An American Submissive in Britain (20 page)

He handed her a steaming cup of coffee and a plate with toast and jam.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, her stomach growling.

Guy grinned and pointed to a bar stool, up at the kitchen counter. “You eat while I go and pack, and then we can be on our way.”

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Gina could see her breath in the frosty, early morning air. It was just after six am when Guy opened the car door for her and she slipped inside.

“Won’t Andy mind me knocking on the door this early, Sir?” she asked.

Guy produced a key from his pocket. “You can use this. Just make sure you keep it safe. It’s the only spare Andy has.”

He took in her puzzled expression. “You’re wondering why I have a spare key? Sometimes, I look after the place if Andy’s away. You know, open up or lock up at the end of the evening. We’ve been friends for a long time. He’s one of the few people I really trust, and vice versa.”

Gina took the key from his hand and put it safely in her bag.

The drive didn’t take long at all, especially at such an early hour. Guy parked right outside the big wooden doors and switched off the engine. He reached over and pulled her toward him.

“Be good while I’m gone, okay? I’ll call you tonight from my dad’s place. It’s where I usually stay when I’m in London.”

Gina nodded. “I’ll miss you, Sir.” The words came out as a whisper, and when he heard them, Guy held her face in his hands and kissed her very thoroughly.

His tongue pushed its way into her soft mouth, and she responded wonderfully, opening up to him, returning his kiss with such enthusiasm. It was all he could do not to pull her out of the car, bend her over the hood, and take her right there in the early morning daylight.

When they finally separated, he got out of the car and came round to her side. She was already getting out, and together, they walked to the doors of the inn.

Guy reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. “This is for you to use while you’re here. My number’s in there. If you need me for anything, you are to call, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered. She thought to tell him that she already had a cell, but it was like he read her mind.

“Be sure to turn your cell off. International roaming is very expensive.”

There was nothing more to say. He knew he had to get going, but every part of him wanted nothing more than to stay right here with her.
Jesus Christ, get a grip,
he thought.

He grinned, kissed her one more time, spanked her ass, and then got back into his car.

Not more than twenty seconds later, his cell phone rang. He answered immediately. “Gina, is something wrong?”

He heard her giggle. “No, I just thought I’d see how long it would take you to answer.”

“You know, I have time to turn around and come back just so I can bend you over my lap and pound on that lush, round ass of yours.”

There was silence on the other end, and Guy’s cock went rock hard knowing that Gina was imagining just the same picture as he was.

“Get inside, out of the cold, sub. That’s an order.”

“Okay, Sir, I’m on my way now. I’ll see you soon,” she replied softly.

“I’m picking you up from David’s place, at nine o’clock,” he reminded her.

“Yep, I know. Now are you going to let me get off this phone or what?” she said in mock exasperation.

“Oh, little submissive, you are so going to get it when I see you on Wednesday.”

She heard the click of him hanging up and grinned as she let herself quietly into the inn.

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By twelve thirty, Gina had got right back into the swing of waitressing and was enjoying herself immensely. The inn seemed to be busy at lunchtime, most of the patrons being local and pretty much all of whom were very intrigued by the new American waitress.

Andy endured several lighthearted jibes about making his guests work for their bed and board, and as Gina took people’s orders and cleared tables, she began to understand the closeness and type of community spirit the village had.

By the end of her shift, she had received two propositions from elderly farmers and an invitation to the cinema, which seemed to be what the English called the movies, from a young man who worked with Ivy at the village store. However, it was not a store, it was a shop, Ivy had been keen to instruct her.

Ivy had also asked Gina about a hundred questions about herself, her family, and the part of the States she came from, until Becky had finally come to her rescue, saying she needed Gina in the kitchen.

Gina thanked her friend when they got through the swing doors. “God, does that woman ever stop talking?” She sighed as she picked up two plates of dessert to take out to the dining room.

“Not so as you’d notice,” Becky answered. “You’re the most exciting thing that’s happened around here since our local vicar took up with a woman half his age and left the village to go and live in Ibiza.”

Gina paused, the dessert plates still in her hands. “You’re kidding, right?”

Andy appeared through the doors. “Nope, she’s not. It was the scandal of the century. Did wonders for my trade, though. His church congregation tripled after the rumors started, and they all came in here after the service to gossip about it. Now you two get your backsides out there before I have to crack the whip.”

He grinned at both of them. “And I don’t mean metaphorically.”

After the inn closed at the end of lunch, Gina and Becky went shopping for material for a dress that Becky wanted to make and wear on Friday. When they returned, the two of them went to Gina’s room and laid the white material on her bed.

It was completely sheer, and so soft. Both women had known it was perfect as soon as they saw it.

“God, you are going to look stunning.” Gina picked it up and held it against Becky’s body. “It’s so sexy, but demure at the same time. How long do you think it will take you to make the dress?”

It turned out that Becky was quite the expert when it came to dressmaking, having wanted a career in fashion a few years back. That had changed when she met Andy, although she was thinking of going back to college to get a degree in that field, maybe in the next year or so.

“I should be done by Thursday, but I might need you to model it for me, so I can make any alterations.”

“No problem,” Gina replied, gazing wistfully at the see-through material and imagining herself at her own collaring ceremony.

Their thoughts were interrupted by Andy knocking at the door, and Gina quickly removed all traces of Becky’s dress-to-be before Becky let her Dom in.

Andy looked suspiciously from one to the other. “What are you two up to?” he asked with a frown.

“Nothing,” both women chorused and then glanced at each other, grinning.

“Hmm, I doubt that. Anyway, I came to inform you that Isaac just called, and he’s agreed to let us use The Manor on Friday, for the ceremony. He’ll need to know about caterers by the end of the day, though.”

“Oh my God, what are we going to do about food?” Becky cried.

“It’s all in hand, don’t worry,” Gina replied. “Andy gave me a list of possibilities this morning, and I’ve called them all already. I ended up choosing the Indian restaurant. They were so good about it being short notice. All you have to do is call them, and let them know how many, and what you’d like, and they will do the rest. It all sounds delicious. I didn’t realize how popular Indian food is over here.”

“Thanks, pet,” Andy said to her. “I’ll take care of the invitations. They’re all regulars at the club anyway, so that won’t be a problem.”

“Great. So that’s guests, venue, food and dress taken care of.” Gina counted the list off on her fingers. “Just the vows and any decorations you might want, and we’ve got it covered.”

“Well, I know what I’m going to say,” Andy stated. “It goes something like this: ‘You belong to me. You’ll be at my mercy for the rest of your life, and I’m going to beat you regularly for my entertainment.’ Sound okay?”

He grinned wickedly at his submissive, gave an animalistic growl, and swiped her up off the ground, throwing her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

“Time for the first of those beatings,” he said as Becky pounded on his back, laughing. “See you downstairs at about five for the evening shift,” he yelled back at Gina.

Gina was left watching the two of them, Andy striding away to their bedroom with his little, blond sub over his shoulder.

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By ten o’clock that evening, most of the customers had left, and Becky and Gina were given permission to go upstairs to work on the dress and Becky’s vows.

Andy closed the bar at eleven and locked up, not taking too long to clear the remaining glasses and finish up for the night.

As he walked down the hallway toward the sitting room at the back of the inn, he heard the women laughing. It didn’t sound like much work was going on in there, and he paused at the doors to listen.

The first thing he heard was his submissive doing what was probably the worst impression of a Scottish accent he’d ever been subjected to.

“Even if I can’t understand a bloody word you say, I’ll still give myself to you, body and soul.”

He heard the chink of glass and the sound of liquid being poured.

“Isn’t it Andy who’ll be speaking in a Scottish accent?”

Gina sounded confused, and after a couple of seconds, both women burst out laughing.

Andy quickly smothered his own laugh, and then putting on a serious face, he opened the door and went in. Gina and Becky froze on the spot. Unfortunately, Becky was pouring alcohol into Gina’s glass and almost let it spill to the floor when she took in his stern expression.

“Would one of you care to explain what is going on in here, because I was under the impression that the two of you would be working on the dress and vows for Friday while I ran the bar and closed up, alone. Obviously, there was a change of plan somewhere along the line.”

“We…um…we were just about to get the pattern and the material, Sir,” Becky said in a very unconvincing voice.

Gina decided the best option would be to say nothing and maybe Andy would let her just creep out of the room and go upstairs to her own.

“I’m glad to hear that you want to give yourself to me, body and soul,” Andy went on, and Becky flushed bright pink, realizing that he must have heard her terrible impression.

“Especially your body,” he added with a devilish smile, “because I intend to leave an impression on it in the next few minutes.”

Andy walked over to his sub, spied the bottle in her hand, and held out his hand. She gave it to him, and he looked at the label.

“Are we celebrating?” he asked sarcastically.

“No, Sir,” she whispered. “I thought you wouldn’t mind if we had a glass while we worked.”

“A glass from a 1932 bottle of my best brandy?” he said, raising his eyebrows.

Gina’s heart sank. Holy shit, they were in a heap of trouble.

Both women jumped as the cell phone in Gina’s pocket rang.

Gina glanced up at Andy, who held his other hand open in just the same way he had for Becky. She handed him the ringing phone. Andy put down the bottle and left the room with the cell.

Becky sat back down in the armchair and glanced over at Gina. They could hear Andy talking outside the room, but neither of them could make out what was being said.

Andy returned just a moment later, walked over to Gina and handed her the cell. She held it up to her ear nervously.

Hello,” she said apprehensively.

“Well, well, it looks like you’ve got yourself in trouble already, and I’ve not even been gone a day, sweetheart.”

“Um…” was all she could manage.

“I’ve given Andy my permission to discipline you along with his own sub. I think five swats should be enough.”

“But Sir…please,” Gina implored, humiliation bubbling up inside her at the thought of being spanked by another man.

“Would you rather I made it ten?”

She could tell by his voice that he was in full Dom mode, and the best thing she could do, however awful, would be to accept her punishment.

“No, Sir,” she said quietly.

“Very well. You will behave until I get back on Wednesday, sub. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered.

“Good girl. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Sir,” she answered, and the call clicked off.

Gina put the phone down and turned to face Andy.

“Both of you strip off the top half of your clothing,” he ordered.

Gina took off her black shirt, and after a second or two’s hesitation, removed her bra. She laid them on the nearest chair and turned back to Andy.

“Go and stand in a corner, facing the wall,” he said to both of them.

Her heart thudding inside her, Gina went to the far corner and stood there, anxiety rising up in her now that she was no longer able to see what Andy might do. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl, and shockingly, the feeling aroused her. The anxiety, mixed with that arousal, made her pussy ache with anticipation, and her body flinched with surprise when she felt large hands lifting her skirt.

“Stand still, sub, or I might decide to add to the amount of swats that your Dom has instructed for you to have.”

Gina tensed at his words and stood absolutely still while Andy tucked her skirt up into the waistband and removed her black tights making her lift each foot as he did so.

Finally, he pulled down her panties to her knees. “Put your hands behind your head, sub,” he demanded.

Mortified, Gina did as she was told, her breasts pushing forward when she did so, and her ass growing cold as it was exposed to Andy.

She stood in her corner, listening to Andy issuing the same orders to Becky, and then, to her surprise, she heard the door open and close behind her.

Becky whispered to her from across the room. “I’m really sorry, Gina. I didn’t realize about the brandy. I thought he’d be okay about us having a drink.”

“It’s all right. It was my decision to take the drink. Where’s he gone, anyway?”

“To pick out a favorite toy to pound us with, I suppose,” Becky answered dismally.