Designed for Submission (Devine Designs) (6 page)

Elizabeth nodded and bent to kiss him.  ''Thank you, Sir.  You have taught me so much, and I am truly grateful.  I promise, I am trying.''

Ethan hugged her briefly and then picked up her panties from the floor.  Elizabeth put her hands on his shoulders as he held the panties for her to step in.  She glanced up and froze; someone was just there in the shadows.  She couldn't tell who it was, but she felt her body shiver.

''Honey?'' Ethan asked, realizing she had yet to lift her other foot.  She looked down.  By the time Ethan had drawn her panties up and given her hot bottom a gentle pat, whoever had been watching was gone.

Ethan walked with her around the club, showing her various venues.  She smiled, seeing another Sub getting her own bottom paddled.  It was obvious to all that she adored having an audience as her Don punished her.  As Ethan paid more attention to the physical activities playing out, Elizabeth was making note of furnishings, textures and lighting.  The designer in her would simply not allow her to miss the opportunity.  When Ethan pointed out a scene involving friends of theirs—Judith lying naked on a spanking bench as she was given a rather intense strapping by her husband, Thomas, Elizabeth was more intrigued with the actual design of the bench.  It had several rungs at both ends—a series in front, at various heights, to allow the supplicant a choice of which rung was most comfortable to cling to as her bottom was blistered—and an additional set at the other end, where she could either brace her feet for support or where her ankles could be tied securely, without stress.  It was a truly caring design, in that, despite the pain that the Sub lying on its surface would feel, her body was otherwise assured total support and comfort, without stress points.

By the time they returned to the bar, Jason and Nancy were there.  Elizabeth noticed that Nancy was standing and knew she had most likely gotten her own butt spanked.  The women grinned at each other in the secret way that only best friends communicate.  The four ordered fresh drinks and chatted for a while.  Ethan told them that he had seen a great deal of their friends at Tastsinn over the last few weeks.

''If I'd known this club existed, I would have scheduled our ceremony here.  Wouldn't you like that, Ja … Sir?'' Nancy said, wistfully.  Jason pulled her closer between his legs and bent to kiss her.

''Honey, we could have it in the middle of McDonald's, for all I care,'' Jason said. ''I won't have eyes for anything but you when you commit yourself to me.''

Nancy smiled and then shook her head.  ''Sir, while that is all nice and romantic, I fear we'd be arrested when you stake your claim as my Master,'' Nancy said, and then giggled.  ''Of course, it could give a whole new meaning to enjoying a Happy Meal.''

Elizabeth blushed and Ethan laughed as Jason turned his fiancé around and smacked her ass.  ''Owwww!'' Nancy shrieked. ''That hurts!''

Jason chuckled and kissed her.  ''That's to remind you to behave, young lady,'' he said, and she pouted.

''Then what was that horrid paddling earlier for?'' she asked, rubbing her hands across the seat of her dress.

Jason laughed loudly.  ''Heck, that little spanking was just for fun,'' he said, and the four laughed.

Ethan wanted to ask Elizabeth if he could call her but refrained.  He had asked many times before, until she told him she preferred to keep her outside life separate from her club play.  Though he didn't understand, especially since her best friends obviously lived the lifestyle outside of the club, he respected her enough not to push.  He just hoped that one day she would change her mind.  He kissed her and the three friends left, their night of celebration considered a great success.

Jason dropped the women off, kissing them both before making sure they were safely in the apartment.  Once more, he found himself wondering what he had been thinking, in insisting he and Nancy not live together until they were wed.  She had even gotten her bottom blistered one night, after teasing him by dancing around their newly completed bedroom, taunting him until she knew he wanted to throw her onto the bed and stake his claim.  He had told her he would not take her in the room until he took her as his bride.  Nancy learned exactly how serious he was, when he spanked her until she was pleading for mercy and then carried her into the living room, where he had no hesitation in claiming her on the floor before the fireplace.  Jason shook his head at the memory and then smiled.  They were to be married next Saturday, just a few days away.  After that, he never planned to let her out of his sight.

Inside the apartment, the women took turns in the bathroom, showering and getting dressed for bed.  Nancy had mugs of hot chocolate topped with mounds of marshmallows ready by the time Elizabeth emerged from her room, her long hair wrapped in a towel and dressed in her favorite pajamas.  Both started to giggle as they very slowly and very carefully sank down onto the couch.

''Wanna bet whose ass is redder?'' Nancy asked, with a soft moan.  Elizabeth shook her head.  While Nancy enjoyed the occasional spanking, she considered them as more of a punishment.  That worked very well for Jason, as he intended to continue to be a strict but loving husband and Dom.  Elizabeth had never truly been spanked for punishment in payment for some naughtiness or disobedience.  She was wired to crave and enjoy hard spankings and paddlings to enhance her sexual arousal.  She felt certain that Nancy would be a little shocked at the condition of her best friend's ass.

''I'm sure you'd win,'' Elizabeth said, and then hid her smile in the pile of marshmallows floating on top of the cocoa.

''Hmmm,'' Nancy said, as if she doubted it.  ''Okay, enough of red butts—tell me, what did you see at the restaurant?  What's up with the limo?''

Elizabeth felt a shiver course through her.  She took another sip and then told Nancy all that she had seen.

Nancy was smiling, her friend's story seemingly unbelievable.  ''Do you think she knew people could see her?'' she asked.  ''Did he know you were there? Did he do it on purpose?''

Elizabeth thought for a moment.  ''I can't see how she couldn't know,'' she said.  ''She wasn't even in the car all the way.  I guess she hoped that the door and the driver would shield her, but, believe me, from where I was standing, there was very little left to the imagination.'' She paused for moment, thinking about Nancy's second question.  ''I don't think he knew I was there.  I don't think he was performing for anyone or even cared,'' she said, quietly.  ''His entire attention was focused on her.  God, I still can't believe it.''

Nancy laughed, her own panties growing moist at the story she had heard and the visual she could just imagine.  ''That's probably one of the hottest stories I've ever heard,'' Nancy admitted.  ''I wonder what it would feel like to be exposed like that in public.''

Elizabeth snorted into her mug.  ''You can't tell me that you have to wonder, Nancy,'' she said.  ''You've been on display at the club many times.''

Nancy giggled and shrugged.  ''Guilty as charged, my fellow Subbie.  However, as much as I enjoy it when Jason shows me off, it is not the same as being out in public where vanilla people could see me,'' she said, and enjoyed her friend's look as color appeared on her cheeks.  ''Besides, girlfriend, I've seen a great deal of
your
charms, as well, but I know you'd just die if you thought anyone other than our friends ever saw you not all buttoned up and properly covered.''

Elizabeth colored even more before she reached out and slapped her friend on her arm.  ''Exhibitionist,'' she said with a smile.

Nancy stuck her tongue out.  ''Prude!'' she said, and then giggled.  ''What color were her panties? I bet they were black,'' Nancy said, arching her eyebrow, knowing Elizabeth would blush again.  She was correct; Elizabeth felt her face heat.  Nancy chuckled, ''Or maybe red like your face.''

Elizabeth shook her head, an exaggerated look of disapproval on her face.  ''You are incorrigible, girlfriend.  I told you, I couldn't see any panties.  What bugs me is that he called me by name inside the restaurant.  He looks so familiar, but I swear I've never met him before.''

''Hey, since he called you Miss Adams, maybe you met him at some club.  You know Doms always address the Subs as 'Miss whatever' until a relationship has been established.  I bet that's it,'' Nancy said, sure she had found the only plausible explanation.

Elizabeth was about to agree but suddenly gave her suggestion serious thought.  After a moment she shook her head.  ''No, I don't think so,'' she said, and then smiled.  ''Believe me, if I'd seen him at a club, I would definitely make sure I introduced myself.''

Nancy nodded but then chanced to look over at her friend again.  ''Then how did he know your name?'' she asked.

Elizabeth simply shook her head.  ''I have no idea.  Besides, we both seem to be forgetting that he was with his girlfriend.  He is obviously seriously involved,'' she answered, feeling a sense of something fluttering in the pit of her stomach.  Knowing she needed to change the subject before she started talking about how the man was having some sort of mystical effect on her, she forced herself to smile broadly.  ''Okay, enough with the kink; next weekend is all about you.  I know we've got to meet about the Dietrich project, but God, aren't you excited? You are getting married and committed!''

Nancy immediately stopped thinking about Liz's mystery man.  Thoughts of becoming Jason's wife as well as his collared Submissive swept through her.

The women sat up for another hour talking about the upcoming nuptials, while Elizabeth removed the towel from her hair and began combing it out.  They had been planning the ceremonies for months now, and it felt unreal that they would soon be completed in a few more days.

''I feel bad that you are going to have to carry most of the weight on the project,'' Nancy said.  Elizabeth waved away her concern.

''Nonsense, we have everything planned, down to the last pillow.  We will have next week to work out any kinks, and then, my friend, you are going to get married and go on a nice romantic, very sexy honeymoon,'' Elizabeth said, meaning every word. 

Nancy smiled, her face dreamy. 

As Elizabeth stood to go to bed, she added, ''Just make sure your spanked ass is back a week later!''

Nancy stood and the women hugged each other.  It seemed like only yesterday that they had met and yet they had come so far together.

''I promise, partner,'' Nancy said, as she carried their mugs to the kitchen.  ''If I'm not back on time, you can blame Jason.''

Elizabeth laughed, and they walked down the hall together.  As Nancy turned into her room, Elizabeth reached out and swatted her.  Nancy yelped and turned around, her mouth open.  ''If you aren't back, I'll just bring your wonderfully loving husband a nice thick paddle and count out one stroke for every single moment you are late! Love you, good night,'' she laughed, as she went into her own room and closed the door.

Nancy yelled, "I hope you have horrible nightmares!"

Both women were laughing as they climbed into their beds.  Elizabeth turned over onto her back, a small moan floating from her lips.  Her breathing indicated she was sleeping, but her rapid eye movement showed she was in a deep dream state.

''Bend over and bare your bottom, Elizabeth,'' she heard her Master say.  She shivered, knowing she had displeased him when they were dining earlier.

''Please, Sir, not … not here.  Someone might see me,'' she pleaded, her face burning.  His eyes flashed, and she knew he was disappointed that she was trying to squirm out of the well-deserved punishment that was coming.

''Would you rather we return to our table and I punish you there?'' he asked.  Her heart skipped a beat, knowing he would not hesitate to do so.

''No … no, Sir,'' she said, softly.

''You know I do not care to repeat myself,'' he said.  ''If I have to tell you again, I guarantee you will provide the entertainment to an entire room full of people.''

She imagined the driver giving her a knowing look, as he pretended to be only holding the car door.  She dared to turn her head, and her fear was realized.  The driver was not only looking, his mouth was turned up in a knowing smile.  She knew her Master wanted her to know she had no choice but to obey, even with another watching.  Elizabeth moaned as she bent over and slowly reached to pull up her skirt to bare her bottom.  She shivered as she felt the chill of the evening air flowing across her bottom, feeling guilty when she realized she was becoming aroused.  She dared not move, even when she felt her Master's hand caress her exposed bottom, his thick fingers sliding between her legs to feel the wetness of her sex.

When he removed his fingers, he chuckled softly.  ''You are such a naughty girl,'' he said.  ''You dare to complain about baring your ass when your pussy is sopping wet with the thought of being on display to whomever might wish to look.'' She bowed her head lower.  He was right.  She was a naughty girl and deserved to be punished.  Before Elizabeth had even completed her thought she felt his hand smack hard against her ass.  She moaned but did not dare to move so much as a single an inch.  Two additional smacks were applied, and she felt her bottom begin to burn.  He once more slid his fingers between her legs.  ''So wet you are practically dripping in the street.'' She felt him lower her skirt and help her to rise.  As she stood, she imagined the eyes of a hundred people upon her, smiling, knowing she was the naughty girl who had to be punished.

''That was just a sample of what you shall receive,'' her Master said.

''Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,'' she said.  As he guided her into the car and the driver climbed behind the wheel, Elizabeth saw him looking in the rearview mirror.  In her bed, Elizabeth squirmed, her recently paddled bottom adding to her dream.

''You belong on your knees,'' her Master said, and watched as she slid gracefully off the leather seat to kneel between his legs.  He opened them slowly, as if deciding whether she were worthy to serve.  ''Suck me,'' he said, gruffly, as he unzipped his pants and released his cock, already hard and demanding attention.  Elizabeth moaned in her desire to serve—to prove to him that she was sorry for her disobedience.  She opened her mouth and obediently took her Master inside, her lips stretching to accept the cock that she had been ordered to service.