Craig could not have been happier as he led her upstairs to one of the bedrooms.
A half-hour had passed before the couples gathered again in the living room. Instructions were given to drive carefully, to remember that pulling a trailer took more effort than just driving a car, to be sure to change out drivers regularly, and not to pick up anyone along the way.
Elizabeth shook her head as she looked up at Logan. “Is this some sort of test, or just a way to guarantee you’ll have an excuse to cut another switch?” When Logan gave her a quizzical look, she giggled. “It is a hard choice—do I obey and break your mother’s heart by leaving her here, or do I pick her up and chance another sore ass?”
“Smart ass,” Logan chuckled. “Let me clarify. Pick up Mom, but do not pick up anyone on the road.” Stepping closer, he added, “And don’t fret,liebchen,I’m sure I’ll have some perfectreason to try out all the new implements you purchase at Harry’s studio.”
His grin had Elizabeth’s buttocks clenching. She was positive her eyes showed her absolute contentment. Her time with her fiancé after the group spanking had been wonderful, even when he decided that a half-dozen of the switch just wasn’t going to do the trick. Another, much harder, half-dozen had been given once they were in the privacy of their new master bedroom. Afterwards, she had sunk to her knees to use her mouth to pleasure her love just as he had pleasured her with the spanking they both knew she enjoyed. She’d fought to hold back a grin as Logan’s tense jaw told of his effort to fight for self-control in order not to explode in her mouth as he’d pulled away, helped her to stand, and then turned her to bend over the bed. He had taken her hard and fast, filling her, and making her stifle her screams of pleasure into the bare mattress as her orgasm rolled through her.
“I’ll remember,” Liz assured him, as they all walked out to where the Suburban they had rented for the weekend trip was parked.
Logan kissed her for the last time and as the other couples did the same, he checked the trailer connections yet again.
“Logan, it’s fine. Nancy and I are used to hauling trailers.” The look he gave her had her add, “But thank you for checking, and I promise to drive carefully.”
Liz turned to her fellow club members. “Come on, ladies, let’s get going. There’s a great deal of treasure just waiting to be discovered.” Sliding behind the wheel, she turned to where Nancy was seated in the passenger seat. “Remind me to make sure Harry ships everything to the office or out to Haven. God only knows if Logan was joking or?—”
“Oh,schatzi, you should know I would never joke about something so important,” Logan said, having opened the backdoor for his sister and hearing every word of her request to keep her purchases away from her Dom. He chuckled when Elizabeth turned back, the color creeping up her cheeks. “Babe, with all that the good Lord provided, I promise there will never be a lack of implements to tend to you. Now, remember to be my good girl, or I promise to have an armload of switches cut and soaking if you don’t,” he promised, with a wave toward the huge trees that surrounded their house.
Elizabeth managed to nod, her stomach fluttering as her eyes scanned the area, her creative mind seeing branches trembling with the breeze, as if terribly eager to offer themselves in sacrifice to this incredible man.
Logan chuckled at her slight moan, and stood with a nod, moving back as Ariel and Barbara climbed into the backseat. The girls settled, sighing loudly as they saw their men standing next to each other, arms crossed against broad chests, each man looking stern until all the seatbelts had been secured and windows raised again.
“Hurry,” Ariel said, when the car didn’t move. “That might not have been much of a spanking, but on top of last night’s, my ass is killing me. I don’t know about you, but if Garrett moves toward this car, I’m jumping out and running!”
“I’d pay to see that,” Barbara teased, and pushed the button to roll down her window in preparation of yelling to Garrett. Ariel laughed and grabbed at her sister’s hand.
“You’d do that, even though I have managed to keep my mouth shut about the little ducky panties you are wearing?”
“Well,” Barbara seemed to give the comment some study, “I suppose you should be rewarded for your attempt at discretion.” The window returned to its closed position as Elizabeth started the car. Barbara squeezed her sister’s hand. “Aren’t they cute, though?”
Ariel smiled and nodded. “They’re adorable.” The sisters grinned as they settled back against the seat.
The car’s occupants began to relax, knowing that their bottoms were safe for a few days, even as their hearts began to ache a little once the men they adored were out of sight.
The trailer was almost completely full by the time the Suburban pulled to a stop in front of Harry’s studio. They had arrived at the B&B the afternoon before, taking only enough time to check in and throw their suitcases into their rooms before heading out to shop.
Twice a year, the entire area around Round Top, Texas, changed, from a sleepy rural town with more cattle than people, to a bustling area that drew huge crowds with offerings of antiques, garage-sale treasures, and hand-crafted items, ranging from furniture to jams and jellies, jewelry and clothing. The main road had booths set up for miles along both sides. It was an amazing conglomeration of booths, fresh produce stands, and vendors offering everything from corndogs to funnel cakes, hand-squeezed lemonade to sweet tea. In other words, it was absolute paradise for the five women.
“Helen, my angel, it is wonderful to see you again.” Harry strode across the floor of his studio, engulfing Helen in his arms. “You are looking just as beautiful as always.” The four younger women watched in amazement, as Harry bent to place a very tender kiss on Helen’s lips. They almost collapsed when they saw his hands move down to pat Helen’s rear. “Yes, just as lovely as I remember. Seems Ben is keeping you well satisfied,” Harry continued, chuckling as he looked up to see four young women staring at them. “Relax, ladies, Helen and I have been, hmmm,how shall I put this? Ah, yes, we’ve been very special friends for years and years.”
Helen laughed and reached up to pat his cheek. “You’re still as incorrigible as ever, Harry. Goodness knows what my girls must be thinking.” Shaking her head, she turned to the group. “Ben and I have known Harry for, gosh, over twenty years now. We’ve had a great deal of fun together.” The women relaxed a little, all wishing the older woman would be just a tad more explicit about the nature of their relationship.
Harry simply gave them a smile that seemed to promise all sorts of incredible experiences. The man definitely had some sort of magnetism and was not hesitant to make the best use of his gift. Turning to the counter, he picked up an object, before once more facing the women.
“So which one of you lovely ladies cares to be my assistant?” He grinned at the five women standing in the middle of his leather studio, five pairs of eyes glued to the leather paddle in his hand. The friends all pointed at one another, causing Harry to shake his head. “Well, isn’t that special? Such good friends that you all wish to give the opportunity to each other. Such unselfishness deserves rewarding. The only question remaining, is who wishes to go first?” His hearty laugh filled the room as ten hands reached back to cover susceptible bottoms.
“Well, Nancy did promise to get something special for Jason,” Elizabeth volunteered, ignoring the look of mock despair that showed on her best friend’s face. “And, considering that she’s the exhibitionist among us, none of us would want to deprive her of this chance to demonstrate her choice of something wonderful for Jason.”
“No, that’s not necessary,” Nancy said, her eyes going wide as Harry suddenly slapped the leather against his thigh, the sharp crack instantly causing five bodies to jump. “I didn’t promise totry it out. Besides, I was thinking of something more along the lines of that incredible flogger Logan bought from you.”
Logan had presented the brown bag to Nancy after their trip to Harry’s booth during the art festival the four friends had attended together. Thinking of that night, Nancy’s eyes went from wide to very soft as her memory of the first time Jason had demonstrated his talent at wielding a double-ended flogger. It had been an incredible experience. One end was made of very soft strands of suede that seemed to caress every inch of her skin when Jason used it to titillate her. The opposite end had its own strands, but they were of stiff leather that could—and did—bite into her skin when used by her very experienced Dom.
Elizabeth finally took pity on her friend. “Well, since our men decided to give us ‘just in case’ spankings yesterday, I can’t say that I blame her. I’m sure that whatever you think will be appreciated by Jason will be perfect. And we will need to order items that will be loved by our clients during their stay at Haven.”
“Yes, I might not want to feel any of your instruments of torture, but we do need to make sure we order a wide variety, for both the woodshed and the boutique.” Nancy smiled as she ran a hand over a table where small leather whips were presented. “Lots of these, a few paddles,” she paused, swallowing hard at the one still tapping against Harry’s leg. “Maybe some of wood as well, as that might be more in keeping with the original era of a woodshed?”
Everyone relaxed as Harry went into professional sales mode, putting the leather paddle down on a nearby table and picking up a tablet to take their order. As he, Liz and Nancy wandered around the studio, talking quietly and deciding what would be appropriate and likely to sell in the small boutique Nancy would be managing, Ariel, Barbara, and Helen were also shopping.
