Free An American Submissive in Britain by Laney Rogers

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    “Count for me again,” he stated, and Gina braced herself for the remainder of her punishment.
    The harsh swats came down on her already sore bottom, and Gina counted them out, managing to cope better this time but still grimacing at the hardness of his wallops, knowing her cheeks must be a burning red color by now.
    When the last spank had been administered, Guy helped her off his knees and into a kneeling position in front of him. Then he pulled her close. “What do you have to say to me, Gina?” he asked in a gentle voice.
    She knew what was expected of her. “I’m so sorry I didn’t come and get you and that Becky had the tray knocked out of her hands. I’m sorry about the damage, and I promise I’ll come to you straight away if there’s a problem in the future.”
    She hung her head, genuinely unhappy about letting him down at the very start of her training.
    He lifted her face to his and kissed her thoroughly on her lips. “You are forgiven, sweetheart. Thank you for your apology.”
    It was surprising to Gina how much better she felt. Just hearing Guy’s acceptance of her apology, and telling her that everything was all right now, felt like closure. In any other situation, she knew she would have felt a lot of guilt and worried about what would happen because she had screwed up so spectacularly. But it was over—as quickly as that. She was a quick learner, and she’d been completely genuine in her remorse and need for forgiveness.
    Guy watched her processing all her thoughts and smiled. “I want you to stand up and spread your legs for me, sub,” he stated in a quiet but firm tone of voice.
    Gina stood before her Dom and spread her legs shoulder-width apart, as far as her jeans would allow. Her body trembled, but not with fear, just anticipation of what was about to happen now.
    “Raise your hands,” he instructed.
    When she had done so, he lifted her sweater and pulled it slowly over her head. After letting it drop to the floor, he unclipped her bra in one fluid movement. Her breasts sprang free, and not bothering to remove the bra, he trailed the fingers of one hand over her warm nipples. Gina gasped at the sensation, the buds instantly bunching, sending small pulses of pleasure zinging straight to her pussy.
    Guy lowered his head and ran his tongue over one taut nipple, then the other. His hot mouth closed over each in turn, pulling and sucking until she groaned with desire, feeling the urgent wetness between her legs, wanting nothing more than to feel his mouth on her body.
    “Put your arms down, sweetheart, and strip completely for me.”
    Gina stepped out of her jeans and panties, then took off her bra, leaving them in a pile on the floor. It took some self-control not to cover her nakedness with her hands, but she was surprised to feel arousal as well as exposure. Guy sat there fully clothed, and she stood before him, utterly naked and at his mercy.
    He stood up and took out a pair of cuff restraints from his back pocket. “Give me your wrists,” he ordered.
    She did as he asked, and he slid the black Velcro over her hands, securing them snugly on each wrist and clipping them together. Then he grasped her arm and led her to a closet door on the other side of the room. Taking her hands, he lifted them to the hook, high up on the door, and slipped the restraints over it.
    Gina’s heart skipped a beat and her breathing rapidly increased as she realized there was no way she could lift her hands any higher to release them from the large hook.
    His voice was soft, and she trembled at the warmth of his body, so close to hers.
    “Gina, do you know what a safe word is?”
    “Yes, Sir,” she replied.
    “I want you to pick one now. It can be any word you like and can remember easily. If anything becomes too much, you will use it immediately. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.” She thought for a moment and then glanced up at the silver ring, on her right hand, that her mother had