Spanking the Naughty Bride (4 page)

Rick
increased his pace, plunging deeper and quicker with each thrust. Moisture
leaked from her pussy, and she squirmed to relieve the throbbing of her clit.
She was close. So fucking close she was ready to scream.

“If
you orgasm over my lap right now, Sara, I’ll take my belt to your pussy lips.”

She
froze instantly.

A
few more rapid thrusts and Rick’s finger left her bottom hole.

“Did
you learn your lesson, young lady?”

“Yes.
I’m sorry, sir. Thank you for punishing me.” Maybe she was laying it on a
little thick, but she simply wanted to feel his arms around her, loving her as
she breathed in his familiar scent.

“Come
here.” He turned her over and carried her to the large rocking chair in the
corner of the bedroom, grabbing a few tissues from the nightstand on the way.

Cuddling
Sara on his lap, he wiped her tears away, one by one. His tenderness turned her
all gooey.

“Thank
you,” she sniffled as he finished cleaning her face.

He
smiled and she almost broke down in tears again. Instead, she took a deep
breath and waited as the emotion passed. She gazed into his loving eyes. She
was lost in him. Hopelessly in love. She was proud to be Mrs. Anderson and
wanted to spend the rest of her life proving it.

“How
do you feel?” he asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

She
couldn’t restrain a laugh. “How do you think I feel? I’m sore! I don’t think
I’ll ever be able to sit down again.”

He
kissed her forehead and pulled her closer. “Now you’re being dramatic.” His
light tone filled her with relief. She no longer swayed on the verge of tears.

She
leaned into his chest, soaking up his strength and security. His hands played
in her hair, stroking and massaging her head. A perfect moment. Well, except
for her sore bottom. If she wasn’t squirming around the couch on Wednesday
night, it would be a miracle.

She
almost drifted to sleep in his arms, but her throbbing sex prevented her from
slipping completely away. Rick shifted her, spreading her legs while he worried
her clit with slow, precise circles. She bucked against his hand as her arousal
built.

“Mm,
that feels good.” Despite the ever present sting on her bottom, she grinded
against his hard cock, teasing him with her ass.

She
glanced up as his eyes flashed. He carried her to the bed, bending her over the
end of it. After a punishment, he liked to fuck her from behind. Not that she
minded. It was hot.

She
peered over her shoulder as he removed his clothing. His muscles flexed as he
removed his shirt and stepped out of his pants and briefs.

Ecstasy
vibrated through her when he shoved his cock into her pussy. He grabbed her
hips and pounded into her with zeal. The bed shook with each thrust, the
headboard banging into the wall.

“You
can come anytime you’d like, Sara. Come with my cock buried inside you.”

His
words sent her over the precipice, and her walls contracted hard around his
length, pulsing as she moaned her release. She could scarcely breathe. She
could only ride the wave of pleasure as Rick continued to fuck her mercilessly.
He’d taken command of her ass, and now he was taking command of her pussy. A
thrill rippled through her as she wondered if he’d use her mouth later. His
cock jerked within her as he came, quaking as his seed spilled into her depths.

As
she floated back to reality, she became aware of the sound of rain pounding on
the roof. Rick guided her up on a pillow and draped an arm around her as she gazed
at him, unable to speak. That powerful orgasm had robbed her of the ability to
form sentences.

“It’s
supposed to rain for the rest of the day,” Rick said, nodding at the window. It
was gray outside, and droplets of water battered the glass.

“Mmmhmm,”
was all she could muster.

He
grinned and leaned over her. “How about we stay in today and watch some movies?
You know, we haven’t broken in that new seventy-two inch TV yet.”

Sara
tiptoed around the bedroom as she got ready for her morning jog. Nothing beat
an invigorating run on the beach. As she tied her shoes, she stole a glance at
Rick sprawled out in bed, snoozing away. Her heart swelled with love as she
regarded his sleeping form. She couldn’t believe they had been married for one
year already. And she still couldn’t believe he’d surprised her with a vacation
in the same exact bungalow they’d stayed in during their honeymoon.

The
screen door clattered shut behind her as she skipped outside. Perspiration
gathered on her arms before she even broke into a run. It was that hot already.
She took up her usual route jogging along the shore. By the time she’d put in
her five miles and returned to the bungalow, her shoes were soggy and filled
with sand. The burn in her legs made it worth it though.

She
grabbed a bottle of water and headed upstairs. With a secret smile, she hoped
Rick joined her in the shower.

Worry
rippled through her when she entered the bedroom, chasing her playful thoughts
away.

“What
are you doing?” she asked. The place was trashed. All the dresser drawers stood
wide open. Suitcases lay scattered on the floor. Clothing was strewn this way
and that.

“I
can’t find your oak hairbrush, Sara.” Rick gave her a pointed look. “And I know
it must be here somewhere because I told you to pack it ‘just in case.’”

Sara’s
stomach fell to her feet. ‘Just in case’ meant a spanking. He didn’t punish her
often, but when he did he always gave her a few swift blows with her heavy oak
hairbrush, usually after a hand spanking. She gulped and donned her best poker
face.

“That’s
funny,” she said. “I used it before bed last night.”

He
raised an eyebrow and rounded the bed to approach her. “That’s funny,” he
echoed. “Because I didn’t see you use it last night. In fact, I haven’t seen it
once since we got here four days ago.”

Sara’s
mouth went dry as Rick tipped her chin up with one finger. “I’m sure it’s
around here somewhere in all this mess. I’ll look for it after my shower.”

His
dark eyes bored into her. Even in nothing but a pair of boxers, he was quite
intimidating. Guilt stabbed at her heart. She had disobeyed him and
intentionally left the hairbrush behind at home, promising herself that she
would be on her best behavior and he’d never find out. As if disobedience
wasn’t bad enough, now she had added lying to her pile of transgressions.

Rick
detested lying in all forms. She repressed a shudder as she imagined how hard
he would spank her – and with what implement – if he discovered her sins. Her
bottom tingled in memory of all the times she had felt the sting of a spanking.

He
dropped her chin and stepped back. “For your sake, I hope the hairbrush turns
up.”

He
went downstairs to start the coffee while Sara hopped in the shower.

What
was she going to do?

Her
mind spun in useless circles. There were only two ways out that she could see.
Option number one: confess the truth to Rick and endure whatever punishment he
deemed fit. Option number two: make an excuse to go shopping alone and try to
find an identical oak hairbrush.

In
her heart, she knew option one was the best choice. She felt dirty for even
considering option two.

Her
spirits sank deep as she realized what she must do. She finished showering and
got dressed, choosing a short yellow dress and a pair of wedged sandals. She
dried her auburn hair and swept it up into a ponytail – using a cheap plastic
hairbrush she’d brought along. As she inspected her appearance in the mirror,
an idea came to her. Magic option number three: confess the truth and seduce
Rick simultaneously.

She
reasoned even if he didn’t forego the spanking entirely, he would probably
shorten her spanking in order to move on to more passionate endeavors.

She
ripped her ponytail out and replaced it with pigtails. Rick went wild whenever
she wore pigtails. She plugged in her curling iron and curled the ends. After
one last glance at her reflection, she straightened up the mess he’d left in
the bedroom before rushing downstairs.

“Can
I make you some pancakes, honey?” she asked as she entered the kitchen.

Rick
looked up from his iPad. His eyes went wide. “Christ, Sara, are you trying to
kill me?”

She
grinned as she twirled a curl around one finger. “That’s the idea.”

The
chair scratched the floor as he stood up. He stalked toward her with a heated
expression. “We can have pancakes for lunch. I’m in favor of skipping breakfast
entirely.”

“Is
that so, Mr. Anderson?”

His
stubble burned her cheek as he buried his face in her neck. “I should spank you
for teasing me like this.”

Uh
oh. Not spanking. Sara needed to get spanking off Rick’s mind. She tilted her
head back, inviting him to trail kisses over her collarbone. Soft whimpers left
her throat as his erection pressed into her stomach. So far her plan was
working perfectly. Except for the part where she casually slipped her
confession in during the seduction.

She
raked her hands up and down Rick’s back. Heat pulsed between her thighs. God,
she wanted him inside her right now. Right here on the kitchen table. But she
would feel worse about her lies if they were intimate before she confessed the
truth.

Pulling
back a bit, she met his eyes and traced her fingers along his jaw. “Um, Rick?”

“Yes,
baby doll?” His hand traveled up her thigh.

“I
have something to tell you.”

He
removed his hand from her leg and held her by the shoulders. Some of the heat
left his eyes. He gave her an expectant look. “Go ahead.”

She
inhaled deeply. “I didn’t pack the oak hairbrush like you asked me too.”

He
stiffened. Anger flashed in his features. His hold on her shoulders tightened,
and his jaw tensed. “Why didn’t you pack it, young lady?”

She
sighed. This wasn’t going as she’d planned. “I didn’t think you would have
cause to use it. I haven’t earned a spanking in weeks.”

“A
streak that ends today, Sara.” His countenance grew darker.

“I’m
sorry.”

He
pulled her closer. His breath was hot in her face, their noses almost touching.
“You not only intentionally disobeyed me, but you lied to me upstairs. You said
you’d packed the brush and had used it last night.” Disappointment softened his
gaze, ripping at Sara’s heart.

Her
lip trembled. Rick was a good husband. Yes, he was strict. Very strict. But
they loved each other, and she accepted him as the head of their household,
even though in the early days of their marriage she’d thought he was part
caveman.

“I
am so, so sorry, Rick.” She pressed against his chest lightly, hoping to
reignite the passion that had flared between them moments ago.

One
firm squeeze to her shoulders stopped her movements. “Don’t you dare try to
seduce your way out of this, Sara. You did wrong and you must be punished.
Severely.”

Severely
. He had never
used that word before. Her heart thudded in her chest. Her lips parted as she
gawked up at him, quivering as she tried to think of something to say.

“Go
upstairs, remove all your clothing, and wait for me in a corner.” He released
her shoulders and snapped his fingers once, loud. “Now!”

Tears
welled in Sara’s eyes as she scrambled upstairs to obey Rick’s command. She
waited in the corner, naked, as she considered how this could have all been
avoided if only she’d packed the stupid hairbrush. They could be eating pancakes
right now. Or making love on the kitchen table for the umpteenth time. Instead
she had her nose pressed in a corner, waiting on her husband to spank her.
Severely
.

A
shiver raced up her spine. Would he use his hand? His belt? Her stomach rolled.
Oh no. Would he wield a wooden spoon against her poor bottom? Not knowing what
implement he planned to use served to double her anxiety.

Deep
down, Sara knew she deserved to be punished. And even though Rick said her
punishment would be severe, she wasn’t truly frightened. She knew he loved her,
and she trusted him with her whole heart. A tear fell down her cheek, and she
wiped it on the back of her hand.

Rick
made her wait forever. And ever and ever. Entire civilizations rose and fell as
she awaited his arrival. By the time his footsteps sounded on the stairs, she
was a nervous wreck. She ached to turn around and run into his strong arms to
beg his forgiveness, but she dared not move until summoned.

He
shuffled around the room for a minute before finally speaking. “Come here,
Sara.”

She
dissolved into tears when their eyes met. She’d never really cried prior to a
spanking before. Yes, his punishments always brought her to tears, but never
before he actually touched her.

He
strode to her and gathered her in his arms. “I haven’t even turned you over my
knee yet.” He brushed away her tears with his fingers. “Why all the crying?”

She
shrugged, feeling foolish. “I feel so bad. So guilty. I can’t believe I lied to
you and then I – I tried to get you to have sex with me instead of spanking me.
I’m so sorry I behaved this way.”

“Shh.”
He wiped more tears away and kissed her forehead. “You’re a good wife, Sara.
You made a mistake, but I still love you. And I think you’ll feel a lot better
guilt-wise after a good spanking.”

Sniffling,
she nodded. Her eyes then bulged at the sight of a wooden spoon laid out on the
bed. Next to it was a small, phallic-shaped yellowish object. What on Earth?
Pretending she didn’t see the items, she said, “I suppose you’re right. I do
feel better after you spank me.”

“I
suspected as much.” He led her to the bed and sat down. “Over my lap, little
girl.” He patted his thigh.

Sara
placed herself over his lap. He positioned her so her bottom was high in the
air, her legs slightly parted. Goosebumps prickled on her skin, though not long
ago she’d been sweltering in the heat of the day. She dreaded the sting of the
spoon. She also dreaded to discover the purpose of the strange yellow object.

As
usual, Rick began by massaging her ass cheeks. He gave her a good scolding
about the importance of obedience and the hurtfulness of lies. Hot shame washed
over her as the scolding went on and on. Remorse swelled within her chest.

“You’ve
been a very, very naughty little girl, haven’t you, Sara?”

“Yes,
sir.”

Slap!
Slap! He laid into her with quick, stinging smacks that had her howling within
seconds. He covered the backs of her thighs, all the way to the center of her
bottom. Fire spread across her flesh, flaming more with each slap. Oh God, it
hurt. Sara couldn’t believe a hand spanking could hurt so much. He hadn’t even picked
up the spoon yet!

“Please,
Rick. I’m so sorry. I’ll never lie again. I sw – swear.”

Rick
ignored her pleas. He paused for a moment, but it was only to grab the spoon.
She squirmed as she realized his intent. Thwack! Thwack!

She
screamed and struggled, only for Rick to wrap one leg around hers to still her
kicking. She usually didn’t put up such a fight, but he usually didn’t spank so
hard either.

The
spoon fell and fell, crashing down on her bottom cheeks with fury. Just when
she didn’t think she could stand one more stroke, Rick paused. He rubbed her
backside as she sobbed into the covers, her back heaving as she lay over his
lap. Thank goodness it was over. She had survived.

Except
– oh no. He always punished her bottom hole after a spanking. She tensed in
expectation as he parted her cheeks. Air rushed against her intimate folds and
her tiny rosebud.

“Naughty
wives always get their assholes punished too, don’t they, Sara?”

She
swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”

The
yellow object appeared near her face. He held it there for a few seconds as she
stared at it in horror.

“This
is a ginger root. It’s freshly carved.”

“Um
. . . what is it for exactly?” She feared the answer to her question.

“It’s
called figging and it’s a very effective method of punishment. I’m going to
place it in your bottom hole and it’s going to sting. After it starts to sting,
you’ll receive ten strokes with the spoon.”

“Rick,
I – I’m scared. Please don’t. I swear I’ll never disobey you or lie again.”

He
rubbed her back. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then
trust me when I say you will get through this. Relax your bottom now.”

The
tip of the ginger root pressed to her opening. It didn’t burn as he inserted it
in her ass, but it did fill her up.

“I
carved it in the shape of a butt plug, as you could see. When the burn starts,
I’ll administer your final ten spanks.”

Sara
wasn’t sure whether she feared the imminent burn or the additional spanks she
had coming. She’d never heard of figging before, but she had no doubt it would
be an effective anal punishment. Rick was an efficient disciplinarian.