, could you do it here?”
Guy raised his eyebrows and gestured toward the armchair. Gina took a deep breath and bent over the arm, gripping it tightly with both hands as she did so.
“Stretch your arms out in front of you, sub.”
Gina complied at once and then realized that doing so made her bottom stick up even higher in the air. She knew her face had to be red with embarrassment, and she braced herself, clenching her cheeks, waiting for the first swat to hit.
Surprisingly, she felt a large, warm hand caressing her ass cheek, and after a few seconds, she relaxed, grateful for his soft touch.
Then his hand drew back and delivered the first spank. Gina gasped, but it didn’t hurt too badly. She would be able to take the rest if she focused on her breathing and counted them out in her head.
The next one was on the same cheek but harder, and Gina closed her eyes, her face screwing up with the pain of it.
“Those two were for arguing with me about your punishment. Now, you will count the next five out loud for me.”
She waited for the swat to come, but nothing happened.
“What do you say, sub?” Guy asked, his voice dangerously soft.
Oh shit, was she ever going to do anything right? “I’m sorry; yes, Sir,” she answered in a shaky voice.
The next swat came hard and fast, to the middle of her cheek. Gina counted and then felt his hand come down harder, on the other one. By the time she had got to four, her teeth were clenched and she felt tears begin to form. The fifth one landed on the delicate skin, right at the top of the thigh, and she cried out with the stinging pain of it.
“Five,” she managed as she felt the first tear slide down her face.
There was no way she was going to give in and cry like a baby. She had agreed to be trained as a submissive. She had read and researched enough to know what that entailed, and she knew, inside, that she should have gone to get her Dominant when Laura had shown she was going to be trouble.
Her determined thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Guy’s voice. “Stand up and face me, Gina.”
Surprised, she stood and turned, wiping the couple of tears that had escaped. Oh God, had he changed his mind and decided that she had to take the rest downstairs?
Guy wiped away one more rogue tear. Their eyes met, and Gina felt her lip tremble at what he was about to say.
“You will bend over my knees for the rest.”
She didn’t know whether to be relieved or not, but she certainly knew how to respond this time. “Yes, Sir,” she answered as bravely as she could.
“Better,” he stated and moved around her to sit on the chair.
She turned, and after just a small hesitation, she bent over his lap. He immediately pulled her farther over so her feet were off the ground and her bottom was pointing straight up.
At least her spanked cheeks had had a couple of moments to recover before the last of the punishment.
“Spread your legs, sub,” he ordered.
She felt so self-conscious, but she knew there was no choice in the matter. Reluctantly, she opened them, knowing that her pussy would be on full show to him. She had never felt so exposed in her life. Then a new sensation hit her. Was that arousal? For God’s sake, how could she possibly feel aroused at this point?
His hand ran over her ass and moved to her crack. She jumped as he let it run down and
slide between her folds. “Your body belongs to me now, Gina. It is mine to do with as I see fit. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, feeling her need grow as his fingers trailed over her labia, then pushed gently up inside her.
“Oh,” she moaned, feeling the slickness of her arousal turn to wetness at his invasive touch. His finger slid out and strummed over her clit. She gasped, as thrills of sensation pulsed through her.
He removed his hand from her pussy, and she let out a sigh of frustration.
“I enjoyed feeling your clit swell with my attention, but I don’t expect you to complain if I stop. You will take whatever I give you and always be grateful. Now, is it the thought of more spanking that turns you on and makes you wet, or do you want my hand on your pussy some more?”
Gina blushed. “I…I think it’s some of both, Sir,” she replied.
“Good girl, that’s an honest answer,” Guy said, repositioning her ass to stick back up once more since Gina had wriggled a little during his intimate exploration.
“Count for me again,” he stated, and Gina braced herself for the remainder of her punishment.
The harsh swats came down on her already sore bottom, and Gina counted them out, managing to cope better this time but still grimacing at the hardness of his wallops, knowing her cheeks must be a burning red color by now.
When the last spank had been administered, Guy helped her off his knees and into a kneeling position in front of him. Then he pulled her close. “What do you have to say to me, Gina?” he asked in a gentle voice.
She knew what was expected of her. “I’m so sorry I didn’t come and get you and that Becky had the tray knocked out of her hands. I’m sorry about the damage, and I promise I’ll come to you straight away if there’s a problem in the future.”
She hung her head, genuinely unhappy about letting him down at the very start of her training.
He lifted her face to his and kissed her thoroughly on her lips. “You are forgiven, sweetheart. Thank you for your apology.”
It was surprising to Gina how much better she felt. Just hearing Guy’s acceptance of her apology, and telling her that everything was all right now, felt like closure. In any other situation, she knew she would have felt a lot of guilt and worried about what would happen because she had screwed up so spectacularly. But it was over—as quickly as that. She was a quick learner, and she’d been completely genuine in her remorse and need for forgiveness.
Guy watched her processing all her thoughts and smiled. “I want you to stand up and spread your legs for me, sub,” he stated in a quiet but firm tone of voice.
Gina stood before her Dom and spread her legs shoulder-width apart, as far as her jeans would allow. Her body trembled, but not with fear, just anticipation of what was about to happen now.
“Raise your hands,” he instructed.
When she had done so, he lifted her sweater and pulled it slowly over her head. After letting it drop to the floor, he unclipped her bra in one fluid movement. Her breasts sprang free, and not bothering to remove the bra, he trailed the fingers of one hand over her warm nipples. Gina gasped at the sensation, the buds instantly bunching, sending small pulses of pleasure zinging straight to her pussy.
Guy lowered his head and ran his tongue over one taut nipple, then the other. His hot mouth closed over each in turn, pulling and sucking until she groaned with desire, feeling the urgent wetness between her legs, wanting nothing more than to feel his mouth on her body.
“Put your arms down, sweetheart, and strip completely for me.”
Gina stepped out of her jeans and panties, then took off her bra, leaving them in a pile on the floor. It took some self-control not to cover her nakedness with her hands, but she was surprised to feel arousal as well as exposure. Guy sat there fully clothed, and she stood before him, utterly naked and at his mercy.
He stood up and took out a pair of cuff restraints from his back pocket. “Give me your wrists,” he ordered.
She did as he asked, and he slid the black Velcro over her hands, securing them snugly on each wrist and clipping them together. Then he grasped her arm and led her to a closet door on the other side of the room. Taking her hands, he lifted them to the hook, high up on the door, and slipped the restraints over it.
Gina’s heart skipped a beat and her breathing rapidly increased as she realized there was no way she could lift her hands any higher to release them from the large hook.
His voice was soft, and she trembled at the warmth of his body, so close to hers.
“Gina, do you know what a safe word is?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“I want you to pick one now. It can be any word you like and can remember easily. If anything becomes too much, you will use it immediately. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” She thought for a moment and then glanced up at the silver ring, on her right hand, that her mother had given her on her last birthday. “Could I use the word silver, Sir?” she asked.
“Silver will be fine. Now, if you use that word, everything stops. We will discuss the problem, and you will be completely honest with me.”
It was a statement, not a question, and Gina knew how important this was, to both of them.
“Yes, Sir, I will,” she answered.
“Good girl,” Guy replied and ran his hands gently over her still sore bottom.
She was surprised at how those two words affected her. Even though he had punished her, she still needed, not just wanted, to please him.
Every nerve in her body felt like it was on high alert, standing there with her back to Guy, secured firmly to his closet door.
“Open your legs for me,” he said in a husky voice.
She did as he asked, her arms stretching and becoming taut as the gap between her legs widened. He moved right up behind her and the fabric of his clothes brushed against her skin. The feeling of being trapped, not only by the hook on the door but by her Dom, was strangely exciting.
She jumped when his hands encircled her waist. His body pushed against hers, and his fingers made their way down her body, over the slight roundness of her stomach, and then cupped her mound, the movement causing Gina to release a small gasp of pleasure.
One hand continued its journey down between her open thighs and into her aching folds. Slowly, he began to stroke her, two fingers running back and forth through her wetness, and when he found her clit, he chuckled, feeling it swell under his intimate touch.
Gina was shocked at how quickly her orgasm began to build; this never happened to her. But her thoughts were pushed to one side, and she let out a moan when the same two fingers suddenly pushed up inside her. Her pussy clenched around them, and her ass pressed against him when he withdrew and pushed back inside her.
He slid them in and out again. “Does being restrained and trapped like this turn you on, Gina?” he asked.
When she didn’t answer, he encircled her waist tightly with one hand and spanked her hard with the other.
Gina yelped, but the pain only added to her arousal, the sting of his hand making her pussy throb with need.
“Answer me, sub,” he growled.
Her voice was hoarse when she replied, “Yes, Sir.”
The hand that had spanked her slid back around, and his fingers ran through her folds and then found her clit once again. His other hand slid up from her waist and began to rub and pinch her taut, erect nipples.
Low moans escaped her as he started to finger-fuck her in time with the pinching, and she teetered on the edge of an orgasm that she knew would burst from her at any second.
His hand then moved from her nipples, ran down the side of her body, round to the back and over her red, stinging bottom. He spanked her on each cheek and then let his hand slide through her crack and up between her legs.
Two fingers of one hand pinched her hot, swollen nub, and two from the other hand rammed up into her pussy, right at the same time. Gina let out a small scream as she came,
her legs wanting to give way as spasm after spasm caused her pussy to grip Guy’s fingers inside her.
When her body was finally spent, and she became still, he removed his fingers, leaving one hand around her waist as he released her from the hook and took off the restraints. He turned her around and pulled her to him, cradling her soft, compliant body against his own hard frame.
He lifted her chin, and their eyes met. “I’m proud of you for trusting me enough to restrain you and enjoy your body to my satisfaction. Now, come and sit on the bed with me and rest.”
He led her to the bed, and while she sat right next to him, he rubbed her shoulders and arms to make sure her circulation was good and then hugged her tightly to him again for a while. When he was satisfied that she had recovered fully, he stood, turned to his sub, and waited until she looked up at him, giving him her full attention.
“Now, I want you to go downstairs and ask Andy and Becky for their forgiveness as well.”
Gina nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
She went to pull her clothes back on, but Guy’s hand came down on hers firmly. “No, sub, your jeans and panties will stay off, but you may put your sweater back on, without the bra. Then you will carry on with my instructions.”
Gina looked up at him, horrified. “But, Andy will see…and Laura—” She broke off and stared at the floor in dismay. When would she learn to keep her big mouth shut? “I’m sorry, Sir.” It was all she could think of to say.
Guy studied her for a few seconds before adding, “You don’t need to be concerned about Laura. You may use the back stairs that lead straight to the private quarters.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Gina stood, picked up her panties and jeans, and put them on the end of the bed. Then she picked up her bra, placed it with the other clothes, and slipped the sweater back on.
Guy opened the door, and she went out into the hallway, glancing nervously at the other rooms in the corridor. Thankfully, her sweater was long enough to cover at least half of her bottom, but still, what would people think if they opened their doors and saw a half-naked woman with a burning red ass walking past?
“November is a quiet time of year, Gina. Andy has assured me that the other two rooms that were occupied are now vacant. The back stairs are at the end of the hallway on the right. They lead straight to Andy’s quarters. Let’s go, sub.”