Page 18 of A Submissive's Gift
“Seriously, though, don’t worry, Nancy. His bite is only slightly worse than his bark. Come on, I promise, it will be okay.”
Nancy linked her arm through Beth’s. “As long as that bite doesn’t include a plug up my behind, I guess a few swats on it won’t kill me.”
“If they did, you’d be dead a thousand times over by now,” Jason quipped as the four began to walk toward an open play space.
Though the reassurance helped a little, Nancy felt her body begin to tremble as she lay down on the padded spanking bench and allowed her friend to guide her wrists and ankles into the leather restraints. She easily fell into the role of a somewhat reluctant penitent as Jason grinned down at her, making sure she saw him hand a rather wicked-looking paddle to Clayton.
“Officer, you should know that as a sub, I was simply obeying my Dom’s orders that night,” Nancy attempted, aware of people beginning to gather to watch the scene. “Don’t you think it’s just a teensy bit unfair that it’s my butt about to get smacked? I can absolutely assure you that mine wasn’t the only bare skin revealed.” Clayton’s grin sent a shiver down her spine, her buttocks clenching beneath their barely there covering.
“Life isn’t particularly fair, my dear girl,” he replied, as he twirled the paddle that Jason had handed him, while Beth made sure the long wig Nancy wore was parted to pool on the floor, revealing every inch of Nancy’s backside. “Ah, my saucy sub, you should know by now that as a Dom myself, I don’t particularly care about fairness. Correct me if I’m wrong, but when I arrived at the very entertaining scene of the crime, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Jason’s bare ass I saw.” He chuckled as Nancy growled at her husband. “Besides, I seem to remember you being quitehappy to agree to a future paddling in return for my generous decision to give you nothing but a verbal warning.”
Any further protests were cut off by her squeal when the first stroke of the paddle bounced off her rounded buttocks. As several more were delivered, it became obvious how little protection her costume provided. A soft pink glow could be seen developing beneath the thin fabric. Nancy’s continuous squeals and protests grew louder as the paddling continued.
Jason grinned as his wife’s eyes met his, easily seeing beyond her pain to find the arousal that was building inside her as friends and strangers watched her bottom bounce and jiggle beneath a well applied paddle.
Logan looked over as a louder squeal was pulled from Nancy, followed by a sharper cry from Ariel. Shaking his head, he looked around. “Where’s Liz?” he asked. “She should be back by now.”
Barbara closed the book as they finished with the reservations. All three of them were extremely pleased to know several weekends were now booked well into the next year. “I don’t know,” she said. “I’ll go check the bathroom.” Craig helped her from the stool, patting her bottom.
“Don’t be long. I’m thinking Alice’s ruffled panties need to come down so she can remember how to properly address Angel’s parents.”
“I won’t,” she promised, her mind recognizing it was a really flimsy excuse to give her a spanking, but her body already craving his touch. Barbara hurried toward the back of the club, not aware of the picture she made—a Little girl dodging around monsters, firemen, zombies and ghouls, whose eyes followed the beautiful woman in appreciation. Not finding her friend in the first restroom, she moved to the other side of the club, hurrying past couples well into their own scenes. Certain that she’d find Liz, she was beginning to get concerned when she wasn’t to be found in the other restrooms. After opening each stall tocheck, she frowned, and bent down to pick up a large, red ruby. Stepping back into the club, she realized that it was almost impossible to know who was who in their costumes. Barbara kept her eyes peeled as she returned to the bar, shaking her head, her concern growing as she saw a flash of brown fabric disappear down the hall. “I didn’t find her, but I found this,” she announced, holding out the fake jewel. “Could this be from her costume?”
“Yes. Show me where you found it,” Logan demanded, standing up as a sense of doom descended on him. He was taking his first step when a shrill scream made him stop. His head whipped toward the sound, only to discover it was a woman dressed as a witch. She was bent over the horse, her black skirts lifted to expose her pale buttocks to her Dom, who was rapidly striping her with his strap.
Jason had seen Logan stand up, and the look on his friend’s face had him raising his hand, signaling to Clayton to stop. “Something’s wrong,” Logan said. Clayton instantly became the Houston policeman he was, tossing the paddle aside and helping to undo the restraints that held Nancy to the bench.
Jason called to Garrett, who instantly had Ariel out of the restraints, pulling off his shirt to cover her nudity, not taking the time to put her back into her skintight mermaid tail. Ariel’s euphoria from her whipping disappeared at the sight of her friends’ faces.
“What’s wrong?”
“Liz is missing,” Logan said, his words clipped as he attempted to remain calm. “Spread out, look everywhere. I don’t want to cause a panic, but no one is to leave until we find her.”
Nodding, the group spread out, quietly speaking to other members, enjoining their help in the search. Nancy had just bent down and picked up a blue sapphire, when a cry pierced the air for a brief moment before stopping abruptly.
Logan jerked up, instantly recognizing the sound, his heart pounding as his eyes found Jackson’s who’d been walking toward him. “Shut it down!” Logan commanded, his voice easily rising above all others.
The reaction to his command was instant. Jackson relayed commands as he charged across the floor. Red lights started pulsing, signaling that all activity was to cease immediately. Monitors posted themselves at all exits as other staff began to move toward the stairs to the second floor—though it had yet to be opened. Once the lights activated, all interior doors automatically unlocked, while all exterior doors locked.
Susanna picked up the phone in the lobby, dialing 911 without bothering to explain to her assistant what was happening.
Privacy was disregarded as doors were pushed open and the inner rooms searched, their occupants asked to assemble in the main room. The precision was remarkable, as each member got to see exactly how a possibly dangerous scene would be handled by the owner and employees of Tastsinn. Not an unnecessary word was spoken, not a person moved toward any exit. It took less than ten minutes for the entire floor to be searched before it was obvious that Elizabeth was not in the club.
“Where is she?” Garrett said, his face drawn, his jaw clenched. Logan was shaking his head, his mind whirling.
“Here’s another one,” Nancy said, picking up a second blue jewel, her fingers trembling as she held it up. “These are from her costume, aren’t they?”
Logan took the jewel and nodded, his eyes moving along the wall.
“Oh God, he has her,” Barbara moaned, quickly telling them she had seen what might well have been a glimpse of a monk costume going down the hall, but that it had disappeared before she had a chance to see more than the swirl of a brown robe.
“The employee rooms,” Logan said, breaking away as he pressed a well-concealed area on the wall that opened to reveal a hallway leading to several small rooms used as either offices or storage areas. His heart was pounding as he spotted a red leather bracelet on the floor. Not bothering to pick it up, knowing that Elizabeth had managed to drop it as a further clue to her location, his heart stopped when another scream split the silence around them. He threw himself against a closed door, cursing when he realized it was blocked from the inside. Another scream propelled him forward as his name was shrieked by the love of his life. Jackson appeared and added his weight to the attack, the strength of both men causing the very door to crack.
The sound of Logan’s roar, as Jackson rammed into the door for the third time, made everyone’s blood freeze in their veins. As soon as the door pushed open just the barest width required, Logan was through it in a heartbeat. The next sound was a man yelling, and a thud, as Logan lifted the monk by his robe, throwing him across the room.
By the time Garrett, Clayton, and Jackson entered, Greg Spenser was attempting to find his feet in order to escape the Roman politician who had become a gladiator obviously intent on spilling the blood of his foe.
“Logan, stop,” Jackson thundered, his hand clamping onto Logan’s arm just as he snapped Greg’s head back with another punch.
