Treasured Submission (23 page)

After the belt stopped its rise and fall against her throbbing ass, she stopped shrieking, but her sobs continued as she tried to deal with her first whipping. Her face was buried in the sofa, her hips dancing as she tried to cool the fire he had ignited in her bottom. Dean looped his belt back around his waist and buckled it.

"Go to your corner," he had said quietly, and Abby had flown across the room and had thrown herself into the corner that had been designated her punishment corner. She pressed her nose into the wall and sobbed. "Ass pushed out," she had heard, and obeyed, ashamed that he could see the evidence of her punishment. One hand drifted back to cup a hot, swollen buttock, and she yelped as he swatted it away. "You know better than to try that, young lady." He had put his arm around her waist and spanked her again for rubbing her aching cheeks. She raised her head and wailed even louder than she had during the whipping as his hand burned across her skin. He stepped back, gently nudged her legs apart and, before she knew it, he had his finger deep inside her bottom. She sobbed in shame as he pumped his finger in and out of her.

"This finger inside your rosebud is to remind you to keep those hands off a bottom that I've punished. Why is that, Abigail?"

She pressed her nose harder into the wall, sobbing at the shame of his finger's location, but answered obediently. "Be–because you put the pain in my bo–bottom to teach me a lesson, Sir. I'm not sup–supposed to rub the lesson away." Dean had pumped his finger deep and fast into her a few more times and then popped it out.

"That's correct. Now, bend over and spread your legs even wider so I can not only see your bottom, but that puckered rosebud as well." Abigail had flushed all over but was soon bent over, her charms easily visible.

Dean had made her spend the entire thirty minutes in that position. When he had finally released her, she had moaned as she straightened, her muscles tense from bending, and her bottom still as hot as it had been when he had first ordered her to her punishment corner. However, there had not been any sense of shame when he gathered her into his arms and she took his comfort. He had made love to her gently and slowly, bringing her to climax in an embarrassingly short amount of time. When he had ordered her to her hands and knees, she had gone, sated but still eager for more.

She had been shocked when she felt him spread her buttocks apart, and then terrified as she waited for his cock to push into her virginal passage. However, instead of his rigid cock, she had felt his warm tongue as he licked and kissed her anus. She was soon moaning and shivering with desire, ashamed of feeling so aroused, as this was a taboo she had never imagined experiencing. Dean had licked and kissed her for a long time and then moved to lick and kiss the welts he had placed on her ass. By the time he pressed his cock into her sopping wet pussy, she had exploded immediately, and then climaxed for the third time as he drove into her, taking her completely. It had been remarkable, and hours later, as he had buckled her securely into the car, her butt twitching against the seat, she had felt not only well-punished, but well-loved.

*****

Abby smiled at the memory as she twirled the rose between her fingers. She wondered how it would feel, how much would it hurt to have his cock spread her tiny rose apart and stretch it much, much wider than his finger did when he reminded her to behave.

She had spoken with Sam about her new, submissive life and had smiled when Sam exclaimed that she and Ian couldn't be happier for them. She had spent hours asking Samantha questions and had finally gotten around to the topic of anal sex. Sam had confessed that Ian only used her anally as an intimate punishment when her behavior had been especially naughty. Abby felt a bit surprised, and admitted that she believed Dean was slowly preparing her for anal sex. Sam had been quiet for a few minutes before admitting that she couldn't objectively discuss the act, as Ian restricted the use of her backside for punishment only.

"I'm not saying that it can't be enjoyable," Sam had said softly. "I…I get very aroused and…and very wet, but I'm not allowed to cum when I'm being punished. I know some of my friends in our circle enjoy it. I just don't have the experience to compare the two. I can tell you that of any position Ian requires of me, presenting myself for anal sex makes me feel far more submissive than any other position."

Abby had been grateful for the freedom she and Sam shared in being able to speak of such things, acknowledging that despite the modern era, the subject was still considered taboo by many. Thanking her friend for her honesty, Abby did what she did best—she went to the internet and researched the subject. After visiting several sites, she had learned that women took it both ways, as a punishment that was extremely hard for them to endure, but she also discovered some women admitted loving it when a man took their back passage. She had even learned a great deal about butt plugs and other toys a man might use to either pleasure or punish his partner anally, her panties growing more damp with each click of the mouse.

Abby still felt torn, but intrigued. She had a difficult time visualizing herself submitting to anal sex, but knew that when Dean gave her the instruction and asked her to do so, she would, trusting him to take possession of her last virgin orifice.

Giggling at the thought of being almost thirty-five and still having any vestige of virginity left, she imagined him looking down at her bottom as his cock invaded her tiny anus, or what he called her rosebud. Just hearing him call it that made her tummy flip and her panties moisten. He never ever let her put herself down, and once when she had complained about being old and fat, he had given her a gentle spanking, all the while scolding her for abusing the woman he loved, the most beautiful, desirable woman in the world. That spanking hadn't hurt, and had left her feeling as beautiful and desired as he told her she was. Their lovemaking that evening had been slow and incredibly satisfying.

Smiling softly, she stood, taking the single rose with her, and returned to her office, this time bending down and giving Cicero a loving pat. He purred his forgiveness of her earlier scolding before she moved behind her desk. With another inhalation of the rose's delicate but intoxicating fragrance, she laid it down beside her computer. The moment her fingers touched the keyboard, she was drawn back into Anna's world.

By the time Anna was allowed to remove her arms from around the tree which she had been hugging while Richard whipped her with his belt, it was getting late. Despite the time restraint, Abby felt a strong need to add just one more tiny element to Anna's story. The young woman had been very shocked when her stern husband had pulled something from his pocket and opened the small pouch, letting an object fall into his palm.

"What's that?" Anna asked, her bottom aching as she gazed down at what appeared to be a button lying in her husband's open palm.

"It's your bottom button," Richard informed her, picking it up by the thread that had been woven several times through the button-hole.

"A button?" she asked, her puzzlement obvious on her face.

"Not 'a' button, Anna," Richard had said, his eyes locking onto hers. "Your 'bottom' button."

"What…what do you mean?" Anna had asked, but was instantly positive she didn't want to discover what her husband meant.

Richard hadn't spoken as he took a seat on a nearby stump and guided his wife over his knees. Lifting her calico skirts to bare her bottom once more, Anna had squealed when she felt his fingers prying her hot cheeks apart to expose her bottom-hole. Her squeals turned to a long wail as she felt him pushing something up inside a place she had never thought about, shame filling her like never before as she realized it was the button…no…it was her bottom button.

"Wives who continue to disobey their husbands need something to remind them, little girl," Richard had said, his finger following the large wooden button until he was positive it was seated securely, the white thread hanging outside her opening. He had stood her up and patted her bottom before lowering her skirts. "My father assures me that this rather common item, used for an uncommon purpose, does wonders in helping my mother remember to behave. Perhaps buttoning you will help you to remember to stay exactly where I tell you to."

Anna was too shocked to speak, feelings of absolute submission flooding through her. As he took her hand and they walked back to the wagon, her face was as red as her whipped buttocks. She knew without a doubt that the next time Richard told her to stay, nothing short of a tornado would get her to move.

Satisfied with the entry and with a smile on her face, Abby saved her work to her hard drive, as well as to a funky flash drive shaped like a green frog, before clicking off the computer. She knew that Richard would make sure that his wife knew how much she meant to him—well, after he decided to remove her 'bottom button' that was.

Back in her own time, Abby took the rose into her bedroom and laid it on her pillow. She hurried into her bathroom and blushed hotly as she took a box out of the cabinet. Reading the instructions carefully, Abby gave herself her first enema.

After showering and shaving, her skin was still flushed by the time she had finished rubbing lotion into her skin. A glance at her watch had her hurriedly brushing her teeth and drying her hair. She was just stepping into her heels when the doorbell rang. One last look in the mirror confirmed she was ready. Running to the door, she yanked it open and flew into Dean's arms. He grunted at the impact, but smiled as he lifted her off her feet to plant a kiss on her lips.

"Well, good to see you too, my dear," he said, as he set her back down and stepped inside.

She blushed, hoping that he didn't take her rather effusive welcome as a sign that she was eager for him to claim her virginity. "Hi, sweetheart. Thanks for the roses, they are so very beautiful."

Dean kissed her again and said, "Nothing compared to what I'm looking at right now. You look stunning." Abby smiled and twirled around, the red dress flaring out around her slim hips. As it settled around her body, he felt his cock twitch. The material was light and airy, and accentuated both her breasts and her round bottom. He grabbed her and kissed her deeply, his hands going to cup her ass, and she purred against his mouth. Releasing her mouth, he asked, "White?"

Her face turned scarlet but she nodded. "Show me," he ordered and stepped back.

Abby's hands trembled at his order. This man was always surprising her, making her feel things she hadn't ever felt before. She slowly lifted her dress, exposing the lacy thong he had requested she wear. Despite the position, she suddenly felt extremely sexy, and made a slow pivot until her rear was presented, the tiny scrap of cloth dividing the globes of her ass.

"Perfectly stunning," Dean said, stepping forward to cup her bare buttocks in his hands. "I can just imagine the perfection of what lies between these beautiful cheeks."

Abby gasped at his words, and flushed to the roots of her hair when she felt him squeeze and then gently pull her buttocks apart. She felt her knees go weak, and prayed she wouldn't collapse to the floor, writhing with lust as she begged him to take the thong off and just fuck her right then and there. Shocked into a loud cry, she felt his hand swat her ass.

Dean tucked her under his arm, continuing to swat her cheeks, first the right, then the left, repeating his strokes until her skin bloomed a delicate, soft pink. Abby's soft whimpers had his cock pressing hard against his zipper. Giving her a final swat directly across the center of her ass, he then rubbed each flushed globe.

He released her buttocks, giving them a soft pat before stepping back and turning her to face him. He loved the blush on her skin, the way her eyes shone and her lips trembled. She touched him in a way no other ever had. Though he had loved his first wife with his entire being, he felt even a deeper sense of love and desire for this tiny woman. He once more silently thanked God for blessing him with two wonderful women in his lifetime. He stroked her cheek with one finger. "Just needed to make sure you matched my gift – red, white and," he paused and gave her a smile that had her flooding her thong, "a soft, beautiful pink."

She swallowed hard, his words causing her heart to pound, and feel as if her ass were the most beautiful part of her anatomy. When he bent to kiss her, she moaned, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Pulling away, Dean grinned, "Hungry?"

She shook her head at the abrupt change in his demeanor, but giggled and nodded; she hadn't eaten all day, though she wouldn't dare admit that to him. Another rule of his was to take proper care of herself. He was aware that she had a tendency to immerse herself in her work and completely forget to eat, perfectly willing to live off endless cups of coffee. He must have seen some unconscious sign of guilt because he lifted her chin with his finger and grinned. "Hmmm, you look a trifle guilty, little one. Tell me, how are Anna and Richard?"

Abby blushed again, thinking of the scene she had just written as she answered, "Guilty as charged. I just, oh, Dean, I just love this book. I love Anna and Richard's world. Have you ever dreamed of being able to go back in time and see the world as it used to be? Can you imagine the incredible beauty that God created before we started to overbuild and plaster everything with concrete, ruin the pure air with all this smoke and smog? I…"

Dean broke into laughter, amused at the depth of her response. "Whoa, honey. While I love that you get so excited in your work, remember, that smoke and smog also helps us drive around much faster than a covered wagon. And, little one," he paused, and slapped her bottom lightly, "while I should give you a good spanking for failing to fuel this gorgeous body, I'll consider that little warm up as your lesson, but only this one time. We've got to get going if we are going to make our reservations."