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  An American Submissive in Britain Copyright © 2014 Laney Rogers Edited by Tiffany Mason and Jason Huffman

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  About the Author

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  An American Submissive

  in Britain

  By Laney Rogers

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  http://www.resplendencepublishing.com

  An American Submissive in Britain

  Copyright © 2014 Laney Rogers

  Edited by Tiffany Mason and Jason Huffman

  Cover Art by Les Byerley

  Published by Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  2665 N Atlantic Avenue, #349

  Daytona Beach, FL 32118

  Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-741-4

  Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  Electronic Release: February 2014

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

  Chapter One

  Her body quivered with anxiety and excitement as she waited, naked, in the dimly lit room, watching the tall, muscular figure walk toward her. His boots sounded heavy on the wooden floor, then became silent as he reached the rug that she stood upon.

  The muffled beat of heavy rock music could be heard in the distance, but her heart seemed to be pounding much louder. She knew that her Dom was going to punish her—aware that whatever was in store for her was fully justified.

  He loomed over her, a frown of displeasure clearly visible even in the subdued light. “I take it you are not in any doubt as to why we are up here and not downstairs with the others?” His voice was deep and even, but his eyes were cold, his lips a thin line of displeasure.

  “No, Sir. I’m not in any doubt.”

  Her gaze dropped to the floor, but his finger caught under her chin and forced her to look back up at him.

  “Raising your voice to a Dom, and pushing him away so he cannot touch you, is not acceptable. You have a safe word and you knew to use it if you had any concerns.”

  “I…I’m very sorry, Sir. I guess I just lost my nerve for a second. I am so sorry that I was disrespectful.”

  “You will receive five swats from me. Then you will go back downstairs, give him a full apology, and accept whatever punishment he deems suitable.”

  He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. “Come here and bend over,” he commanded.

  She walked to him and, after a second’s hesitation, bent over his lap as he’d ordered, her hands hanging down and her ass pointing upward. It was obviously not high enough, and his big hands pulled her hips over farther until her bottom tipped high in the air.

  She gasped when he administered the first hard spank. The second was harder still, coming down in exactly the same place as the first. The third, although on her other cheek, made her cry out, and her eyes began to water as the sting became a throbbing pain.

  “I’m sorry, really. I promise I won’t ever do that again.”

  But he had no intention of stopping. Two more spanks were given, and when his hand came down to rest lightly on her back, she couldn’t suppress the tears that began to fall, from both the burning sensation on her ass and the shame she felt at displeasing her Dom.

  He helped her to her feet and kept her close to him, closing his arms around her and rubbing her tender ass cheeks.

  “Thank you for your apology. You have my forgiveness. Now you must go downstairs and ask forgiveness there as well.”

  He let her walk away, and she returned to the rug, reaching for her clothes, lying discarded there.

  “No, sweetheart. You will remain naked.”

  Her head jerked up, and she opened her mouth, then quickly shut it again when she caught his expression.

  “Good catch. Now hurry up, the Dom is waiting.”

  Descending the stairs, she felt more intimidated with every step.

  Go into a room completely naked in front of everyone? Oh my God, why hadn’t she just stood there and let him touch her breasts. She had known and accepted what was expected of her. He had actually been very complimentary of them. But no, she had had to go and screw up spectacularly.

  Okay, she should get this over with as quickly as possible.

  Entering the sitting room, she made her way through the guests to the window where the Dom in question was standing, talking to another man, both their subs kneeling at their feet. Her breasts swayed with every step she took, and several people turned to watch her progress across the room. She could feel a hot blush rising up her neck and cheeks, and the closer she got to him, the more her dread grew. Everyone else was clothed, even the subs, although most of them had on outfits that left nothing to the imagination. Still, it had to be better than her present predicament.

  When she reached the Dominant she had been so rude to, she sank to her knees and waited for him to acknowledge her. Finally, he turned and glanced down.

  Swallowing hard, she carefully raised her eyes to meet his. “Permission to speak, Sir?”

  He gave a curt nod.

  “Please forgive me for pushing your hand away and raising my voice to you, Sir.”

  He glanced behind her, and she suddenly realized that her Dom was right there, just a couple of feet from her.

  “Please feel free to punish my sub in any way you see fit,” he added.

  “It would be my pleasure,” the other Dom replied and held his hand out toward her, a gesture she immediately recognized. She placed her wrist in his hands, and he snapped on a cuff immediately. When she held out the other, he secured the remaining cuff and signaled for her to follow him.

  The other Doms in the room followed, their subs walking respectfully behind them, through a doorway and into a large, elegant room. Her heart sank as she took in several spanking benches and a St. Andrew’s cross.

  Silently, he held her arm and led her to a dark, leather spanking bench in the middle of the room. “You will accept four swats with a paddle in front of the other guests, and then you will ask again for my forgiveness. Bend over the bench, sub.”

  She hesitated.

  “Do you wish me to make it ten?” His voice took on a quiet, deadly tone.

  She moved forward at once. Kneeling on the pads below, she bent over the soft, cool leather, knowing that her ass was now high in the air and her pussy was on full display to everyone in the room.

  He secured her legs to the pads with leather straps and let her hang her cuffed hands over the side of the bench.

  “You will count, sub.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied in a small voice.

  There was absolute silence, and she strained her head around, trying to see what he was doing now. Dread washed over her as he picked out a paddle from a selection hanging on the
wall near the doorway.

  He returned, and she braced herself for her punishment to begin.

  “This is what an unruly sub should expect to receive,” he said to the assembled crowd. “Many of the subs here tonight are fairly new to the scene, and each one of you should take note of what happens to a submissive that disobeys their Dom or acts in an insubordinate way.”

  The paddle came down with a hard, thwacking sound.

  “One,” she gasped, her bottom already sore from the spanking she had only just received.

  The paddle connected with her ass two more times, and she managed to count, although the tears were starting to well up again. He swatted her a last time, and she yelped out the number four, knowing that whatever happened in the future, she would never upset her Dom, or any other Dom for that matter, again.

  The Dom put the paddle down and released her legs from the straps. After he helped her to her feet, she kneeled before him, not daring to wipe the tears that threatened to fall, unchecked, down her cheeks. She bent her head and, in a choked voice, asked for his forgiveness once more.

  “You are forgiven,” he replied, his voice not unkind.

  When she stood, he looked again to her Dom, apparently asking for his unspoken permission. When he received a nod, he raised his hand and stroked her breasts, brushing her nipples with his thumbs. They puckered immediately, and he smiled.

  “Very nice,” he complimented and then carefully wiped the tears from her eyes. “You may return to your Dom now.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, wanting everything to go back to the way it had been less than twenty minutes before…

  * * * *

  Gina awoke with a start as the plane lurched and shook, causing her glass of water to spill onto her pull-down table. Oh great, just what I need. As she cleaned the spilled water, Gina sent up a silent prayer that the turbulence was only temporary and not on the agenda for the next six hours.

  What a way to wake from a dream. Especially that one—the only dream she’d ever had that kept coming back again and again. It was so real. The only thing that changed was the location.

  Sometimes, she was on the terrace of a big country house, being spanked in the cool evening air in front of everybody. Other times, she was in a hotel, at some type of private party. It was uncanny, the way it reoccurred so often. But it was not difficult to work out why she would be dreaming that kind of thing.

  The need to be dominated, and the frustration at her lack of success at finding someone she could be compatible with, had to be the only feasible explanation.

  The plane steadied, and the people around her visibly relaxed—except for the elderly lady sitting between her and the window. Noting the white hands gripping the armrest and her pale, anxious expression, Gina took a sip of water and turned slightly toward the woman.

  “Wow, that was quite a jolt, but I think we’re okay now.” Gina smiled warmly, and the woman’s grip lessened.

  “Oh, I don’t like this at all.” she said, her voice shaking.

  “Is this your first time flying?” Gina asked.

  “No—yes. Yes, dear, and I think it’s definitely my last. It’s my return trip, and after this, I think my family is just going to have to visit me instead from now on.”

  The plane suddenly shuddered and dipped just slightly, but it was enough for the lady to cry out. Gina instinctively took the woman’s hand in her own and held it firmly. The plane settled down again, and the two of them sat for a moment in silence, both of them holding their breath, waiting to see if it was going to happen again. When it didn’t, they both released the air from their lungs at the exact same time, and Gina laughed.

  “Thank you for holding my hand. I’m sorry to be such a nuisance,” the woman said.

  “You’re welcome, and please don’t think it was a bother. I felt the same way when I first started flying. I’m Gina by the way,” she added, and the locked hands shook up and down, one keeping a firm grip on the other, just in case.

  “Mary. Pleased to meet you. I just wish it had been on solid ground.”

  Gina decided the best way to calm Mary down would be to divert her train of thought, which was undoubtedly that they were about to crash into the Atlantic from thirty thousand feet.

  “Are you on your way back home to Britain after visiting the States?” Gina asked. It seemed likely, noting Mary’s English accent.

  “Yes, love. I’ve just been to St Louis to visit my very first grandson. My daughter lives there with her husband; he’s in the U.S. Air Force.”

  “Congratulations on being made a grandmother,” Gina replied. “How did you like America?”

  Mary laughed. “Oh I loved everything about it, but I’m not a first time grandma. I have seven granddaughters back in England.”

  Gina’s eyes widened.

  “My daughter Sam, the one I’ve just been to visit, had her first baby two weeks ago. Brandon James. Nine pounds and six ounces, imagine that! You know, you have blue eyes and long dark chocolate hair, just like Sam. Anyway, I finally have a smashing little grandson, and he’s cute as a button and good as gold.”

  Mary looked so proud and seemed to have completely forgotten about the turbulence and her worries about an imminent plane crash.

  “What about you, dear? Is this your first trip to the UK?”

  “Yes. It’s actually my first trip out of the States. It all came as a bit of a surprise—I mean going to Britain and the reasons why and everything…” Gina’s voice trailed off, and she sighed, gazing past Mary and out of the aircraft window. To say it was a surprise really was a definite understatement.

  “It seems to me that you’re a young woman with a lot on her mind.”

  Gina turned back to face Mary, noting her obvious concern.

  “I’m a very good listener,” Mary continued, “and seeing as you’ve been such an angel, helping me to keep my mind off this bloody plane plunging into the sea, if you want to talk about it, feel free to fire away.”

  Gina saw the sincerity in this elderly lady’s eyes and suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to spill her guts about the letter in her carry-on and the circumstances that ended with her getting on this plane. The likelihood of the two of them meeting again was very slim, and the woman had been so sweet, telling her all about her family and grandchildren. It would be good to get another female perspective.

  “Well, the thing is…” Gina laughed self-consciously.

  “Go on, love,” Mary encouraged.

  Gina took a deep breath. “I got a letter a few weeks ago. It was from this lawyer, I mean solicitor. That’s the correct term, right?”

  “That’s right.” Mary smiled.

  “Well, it seems that my biological father died three months ago. I knew about him, but I’d never met him or anything. He and my mom didn’t stay together. He was English, and she had met him while she was on an exchange program in college, back in the eighties. Things didn’t work out, and she moved back to the States. He knew about me and paid my mother regularly, but that’s as far as it went.

  “My mom married Greg, my stepdad, and he’s been dad to me ever since I can remember.” Gina paused. It was strange telling a relative stranger about her private life, but Mary seemed such a sweet lady, and now she’d started, she found she didn’t want to stop. “Long story short—this letter arrives, and my natural father has left me a house, in a village near a town called Newmarket in the south east of England. I mean, out of the blue, no warning at all. How weird is that?”

  Not giving Mary a chance to comment, Gina went on with her story. “I mean, I’d never wanted to get to know him. He’d all but abandoned my mom, apart from the regular money he sent. Greg has been my dad in every way for as long as I can remember. But now, I find out that not only do I have a house in England, I also have a half-sister and half-brother, just a few years younger than me…” Gina stopped talking, a blush forming on her cheeks. She absently pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Gosh, I’m so sorry, ra
mbling on like that. You must think I never shut up.”

  Mary patted Gina’s hand in a motherly fashion. “I think you needed to get that all out, dear. It must have been such a big shock for you. What do your mom and Greg think about all this?”

  “They’ve been great. They always are. I know they’ll support me whatever I want to do. I’m so lucky, you know? But after that letter, for the first time, I want to find out about this side of my family. I’m going to stay for two weeks, decide what I want to do about the house, and then I’ll probably just go back home. I guess you could call it closure, as far as my dad is concerned, anyway. I’ve no idea about my new siblings. I’ll have to play that one by ear.”

  Gina didn’t think the sweet older woman next to her was ready to hear the other reason why she had decided that she would take the bull by the horns and find out about her relatives in Britain.

  Just before the letter had arrived, her now ex-boyfriend had decided that he couldn’t deal with Gina’s needs, as he had referred to them, and had moved out. He left her high and dry with rent to find for their apartment and all the bills on top of that.

  Gina could have dealt with the breakup better if John hadn’t made her feel like such a freak. At first, her submissiveness had fascinated him, and he’d told her how sexy she was, re-assuring her all the while that he wanted to be her Dominant and that the lifestyle had intrigued him. However, after only four weeks, he had managed to make her feel like an unpaid maid-service, catering to his every need while she was left completely uncared for. Most of the time, she had felt useless and ignored, and any attention he had paid to her sexually was aggressive and unpleasant.

  Gina had wanted so much to make it work, but he just hadn’t understood what a real Dom/sub relationship entailed and had shown no inclination to educate himself.

  When her friend Maggie had caught sight of the bruises on Gina’s back, courtesy of John using a paddle without any thought to her safety, she had flipped, threatening to call the police, but Gina had pleaded with her best friend not to involve them. Too many questions would have been asked, and Gina wasn’t ready for anyone else, especially her mom or Greg, to know about her choice of lifestyle.