Spanking the Naughty Bride (3 page)

Sarah
turned to comply, and his cock entered her before her hands even touched her
ankles. He gripped her hips as he fucked her, keeping her in place so she
didn’t fall forward.

This
was exactly what she wanted. His huge cock filled her up as he pounded her
hard. Ruthlessly. Blood rushed to her head, and she closed her eyes and
concentrated on breathing. In. Out. In. Out.

A
finger pressed against her asshole. “I’m going to fuck you here soon, Sara. I’m
going to ram my cock in your ass.”

She
whimpered and hoped he wasn’t serious. They hadn’t had anal sex – yet.

“Don’t
worry though. I’ll get you good and ready. Buy some butt plugs to stretch you
out so you can take all of my cock. How does that sound?” His strokes
quickened, and the rough sensation drove her wild and toward a crest of intense
pleasure.

Answering
Rick’s question was impossible. She couldn’t find her voice, but she did find
her precious release. Her pussy tightened with pressure before the wave spread
out, contracting around his cock while he continued to ram into her. She
shuddered and soon realized Rick was coming apart with a groan, spilling his
seed into her depths. He jerked inside her, still holding her hips, until he
was spent.

Panting,
Sara tried to fall forward. She needed to sit down and regain her energy. Rick
slowly lowered her to the shower floor. He soaped himself up and did the same
to her. After he rinsed them both off, it took a lot of convincing to get her on
her feet.

They
collapsed side-by-side on the bed, naked. Sara grimaced and reached underneath
her, pulling out the wooden spoon.

“I’m
going to hide this and all the other wooden spoons the first chance I get.” She
tossed it on the bedside table with a shudder.

“That’s
fine. There’s always spatulas, cutting boards, my belt, your hairbrush . . .
shall I continue?”

A
breeze shuffled the curtains at the open window facing the beach. As the
shifting air reached them, Sara bristled. “No. Your hand is bad enough, you big
meanie.”

He
straddled her, his cock already coming back to life to poke at her entrance.
“Take that back,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

She
rolled her eyes and said nothing.

He
drove his cock into her, stopping once he was hilt-deep. Gripping her
shoulders, he leaned down and whispered, “Tsk, tsk, young lady. You know how I
feel about eye rolling. You’re going to pay for that later.”

“Oh!
Not fair! It was an accident.”

“Well,”
he said, “it’s going to earn you ten extra swats from the second spanking you
already had coming today.”

“Second
spanking? Huh? For what?” What had she done now?

He
leaned down until their noses touched. “For conspiring to hide all the wooden
spoons.”

Sara
ran down the steps, her skirt flaring with her quick movements. She rushed to
the kitchen, smiled at Rick, then glanced at the clock and frowned. Would she
make it to the post office before closing? She couldn’t believe she’d slept in
past eleven on a Saturday morning. That first week back to work after returning
from her honeymoon must’ve been more exhausting than she’d realized.

“Were
you planning to mail that package?” Rick looked up from his newspaper, peering
at her over his reading glasses. He was showered, fully dressed, and appeared
to be on his second cup of coffee.

She
shrugged guiltily. If she didn’t mail her niece’s birthday present today, it
wouldn’t make it in time for her birthday.

“Why
didn’t you wake me up?” Sara was suddenly annoyed. Rick had known she planned
to mail the package, and everyone knows the post office closes at noon on
Saturdays. “You’re the early bird and you know I need that box in the mail
today.”

He
raised an eyebrow and placed the newspaper flat on the table. “Don’t get sassy
with me, young lady.” He stood up and approached her, backing her against the
counter. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “I mailed the box this morning,
Miss Sleepyhead. I even sprang for the express shipping, so it’ll make it a day
or two before Amy’s birthday.”

Sara
smiled and wrapped her arms around Rick’s neck. “You’re too good to me.” The
scent of his body wash and his aftershave tantalized her senses.

“Hm.
Not only did I mail your package, but I was here when some deliverymen showed
up with a new seventy-two inch high definition TV. At first I told them they
had the wrong house, but they asked me if a Mrs. Sara Anderson lived here.”

Sara’s
stomach flipped. Oh no. She’d ordered the television a week ago without
consulting Rick. They’d talked about buying a new TV, but he kept dragging his
feet and she’d grown impatient. Her friends were coming over on Wednesday for a
girl’s movie night, and she’d wanted to make sure the new TV arrived in time.

She
became defensive. “But they weren’t even supposed to deliver it today! I
scheduled the delivery for Monday night. I was going to tell you, but . . .”
Her voice trailed off when his expression darkened.

“They
apologized for showing up on the wrong day and said it was a mix up.”

“Great,”
she said, wishing she wasn’t pinned against the counter. Rick could be so
intimidating. So strict.

“What’s
my rule about big purchases?” His stern tone caused her insides to tighten.

“Um
. . . to talk them over with you first?” She feigned her best innocent look,
but she knew Rick well enough to know it was only a matter of minutes before
she was bottom-up over his knee. Maybe seconds.

“You
knew I was planning to shop for a TV soon, Sara. Why go behind my back?”

She
bit her lip. “Well, my girlfriends are coming over on Wednesday night and I
wanted to have a huge new TV set up by then.”

He
sighed. “I’m not happy with you, Sara. If you were worried about having the TV
by Wednesday, you should’ve said something. It was a big purchase that you
shouldn’t have made behind my back. Besides, buying a new TV is a man thing.”

She
huffed. “A man thing? That’s what you’re really upset about, isn’t it? Did the
fact that I got a name brand HDTV on clearance without any help from you bruise
your manly ego?” She couldn’t stop the words from falling from her lips, though
a little voice in the back of her mind – the voice of reason she often opted to
ignore – screamed for her to stop talking immediately.

“The
only thing that’s going to be bruised around here is your bottom, young lady.”
He crowed her space further, reaching around to squeeze her bottom.

“Did
you cancel the order?” Maybe if he’d canceled it and hadn’t let the deliverymen
bring the TV inside, it might save her poor backside.

“No.
Your precious TV is in the living room, Sara.” He shrugged and humor flickered
in his eyes, though his demeanor was still intimidating as hell.

“Well,”
she said, “I have the perfect solution to this little problem of ours.”

“What’s
that?”

“We’ll
return the TV and you can pick one out yourself.” She managed to fold her arms
across her chest, though it wasn’t easy with his body pressed up against hers.

“I
have a better idea,” he said. “We’ll go upstairs and continue this discussion
with you over my knee.”

Before
she could respond, he was guiding her up the stairs, lecturing her about the
fine print on the receipt that said all sales for clearance items were final.
Sara tried to argue that he was overreacting, especially since they could
afford it, but her appeals fell on deaf ears. Once Rick made up his mind about
something, he rarely changed it.

“Clothes
off,” he commanded as he shut the bedroom door behind them.

“Rick,
please be reasonable. It’s just a stupid TV, and you can’t deny I got a great
deal on it.”

“If
I have to ask you again to remove your clothes, I’ll send you downstairs for a
wooden spoon.”

She
swallowed hard and quickly worked the buttons on the front of her summer dress.
It swished to her feet, and she hurried to remove her bra and panties. About
two weeks ago, she’d experienced a spanking with a wooden spoon while on their
honeymoon. She had no desire to repeat that experience. His hand was bad
enough, but the spoon carried a bite so sharp that the thought of feeling it
again left her shuddering. Double ouch.

“I’m
really sorry,” she muttered, peering up into his stern gaze.

He
smirked. “Are you really sorry, Sara?”

Dammit.
She couldn’t lie. “Okay, fine, Mr. Grumpypants. I’m not sorry.” She scowled.

That
scary eyebrow of his rose up once more. “Name calling earns you extra swats.”
He sat down on the bed and patted his lap. “Get your naughty bottom over here.”

“Fine!”
She flung herself over his lap, pouting and frustrated. Following Rick’s many
rules wasn’t easy. She’d planned to tell him about the TV today or tomorrow,
perhaps after softening him up with a nice home cooked meal and a blowjob. So
much for that plan.

He
massaged her bottom for several minutes, not speaking. He said he did this
before a spanking because warming her up prevented bruising. Lucky her. She’d
married a man who was a level ten expert in spanking.

“You
can’t run around doing as you please anymore, Sara. You’re a married woman
now.”

Her
teeth ground together. “It’s not like we can’t afford it.”

“That
not the point and you know it. We have a rule that we discuss big purchases
with each other. That means if I want to buy a new car or a new microwave, I’ll
talk it over with you first to hear your opinion. I value your opinion and your
feelings, Sara. I expect you to show me the same courtesy in return. True, the
final decision is mine to make, but I told you that’s how it would be before we
got married. Have you forgotten your first three times over my knee so soon?”

Guilt
tugged at Sara’s heart. This was a little worse than her previous infractions.
“Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry, sir.” She felt small over his lap. Being at his
mercy like this was as scary as it was a turn on. Dominant Rick made her all
mushy inside, even though she dreaded an actual spanking.

“What
happened last time you disobeyed me?”

Her
face heated as she squirmed on his lap. “You gave me a sp – spanking.”

“That’s
right. I took you over my knee for a hard bare bottom spanking. These cheeks of
yours were stained pink for three days afterward.”

His
words made her humiliation rise. “I said I was sorry,” she whispered, burying
her head in the covers.

“I’m
glad to hear it. But I’m still going to redden this naughty bottom of yours,
Sara. And after your spanking, I’m going to finger this little rosebud of
yours.” He spread her bottom apart and tapped a finger against her secret
hole.”

“Oh!
No, Rick. Please don’t.” Mortified, she struggled to rise. He clamped a leg
over hers and pinned her down effectively. She wasn’t going anywhere. Not until
her punishment was over at least.

“From
now on, every time I have to spank you, you’ll be getting a dose of anal
punishment as well.”

Anal
punishment. The term sent a shiver through her whole body.

He
continued, “Sometimes I’ll finger you, and other times I’ll use a butt plug on
you. You belong to me, Sara. Your body belongs to me. Even this little hole of
yours.” He tapped at her tight entrance once more before positioning her bottom
higher in the air.

The
first smack fell on her ass, a blazing sting that made her shriek. Rick spanked
her good and hard, covering her with slaps from the tops of her thighs and
upwards. He didn’t pause once, and she was soon crying and begging for him to
stop. He even landed a few quick blows straight to her pussy lips.

“Now,”
he said, directing her to stand. “Bend over in front of me and pull your bottom
cheeks apart.”

She
stared at him wide-eyed as she wiped at her tears. He couldn’t be serious. Why
oh why would he ask her to do such a thing?

“Display
yourself to me, Sara. Now or I’ll take off my belt.”

Her
face burned like it had never burned before. She turned around and bent over,
reaching back to open her bottom up to his gaze.

A
finger trailed down her crevice. “You’re still white between your cheeks. The
contrast is lovely.”

Would
he finger her ass now? She feared she wouldn’t be able to hold position.
Embarrassment mingled with arousal as he grazed over her naughty parts,
brushing her lightly. Her pussy still smarted from the slaps, yet she ached to
be filled up. She felt as if her clit was throbbing in sync with the rapid
beating of her heart.

“Yes,
your bottom is a lovely shade of red, but I think we can make it redder. Back
over my lap with you, baby doll.”

She
rose up too quickly and the blood rushed to her head in a whirl of dizziness.
He held her as she swayed. When her vertigo passed, he guided her back into
position. Her bottom flamed unbearably. How would she survive more spanking?
The knowledge that he was going to punish her asshole left her shaking. She
vowed to never disobey his rules again.

Smack!
Smack! His hand connected with the lowest curve of her bottom. She howled as
the searing pain grew and grew. Would it end anytime this century? Her tears
gushed anew, pouring down her face and onto the comforter.

“Ouch!
Please, please, please stop. I’ll be good, sir. I promise!” Her pleas were
choked with emotion. She meant every single word.

He
paused to rub her flaming ass cheeks. “Ten more spanks for name calling and
then it’s time for
you know what
.”

Oh,
she knew
what
all right. The last blows fell swiftly on the backs of her
thighs, and she cried out with each smack. Level ten expert in spanking,
indeed. If spanking was a professional sport, the house would be adorned with
Rick’s trophies, medals, and certificates of merit.

“Show
me what a good girl you can be and hold still for this last part.”

She
stilled, not quite believing that this was happening. And he planned to punish
her this way in the future! After each spanking. The idea turned her on as much
as it scared her, a conundrum of feelings clashing as she held her breath,
waiting.

Cool
air rushed against her intimate parts as he splayed her cheeks apart, exposing
her bottom hole to his gaze. She exhaled and bit her lip, hoping it would end
soon if she didn’t struggle.

“Naughty
girls get their naughty holes punished too, Sara. Don’t they?” His voice was
husky and deep. Beneath her stomach, she detected his rock hard erection. There
was no doubt in her mind about what would happen after he fingered her ass.

“Yes,
sir,” she finally said.

He
touched her pussy first, delving between her folds to swirl around in her
moisture. She was dripping wet, and to her horror she realized he was using her
natural essences to lubricate his finger.
Oh God
.

He
pinched her clit a few times, prompting her whimpers of frustration. She craved
to be filled and she craved a release. She was burning up with need for Rick.
All her nerve endings sizzled. Her nipples were stiff beneath her, and her
breathing ragged and rough.

One
finger pressed against her asshole, nudging against the tight entrance. He
pushed inside, and the burning pressure overwhelmed her. It took all her
control to remain still. She wanted to be his good girl.

“Naughty
wives get their assholes punished, Sara. From now on, each and every time you
go over my knee for a spanking, we’ll end the lesson this way.” He pressed
deeper, past her ring of muscle until she was sure his whole finger was
submerged in her depths.

She
tried to relax her bottom as he finger fucked her. The sensation wasn’t all
that unpleasant, and her desire burned hotter with each thrust. She felt truly
submissive when he asserted his authority over her with a spanking or a simple
scolding. But this kind of treatment elicited an even deeper sense of
submission. She was his. All his.