A Submissive's Gift

by Maggie Ryan

  Once she stepped out of the underwear, she waited to be released so that she could go choose a thong instead. Logan had other plans as he turned her away and then cupped her buttocks in his palms. Her moan had his cock rising inside his briefs.

  "You'll go without today," he ordered, running a fingertip along a raised wheal from the application of the cane to her ass the night before. "No one is going to know but us," he whispered into her ear, before nibbling on the sensitive skin behind it. Her body quivered as her face colored more.

  "I-I don't think I can," she whispered, never purposely choosing to start her day, especially a day outside of her own home, sans underwear. She moaned again when his hand gave her cheek a slight squeeze.

  "Consider it an order," Logan said, moving her to the edge of the bed, pushing her torso down onto the surface. "If you feel you need something beneath your skirt, perhaps a nice thick plug up your ass will suffice."

  "Oh, no, um, that's not necessary, Sir," she said, turning her head to look back at him. "Maybe you could go look alone, and I'll go later if you find a house you like."

  "Definitely not happening," he informed her as he unzipped his pants, removing his cock as his free hand pushed against her thigh, ordering her to spread for him.

  She was already soaking, and he wondered if going naked was such a naughty idea that she would find her skirt soaked through. He grinned as he entered her, loving it when she pushed back against him. "It's naughty to question your Dom's direct order. A good sub would simply be thankful that her Dom was concerned for her comfort." His hands stroked down her tender buttocks as he continued his entry. "On the other hand, if you insist on covering this ass, I assure you it will be no problem to lift your skirt and pull down the panties you seem set on wearing, to spank you before fucking you in every room of any proposed house. Then again, I'm sure it would prove quite the lesson as you discover how quickly uncomfortable those become, trapping the heat of your hot ass and growing wetter with every session because, of course, naughty girls don't get to come. Is that what my sub needs to remind her that her Dom knows best?"

  Liz sucked in her breath at the thought of him edging her all day, her body already on the cusp of that wonderful precipice as he slid in and out of her. If he didn't allow her to come, if he truly demonstrated his authority throughout the day, she felt she'd be needy enough to strip every inch of her clothing off, no matter who might see her, as she begged to remain totally nude if only he'd allow her release. "Thank you for your kind suggestion that I go pantyless, Sir."

  Chuckling, he pushed deeply into her. "Good girl." He began to fuck her as his finger circled and pressed against her swollen nub. His free hand roamed over her ass, which had a few welts, as well as a few bruises from the belt and cane. He was pinching one of the welts when she bucked and cried out her climax, her body twisting beneath him as she exploded. Logan took her to another climax, demanding she come with him, and spilling inside her when she obeyed.

  Afterwards, he gently washed her before taking care of himself. When she attempted to rise from the bed, he told her to stay. Not caring that they would be late, he took the time to rub arnica lotion into every inch of her posterior and the backs of her thighs. When he was done, he helped her into her skirt before drawing her into his arms.

  "I love you, Liebchen," he whispered into her hair, loving the feel of her in his arms.

  "I love you too, Sir," she said, lifting her face, "even when you make me do very naughty things."

  Patting her bottom once more, he chuckled. "Nope, only potentially embarrassing if someone discovers your naked ass, but not naughty." He kissed the tip of her nose, then gave her a piece of advice. "Naughty is your choice, young lady, and we both know that it matters not that your ass already bears my marks. Your welts will not keep you safe from paying the price if you go that route."

  Elizabeth felt her sore bottom clench and her heart stutter, the marks he had placed on her body filling her with a sense of pride that only a submissive woman understood. God, this man was all she ever wanted, the only one who could take her to heights of such pleasure as well as allow her to truly explore the boundaries she was constantly testing. "Yes, Sir, I'll be extra good today."

  "Better not let Nancy or Ariel hear that," he said, as they went outside to climb into his car. "I have no doubt they'd consider it a dare to see whether you can keep that promise."

  From her seat, she grinned up at him, not speaking, but knowing that if she were his sister instead of his fiancée, Ariel would indeed be asking about her panties. She squirmed until she found a more comfortable position as they drove the short distance to Nancy's. They would meet their realtor at the first house, and Liz could only hope that she'd manage to hide the fact that her very sore ass was naked—but admittedly more comfortable—beneath her clothing.

  Chapter 3

  Their realtor showed them five houses that they looked at and discarded, doing the same with the sixth, before returning to the car. Craig had insisted on having them for lunch after their morning round of house-hunting. When Jeanette ended her phone call, Elizabeth asked if she'd like to join them, but the young woman declined.

  "Thank you, but I'm meeting someone," she said, her face showing her pleasure at the announcement. "I'll meet you at this address," she went on, circling an address on the second page of their list. When Liz asked why several houses seemed to be skipped, Jeanette flushed, glancing at Logan before explaining. "Well, it seems that I really did need to listen to a mas… um, my client, instead of just insisting you look at every house. I'm hoping that you will forgive me for wasting your time, and I really think this house might be the one."

  Elizabeth nodded with no true understanding, but she had seen Logan speaking to the realtor as she and Nancy discussed why the house they were looking at didn't feel anything like home. Agreeing to meet up again in two hours, the four friends were soon driving towards downtown, leaving Jeanette to go to her appointment. Barbara was just finishing setting the table when the four trooped into the restaurant to find Ariel and Garrett already seated.

  "From your look, I'm guessing it's not going very well," Garrett said, as Logan pulled out a chair for Elizabeth.

  "Not really," she admitted, with a huge sigh. "God, who knew that there were so few good choices in a city like Houston?"

  "Honey, Houston is one of the most rapidly growing cities in the country." Craig poured her a glass of white wine. "Houses are snapped up almost before the For Sale sign is posted."

  "You didn't like the ones you saw at all?" Barbara asked, sliding into her chair when Craig pulled it away from the table.

  As the servers began to bring in their lunch, the group talked about pros and cons of the various houses. Elizabeth admitted to possibly being able to make one into a home, but explained that Logan seemed to be far pickier than she, and she wasn't surprised when she saw Logan shake his head.

  "I realize we are shopping on a budget, but I have no intention of giving up my basic desires, or moving into a place that looks like it's falling down." He took a sip of his beer before continuing. "With renovations at both Haven and Tastsinn, I want a place that is move-in ready. We won't have time to do more than unpack boxes before we are working on the finishing touches at the hotel and club." He took a bite of his perfectly cooked steak, savoring the seasoning of the meat, before glancing at Craig. "How did you know we needed more than a sandwich?" he asked, spearing a new potato and popping the roasted morsel into his mouth.

  "Not difficult," Craig admitted. "I'm guessing a great deal of calories were expended last night, and know our ladies expect and need us to maintain our strength in order to ensure they are completely satisfied. I figured turkey on rye just wouldn't do the trick." He saw Barbara blush, and reached out his hand to capture hers. "Anyone care to tell me I'm wrong?" Craig dared, his eyes sweeping around the table. It was as if every woman there suddenly remembered exactly how the men they loved had made them feel the evening before, how every D
om had worked hard to bring the submissive they loved to that incredible place where their needs and fantasies had been met, leaving each of them completely sated.

  Elizabeth grinned as she cut off a slice of her own steak. "God forbid there ever comes a time when I can't proudly admit that I, for one, will always be grateful that Logan works very, very hard to ensure that I am taken care of in all ways." She lifted her fork, turning to her fiancé and offering him the bite. "Eat up, Sir, you've definitely earned it."

  Logan grinned, bending toward her, his hand dropping below the table to slide under her skirt, coming to rest a mere fraction of an inch from her sex. His lips opened to accept the bite at the same time his finger slid across her mons, causing the fork to jerk just the slightest. His smile widening, he opened his lips to pull the bite from the tines of the trembling fork, chewing slowly.

  Elizabeth's eyes never left his lips as she imagined them taking the place of his finger between her legs. Seeing his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, she gave a soft moan, audible to them all, as his hand slid away, wanting nothing more than to jump him right at the table.

  "I rest my case," Craig said unnecessarily, every person around the table well aware of the heat that was emanating from the couple.

  Lunch ended with a sinfully delicious strawberry shortcake. When Ariel realized that her plate included a scoop of strawberry ice cream, her eyes flew to Garrett's, before meeting Craig's. Her cheeks were pink as she giggled, knowing with certainly that the women were not the only ones at the table to share intimate secrets. As the men waited, the women made a trip to the restroom. Giggles could be heard behind the closed door as Ariel explained her extra ice cream.

  "Geeze, what fast food chain will be sacrificed next?" Nancy asked, rubbing the seat of her shorts, her own bottom tender, but guessing that Ariel's and Liz's were truly aching.

  "Who knows, but I can say that if your man pulls into a Chick Filet, you'd better understand it's not because he's thinking about any chicken sandwich," Ariel explained, her ass indeed feeling like it had been filleted—but grateful for every stroke. "But, thinking about it, I suggest we tell Craig to claim I-Hop for Bunny. After all, even sweet, cute little bunnies must do some hopping when their daddy is spanking their little tails." They all laughed as Barbara reached out to pop her sister's very sore rear, satisfied when Ariel gave a sharp shriek.

  Remembering the day they had all examined each other's posteriors, each woman knew that if they were to do the same thing now, what type of panties were being worn would be nowhere near as fascinating as how red, striped or welted their bottoms were. With smiles, and eyes that reflected their total satisfaction of who they were, they gathered in a circle to hug instead.

  Laughing, they all rejoined the men, everyone piling into cars to look at the day's remaining offerings.

  Just about twenty-five miles outside of Houston, they drove into the small town of Friendswood. As they pulled into a long driveway, their faces showed their definite interest and renewed hope as they climbed out of the cars. A small house sat in a grove of old pecan trees, branches shading the wraparound porch. White rockers beckoned for visitors to rest and rock, to enjoy the shade, as well as the sound of birdsong on the air. Two bedrooms and a bath took up most of the second floor of the house, and a large area used for storage the rest. Downstairs, there was a small but acceptable master bedroom with an adjoining bath at the back of the first floor. A kitchen, small dining room, and larger living room on the ground floor were praised by their realtor. A small half-bath that was tucked under the stairs completed the floor plan.

  "I know it's not very large," Jeanette exclaimed, sensing a sale. "The floors are original oak hardwood, and the plumbing and electrical has all been upgraded. The owners put in the half-bath and upgraded the kitchen. Even though most houses look better with furniture, I know Elizabeth can easily make this into a beautiful home. Come, let me show you the backyard."

  As she led them out the back door, they all noticed how private the house appeared, there were no other homes within view. The previous owners had left a large swing set at the back of the property, and Liz and Nancy grinned at each other, running to the swings. Jeanette smiled as she looked at Logan. "The set was too large to move, but think of the fun your kids will have on it."

  "Seems like my kid is already having fun," Logan said, his smile wide at the sound of Liz's giggle as her legs kicked to swing even higher. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind had her skirt lifting to her waist, her bare, welted bottom prominently displayed as she rose above their heads. As gasps and laughter started, he shook his head, moving to pull her swing to a stop.

  "Hey, I was beating Nance," Liz complained at the abrupt end of her attempt to swing the highest.

  "We could tell, babe," Logan said, helping her from the swing. "Good thing we are all very good friends, and that this property is secluded. I think you forgot you are, shall we say…"

  "Buck naked under your skirt," Ariel supplied, only to yelp when Garrett's hand landed on her backside.

  "Oh, shit," Liz sputtered, her hands moving to clamp her skirt down around her legs, her face flaming as she looked at Jeanette, barely even noticing that Logan popped her hard for cursing.

  "Don't worry," the realtor said, as she grinned. "Besides offering shade, you'll find many a branch willing to sacrifice itself to a naughty bare bottom."

  Liz's mouth dropped open as she gaped at the young woman, her audacity rendering Elizabeth speechless.

  Enjoying herself, Jeanette broke into giggles. "Oh, by the way, Ethan told me I should have known this was the only house acceptable for his good friends, now that you've found your voice. If you agree, I'm to have Logan cut the first switch and then I'm to take it to the club so Ethan can properly teach me that realtors should always make sure the house fits their client's needs."

  Elizabeth turned to Logan, giving him a smile as well as a nod. Logan agreed that the house was perfect for them, already imagining some very pleasant activities the swing could provide for an adventurous couple.

  "In that case, give me your pen," Logan announced, with a grin.

  After some discussion, the engaged couple made their offer on the spot, signing the papers with a flourish. Jeanette asked them to wait, going back to her car in order to call and present the offer.

  Ariel and Barbara took their own turns on the swings as the others walked around the property.

  Returning to the house, everyone gathered in the kitchen, Craig shaking his head at the small space. Liz assured him that it was twice as big as her current one.

  "Besides, the appliances are new and the countertops are…"

  "Perfect," Logan finished, his hand running across the marble surface of the breakfast bar, loving the fact that Elizabeth's face flushed, knowing she was thinking about that special night. "I can easily imagine enjoying many a meal here."

  Elizabeth was grateful when the door opened and Jeanette returned—though she had been embarrassed after the swing incident, she knew that was nothing compared to how embarrassed she would have been after she'd flung herself onto the counter and begged Logan to have a taste.

  "Congratulations, you just bought a house," Jeanette said, smiling as Logan lifted Elizabeth off her feet and twirled her around.

  Knowing his fiancée so very well, he grinned and sat her on the counter, bending to kiss her. "Care to guess what my first meal will be?" he murmured, just before he kissed her. Seeing the pink creep into her cheeks, he grinned. "I'll make sure you won't regret leaving your apartment, Liebchen. I love you."

  "I love you, Logan, and this house already feels like our home."

  Logan plucked her from the counter, and they accepted the congratulations of their friends as Jeanette locked up the house.

  Walking out to the cars, she turned to Elizabeth. "I'm so happy for you." Pausing, she lowered her eyes. "Please, forgive me if I stepped out of bounds. I-I didn't mean to embarrass you in any way." She was grateful when Elizabeth assur
ed her that everything was fine.

  "I hope Ethan and you will come to Haven for its opening," Elizabeth said, extending an offer to her. "I mean, if Ethan likes the idea, we'll make sure we hold a room."

  "Oh, God, Elizabeth, that's wonderful. Everyone is talking about how incredible Haven is going to be," Jeanette said, impulsively reaching to hug her. Remembering her role as a submissive, she added, "That would be so incredible but Ethan will have to let you know if we can accept."

  "I'm sure he'll accept," Logan assured them, before continuing, "and I know Ethan will find this acceptable as well." He held out the switch he had just cut and prepared. "Make sure you tell him that after he stripes your bottom, there will be free drinks waiting at the bar." Jeanette blushed but took the switch, reaching up to kiss his cheek.

  "Thank you, Sir. Most realtors only earn a commission," she giggled, her demeanor and her actions proving that Ethan had finally found a woman who was very interested in extending any playtime to include venues outside of the club.

  Elizabeth smiled, her fond memories of Ethan safe in her heart as both women acknowledged that any future play Elizabeth did would be with the man at her side.

  "I think you both will be just as happy," she whispered to Jeanette. "Tell Ethan thank you for understanding we would need a place like this."

  *****

  A few hours later, Jeanette turned into the parking lot of Tastsinn's, pulling into a space near the front of the curb. It was yet another reason Logan's club had such a great reputation. These spots, just a quick walk away from the entrance of the club, were reserved for those women who arrived unescorted. Taking a deep breath, she picked up the switch Logan had prepared and stepped from her car. Turning, she gave a short shriek as she saw a woman standing near the bumper of her car. The woman's appearance instantly showed which role she played in her relationships. She was dressed in black leather pants that hugged her like a second skin. Her breasts were pushed into prominence by the black leather bustier she wore, and her black hair was pulled back into a severe bun. It wasn't the physical appearance of the Domme that caused Jeanette to flush, however, it was the riding crop the woman held in her hand.