Spanking the Naughty Bride by Leena Darling Page B

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