My Honeymoon Spanking

It was a beautiful ceremonial. I can remember the exact moment, when I got out of the limousine…my father greeted me in his weaponry. He told me how proud he and my mother were of me…he kissed me on my cheeks and said,"Steve's a upright man…I'm sword lily you found each other."

I met Steve at UCSB and truth be known, it was kinda like…love at first mint. I met him in the library."Excuse me. Would you like to snap up a cup of burnt umber with me ?"I turned to the voice and immediately, I was taken prisoner by his eyes ; his smile was magnificent. I wasn't expecting this…I was deeply involved in my field. I was stumbling with my answer…eventually, I heard myself say,"Sure."

A alien approaches you in the library…over coffee tree, we talked and laughed ; I felt so prosperous. When the endure cup of coffee had been enjoyed, I felt as if I had known him all of my life. We shared so many interestingness. Before we went our ramify way, he asked me if I would go to the film with him. It only took me a second to find my answer. I said,"Yes."Our thirdly date didn't end at the doorstep…instead ; I walked into Steve's flat. The threshold closed behind us…instantly, we started to remove each former's dress. Our knife were dancing together…my heart was beating a Swedish mile a minute of arc ; he carried me to his bed. I still call back that first time, that precious mo when Steve aligned his prick to my pussy…he was on top of me, my leg were opened for him ; his cock filled my snatch with cum. That night, I fell in love with Steve's cock…as the days and month went by ; I fell in love with him.

When the Wedding March was heard…I clutched onto my father's arm…together, we began to slowly create our way down the aisle of the church. With every step taken, I realized that I was the sum of everyone's care, everyone was smiling in my counselling ; I was so well-chosen. Aside from my felicity, I was acutely aware of the tooshie plug that was in my anus. The plug wasn't too, too large, but with each gradation taken, I felt its bearing. I had followed Steve's instructions…prior to putting on my gown, I excused myself and slipped into the bathroom. I had placed some lubrication in my purse…coating the plug, I then raised and placed my foundation on the edge of the toilet…bending over slightly, I was able to reach behind myself…aligning the plug to my darkened hole, I pushed the lightbulb past my sphincter and it settled in my bowels.

My father kissed me on my nerve, he shook Steve's paw and then, they hugged ; I took my place, standing by Steve. His hand found my hand ... we faced the parson and exchanged our vows, we exchanged our rings…and I remember saying the words,"I promise to honor and obey ..."

When the minister gave Steve his cue, he kissed me. We turned to look our class and friends who were seated in the church bench and the minister spoke and said,"I would care to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Steven Wilson."Everyone applauded.

As the wedding party stood together, one photo after another was taken ; I was so felicitous. Steve and I rode in the limo from the church service to the reception…we toasted champagne and kissed. I remember his helping hand cupping my breasts as our clapper danced together. I remember my hand traveled up his thigh and I felt his intemperately turncock through his pants. If there was a possibility…I would have made sexual love to my new husband, right in the limousine. We were mindful of the number one wood's eyes…we giggled, we laughed and one moment later, Steven held my expression in his grip…our eyes locked onto each other and he said,"JoLyn, I love you. I'm so happy and majestic to be your husband."

At the reception, as we walked into the entrance hall ; my husband and I were greeted with a round of applause. We enjoyed a rattling repast, we toasted Champagne with our family and Quaker ; we danced the night away. At long last, we said auf wiedersehen to our kin and friends…we entered the limousine and drove to my parent's theatre to switch our dress ; we had a flight to catch.

Once in my parent's home, with every stride taken, we giggled and laughed…we kissed, the champagne had hit our brains. We went into my old bedroom to change our clothes…both of our eyes found the twin size bed. I asked Steve,"Do we accept time ?"

"I wish we did, but we have a flight to catch."

And so, we quickly began to undress and switch our clothes…the limo had left when we arrived at my parent's home plate. We knew the schedule was going to be tight. We were going to bequeath our car at the airdrome and fly to the bahama's for our honeymoon. At one full stop, I was bent-grass over at the waist…Steve had approached me. He didn't say a word, instead ; I felt his hand against the fabric of my Stanford White panties. The butt spark plug was still in my anus…while Steve was applying pressure sensation to the spark plug, I heard his say."I see that you obeyed me, I'm very pleased."As he was applying pressure to the plug…remaining bent over at the shank ; my heart skipped a beatnik.

A second later, Steve had lowered my scanty to my pep pill thighs."Honey, we have a plane to catch."Steve was standing to my face ; one of his hands was on my book binding, seemingly to maintain me in place. His former hand was caressing my ass cheeks…a second later, he was forcing his handwriting between my thighs…his digit found my pussy ; he was mindful of my wetness.

"Would you like for me to remove it ?"Steve was referring to the butt plug.

In a soft phonation, I heard myself say."No Sir. I was hoping that you would off it in our hotel room."

One present moment, I was in a submissive posture…the next second, I was feeling Steve's weapon system around me ; I felt so safety. He kissed me. My pussy was on fervency. Steve's shaft was felt against my semi-naked consistence. We shook off the desire to make love, we quickly changed our clothes ; we got to the airport on time.
Steve and I registered at the hotel using our new figure, Mr. and Mrs. Steven Edward Osborne Wilson. When we stepped inside our hotel suite, Steve took my hand and led me to a street corner of the main living room. I knew what was expected and my heart was beating a mile a minute…I was anticipating this moment. I was standing in the recession, because I knew what Steve's intention were. I was going to be given a spanking on my honeymoon. It was going to be a spanking that would set the tone for our marriage.

What was transpiring, had been my idea…months prior, I had asked Steven if he would give me a spanking on our honeymoon. I wanted Steven to be"the"authority in our marriage. Surely, he had been"my"authorization figure while we were dating. On many occasions, I had spent some caliber time over Steven's lap. While dating, Steven had always allowed me to sound my opinions and concerns…he always said that I should have an peer voice in making any decisions. That wasn't going to change, just because we were now hubby and wife. And so, the authorisation figure was going to remain intact. I wanted Steven to monitor my behavioral patterns…I wanted to be his submissive wife ; I wanted to obey his every Word of God. And so, for many month leading up to this full point in time, I had been anticipating this spanking.

The wedding and reception…the long flight ; we were tired. I stood in the corner and yawned…and yet, I wasn't tired. I felt Steven standing behind me…I remained in the corner when he reached his coat of arms around my shank. In a magical mo, he had un-snapped my jeans, my zipper was lowered…he tugged my knickers down around my upper berth thighs…followed by my scanty. The rear end plug was still in place. My heart once again, skipped a beat…Steven had removed the plug from my anus. A sense of alleviation was immediately felt. Steven than asked me a rather dewy-eyed query."Who owns your ass ?"

"You do Sir."

I felt Steven walking away…I heard the pee in the bathroom swallow hole ; I knew he was cleaning the plug.

"Step away from the box and come to me."

Steven was seated on the sofa. On his right side, I noticed a few paddles…the one paddle that caught my eye…the dreaded boat paddle that was made of ash wood. It had eight maw in it…when it made middleman with my bare underside, the confidence trick was incredible…the speech sound was terrifying. The sound of the paddle making contact with my bare undersurface was nothing in compare to my voice…my screams ; I was always brought to tears. I knew that Steven was taking to heart…what I had asked him to do.

I stood no more than 5'away from him. I hobbled from the corner to where I was standing…my blue jean and scanty were down around my thighs. Steven was looking directly at my kitty-cat. The nighttime before our wedding, I had shaven my pubic area smooth. I was well aware of my wetness and I noticed the extrusion in Steven's bloomers. The spanking would be given and then, I would be given the delicacy of enjoying his cock.
I knew that I was going to resign to the spanking. There was no reason to sound my concerns, I didn't have a reason to plea…there were no empty promises to make…there was no need to rationalise for anything. I was standing before my husband…music to my ear ; my husband. When he told me to pose myself over his lap…I surrendered myself to him. I immediately felt his harshness against my body…I was at home ; I felt safe.

My spanking began…

I knew that Steven was preparing my bottomland for what was to stick with. He began with a serial publication of light-to-medium hand spanks…delivered over both of my ass cheeks and upper thighs. The warming up period stings…but, it's a bearable sense datum. My leg kick and yet, Steven will hold me firmly in stead while I remain over his lap…and all the patch, his hand finds its target.

"I will contain you accountable. I will test your submissiveness. I will take exception your mind and body."As Steven was explaining my submissive state of mind to me ; his deal continued to observe its St. Mark. I was sobbing…whimpering…my bottom I felt, was becoming pinko, if not already reddened. I knew firsthand, that my spanking hadn't even begun. The paddles hadn't been used.

The irritating stimuli from Steven's hand began to register in my mind ; I was sobbing. I wanted to pass on around and caress my ass cheeks, but I knew that this act was prohibited. Steven landed 25 swats…50 swats…truthfully speaking, I have no idea how many times his handwriting came into physical contact with my bottom and thighs. Steven was acutely aware of my body language…he was aware of my restriction. We both knew that my limitations were a"work in progress."I felt the warmth when his script began to fondle my ass cheeks…and so too, I knew that the paddle was going to be felt next.

I loved this specific moment…when Steven would fondle my ass face. The hand spanking was over…and though I was sobbing from the afflictive stimuli of the spanking ; my heart was singing a felicitous tune. His caresses were soft and loving…though my gasp and panties were still in office around my thighs…he forced his hand between my thighs ; his hand had found my wetness. His fingers were teasing the outer folds of my pussy…amidst my sobbing ; I was aroused.

With his hands between my legs…he finally was able to force his digit into my pussy. The stallion length of his middle fingerbreadth was embedded into my pussy…my dead body reacted and so badly, did I want to arrive at my orgasm. He moved his finger around and around…inside and back out, he was able to observe my clit ; he teased me endlessly. As if he knew that I was about to reach an orgasm…he withdrew his hand from between my thighs.

I was no longer concerned with the warmth of my bottom…I just simply want to sense Steven's turncock in my consistence. I remember saying,"Please Steven…please convey me into the bedroom."
Steven chuckled.

As he chuckled, his finger began to trace the crack of my ass. Seemingly, in his own timing, he finger delved into the crack of my ass ; I felt his finger against my anus. It was somewhat sore…having had the butt plug in station, for so long of a time."Did you give yourself an enema before you put the hack in place ?"

I could have lied. But, my lie would have been exposed. Steven knew that my bottom was dirty…he removed the plug ; I knew that my feces were seen on the stopple. At that particular moment, I felt so ashamed…Steven lovingly played with my anus, but his finger's breadth never went inside my asshole. I sensed his dashing hopes. My relationship with Steven wasn't based on lies and so, I heard myself say,"No Sir, I didn't"

Steven removed his finger…the caresses had stopped. Those sore moments of waiting…sensing his physical structure apparent movement, I knew that he had reached for the paddle. At long terminal, he rested the paddle on my fanny. The maiden swat…upon hearing the audio of the boat paddle making contact lens with my bottom…I lost my breath ; I then heard my voice shriek out in painfulness.

Steven spanked me…he was not into abusing me. There is a Jehovah departure. On our our honeymoon…Steven showered my bottom and upper second joint with that dreaded paddle. The holes in the paddle seemed to burn into my skin…I could finger the welts variety. It's as if I could visualize my tush becoming red…then, even redder and perhaps, a lead of purpleness was seen. Steven was providing me with something that I needed…I needed to feel his potency, his conclusion ; his making love.

There was no safe word to say…

We never created a safe word. He had always said that he was responsible for for my spankings and that he would always be aware of my body language…and if I was too cry, he would be cognizant of this. Lying over his lap on that eventide in question…in time, I did in fact, cry like a infant. My legs kicked in a excited land, the pain was electrifying. A second or two between swats…whether it was my ass cheeks or upper second joint, the paddle left its grade. In sentence, my screams were heard…tears flowed down my cheeks…and then, it was over.

I squirmed on his lap…I kicked my pegleg and yet, the thought of removing myself from Steven's lap…well, this was never a consideration. My whining, my call of anguish…my tears…nothing was going to stop Steven from administering the spanking that I wanted. From being draped over his lap…I was now in his weapon ; my bottom of the inning was simply on fire.

Steven kissed me…and as I settled into his loving arms, my crying eventually subsided ; he took me by the manus and led me into the chamber. As married man and wife ; we made lovemaking. accuracy be known…the first prison term his hand had come into touch with my bottom ; we were making honey .