Saved by Submission (19 page)

When she turned, he swatted her ass, and she hurried over to Rachel and Laura.

“Megan, take up the inspection position,” he said, and, trying not to let her nervousness show, she did as she was told. When the other subs got a nod from their Doms, they spread their legs and put their hands behind their heads, in silence.

All three men took their time, walking around their individual subs, making sure to check any body part that they wished to.

Megan felt her legs quivering, when Jacob touched her pussy, and when he withdrew his hand, her juices glistening there, once again, she kept her gaze straight ahead.

He sucked his finger clean. “You taste so sweet, sub. I can hardly wait to suck on your pretty, pink clit.”

Rachel was made to bend over, and she gave a small yelp, when Mat inserted a butt plug into her ass.

“You will wear the plug for a while, sub, and next time, you will think before you choose to argue with me.”

Obviously, the two of them had exchanged words since Megan had seen them earlier, but she couldn’t be concerned with that now. All she could think was how horrified she would be if Jacob decided a butt plug would be a good idea for her.

When Alec approached, and got a nod from Jacob, Megan’s stomach clenched. He stroked her breasts, and pinched her nipples, and then ran a hand over her bottom, letting his finger trail over her crack.

Again, her body betrayed her, and she felt the wetness between her legs, and her core throbbing with desire.

“Her nipples are lovely, Jacob, all rosy and swollen. Are you going to shave her pussy?”

“Yes, probably, but it’s made a nice change, having her unshaved, especially with that fiery, copper red color.”

“I see what you mean. Maybe you should shave it into the shape of a flame.”

The two men laughed, and then Alec returned to his own sub.

When the inspection was over, the three women were cuffed and led, by their respective Doms, into the dining room.

When Jacob sat at the table, he pointed to the floor, and Megan knelt as gracefully as she could manage at his feet.

At least this was something she could enjoy, and when he fed her a morsel of delicious quiche, it gave her the strangest feeling of being cherished and cared for. After every few mouthfuls, he let her drink from a glass of iced water that he’d had set there earlier while she showered.

After they’d all eaten, the men uncuffed their subs, and Megan, Rachel and Laura cleared the table, taking everything out to the kitchen and stacking it neatly by the sink. They chatted quietly while they worked, and after Rachel had refilled the jug of water, they knelt back at their Dom’s feet, where they were cuffed again.

Jacob addressed the room. “It seems that both Mat and Alec like my idea of giving my submissive a daily spanking, and we’ve decided that now would be as good as any time to start.”

The subs risked a quick glance at each other, but Jacob hadn’t finished.

“Seeing as we’re having a party, each sub will be spanked by every Dom, and will pick an implement for two of the spankings from the selection on the side table. The third will be by hand. Subs, you will start with the Dom to your right.”

For Megan, this meant Alec, and she got up and walked over to him, coming to a stop in front of his chair, her hands still cuffed in front of her.

“Go and pick something from the table, sweetheart,” he said, smiling warmly at her.

She was glad he wasn’t mean, but she was still nervous when she returned with a wide paddle and handed it to him.

Mat spoke. “I take it this is a bare bottomed spanking? So to be fair, they should really remove any clothing.”

“I agree,” Jacob answered, and gestured towards each of the subs. “Strip completely.”

Megan untied the apron strings, and the sheer material fell away. Rachel took off the skirt, and Laura pulled down her thong and took the lace off her nipples. All three of them were naked, except for the little caps each of them wore.

Alec stood up and told Megan to bend over the dining table. With trepidation, she did so, stretching her cuffed wrists out in front of her.

“Sub, you did not respond, when I gave you an order. That just earned you three, extra swats.

Megan shut her eyes. She could have kicked herself, only that would have caused even more pain than she was about to be in.

Alec brought the paddle down, with a thwack, on her bottom, and although he did not spank too hard, he was relentless.

Megan had thought that the paddle would be easier to take than the crop, or cane, both of which had also been on the table. Maybe it was the amount of times he spanked her, but it was not long before her skin burned each time the paddle connected with it.

The pain was bearable, and her body reacted the way she feared it would. Her pussy seemed to pulse inside her, and when she shut her eyes, all she could envision was Jacob spanking her, and then holding her down, over the table, while he rammed his cock inside her.

When Alec paused, with the paddle in his hand, Megan braced herself. She knew he would make a feature of the three swats she had earned for not acknowledging him.

The first was not awful, just much harder, and the second was the same, on the other cheek. The third, however, hit right at the top of her thighs, and she yelped at the hot, stinging, pain that seemed to spread up and down her lower body.

“You may stand back up,” Alec said, and when she turned to face him, she knelt down, making sure her heels did not touch her tender ass.

She lowered her head. “Sir, I’m sorry. I should have responded when you spoke to me.”

Alec took her hand, and helped her to her feet, and then raised her fingers to his lips, and kissed them. Megan was surprised. The gesture was like something out of an old movie, and she gave him a small smile.

He returned it with one of his own. “You apologize beautifully, Megan, thank you. Now, return the paddle and select something different for Mat to use.”

This time, the choice was between a strap and the crop. The strap looked huge and menacing, so after a second, she grabbed the crop, and went over to Mat.

He was seated in a chair, and when she stood before him and handed him the crop, he gestured for her to bend over his knees.

Megan knew she was blushing again, but she also knew she had no choice. She went over his lap, and he adjusted her until he was satisfied with her position.

He rubbed her cheeks gently and let the crop trail across them. “What a pretty, round ass you have, Megan. I can’t wait to decorate it.”

Without wasting a second, he flicked the crop back and whipped her.

“Oww!” she cried out, and her body instinctively squirmed, trying to get away from the pain.

The crop hit again, and he brought one leg over both of hers, clamping his free hand around her waist so she was trapped, unable to move at all.

He gave her a moment or two to recover each time before he brought the crop down hard on her again, and it wasn’t long before her bottom was covered in pink welts.

When a couple of strikes came down on the tender part of her thighs, she yelped, in pain, but there was no way she was going to safeword out of this. She wanted Jacob to be proud of her, and she’s take it for him, no matter what.

When the whipping was over, Mat helped her to stand, and sent her back to the side table with a grin. It took a lot of self-control to keep her face blank, and not turn and scowl at the jerk, but she managed.

When she reached Jacob, he told her to turn around and then inspected her bottom.

“Poor baby, such a sore, red behind, and now I’m going to spank it, too. Bend over, sub.”

Her eyes implored him to reconsider, but he gave her the same over-the-knee gesture that Mat had done and, after just a second’s hesitation, she did as she was told.

Expecting his hard hand to come down on her straight away, she was surprised when he rubbed her painful cheeks, in a soft, tender way.

“When this is over, I want you to go to the kitchen and get a long, blue tube of cream out of the drawer next to the stove. Bring it back, and we’ll see if we can relieve some of the soreness.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was muffled, her face close to the floor, and he chuckled.

“Such a good girl, Megan, I’m so proud of you.”

She knew she should be mad at him. This whole thing had been his idea, she was certain of that, and she’d been humiliated and embarrassed when the other Doms had disciplined her. But now, the only emotion that filled her body was desire. She was used to
his
hands on her;
his
fingers caressing her skin, and now she was over his knee, anticipation replaced her embarrassment of earlier.

Apparently, her ass wasn’t high enough, and he adjusted her body until it was pointed up in the air and her feet were right off the ground.

He began to spank her, lightly at first, moving from cheek to cheek, and keeping to the outside of her cheeks where there was less soreness. He moved downwards, onto her thighs, spanking harder, and when he stopped, and ran a finger through her crack, she caught her breath.

“Yes, little sub, there’s no place I won’t go, you should know that by now.”

His fingers in that most intimate area caused her to wriggle, and a sharp slap, right on the most tender area of her bottom, made her freeze immediately.

He spoke softly. “These next few swats should cover the times when you’ve sassed me, Megan.”

His hand came down harder, and she hitched a breath, the sting burning all over the already abused area. Amazingly, even though each time made her grit her teeth, the sheer pain mingled with the desire she felt deep in her core stroked the beginnings of an orgasm within her.

“Ohhh…” The sound came out on a sigh and her hands bunched into fists.

Jacob could see that she was going to come in the very near future, and the reaction she had shown to her discipline had made his cock rock hard.

He pushed her legs apart and let his fingers slide between her labia, and then up into her hot, wet cunt, thrusting in and out of her until her whole lower body writhed on his legs.

She pushed her pelvis against his hand, and when he took it away, she whined in frustration.

He stood her upright, and then picked her up by the waist and deposited her on the dining table. Mat had Rachel over his lap, and was spanking her, and Alec was using the crop on Laura, who was bent over the table.

But to Megan, at that moment, they were just shadows, and all she could see was her Dom.

“Lay back with your hands over your head,” he commanded.

She did so, feeling the coolness of the wood against her back.

He bent her legs, and placed her feet on the edge of the table, and she gasped. This wasn’t like the club at all—it was so intimate, with just the two other couples, and she was so embarrassed, lying there in the open.

“Please, Sir, not here, plea…”

She yelped when his hand slapped her thigh.

“You do not have permission to speak, sub.” And with that, he picked her feet up and spread her legs wide open, holding them high in the air. “When I move my hands, you will keep your legs up and open, do you understand?”

Her whole body was trembling. “Yes, Sir.”

Jacob lowered his head, and flicked his tongue over her swollen, pink nub. Then he let it run through her folds.

When he moved upwards, and gently bit the insides of her thighs, she shuddered each time, all the time aware of the ecstasy building higher and higher.

He let his fingers return to her pussy and thrust in and out of her until she was right on the edge, panting with the need to come.

Lowering his head, he sucked hard on her clit, and she screamed, her orgasm exploding inside her, sending pulses of pleasure zinging through her body, from top to bottom.

His hands held up her flailing legs, and he flicked over her clit with his tongue more, and she came again.

When he raised his head, he saw how gorgeous she was when she came, with flushed cheeks, and hair tumbling about her. He slowly lowered her legs until they hung off the table. Then he leaned over her and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips.

Megan’s stomach muscles had worked hard, her legs lay dangling, limp and tired.

Jacob helped her to sit up, and then crossed the room to get a bottle of water. When he returned, he sat and motioned for her to kneel. He gave her the bottle and she drank, thirstily, then he scooted her around until she knelt with her back to him.

His hand stroked her hair, and she leaned back so his legs touched the side of her arms.

Alec and Laura were in a similar position, and Alec was running his fingers slowly through her long, dark hair as she rested.

Megan was comfortable at Jacob’s feet. Somehow, it was right, to be there, with him above her, protecting her. She had never had a sense of being cherished before, but she knew that if there was a word to describe it, that was the one.

She kept her eyes down, not wanting to stare across the table where Mat was thrusting his fingers into his sub while spanking her very dark, red ass.

Megan could only imagine how bad it had to be for Rachel, with the butt plug still inside her.

But apparently, it wasn’t too awful. Suddenly, Rachel cried out, and came violently, her head thrashing from side to side while Mat finger-fucked her.

When she had calmed, he helped her to stand up, kissed her thoroughly, and then the two of them joined the others. Mat settled her on his lap with a bottle of water, and she snuggled there, with her head under his chin.

Jacob pulled gently on his sub’s hair. “Did you forget something, Megan?”

She frowned, and then jumped to her feet. “Oh, the cream; I’m sorry, Sir, I’ll get it now.”

She hurried through the hallway, to the kitchen, and found the tube where he said it would be. When she walked back in the room, she stopped short, in surprise. Both Rachel and Laura were bent over the table, side by side.

Megan went slowly up to Jacob and handed him the tube.

“Go and bend over the table with the others,” he ordered.