An American Submissive in Britain (7 page)

She nodded, gazing over her dish of sausage and something Becky called Yorkshire pudding, which seemed more like bread than pudding in Gina’s opinion.

“When I come back, I’d like to talk to you about visiting a small BDSM club with Andy and Becky tonight. Okay?”

Gina couldn’t hide the anxiety she felt at his words. Talk about straight from the frying pan into the fire.

Guy took in her expression and grinned. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll take things one step at a time, I promise.”

“O…okay, I mean, yes, Sir.”

Gina glanced around at the other people in the pub. There were half a dozen patrons, at least, busy eating their lunches, and she felt very self-conscious at the possibility of them overhearing her addressing Guy as Sir.

Guy hunkered down beside her chair. He kissed her cheeks, then her mouth. “You may call me Guy when we are out in public in a place like this. However, I expect ‘Sir’ when we are in private, at a club, or a party. Do you understand?”

Yes, Guy,” she finished quickly.

He nodded his approval. “If you need anything, just come into the private quarters. We’ll be in the first room on the left.”

Just as the two men disappeared through the side door to Andy and Becky’s private quarters, the front door of the pub slammed loudly behind Gina, making her jump and swing round. A young, blonde woman stood in front of the door, scanning the room until her eyes rested on Gina. Striding over, the woman stopped not three feet from Gina’s chair and looked her slowly up and down.

“Well now, look what the cat’s dragged in from the good old U.S. of A. If it isn’t my new big sis come to claim her so-called inheritance.” The sharp voice carried right through the room.

Gina sat stunned, trying to take in the fact that this angry, sarcastic female was actually the sister whom she had so longed to meet.

“You’re Laura?” Gina asked calmly, hoping that if she appeared friendly and non-combative that the situation might resolve itself quickly with the minimum of embarrassment.

“That’s right,
Gina
,” Laura spat, leaning in close.

Her name was said with so much animosity that Gina almost cringed, especially since the waft of alcohol that came with it was potent. Obviously, her new sister had been drinking.

“Look, I don’t know what you’ve been told, but all I’m here to do is see the cottage that…” Gina paused and then continued determinedly, “that
our
father left me in his will, nothing else.”

“
Our
father? Oh no, lady, the man I just buried, with my mother and brother beside me, was no father of yours, let me assure you. If he was, he would have recognized you as his own years ago. So don’t think for a minute that you’re going to waltz into our lives and make some claim on our family.”

Gina took a deep breath. It had already been an emotional day for her. She had suffered a panic attack, a fall, and been totally embarrassed in front of Guy. Her mind was running ragged, and she was still coming to terms with the conversation that had transpired between her and the man who had just offered to be her Dominant. Not to mention the jetlag that had kindly decided to put in an appearance in the last half an hour. Now, her aggressive, drunk new half-sister was verbally attacking her in front of strangers, accusing her of all kinds of nonsense.

“Laura, I’m not after anything of the sort,” Gina explained. “I don’t know how you came to that conclusion. I was just hoping we could meet and become friends.”

“Like that’s
ever
going to happen. You know what? You just need to get on the first available plane, fly back to your slutty mother, and stay away from my family.”

That was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back.

Gina leaped up and took two steps toward Laura. “You stupid little bitch. How
dare
you refer to my mother that way? You have about two seconds to back the fuck off, or you’re going to wish you’d never walked in this place looking for me.”

Becky, who had been busy clearing a couple of tables close by, approached them. “Look, let’s calm this down. Why don’t the two of you sit and talk rationally about all this. Come on,” she coaxed in a quiet, diffusing tone, “I’ll get a couple of glasses of wine, and the two of you can get to know each other a little better.”

Gina glared at her new half-sister. “I think she’s had more than enough already. Why don’t you just go on home, Laura, and sleep it off.”

Gina knew the dripping sarcasm wasn’t going to help matters, but at that moment, she didn’t care. She had been so apprehensive about meeting her relations. She had never expected this. It was just such a letdown; how was she ever going to pluck up the courage to meet the rest of them?

“Why don’t you just fuck off back to America!” Laura lunged forward, apparently determined to remove Gina from the pub herself. She tried to drag Gina toward the door.

It all happened in what seemed like a split second. As the two of them grappled with each other, arms flying this way and that, Becky was sent lurching sideways, the tray of plates and glasses slipping from her hands and hitting the floor with a thunderous crash, glass and china smashing everywhere. The remaining patrons let out several gasps of shock as Gina and Laura came to an abrupt halt, both of them seemingly frozen to the spot, each still grabbing the other’s clothes.

The side door flew open, and Guy and Andy appeared, each man taking in the scene in front of them.

Andy was the first to move. He walked calmly over to Becky, took her hand and led her over to the bar, helping her onto a barstool. After instructing her to stay put, he crossed the room and spoke quietly to the two sets of guests. Gina watched him help the women on with their coats and see all of them out of the pub.

Gina’s heart sank as she saw him lock the main doors and then return to stand next to Becky. Why couldn’t she have kept her temper and just walked away. Her mother was always telling her to keep her calm and not be so impulsive. God, her mom would be horrified if she could see her daughter now.

She jumped as Guy’s voice filled the room.

“Laura, go and sit down, over by the fire. A cab is going to be called for you, and you’re going to go straight home. Do you understand?”

Laura, her hands now back by her sides, stared at Guy defiantly. “Don’t presume to boss me around, Guy Anderson. This has nothing to do with—”

“SIT DOWN!” His anger seemed to resonate from his whole body.

Laura pouted, and then flounced over to the table nearest to the fire.

“Andy, could you call a cab for Laura while I talk to Gina?”

Andy nodded and reached into his pocket for his cell.

Guy walked over to Gina, and her stomach flipped, not in a good way. Jesus, could she actually have blown everything this quickly? Maybe he would understand when she explained how Laura had behaved and what she’d said.

One look at Guy’s face told her it was not going to be that easy.

“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.