Spanking the Naughty Bride

Spanking the Naughty Bride

by Leena Darling

featuring:

Wedding Night Spanking

Honeymoon Spanking

Newlywed Spanking

Anniversary Spanking

Copyright 2013
by Leena Darling

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reserved

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written permission of Leena Darling. Contact: [email protected]

This book is an erotica romance intended for mature
readers 18+. Any resemblance to persons, places, or brands is coincidental and
part of the author’s imagination

Table of Contents

Wedding
Night Spanking

Honeymoon
Spanking

Newlywed
Spanking

Anniversary
Spanking

The
wind blew through Sara’s long auburn hair as the convertible sped down the
highway. Excitement fluttered in her stomach each time she looked at her
husband, Rick, in the driver’s seat. They were on their way to their honeymoon
destination, a secluded oceanfront bungalow, where they would spend the next
two weeks. She sighed, and the soft noise was swallowed by the wind. She still
couldn’t believe her wedding day had arrived. And what a day it had been.

Perfect.
Absolutely perfect, from the dress to the cake to the music. She stole another
glance at Rick. Oh my. He sported a five O’clock shadow on his strong jaw, and
Sara longed to rub her cheek against his. Preferably while in bed and in the
midst of other…activities.

They
arrived at the bungalow in the early evening as the sun set. Anxious to stretch
her legs after the four hour drive, Sara reached for her door – only for Rick
to grab her arm. He raised one dark eyebrow and leaned close.

“You
know my rules, young lady. When I’m with you, I open the doors and you walk
through them like a proper lady. None of this opening your own door stuff,
especially on our honeymoon.”

Warmth
flooded her pussy at his words. He was intimidating when he scolded her. She
flushed as he released her and rounded the car to open her door. She stepped
out and peered up at him, spellbound by his authority.
Young lady
. Oh
how she ached with need when he talked like that.

“Um,
I’m sorry,” she said, pulling her purse over her shoulder.

He
trailed a finger down her cheek, all way down to the swell of her breasts. “I
hope you’re sorry, because if you weren’t, I’d have to give you extra spanks
tonight.”

Sara
sucked in a quick breath and backed away until her legs hit the car. “Ha ha,
very funny. Like I would really let you spank me. You’re a pervert.”

He
remained silent as he guided her inside the bungalow. They turned on all the
lights on the first level, and he suggested she open the back windows to get
the air flowing while he carried in their suitcases. Although Sara thought it
silly that he wouldn’t allow her to carry in her own bags, she did as he asked.
Arguing with Rick never got her anywhere. The man was stubborn with a capital
S.

And
bossy. God, was he bossy. She thought of his most recent threat to spank her.
Would he really? She gulped as she recalled all their brief conversations on
the subject. Yes, he’d told her that he would wear the pants in their marriage.
Sara loved him and she wanted to be a good wife, so she had agreed to his
terms. But would he really try to spank her if she misbehaved?

The
man was terribly old-fashioned. That was for sure. He’d even been hesitant to
sleep with Sara before their wedding, but she’d tempted him past the point of
no return one night by wearing a short skirt not long after their engagement.
“I don’t know whether to spank you or have my way with you,” he’d said. She
shivered in delight at the memory.

Rick’s
heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Sara went up to meet him after
opening the last window. Already the house was cooling down, and the sound of
the ocean entered with the breeze.

Sara
frowned at Rick when she entered the bedroom. “Why are you unpacking right
now?” she asked, moving toward the king size bed. She hopped on it and spread
her arms and legs out, thrusting her chest up slightly. A smile spread across
her lips. “We can unpack tomorrow. Right now the only thing I want to do is
break my husband in.”

His
head shot up, and he dropped the shirt he’d pulled from his suitcase. He
stalked to her, eyes dark and his expression unfathomable. “Actually, wife,
it’ll be me breaking
you
in tonight.”

“Oh
really?” She groped her left breast, giving it a little squeeze while he
watched.

He
sank down on the bed. “Come sit in my lap. I want to talk to you.” His tone was
serious, and a sense of foreboding fell over Sara like a shadow. Had she done
something wrong?

She
sat on his lap, enjoying the feel of his arms around her as she breathed in his
masculine scent. God, she could get lost in this man. Her husband. He was her
husband. Her heart fluttered to and fro.

“What
do you want to talk about?” she finally asked, pulling back to gaze into those
dark depths.

“Our
roles in this marriage.”

She
rolled her eyes. “Rick, we’ve been over this already.” She toyed with a button
on his shirt. “You want to wear the pants in the family. I get it. You’re a
caveman. Now make love to me. It’s our wedding night.”

Rick’s
strange expression deepened into a frown. “You know I don’t like when you roll
your eyes at me. In fact, I believe I told you to stop doing that. It’s very disrespectful.”

Sara’s
face fell and she returned his frown. “Lighten up, Rick. Jeez.”

“Remember
all those times I told you that you would be a spanked wife?”

Fear
lanced through her. “You’re kidding right? I mean, I thought you were joking
around. Sort of. Please tell me you’re not serious.”

Gently,
he stroked her hair as he stared lovingly into her eyes. “Was I ever laughing
when I told you this? I think not. I’ve always been serious about this. I love
you very much, Sara, and that’s why I’m going to be so strict with you.”

Her
mouth went dry. “I – I’m sorry I rolled my eyes at you. I won’t do it again.”
Oh my. She squirmed in his lap. Would he accept her apology and drop the stern
schoolmaster act?

“It’s
our wedding night, and the first order of business is your wedding night
spanking. I’m going to take you over my knee and show you that I’m serious
about taking you in hand when you’re naughty.”

Her
hair flipped about as she shook her head, eyes wide and lips set firmly
together.

“Yes,
Sara. Now lay over my lap, young lady. The more you cooperate, the less it will
hurt.”

“No,
Rick. You can’t spank me. I won’t let you. This is ridiculous. I never actually
thought you were serious about this whole head of household thing. Well, at
least the spanking part.”

He
drew her chin up with one finger. “I expect you to obey me at all times, but if
you do disobey me, risk your safety, or show me respect, you’ll be going over
my knee for a long bare-bottom spanking. Those are my rules.”

“I
promised to obey you. I really promised! I said it in our vows. Remember?”

A
light smile drew his lips up. “I’ll never forget. That was my favorite part of
the ceremony. Well, other than our first kiss as husband and wife.”

Sara
blushed. “Make love to me. Please.”

“I
will – after you go over my knee. If I have to force you, I’ll spank you longer
and harder. Consider that before you try anything foolish, young lady. Now be a
good, obedient wife, and get across my lap.”

Hands
shaking and lower lip trembling, Sara shifted and placed herself over his legs,
not quite believing this was really happening. Her chest tightened and hot
tears prickled in her eyes.

A
spanking.

Rick
was really going to spank her. On their wedding night, no less.

Embarrassment
welled up inside her as he caressed her bottom cheeks through the thin material
of her dress. She’d changed out of her wedding dress halfway through the
reception, and she wore a slinky pink, knee-length dress. A thong underneath
and a push up bra. She’d felt sexy on the drive to the bungalow, but now she
felt shy under her new husband’s gaze.

“I’m
spanking you now so that you know I’m serious about taking you in hand when you
need it. I believe the best marriages are those in which the roles are clearly
defined. I’m in charge, don’t ever forget that, Sara. I’m your master, and
you’re going to be my obedient little wife. Understand?”

“Yes,
Rick.”

“Yes,
sir,” he corrected. “When you’re bottom up over my knee, you’ll address me as
sir.”

“Yes,
sir.” Holy Moses, he was serious. All those times…all those times before when
she’d blown him off…

Smack!
The first blow caught her off guard and made her flinch. Smack! Smack! He laid
into her bottom, slapping both her cheeks hard, over and over again while she
wriggled and whimpered under his punishing hand.

“Ouch!
I’ll be a good girl. I promise. Please, sir. Please stop.”

He
paused for a moment, but it was only to lift the hem of her dress over her
back.

“All
the spankings I give you will be on your bare bottom, Sara. Most of the time,
I’ll use my hand. But if you’re extremely naughty, I’ll double my belt over and
strike you with it instead.”

Her
stomach flipped. A belt. She didn’t think she could bear it. She vowed to be
obedient and submissive and to never upset Rick.

The
cool air drifted against her bared backside. He tugged her thong down to rest
at her knees. She clutched at the covers, burying her face to hide her shame.

Nothing
could’ve prepared her for the feeling of being over her husband’s knee while he
spanked her bare bottom. The sting of his hand was unbearable. And yet he
continued, spanking her thoroughly, even after she began to sob.

Her
shoulders heaved as her whole body shook. She kicked her legs, only for Rick to
pin them underneath one of his, holding her down. Her hands flew back, and he
joined her wrists together and held them against the small of her back. She was
completely subdued and at his mercy.

“I’m
your husband, Sara. This is my right. I can spank this little bottom of yours
whenever I want to, for any reason at all. You belong to me.”

Despite
the terrible pain, she found comfort in his words, and she settled a bit as the
spanking went on and on, searing her sit spot with over a dozen harsh, swift
slaps.

And
as quickly as the thrashing began, it ended. He rubbed her punished flesh while
she calmed down further. The gentleness he was showing her touched her deep
inside, and her tears began to dry up.

“It’s
over, baby. Shh. Shh.” His soothing voice call her back from misery, leading
her home to his heart.

“Was
that so bad?” he asked.

“It
hurt,” she said, sniffling. “I promise this is the last time you’ll ever spank
me though. I’m going to be on my best behavior. You’ll see. No more spankings
for me, ever.”

He
laughed. “I have a feeling that eye rolling habit of yours will cause you to
slip first. Either that or the bad language I sometimes hear from you. You’re
my wife and you’re a lady, Sara. I expect you to act like a lady. When you
don’t act like a lady, I’ll take you over my knee and spank you like a naughty
girl.”

“Yes,
sir.” She wasn’t sure why she agreed with him, but she felt a strange sense of
peace as she lay over his lap. During the punishment she’d been beside herself
with pain and only wanted him to cease and desist. Now she felt his love as if
it were flowing over her, covering her from head to toe like a warm blanket
she’d curled up underneath.

“Come
here.” He pulled her up to cradle her in his lap. She wrapped her arms around
him, melting into his chest, breathing in the scent of his aftershave, even as
his dark stubble grazed her cheek. His arms were heaven. His embrace was bliss.
His dominance was – so freaking hot. She was squirming for reasons other than a
sore bottom.

He
held her for what seemed like forever. His love washed over her, again and
again as they breathed in tandem. The world drifted away, and for a while, they
were the only two people left on the planet.

Under
her throbbing ass, she felt the telltale bulge of his erection poking her.
Desire pulsed between her thighs, shooting straight to her clit. Her pussy grew
moister by the second as her pulse increased. A shaky sigh left her lips, and
she pulled back to kiss Rick. His tongue delved into her mouth, claiming her as
he pressed his hardness up against her bottom. Ribbons of pleasure unfurled
through her center, spreading out until she became frantic with need. She
needed…she needed…Oh God. She needed his cock deep inside her. She didn’t want
him to make love to her either.

She
wanted a good, hard fucking.

Moaning,
her head fell back as he spread kisses around her neck, traveling up to nip her
earlobe. His breath was hot against her flesh. Her nipples tightened and her
breasts felt heavy, aching to touched and pinched and sucked.

“Rick?”
she said, her voice small. She was embarrassed over her reaction to the
spanking. Was it normal to want him so much after he’d just paddled her good?

“Yes,
baby doll?” He squeezed her thigh.

“I
– I’m really wet for you. I need you bad. Please. I can’t wait.”

He
groaned. “That’s music to my ears.” He reached between her pussy lips, discovering
her dampness. “You are soaking wet, baby.”

“I’m
sorry.”

“Why
are you sorry?”

Her
face heated. “Be – because I feel this way. Because after you spanked me I
became so…oh, I don’t know.” Mortified, she buried her face in her hands and
stiffened.