Free An American Submissive in Britain by Laney Rogers Page B

attention.
    “Now, I want you to go downstairs and ask Andy and Becky for their forgiveness as well.”
    Gina nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
    She went to pull her clothes back on, but Guy’s hand came down on hers firmly. “No, sub, your jeans and panties will stay off, but you may put your sweater back on, without the bra. Then you will carry on with my instructions.”
    Gina looked up at him, horrified. “But, Andy will see…and Laura—” She broke off and stared at the floor in dismay. When would she learn to keep her big mouth shut? “I’m sorry, Sir.” It was all she could think of to say.
    Guy studied her for a few seconds before adding, “You don’t need to be concerned about Laura. You may use the back stairs that lead straight to the private quarters.”
    “Thank you, Sir.” Gina stood, picked up her panties and jeans, and put them on the end of the bed. Then she picked up her bra, placed it with the other clothes, and slipped the sweater back on.
    Guy opened the door, and she went out into the hallway, glancing nervously at the other rooms in the corridor. Thankfully, her sweater was long enough to cover at least half of her bottom, but still, what would people think if they opened their doors and saw a half-naked woman with a burning red ass walking past?
    “November is a quiet time of year, Gina. Andy has assured me that the other two rooms that were occupied are now vacant. The back stairs are at the end of the hallway on the right. They lead straight to Andy’s quarters. Let’s go, sub.”
    Guy gestured for her to go first, and as they made their way to the back stairs, she could feel his eyes on her—no doubt admiring his handiwork on her poor bottom.
    The stairs led down to a hallway with rooms on either side. After checking a couple of the rooms, Gina spied Andy, standing with his back to the door, in what looked like the dining room.
    She let out a gasp and came to an abrupt halt in the doorway as she caught sight of Becky, completely naked, ass bright red, bent over the table.
    “Oh, I’m sorry,” she muttered and started to back out of the room, but Guy, who was right behind, moved to the side of her and, taking her arm, led her straight into the room and brought her to a stop right in front of Andy.
    Both men stared down at Gina from their considerable height as silence filled the room.
    She took a deep breath, and trying to keep her eyes on Andy only, not on Becky still bent over, she started with her apology.
    “I’m very sorry, Sir, about the argument…”
    “When you apologize to a Dominant, it should be on your knees, sub.” Guy’s voice was not angry, just informative.
    Gina immediately sank to her knees, then started again. “Please, will you forgive me for what happened? I am so sorry about the shouting and the people that had to leave. I feel awful about the breakages, and I want to pay for all the damage. Would you please accept my apology, Sir?”
    Gina lowered her head and acknowledged the fact that she did really feel bad about what had happened. Andy had been so welcoming, and she had repaid him by letting all of this happen. If only she had just walked away.
    She felt a finger under her chin, and her face was raised to meet Andy’s. “I accept your apology, and you are completely forgiven, little one. Now, Becky will show you where we keep all the cleaning stuff, and the two of you will go and clear up the mess. Be sure to be back in here in no more than fifteen minutes.”
    “Yes, Sir, thank you,” she replied and turned toward Guy.
    He beckoned for her to come to him, and she stood, more aware of her semi-nakedness than ever as she felt the now familiar hotness in her cheeks. She must have blushed more times in the last twenty-four hours than in the last five years!
    When she reached him, he was smiling. “Go ahead, sweetheart,” he instructed.
    After Andy had taken Becky’s hand, stood her up, swatted her ass one more time, and kissed her gently on the mouth,