Page 12 of A Submissive's Gift
“I feel guilty leaving you with all of this to do by yourself.” Elizabeth put down the box she was holding and motioned to the wall of others that had been placed in the living room.
“It’s fine,schatzi,” Logan assured her, as he carried a chair into the dining room. “Actually, it couldn’t have worked out better. Instead of hiring a trailer for two weekends, we save some money, and I have something to occupy my time while you are gone.”
Jason and Garrett came through the door with the last of the dining room chairs, setting them around the table.
“That’s the last of it,” Craig said, as he and Barbara added their boxes to the growing pile. “Though I must say, there seems to be quite a lot of stuff still in the storage units.”
“Most of those items will go to Haven,” Nancy informed him. “We’ve been shopping for several years now to have furnishings, just in case Liz ever found the perfect site for her hotel.”
“With the cabins being constructed, I’m not even sure we have enough furniture now,” Liz added, thinking of the three large units they had taken some items from as she and Logan prepared to move into the house they had purchased a little over a month earlier. Looking around the room, and seeing somany boxes and furniture shoved together, she again shook her head, looking at Logan. “Maybe we should just wait and leave tomorrow. I don’t feel good leaving you to do everything.”
He drew her into his arms. “I admit I’m not much of a designer, but I’d hate to think you didn’t trust me to make sure the beds go into the bedrooms, the dishes into the kitchen, the books on the bookshelves, and the clothes into closets. You have been looking forward to this trip for months, and just need to trust me with unpacking.”
“Most women would be ecstatic, leaving all this stuff so they can go shop for some more,” Ariel said and giggled as Elizabeth plucked at the end of the tape sealing one box, as if preparing to get to work. “If we don’t leave soon, only garage-sale junk will be left. I’m planning on finding my own treasures at Round Top, so I say let’s get the show on the road.”
Barbara and Nancy nodded their agreement, and Liz sighed as she dusted her hands off on her jeans.
The women had all turned to their men to say their last goodbyes, when Logan shook his head, the gleam in his eyes causing Elizabeth’s stomach to flutter.
“Seeing as how all four of you will most likely get into some type of mischief, we’ve decided that starting your road trip with a nice warm bottom will help remind you of how much you are loved. Gather around the table, ladies, and drop them.”
“You’re joking!” Nancy protested, her hands already cupping her backside. “You’re going to give us ‘just in case’ spankings? I can promise I’ll be a good girl. You certainly don’t need to?—”
“Move it, Nancy, unless you’d like a hot bottom instead of a warm one?” Jason shook his head, his stern reply negated by the grin on his lips. “Last one in position gets an additional half dozen.”
The men stepped out of the way as four grown women raced to find a spot to bend over the table, their fingers unsnappingjeans and lowering zippers. When all four were bent properly, jeans and panties at their knees, Jason again shook his head.
“That was orchestrated perfectly. I have no idea who was really last, so I guess it will just be an extra few for all.”
“Hey, that’s not fair,” Barbara protested, as she lifted her cheek from the table to see Craig grinning at her. “I’ve got the longest legs and run the fastest. I know for sure I wasn’t last!”
“Unity, remember—all for one and one for all?” Ariel suggested, her hand reaching across the table for her sister’s.
Barbara shook her head. “Easy for you to say, short stuff,” she retorted but accepted the hand. Only a few months ago she would have been appalled to see her sister baring her butt for a spanking, but now she was doing the exact same thing and with a silly grin on her face. She saw Nancy and Elizabeth also holding onto each other, and her grin grew wider. Ever since she’d dropped all of her predetermined biases, and allowed herself to explore her fantasies with Craig, she had never been happier. A soft moan escaped her lips when she felt a large, warm hand caress her backside, and she looked back to give Craig a smile. He grinned and patted her bottom, causing her face to flush a pretty pink with expectation.
“Shall we commence?” Logan asked, as he and Jason took up positions behind their women, and Garrett moved to stand behind Ariel. “Remember gentlemen, two dozen of your best with your hand, and a half-dozen more with our chosen implement to seal the deal.”
Hearing her friends gasp, Liz looked back to see Logan smiling down at her. “Good luck finding an implement. If we have to wait until you go through all those boxes, we’ll never make it to Harry’s.”
“Oh ye of little faith,” Logan quipped, turning to the windowsill and picking up four thin, freshly prepared switches, and passing one to each Dom. “It seems your trust that I’ve goteverything covered needs to be adjusted. Perhaps a dozen or so extra will assure that?—”
“No, I mean, I was just worried that you’d be unable to find what you needed. I was, um, offering to help unpack. There’s no need for?—”
Her pitiful excuse was cut off when Logan’s hand came down hard on her right cheek. She yelped, and fingers tightened around those of friends as the women were all given their “just in case” spankings.
After two dozen strokes had been applied to each posterior, the women braced themselves for the finale. Though they could not see what was happening behind them, they could see the switches being lifted to tend to their friends’ bare bottoms across the table. When the first stroke landed against Nancy’s rear, her head reared back.
“Ow! That hurts! Remember, we’ve got to sit for hours. How about?—”
“You let me determine what my wife needs to remind her to stay out of trouble,” Jason finished her sentence even as another stripe was added to her upturned butt.
Seeing Elizabeth and Ariel shaking their heads, with noises that sounded suspiciously like giggles coming from them, Nancy wagged her bottom, but laid her head back down on the table. “You’re all certifiably nuts,” she mumbled, the giggles ending abruptly as a harder stroke was given to remind the saucy little subs that this was to be taken seriously.
The room filled with the various tones of moans and sharp yelps, as each posterior was gifted with a half-dozen lighter strokes. When the last had been given, the men stood, grinning at each other and at the beautiful, submissive women bent over in acceptance of their Doms’ right to give them whatever they decided was necessary, even when it was simply a light-hearted “just in case” reminder.
Craig bent down to kiss Barbara’s cheek. “You are absolutely gorgeous like this. I will never get tired of tending to your beautiful backside.” His hand ran over the pink globes of her buttocks, before his hand slipped between her thighs. Her gasp, and the jerking of her hips, told him that his girl could use a bit of more personal attention as well. He helped her to stand, her face flushed, and her eyes filled with a mixture of need and embarrassment. When she reached to pull up her clothing, Craig shook his head and took her hand.
Barbara’s eyes darted around the room to see that her friends were all being led to different locations, and realized that they, like she, got far more out of the spanking tableau than simply a tender ass. It was obvious that Harry would have to wait just a little longer. She smiled and had to slap her free hand over her mouth when she actually giggled, amazed to be part of such a free-spirited group of people.
