Page 11 of A Submissive's Gift
“Thanks, I will,” Jeanette replied, her face flushed with all the delicious possibilities that awaited her behind the doors they were approaching.
Ethan led her into the club proper. “Would you like a drink before we begin?” he asked, gesturing to the large circular bar across the room.
“No, thank you, Sir. To be honest, I’m afraid I wouldn’t taste a thing… not until, um…”
“Your ass is well striped?” Ethan offered.
“I think I’ll plead the fifth,” Jeanette said with a smile. “Besides, that’s up to my Dom I believe.”
“It is,” Ethan agreed, proud of her for offering him the control that came with the surrender of the switch she’d brought to the club. He didn’t make her wait any longer, 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 sharp 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. Eachquick 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.
“Let’s make sure the lesson is truly imprinted,” Ethan suggested, twirling the end of the switch in a circular motion. “Turn around, bend over and grab your ankles.”
Jeanette’s bottom lip disappeared between her teeth as she obeyed, slowly turning to present him her back. Well aware of how she would look, she held her breath as she bent forward, her hands sliding down her legs to grasp her fingers around each ankle, the skin on her recently striped ass pulling tight at the required position.
“Good girl,” Ethan praised. The very tip of the switch tapped against the stripes on her left buttock before lifting.
She heard the whoosh of the switch as it cut through the air to land in a vertical line across the horizontal ones already decorating her buttock. The shock of the heat of the stroke as it reignited the fire he’d built had her stumbling a step forward.
“Let’s try that again, shall we?” Ethan suggested.
Jeanette knew he wasn’t waiting for her to give a verbal response. Instead, she shifted back into position, bracing her feet a bit further apart and taking a tighter grip on her ankles.
“That’s my good girl,” her Dom praised. “Now, ask me to close the gate.”
She swallowed hard, never finding it easy to actually ask for anything. Her view as a submissive was that she was to serve. Every other Dom she’d ever played with had been content to simply take. Ethan wasn’t like any other Dom though. He was gradually teaching her that service came in all different forms. Having her serve his needs was definitely in the equation, but he would never be content unless he had taken her another step into the dynamic she was coming to love even more. It was the knowledge that he was invested in her pleasure, her needs as important as his own that allowed her to obey.
“Sir, please use the switch to close the gate on my ass.”
Desire to please him with her obedience still didn’t quell her shriek as the hardest stroke fell. It was if the coiled cobra had lunged forward to sink its fangs into her very flesh. The heat bloomed into an inferno that held her in its embrace even as the embers flamed to life between her legs. “Ahhh, th-thank you, Sir,” she said, her voice cracking a bit when she finally caught her breath.
“You’re quite welcome.” Ethan stepped forward to run a fingernail over the perfectly placed lines on both of her cheeks, each a mirror image of its twin hillock.
Ethan helped her to straighten before he pulled her to him to give her a kiss that had her toes curling. When she was breathless, he bent and helped her back into her panties, smoothing her dress over her tender 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. Oh, 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 bar. Seeing Maxine seated on a stool, lifting her glass in a silent salute, Ethan gave her a nod, Jeanette’s soft giggle made him smile. Lifting her to sit on the tall ballstool and hearing her soft moan had his smile broadening. He did love the sounds a well-punished little submissive made. He ordered their drinks and listened as she described their friends’ reaction to the house.
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 gingerly slid into her car.
“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.” He twirled the switch he still held in his hand before he kissed her once more. “Good night and sweet dreams.”
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 SEVEN
