Treasured Submission (8 page)

"Even when he spanks you, Samantha?" Abigail asked, cutting to the chase.

Samantha blushed and nodded shyly. "Yes, especially when he spanks me. I always know why I'm getting a spanking and always know I am forgiven and very much loved afterwards." The sincerity in her words and tone proved the obvious love Samantha felt for her husband. She looked down at the book and continued.

"We attended a pre-marriage class held at the church we go to. Dean is a professor at the college and has been teaching these classes for several years. We have read his books many times and I know that Ian and he talk quite a bit, well, especially in the beginning. We're good friends with several couples from our church and feel comfortable and accepted. You know I stopped hanging out with Kristen and her friends, right?"

Abigail nodded and acknowledged how relieved she had been when Kristen had stopped appearing in Sam's life. She had struggled to accept Sam's choice of a friend when she had joined the sorority at college. After attending one of the parties when Nick had been out of town, Abby's inner voice had been buzzing. Seeing Kristen drink until she was highly intoxicated had been bad enough. Watching her accept some suspicious-looking pills from someone had been enough to send Abby home despite not being able to convince Sam to come with her, praying that her friend would come to see the light.

Samantha smiled and confessed, "You were right about that group. When Ian had to come pick me up from one of Kristen's parties because I was too drunk to drive, he forbade me from seeing her again. I was stupid enough to protest and told him I was a big girl and could go out whenever I wanted with whomever I wanted. He let me rant and rave until I basically passed out, telling me we would discuss it in the morning. He took care of me when I got sick in the night and was so gentle. But when I was recovered, he took control. When he spanked me the next day, the truth of his words finally penetrated my alcohol-soaked brain. I was shocked at first, and then really got mad. I was an adult and thought I could run my life by myself just fine. God, that first spanking seemed to go on forever. Ian was determined to show me the error of my stupid choices. Every time he let me up, I continued to argue and try to make my point. Believe me, that was stupid because all it accomplished was him dragging me down again and starting my spanking all over. By the time I was put into the corner, my butt was burning. I wasn't mad anymore. I felt like I had gotten what I deserved and my heart hurt because I had disappointed him so badly. It was amazing, Abs. For the first time in my life, I truly felt that I had found a man who totally loved and protected me, even though he promised he'd spank me every day if he felt I needed a reminder on how his girl would be expected to behave."

Abigail smiled, trying to imagine her willful friend submitting to being spanked as an adult. Hearing her confession reminded her of what Dean had spoken about the evening before. It also reminded her of his advice to not let the spankee off a lap until the spanker knew the lesson had been learned.

Samantha grinned and said, "I know you remember I got my butt whipped when I was a bratty kid, but, oh man, my folks didn't spank anywhere near as hard or intensely as Ian does!" The women smiled at each other, and Samantha giggled. "Anyway, that day I admitted that I had made some bad choices with my friends and the way I was treating myself. I stopped hanging out with Kristen and that group, focused on my studies at school and started attending church with Ian. I felt free and discovered I liked myself so much better and was far happier than I had ever been drinking and partying."

Abigail reached over and patted Sam's arm. "I am so happy for you. I guess I hadn't really thought about it, but have to admit that you did seem far happier when you started dating Ian."

Sam smiled. "Oh, God, I was. He is the most wonderful man in the world." Abby smiled and nodded, her agreement obvious. Sam took a sip of wine before continuing. "That was the first spanking I received, and I swore it would be the last." With a soft giggle, she said, "Of course, it wasn't and I'm sure I'll have many more even after tonight's." She looked up, her mouth shaped like an "O" as she realized what she had just admitted.

Abigail smiled and asked, "I guess that's what your 'date at ten o'clock' means?" Sam blushed but nodded. Abigail nodded as well. "Well, as long as you are confessing everything, what did Ian mean by saying '4 B's and an E instead of the usual?' You seemed to get upset, and that wasn't covered in last night's review." She saw Sam blush and added, "You don't have to tell me. As you said, we are both adults now and you can just tell me that it's none of my business."

Samantha smiled and patted the book. "How much have you read, Abby?"

Abigail grinned and said, "Well, not too much but I did flip through and look at most of the photos."

Samantha giggled. "Yeah, they are pretty intense aren't they?" The women both laughed and nodded. "Okay, I'm determined to be open and honest and will answer any questions you have. I'm not positive this book covers what choices a dominant head-of-household might determine is needed to prepare his wife before any punishment actually begins. If not, well, Dean has several additional books that I'm pretty positive can be found in Ian's collection." She paused and grinned. "We've read every word more than once." Seeing her friend's question still reflected in her eyes, Sam took a deep breath and returned to the subject. "The 'B's' refer to how I am to prepare myself for my spanking. I am to empty my bladder, brush my teeth and bare my bottom. Those are the three instructions I usually follow. I'm to be standing in the corner of our bedroom, naked and thinking about my behavior while I wait for my husband to take me in hand."

Abigail thought back to the book review, and remembered Dean talking about how to have your wife stand in a corner prior to any discipline. Remembering Elaine's distress, she thought it must be harder to bare your bottom and await a spanking than to have your husband do it for you. "That must take a lot of strength, Sam."

Sam nodded and answered, "It does. I prefer it when Ian just puts me over his lap, lifts my skirt and then pulls my panties down. Having to stand in my corner, holding my gown or dress up with my underwear at my knees—if I am wearing any at all—and just wait… well, it's tough. I only have to do that when my behavior warrants a stricter punishment. If I'm sent to the corner to change my attitude before earning myself a spanking, I'm allowed to keep all my clothing on." She paused and squirmed a bit, taking a deep breath before continuing. "The fourth 'B' is even more difficult. It means that I'm to have an, um, well, okay, we're big girls here. It means that I am to have an anal plug… or butt plug… ready for Ian to place inside my bottom before I get my spanking. It makes the spanking harder to take and hurts a whole lot more."

Abigail could see how difficult this confession was by the look in Samantha's eyes as Sam peeked up at her. "Well, I guess I can understand that." Abigail said quietly, never having had anything inserted into her bottom before. She saw Sam squirm on the couch and said, "And the 'E'? What does that require?"

Samantha looked down at the book cradled in her hands. "Enema. The 'E' means that I'm to give myself an enema so that my, well, so that I'm clean up... up there."

Abigail felt her face flush. What Sam was describing entailed a whole lot more than she had been able to imagine. She felt her friend's embarrassment and hurried to reassure her. "Oh, honey. I know how hard this is for you but thank you for being honest with me. Do you, um, well, have enemas often?"

Samantha shook her head and then whispered, "No. I'm only required to give myself one when I've been really naughty and Ian is going to punish me anally. This is so embarrassing. I'm so sorry you have to hear this."

"Nonsense, Sam! The day we can't talk openly with each other is the day I'll be embarrassed. It will mean that we no longer truly love and care for each other, not only as best friends but as women as well. Now, what happened before dinner? I mean, what happened when Ian took you to your bedroom? Is that what he meant by his '
reminder
'?"

Sam's face flushed again but she said, "Um, yes, he gave me a quick reminder of what he expects from a wife." She looked up to see confusion on Abby's face.

"I didn't hear him spank you," Abigail said. "I don't think you'd be able to hide a spanking, not if he spanks you anywhere near as hard as the demonstrations I saw last night. Those women were both sobbing rather loudly, believe me."

Sam's eyes locked onto Abby's, "Oh God, I'd totally forgotten about live demonstrations! Abs, I'm so sorry! I can't believe it never occurred to me to tell you about what might happen. Even I was shocked when we took the class and I knew what to expect. Were you okay? I mean, Jesus, I'm sorry."

Abby broke into laughter at Sam's alarmed face. "Samantha, it's fine. I admit I was shocked at first, but I am a grown woman and though I might have forgotten what it feels like to be spanked, I did grow up getting spanked even more often than you did. I just never imagined I'd witness other grown women getting their bare asses spanked in public."

Samantha laughed as well. "Thanks. I really did forget that part. Ian and I just wanted to give you a chance to get a clearer understanding of our lifestyle. You are right; he didn't take me into our room to spank me before dinner. He, um, well, when he needs to or thinks I need a 'reminder', he lifts my skirt and pulls down my panties so that he can um, put his finger up my bottom."

Abigail gasped. "He puts his finger up your bottom?"

Sam nodded and continued, "Yes, he believes it gets my attention rather quickly and helps focus my mind on his authority. I guarantee you, he is right. It is always embarrassing and always puts me in a submissive state. Sometimes he just puts his finger well up me and holds it still, and other times, I need a more forceful reminder or I'm still trying to control the situation. When that happens he either pumps his finger in and out really hard and fast, or he'll put a plug in and make me wear it until he decides I've come around to accepting his authority."

Abigail nodded, trying to appear mature and not shocked at the visual her friend's words were creating. Never in her life would she have envisioned what Sam was admitting. While her mind was spinning, she realized that Samantha wasn't acting ashamed, just informative.

Sam didn't seem to notice Abby's barely concealed shock. "You might not remember it, but Ian did spank me at your house before."

Abby's head lifted, her eyes opening even wider.

"Remember the time we came over and Nick was supposed to be grilling? Instead, he was making you do everything while he just sat there chugging beer. Well, you went into the kitchen and I just let Nick have a piece of my mind. Ian told me to calm down, that it wasn't proper for me to question his reasons for letting you do all the work." Sam paused, as if allowing the memory of the day to flood through her. "I didn't calm down. In fact, I accused Ian of just encouraging Nick to run you ragged and said maybe that's what he was going to do to me after we got married."

"Oh, Sam," Abby whispered.

Sam shook her head and continued. "Needless to say, Ian wasn't the least bit pleased. He, he took me out to the garage, bent me over the workbench out there and gave me a whipping. It was the first time he used his belt, and I was terrified you would come see why I was yelling. Anyway, afterwards, he made me apologize to Nick and then we made our excuses and left. I felt just awful because you looked so sad when you came out with the cake but, but I didn't know how to tell you and I was scared you wouldn't understand."

Abby had wondered at the time about their disappearance. She clearly remembered the afternoon. She had been embarrassed when Nick basically ignored their guests, and when Ian and Sam left before dessert, Sam appearing to be in tears, Abby had known that the attempt to share her new married life with her friends was a mistake.

"Thanks for telling me," Abby said softly. "I always wondered what really happened. Nick just told me that Ian was an a—well, that he wanted to go. I… I never had the courage to ask you. I guess I didn't want to hear that Ian thought Nick was the true asshole. I never dreamed Ian was spanking you in my own garage."

The two women remained silent for a few minutes, each collecting their thoughts. Sam smiled. "I've been spanked in lots of places, Abs, and I am fine. I love my husband, my life, my church and my friends. But, well, I've missed being able to talk to you. I have just felt wrong in keeping this part of my life from you, but didn't know how to broach the subject. Ian knew it was bothering me and suggested we purchase an entry into one of Dean's discussions and I agreed wholeheartedly. I–I promised to explain everything but, well, I just chickened out. I know Ian is very disappointed in the fact that I hurt the trust he had in me. I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear. I'm just so happy and feel so treasured. I…I just want you to find someone to love you the way he loves me. You deserve to be happy. Nick found somebody new, and God, if he can find someone to put up with him, you deserve to find a wonderful man to make your life complete. You're such an amazing woman."

Abigail felt tears fill her eyes as she looked up to see tears rolling down Sam's cheeks. "Oh, Sam," she said, putting her wine glass down and drawing her into her arms. "Thank you, but I am happy. I have you and Ian and now know just how happy you really are. I don't envy Nick, well, not too much, if we are being honest. If I'm meant to find someone, I do believe God will lead us to each other. Until then, I'm not going to go out looking or try to settle with someone. I tried that, and promised myself that I'd never do it again. Just know that I'm fine. I've got a career I love and a friend I absolutely cherish, whose husband I respect even more now than I did before."