Spanking the Naughty Bride (2 page)

Chuckling,
he pried her hands away and cupped her face. “Don’t be shy around me, Sara. I’m
your husband. I’m pleased that your body reacted that way to my discipline.
You’re feisty, but deep down you’re a submissive little thing with a big heart.
I think it turned you on to submit to me because we love each other and you
trust me. A spanking is a very intimate thing for a couple to share, sort of
like making love.”

“But
it hurt,” she protested, her lips forming into a pout.

He
shook his head. “Doesn’t matter if it hurts, it’s still intimate. Don’t you
feel how rock hard I am underneath you?”

“Y-yes,
sir.” Calling him sir while she wasn’t over his lap gave her a new thrill.

He
put his mouth to her ear again, but this time it was to whisper. “I’m going to
bend you over the bed right now and fuck you hard. I want you to be a good girl
and take the hard fucking you have coming, young lady.”

She
shivered, and in the next moment hurried to comply.

“Take
the dress off first, bra too, and kick that thong off.”

Sara
looked down to see her thong twisted around her ankles. Knowing her face must
be as red as her ass, she complied with his demand and stripped naked, kicking
her sandals off under the bed too. Her pussy had never ached so desperately
before. She resisted the urge to touch her clit, and gave Rick one last glance
before bending over the bed.

“Spread
those legs wider, girl, and put your ass out in the air more. A little more.
More. Okay, perfect. Now stay there and wait for my big cock. I’m going to fuck
your pussy hard, and you’re going to take every thrust I give you like a good
girl, aren’t you?” His voice was loud and authoritative, and each word
resonated against her throbbing clit.

She
heard him taking his clothing off, and it wasn’t long before was behind her, hard
and ready as he pressed his cock between her folds.

“Who
am I?” he asked, drawing the tip of his length through her juices, spreading
them around to tease her engorged nub.

“My
husband,” she answered with a moan.

“That’s
right. I’m your husband and you’re my wife. It’s my right to have you whenever
I want to have you. Like this,” he said, thrusting forward.

Sara
gasped and rose up on her toes as he invaded her, impaling her pussy with one
swift push. Her walls stretched around him, and she quivered as the pleasure of
being filled up spread through her. It felt so fucking good.

Her
fingers dug into the bedspread as he pummeled her, driving with fast, deep
strokes that hit her g-spot and caused her clit to grind against the bed. She
was on fire, scorching hot and panting while he fucked her good. All the fear
of the spanking had melted away, and she became lost in sensation.

Her
pussy clamped down around his cock as a sharp wave of pleasure took her under,
the orgasm wringing out the last of her energy as it pulsed through her center.
Oh God. So fucking incredible. She couldn’t think. She could only ride the
waves, and she wasn’t even sure if she was still standing on her own legs when
he groaned his release. His seed filled her up, his cock jerking as he came
loud and hard.

They
took a quick shower together, and he forced her down to her knees. She sucked
his cock as the water rained down, and she tried her best to swallow all he
gave her. Rick told her it was a skill he would gladly help her practice – sucking
him off and swallowing every last drop of his cum like a good wife.

After
their shower and a light dinner of soup and sandwiches, they curled up on the
front porch in the darkness, listening as the waves crashed on the shore.
Lights from boats on the water passed by slowly in the distance, and the moon
shone bright and crescent-shaped, a little sliver of perfect white glowing high
above.

“How
are you feeling?” Rick’s voice rumbled at her ear.

“Wonderful.”
She smiled and snuggled closer, resting her cheek against his chest.

“How’s
your bottom?”

She
was thankful the darkness hid her blush. “It’s sore, but…”

“But
what?”

“I
liked how I felt, you know, afterwards. I love you, Rick. Husband.
Sir
.”
She added the last word with a hint of sarcasm to lighten her slight
embarrassment.

Rick
laughed. “I love you too. Now get your naughty behind back in the house. Our
wedding night isn’t over yet.”

Wet
sand slipped beneath Sara’s toes as she backed out of the waves, proudly
displaying Rick’s stolen swimming trunks high in the air. The mischievous idea
had come to her while kissing and rubbing up against him in the water. She
giggled and fixed her eyes on his waist, wondering if he’d emerge from the
water naked. The beach was semi-private, and they hadn’t seen another person
walk by in at least ten minutes. But they were outside, so the risk of being
seen was there – and she knew it explained the annoyed look on Rick’s face.

“Sara,
come back here right now.” The sun bathed his bare chest in gold, and his dark
hair shimmered brightly. Through it all, his dark eyes left her mesmerized.
Even standing naked in the ocean, he was intimidating. But she wasn’t about to
back down. Rick took life too seriously. In her mind, she was helping him learn
to lighten up. Not to mention having a good laugh at his expense.

She
held the swimming trunks higher. “I’m fine right here. The water’s getting a
little cold.” She took two steps back, grinning from ear to ear. “In fact,
maybe I’ll go back to the bungalow and get in the hot tub.”

“You
will do no such thing.” His voice carried across the waves, threatening and
past the point of simple annoyance. Yup. He was officially mad.

She
smiled wider, squinting in the brilliant afternoon sunlight. “Oh, did you want
your swimming trunks back?” Feigning innocence, she regarded the wet, black
mass of material in her hand.

He
grunted. “You know very well what I want. Now get back here this instant before
someone comes by.”

Three
more steps back, and his eyes flashed in disbelief and anger. Sara was giddy
with excitement. “Come and get them, lover boy.”

Before
Rick could respond, the barking of a dog caught their attention. Sara glanced
to her right to see a couple walking down the beach. Ahead of them, a brown
Labrador bounded along the shore, barking at the waves.

Oh
shit.

Sara
tucked the swimming trunks under her arm, hoping they looked like a wet towel.
The couple approached, holding hands and taking their good old time.

“Hi
there,” said Sara.

“Hello,”
a blonde woman said.

“Hi,”
said the short, balding man.

Pleasantries
were exchanged, introductions were made, and hands were shook. When all eyes
turned to Rick in the water, he waved and said, “It’s nice to meet you. I’d
come out of the water right now, but my naughty wife has my swimming trunks.
Don’t worry though. I’ll give her a good spanking later.”

Sara’s
face flushed as the couple laughed. Of course they thought Rick was joking. Her
bottom tingled as she realized what would happen once they returned to the
bungalow. He hadn’t spanked her since their wedding night, but she didn’t doubt
he’d do it again if he felt she needed it.

Uh
oh. Was it too late to apologize and escape a punishment? Rick spanked hard,
and she really shouldn’t have pushed him. Not that it hadn’t been funny. Now
that she faced a possible spanking though, she didn’t think it was so funny
anymore.

The
couple said goodbye and drifted down the beach, following their energetic dog.

With
her head slightly bowed and a light smile tugging at her lips, Sara traipsed
through the water and handed Rick his swimming trunks. “Here you go, honey. Um,
I’m really sorry about that. It was just a little prank.”

He
glared at her as he slipped back into the trunks. He approached her and put a
firm hand on her shoulder. “I know a new bride who’s getting a good spanking
when we get back to the bungalow.”

“What?”
She tried to escape his grasp, but he reached for her arm and marched her out
of the water. She shivered, despite the warmth of the sun.

“You
heard me. I don’t think that was very funny, young lady.”

“Oh,
lighten up! You can’t spank me for something so silly. It’s not fair.”

They
rushed up the steps and Rick held the screen door open while Sara reluctantly
entered the bungalow. She grabbed one of the beach towels they’d left behind,
and wrapped it around herself.

“Besides,”
Sara continued, “You embarrassed me in front of that couple! How could you say
that in front of them?”

He
raised an eyebrow. “You know as well as I do that they thought I was joking.”

“All
right, then. I played a joke, you played a joke, and we’re even now. No one
needs a spanking.”

“Oh
really? I see a saucy young lady who didn’t obey her husband on the beach.
Disobedient, saucy young ladies always need a spanking.” His gaze traveled to
the kitchen counter. A container beside the stove held a variety of wooden
spoons. Sara paled as she realized what he was thinking.

“Oh
no you don’t! Your hand hurts bad enough, thank you very much. Don’t you dare
think about it!” She turned and ran up the steps, intending to lock herself in
the bathroom. Rick was fast though, she’d give him credit for that. Not only
did he catch her at the top of the steps, but he’d already selected a wooden
spoon from the counter. A rather large, heavy looking one. Yeah, running away
from a husband with an itchy palm wasn’t her brightest idea. What was she going
to do anyway . . . live in the bathroom of a vacation bungalow for the rest of
her life just to escape a spanking?

The
towel fell to the floor as he led her to the bedroom, a determined gleam in his
eye. Oh no. She’d seen that look before. On their wedding night. And she hadn’t
been able to sit down for two days afterward. Would a wooden spoon be worse
than his hand? She gulped as the bedroom door shut behind them. She was about
to find out.

Rick
released her arm and tilted her chin up with one finger. He opened his mouth to
speak, but Sara cut him off.

“You
know, I don’t know whether I’m sorrier for stealing your trunks, or if I’m
sorrier that you can’t take a joke.” Outright defiance wasn’t the smartest
idea, she knew that. Mr. Grumpypants would probably spank her harder, but she
didn’t care.

He
chuckled, taking her aback. “It’s hard to take a joke when you’re naked on the
beach and people are strolling by.”

She
huffed. “First of all, you weren’t on the beach. You were in the water. Second
of all, if you had stolen my bikini bottoms, I would’ve found humor in it.”

A
grin spread across his lips. “Hm. Now that you mention those bikini bottoms,
step out of them. Take the top off too.” He dropped her chin and stepped back,
cracking the spoon across his palm in warning. “If I have to ask twice, I’ll
give you ten extra swats.”

With
an exaggerated sigh, she stepped out of her bikini bottoms and removed the top.
Dramatically, she flung them at him. Both the bottoms and the top bounced off
his chest before dropping to the floor. He didn’t look amused by her antics.

“Fine!”
Now completely naked, she put her hands on her hips. “How many spanks am I
getting anyway?”

“As
many as it takes for you to learn your lesson.”

“What
lesson? I did nothing wrong!”

He
put a hand to his forehead and closed his eyes for a moment. “We’ve been
married for a week and already you’ve aged me about five years.” He met her
gaze and reached for her hand. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her
fingers. “I will admit stealing my trunks was a little funny, but I asked you
to give them back to me and you didn’t. That’s disobedience. And disobedient
little wives get their bottoms spanked soundly.”

His
deep voice, combined with his choice of words, caused Sara’s pussy to clench as
wet warmth flooded her. Dammit. Why did it have to turn her on when he behaved
like a caveman? At first she’d lovingly teased him for being so dominant and
bossy all the time, but a hidden place inside her liked it. There was something
erotic and safe and reassuring about a man who would hold her accountable for
her behavior, even if her infraction was as silly as stealing her husband’s
swimming trunks.

“Come
on,” he said, moving for the bed. “Let’s get this over with.”

Sara
had no choice but to bend over Rick’s lap. He helped her into position with her
bottom high up and legs slightly spread.

“I’m
sorry,” she whispered when he placed the wooden spoon against her bottom,
rubbing it around menacingly for a few seconds. Her insides turned to mush. She
felt a strange, burning desire to please Rick. Not that she didn’t already want
to please him, but this was different. Overpowering. She’d never felt so
submissive in her life. And Rick had brought it out of her. Before she could
continue this line of thought . . .

.
. . thwack! The spoon met her ass cheek with a resounding crack. As the sting
registered in Sara’s brain and spread across her flesh, another blow met her
other ass check. Rick spanked with purpose, and he didn’t let up as he
alternated spanks between her bottom mounds, spreading the spoon hits over her
smarting skin.

“Oh!”
she gasped. “Please, Rick! It hurts.”

“It’s
supposed to hurt. I thought we went over that during our first night here.” His
pace didn’t falter as he spoke.

It
was official. The spoon hurt a hell of a lot worse than his hand. Not that she
couldn’t have made an educated guess without a personalized demonstration.

“Keep
those legs spread,” he admonished, swatting the insides of her thighs until she
howled. “I want a clear view of your pussy and your little asshole while I’m
spanking you, young lady.

She
gripped the covers and used all of her self-control to keep from closing her
thighs. Knowing he was gazing upon her intimate parts during the punishment
left her as embarrassed as it had on their wedding night. Completely at his
mercy, she bit her lip and tried to keep from crying. It didn’t work. A shaky
sob burst from her throat as tears welled in her eyes. Rick brought the spoon
down about a dozen times more before stopping.

“Have
you learned your lesson?” He rubbed a gentle circle on her left cheek.

She
sniffled. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.
Now are you going to be a good girl on your best behavior for the rest of our
honeymoon? Or am I going to have to chastise you with the spoon again?”

“Oh,
I’ll be a good girl. I promise for real this time. Princess Promise times ten.”

He
chuckled and helped her to stand for a moment before gathering her in his lap.
Embraced in his arms, she let more tears fall as he brushed her hair from her
face. His damp swimming trunks soothed her stinging cheeks, and his erection
pressed up through the fabric. Her breathing quickened as more warmth flooded
her pussy.

She
wrapped her arms around his waist, drawing comfort from his closeness. He
smelled like the beach and suntan lotion mixed with his normal masculine scent
she adored. Her heart melted when he swiped the last of her tears away and
kissed her forehead. His gentleness after a punishment soothed her soul. As
much as the idea of being a spanked wife had initially appalled her, she was no
longer opposed to it. Not if she could feel this kind of closure and endless
love after a punishment. Moments like this made it worth it.

She
boldly wiggled on his lap. “Maybe we should take a shower together. I’ve got
sand in odd places, and I bet you do too.”

“You
read my mind.” As she stood up, he swatted her ass and said, “Get that red
behind in the shower, young lady.”

She
rushed to the bathroom and turned the shower on. After it was steaming, she
hopped in and turned as Rick walked in, naked with his long, thick cock bobbing
up and down. Her mouth watered at the sight, and she couldn’t help but stare.
He was built like a God and so freaking handsome. A small amount of gray streaked
his dark brown hair, and his dark brown eyes burned with passion. He hadn’t
shaved in days, and the ruggedness of his appearance called up all her primal
urges.

She
wanted to be fucked hard. To be used for her holes. To please her husband in
any way possible. He advanced on her with a predatory gleam in his eye. He
pressed her hard against the closed shower door and captured her lips. He
kissed her furiously, like a man possessed, as he worked two fingers between
her legs. He pumped in and out of her wetness, nearly bringing her off her feet
with the force of his thrusts. Finally, he broke away and tugged her hair back.

“You’re
going to be a good little wife and get on your knees in the shower aren’t you?”

She
whimpered. “Yes, sir.”

Steamy
warmth enveloped them in the shower, circling around them, and Sara immediately
sank to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. Hot water streamed down over
her head as she sucked his length, deep throating him the way she knew he
liked. She cupped his balls in one hand as she worked his cock, and she grabbed
his tight ass with her other hand. Rick’s loud groans filled the shower.

She
pulled back to tease the tip of his hardness with her tongue, licking while she
stroked his base. He fisted a hand in her hair and brought her to stand.

“Turn
around and grab your ankles,” he growled into her ear.