Treasured Submission (3 page)

At the sound of chairs scraping again, Abby lifted her head to see the couple she had observed earlier walking to the front of the room. She watched as Dean placed one of the chairs in a clear space and then stepped back. Abby was puzzled for a moment as the man seated himself and then drew the woman to stand at his right side. Something about the way the woman stood, head bowed, hands clasped in front of her, captured Abby's complete attention.
Oh my God,
she thought, her heart threatening to jump out of her chest. The pose mimicked an illustration in the book and her puzzlement vanished. Evidently Dean had not been kidding about the demonstrations. When Dean began to speak, Abby's eyes flew to where he stood, slightly to the side and slightly behind the couple.

"While I am grateful that our society has finally come to understand that relationships encompass a wide variety of parties, for tonight's discussion, I hope you don't mind if we focus on the more traditional one of a husband and wife. You can, of course, use anything you learn here in any consensual relationship you practice." He paused. "Open and honest communication is vital in this lifestyle. As a head-of-household, you'll need to pay attention to both verbal words and non-verbal signs. When your wife understands that you are truly listening not only to her words, but reading her expressions and her body language, she will learn to trust you to discipline her. You will soon see that using all these forms of communication to guide her through her fears will allow your relationship to move to a deeper level. There is no benefit to a spanking or any punishment, unless both the transgression—as well as the consequences for that transgression—are discussed and agreed upon. It is most important that your wife understands why you have decided to discipline her," Dean said clearly as he looked around the room. Seeing several people nod in agreement, he also noticed that Abigail's eyes remained focused on the couple.

"As some of you are just beginning your journey into domestic discipline, you need to take the time to study each aspect. Your wife is placing her trust in you—make sure you are worthy of that trust. I ask that you pay close attention to the demonstrations tonight." Dean paused and looked around the room, glad to see that every eye was focused on the couple, the men now sitting forward in their chairs in silent communication that they understood the importance of what was being said.

"It is very important that your wife is properly positioned for her discipline. She needs to feel safe and secure and in no danger of falling, especially if the discipline is harsh enough to cause her to feel out of control."

Abigail choked back a gasp.
Safe, secure, out of control? The woman is quite obviously going to be getting a spanking—how secure could she possibly feel?
Her thoughts were interrupted as Dean continued.

"Roger and Elaine have agreed to demonstrate an over-the-knee spanking. It is quite possibly the most commonly used position. Roger will keep Elaine held securely on his lap during her spanking, with one arm at her waist. If your wife tends to kick and squirm a bit, you can also have her bend across one knee, placing your free leg over hers so that she can't kick up to try to cover her bottom or kick you while you are administering the discipline. The over-the-knee position is extremely beneficial when a hand spanking or paddling is being given. If you have decided that your wife's behavior has earned her a harsher implement, such as a strap, your belt or especially a cane, you will need to use a different position. Not only will the choice of those implements require more area for you to effectively wield them against her posterior, your wife will need further support. This can be done by having her bend over the arm of a sturdy chair or the couch. If in the bedroom, you might have her bend over the bed or lie on the surface. Requiring her to lie over a stack of pillows is also beneficial because it will raise her bottom. On the other side of the spectrum, if you are simply applying a few reminder swats while she is standing, holding her around her waist with her head and torso tucked under your arm is usually sufficient."

When he finished speaking, Abby's mind was filled with almost photo-quality visions of a woman in each of the positions he had described. Shocked, Abby realized the woman wasn't a stranger—Abby saw her every morning in her bathroom mirror. Hearing him speak of harsher implements, the jumping beans in her stomach transformed into whirling dervishes and her bottom clenched tightly. She was grateful when another voice began to speak, forcing her attention away from those imagined scenarios that she didn't want to examine too closely. She listened as Roger began the demonstration.

"Elaine, tell everyone why I agreed to demonstrate a spanking tonight," Roger instructed, his hand reaching out to take both of his wife's.

Elaine's embarrassment was obvious from her flushed face, as well as the hesitant, quiet way in which she answered, too softly for the audience to hear.

"You need to speak louder, sweetheart," Roger gently chastised her.

"I'm sorry," Elaine said in a slightly louder voice. "I was disrespectful and rude to you, Sir."

Abigail nearly fell out of her chair at Elaine's so-called confession, as well as the way she addressed her husband. Absolutely unable to tear her eyes away from them, she watched as Roger nodded.

"Good girl," Roger said. "Yes, even though we've had several discussions about respect, you chose to be a naughty girl—"

"I didn't mean…" Elaine interrupted, her feet beginning to shuffle, indicating her growing unease.

"Interrupting is also disrespectful, young lady," Roger said, and Abby jumped in her seat as his hand rose and quickly reached around to slap against the back of Elaine's skirt. The woman gave a sharp yelp at the contact. "As I was saying," Roger started anew, "you chose to be naughty and I now choose to give you a public lesson in obedience, since you seem to be having a difficult time remembering our rules. I'm going to give you a spanking to help teach you that you are never to speak to me in that tone again. After I blister your butt, it is my sincere hope that you'll think twice the next time you disagree with something I've asked you to do. You may disagree with me and we will discuss it—however, if you scream and curse instead of putting forth your arguments like a mature adult, you'll be right back over my knees for another spanking. Do you understand why you are getting spanked tonight?"

The entire room was silent as they waited for her answer. When it came, it was so soft it was almost inaudible. "Y–yes, Sir. I'm sorry, please, please don't spank me. I promise I–I won't ever be disrespectful again," Elaine whispered, the first tear glistening as it slowly tracked down her cheek. Her husband's reaction was to remove his hand from her bottom to gently trace her tear.

"You know better than that, honey, and we both know how quickly you make such promises, don't we? You can always count on my taking care of you each and every time you choose to misbehave. I expect you to submit to your spanking and think about why you are over my lap as you learn this lesson. Are you ready for your spanking?" Roger asked.

"Y–yes, Sir," Elaine replied, and Abby watched as Elaine was guided down across her husband's left knee, his right leg moving to trap both of hers. Elaine's hands gripped the legs of the chair, her hair cascading down to the floor that was mere inches beneath her head.

With his wife in position, Roger reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt up to expose Elaine's panty-clad bottom. He slowly tucked the fabric into the waistband of her skirt to ensure it would stay in place. Abigail saw several women looking with obvious sympathy at Elaine. From the looks on their faces, and their quick furtive glances at their own husbands, Abby could easily imagine the women picturing themselves taking Elaine's place. Stealing a glance at Dean, her heart stuttered as his eyes captured hers. Seeing what appeared to be a question in the depths of his eyes, she had to look away. Unable to provide him with an answer, she returned her attention to the couple as Dean began to speak.

"Roger is making sure that Elaine's clothing does not interfere in her spanking. It is your choice as to whether or not you allow your wife to remain dressed, or require her to remove her clothing before you take her over your lap. Either way is fine and, in fact, you will find both options discussed in my book. It is also up to you to decide whether to allow your wife to keep her panties on, if she is wearing any, or to require that she submit to taking her spanking on her bare bum."

Abby gulped hard, attempting to remain unaffected as the reality of what she was witnessing consumed her. She had immediately been able to picture herself in Elaine's place. However, instead of remembering how it felt to be placed across one of her parent's knees, positioned for one of the many spankings she had been given throughout her youth, she was picturing being across a man's knees, a man she realized looked remarkably like Dean. His words about bare bottoms had her cheeks clenching beneath their denim covering.

"There is no one proper way to handle baring your wife for her discipline. You may choose to bare her yourself at any time, or not at all. Some men choose to begin their wife's spanking with strokes given over her panties, and then lower them to continue the lesson once her backside has been warmed. You may find that your wife will learn even more from the lesson if you instruct her to lower her own underwear. I find it works very well to have your wife lower her panties as she is standing and making her confession prior to any spanking. Knowing that you can see all her intimate charms as well as her bare bottom while you are discussing her misbehavior, serves as a very good way to concentrate her entire focus on why she is standing partially naked in front of her fully clothed husband. She will also feel more submissive if made to lower them further or remove them altogether when it is time to go over your lap, bend over the bed, or wherever you choose to position her for the discipline," Dean explained, and then looked back at Roger, who was paying avid attention to Dean's suggestions as he continued.

"Despite what you may choose to do in the privacy of your own home, or in an environment where you feel it is safe and acceptable to bare your wife's bottom, you may wish to handle things differently when in a more unforgiving public setting. I know of husbands who dictate that their wives wear a thong when going out in public so that if the need to discipline becomes necessary, simply lifting her skirt exposes her bare cheeks while maintaining her modesty, especially if she tends to be a kicker or squirms a lot."

His words caused a rift of laughter throughout the room that Abby noticed was not only masculine. Lighter giggles of the women were heard as they considered the meaning behind Dean's slightly risqué statement. Abby imagined that most every woman in the room, regardless of her age, could identify with what Dean was saying. Thinking about panties, up or down, was causing her own to dampen further. Flushing hotly, she tried to remember what underwear she was wearing, imagining being told to stand up, lower her jeans and allow total strangers to see them. Squirming a bit on her chair, she once again cursed her vivid imagination and returned her attention to the front. Evidently Dean was finished speaking, as he had moved a bit further away, granting the couple a semblance of privacy. With Roger's next words, Abby understood that everyone in the bookstore considered this a 'free from judgment' zone even though in reality, they were in a public arena. The need for the NDA was about to become glaringly apparent.

"Elaine, I want you to stand up and lower your panties," Roger said, and everyone heard his wife gasp loudly. Though her head began to shake, she didn't resist when her husband guided her off his knee to stand before him.

"Please," she said quietly, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I, I don't want to, Sir. Please, can't you—"

"Honey, you are in a safe place. Lower your panties to bare your bottom," Roger said firmly, keeping his hands on his wife's waist, holding her gently. When she hesitated, he continued. "Obey me, Elaine. I believe it's time you understand that your repeated disobedience and disrespect is only serving to earn you a harsher lesson." When she gave a soft cry, his tone gentled. "You can do this, honey. Being required to bare your bottom to me will help put you in the proper submissive mindset for your spanking. Now, push your underwear down and then you may climb back over my knee."

Abby held her breath as she watched Elaine look around the room, her face crimson, before returning her gaze to Roger. He reached up with one hand and cupped her cheek, giving her a slight nod. Everyone watched as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her pretty lace panties, slowly pushing them down an inch or two before she stopped.

"Sweetheart, all the way down until your entire bottom is bared. You may keep them just beneath your cheeks," Roger instructed quietly, but with a tone that every woman in the room knew meant business. With a soft sob, Elaine tugged her panties further down until they were positioned at the very base of her buttocks.

Taking a much needed gulp of air, Abby watched as the woman practically flung herself back across her husband's knee, as if desperate to place herself in the proper position.

"That's my good girl," Roger said. "I know that was difficult for you, sweetie, but I'm proud of you for obeying." He paused as if to give his wife time to register his praise, once again placing his free leg across hers and drawing her body closer to his own with one arm. When another moment had passed, he began to speak again. "I'm going to spank you until your rear is nice and hot and very, very red. You may cry but you are not to plead for mercy as we both know that you have earned this. Are you ready for your spanking, honey?"