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Blushing Bride by Emma Blue,
spanking
This husband is determined to
start out their marriage the right way, even if it means giving
his 'bitchy' new bride a good spanking before they're wed!
Copyright (c)
2005 by Emma Blue, all rights reserved, not for sale
It was their wedding day. She looked
beautiful in the long white dress and veil. The short, lacy
sleeves only emphasized her creamy, soft upper arms, and the
bodice was cut low and tight in front, forcing her breasts to
mound above and barely kept her nipples hidden. The waist was
tightly cinched, and the skirt flowed from there out over her
hips and round bottom. She looked tempting and radiant. He was
salivating, imagining doing nasty things.
He had told her that a friend would take some special, private
wedding pictures as a gift, and it was time to go. She
innocently smiled at him, which contrasted with her ill mood of
the past couple of days. She didn’t handle stress well, and had
been making his and others’ lives miserable as details were
worked out. Now she was happy, but he planned to teach her a
lesson before the marriage even began.
His country home was being given the finishing touches as he
helped Sarah into the passenger seat of his car, and drove the
mile or so to a small building that had been used by his father
for writing and solitary quiet. She was curious, but indulgent.
Another car was parked there; the photographer, she assumed.
And, yes, the camera was set up, aimed at the area where she
would stand in front of a pale green backdrop and a few artfully
placed plants. The male photographer was quiet and serious; not
someone she had met before, though that wasn’t surprising. She
arranged herself and posed.
The photographer stared at her, waiting. Her husband-to-be
leaned against the back wall, smiling at her. She looked at him
inquiringly. “I’m ready. We should go ahead so we’re not late.”
Still smiling, he said pleasantly, “You know, these last few
days have been hell, and not just for me. You’ve been a regular
bitch!”
She was irritated. “Well, this isn’t exactly the time to talk
about it, is it? Let’s get the pictures done.”
He walked over to her. “I think this is the perfect time. Before
we’re officially married, I want to remind you of a few things,
the most important being that I’m not willing to be treated like
your slave. And you’ve been rude to everyone who’s been trying
to help with this wedding. You have a bad temper and you’ve been
acting spoiled! That’s got to stop.
“So, my friend here is going to help me impress upon you the
importance of treating your husband and others around you with
courtesy.”
He reached down and slowly pulled the dress’s skirt up. She
protested and moved to stop him, but he grabbed her wrist, and
said, “No,” in the firmest voice she’d ever heard him use. She
gasped, and also felt the tiniest thrill inside her breast. She
took her hand away. He continued to pull the skirt up so she was
completely on display below her waist, and said, “Hold this;
keep it right here.” She glanced at the photographer. He looked
a little stern, examining her body, his gaze moving slowly up
and down. She flushed. She was wearing white sheer bikini
panties and thigh-high sheer white stockings, and had shaved her
pussy, so that when she walked, the slick material slipped back
and forth on her smooth skin and felt delicious. She knew they
could see her pussy lips clearly through the thin material. Jeff
started pulling her panties down over her hips. She protested,
but one look from him stopped her. He watched her as he slid
them further down her thighs, all the way to her ankles,
gesturing for her to continue holding the skirt high above her
waist, and then for her to step out of the panties. The
photographer’s eyes were on her pussy, and she was acutely aware
that she was starting to get wet. “ Now turn around.” She did,
slowly, looking back at them and arching her back as Jeff
arranged her skirts up over her bottom so that it was completely
exposed. She felt another thrill as she met the photographer’s
eyes. “Here, lean over a bit. Let me fix the dress.” As he made
sure the dress wouldn’t be crushed, she bent forward slightly at
the waist, resting her elbows on a convenient surface there,
arched her back even more, and stuck out her bare bottom,
looking back toward the men. “Spread your legs. There. That’s
perfect.”
“Jeff,” she giggled nervously, “you’re not going to take
pictures of me like this!”
He was silent, moving back to his place behind the photographer
and leaning against the wall.
The “photographer” walked slowly and deliberately over, and she
saw there was something in his hand. A paddle; it looked like
leather. Then she panicked. “No, not now. You said someday, but
not now! It’s our wedding!” No response.
The man had well-groomed, capable-looking hands. He stroked her
bare bottom softly, and she flinched. He stroked up and down
several times, feeling the shape of her ass, and she gradually
relaxed, though she felt mortified. He slapped her gently. She
gasped. Slapped her several times, still gently, varying the
place on her bottom, sometimes low near her pussy. It felt good;
she actually made a little moaning sound, and silenced it,
hoping they hadn’t noticed, but very sure they had. She hoped
her juices wouldn’t trickle down her leg so they would see. It
was one thing to endure this, and on her wedding day, but she
wouldn’t give Jeff the satisfaction of getting off on it!!
Whack! He slapped her hard, and she cried out in surprise. She
glanced at Jeff, but he had that dark look in his eyes; he was
turned on, so no help there. Whack! Over and over now, the man
was spanking her ass.
Jeff could see the creamy white starting to turn pink. And he
could feel his cock stiffening. She looked so hot! The man was
systematic: he covered every inch of her ass with stinging
slaps. He was a professional, which was why Jeff had hired him.
Then he started using the leather paddle. The sound was
different, not as sharp, more muted, but he was wielding it with
more and more force. Emma started crying, begging him to stop.
“I recommend that you stop crying. You don’t want to spoil your
face right before the wedding,” her husband said gently. “But
you don’t have to worry about being loud. No one will hear but
us.”
She gripped the table and tried to hold back the tears, sobbing
and hiccupping, crying out every time the paddle hit. Jeff
wasn’t worried about her being hurt; he knew the man would be
careful, and he also knew that Sarah had been dreaming about
being thoroughly spanked for a long time. He loved to hear her
being so out of control, unable to stifle her reactions. The
spanking continued, with varying strokes now: some almost
gentle, then a couple of hard ones when she had relaxed a
little. Her round bottom was bright red. The man stopped and
stepped away.
Jeff went to her, rubbed her trembling, swollen bottom gently to
soothe the pain, and kissed her. She looked up: tears in her
eyes, but make-up intact. He smiled.
“What did you think? Can you mind your manners more now?”
She nodded, sniffing. As she looked sideways at him, he kissed
her gently, then more urgently, probing her mouth with his
tongue, rubbing her bottom and moving his hand between her
cheeks to her pussy, which he found was dripping wet.
He laughed. “I thought you’d like this.”
She pouted. “It hurt! And my bottom is so hot!” Then she
whispered, “And it made me so horny and wet.” He turned her
around to face him. She leaned back slightly while he spread her
legs and parted her pussy lips to reveal the juices glistening
there. He knelt and, keeping her legs spread, licked between the
lips. She jerked and moaned. He probed with his tongue, eating
her out and working her clit. She was wiggling under him and
making very unladylike noises, trying desperately to keep her
skirt from any damage. He pushed two fingers into her pussy, and
looked back at the man. “Are you getting this?”
“He’s taking pictures?”
“Of course. We came here for pictures, didn’t we?” He
finger-fucked her, slowly and deep, then faster, displaying her
for the camera all the while. She made a lot of noise, though
she was most embarrassed when she inadvertently made a little
mew sound, like a kitten. It seemed so nasty and out of control,
which was what she was feeling right then. She spread her legs
wider, and he could just imagine the picture she made in her
wedding dress with her pussy exposed for everyone to see, her
face in an expression of wanton ecstasy. He wanted her mouth on
his very hard cock, but knew her dress might not survive that.
He turned her around again. Her bottom was still red. He kissed
it, slapped it gently a little, and with his other hand, pulled
something from his pocket, which he rubbed along her wet clit.
It felt cool and smooth. When he touched the wet tip of it to
her pink, puckered asshole, she realized what it was.
Indignantly, she tried to push him away, but he was too strong.
He pushed the tip of the plug until it just barely went inside
her tight ass, pulled it out slowly, then in small increments
pushed it a little deeper each time before pulling it out, until
he was pushing it all the way in her ass. She was starting to
buck her hips, crying out.
“Do you like it?” he murmured.
“Yes!” she cried out.
“Next time it’ll be my cock. Would you like that?”
“I think so. . . .Yes!” He pushed in and out while rubbing her
clit with the other hand.
“’Please’ would be nice.”
“Yes, please,” she gasped. She was going wild, and her juices
were flowing freely. Finally, as he pushed it in one more time
and rubbed quick circles on her clit, she shuddered and cried
out with her orgasm, convulsing her hips several times before
gradually becoming still, panting.
Jeff stood up and walked to a nearby sink to wash up. She was
still. “Aren’t you going to take it out?” she asked timidly.
“No, it stays in until after the ceremony.” She blushed and
tried to arrange her skirts with shaking hands.
“Can I have my panties?”
“No. Did you get it all on camera?” The photographer nodded.
“And the video camera was rolling, too? Good. Ready to go,
Sarah?”
She nodded demurely.
Later at the wedding ceremony, people couldn’t say enough about
how radiant the bride was. How pink her cheeks were (Little did
they know!). How much in love the couple seemed. At one point in
the ceremony, after she repeated the vow of “honoring her
husband,” she seemed to whisper in his ear. What they didn’t see
was that she stuck her tongue in his ear and then nipped his
earlobe. But they saw him smile and he caressed her bottom with
one hand.
“Lucky bastard,” his friends said.
Later at the reception, Sarah appeared in a strapless white
cocktail dress that was again very low-cut, tightly cinching her
waist and forcing her breasts together for maximum cleavage. Her
white heels caused her small feet to arch on tiptoe as high as
they would go, and their leather straps, which fastened around
her ankles, matched a white leather choker that was around her
neck. She walked gracefully up to Jeff and his friends, who were
talking animatedly. When he didn’t immediately acknowledge her,
she snapped, “Jeff!” and “Stop talking, and kiss me!”
“You’re being rude, Darling. One minute.”
“You’re supposed to pay attention to ME? Get me a drink.”
Jeff turned and looked at her silently. “You’ll regret that.”
And walked away to the bar.
The party was going well. She wasn’t hungry, and wandered
around, chatting with guests. She noticed that every now and
then one of the men would give her a very penetrating, odd look.
She would check to see if a nipple had popped out of her dress,
but never saw anything out of the ordinary. Later in the
evening, after a couple of men had smiled at her, staring, she
mentioned it to Jeff. “What’s going on? Is my dress on
backwards? I keep getting weird looks from some of the men
here.”
Jeff smiled. “Come with me.” She followed him upstairs to a room
that he had to unlock before entering. She saw a darkened room
with a flickering light that seemed to come from the side; when
she went in, she realized that there was a big-screen TV in the
room, and several men were lounging in chairs.
“Aaaahh . . . .” Whack! “Aaaaaahhhh!” She turned quickly to see
the screen, and there she was in her wedding dress, having her
bare bottom spanked by the anonymous photographer for all these
men to see.
“What?! How DARE you! Turn it off!” The men looked at her,
appraisingly. Jeff gripped her arm.
“You embarrassed me in front of my friends at the reception.
Obviously, you didn’t learn the lesson, so this is the
consequence.”
“So . . .THIS is why I’ve been getting funny looks? How many men
have seen it?
Jeff. . .” She started to cry.
“Don’t worry, Honey. I’ve only shown my closest friends who
understand and appreciate this kind of thing. I can trust them
not to breathe a word. Why do you think I locked the door? I
will say it has been a very appreciative audience. You’ve gained
some ardent admirers.”
She turned to walk out. “Wait. I do have something else to show
you. A gift. This is as good a time as any.” He led her out,
locked the door, then went to the bedroom they were using; after
stepping aside so she could enter, he walked in, turned, and
locked this door as well. She registered the sound of the lock,
but her attention was taken by something new in the room: some
kind of chair or bench.
“What is this?”
“I’ll show you. Let’s get your dress off first.” Her pulse
quickened. He unzipped her, and helped her out of the dress.
“Leave the rest on.” Which left her with the collar around her
neck, a white lacy garter belt with white sheer stockings, and
the high heels. She hadn’t been wearing panties, and her bare
pussy was beautifully framed by the garter belt. The soft mounds
of her breasts contrasted with the hard and erect nipples. He
gestured to the divided padded “seat” of the chair.
“Kneel here with one leg on each pad, and then lean forward.”
She placed one knee on the left pad and then her right knee on
the other, which spread her legs apart because of the space
between them. She leaned forward against the padded roll, arched
her back, and stuck out her bottom. The roll was long enough so
she could rest her elbows. Jeff stepped back and studied her.
“Now this is a pretty picture. Are you comfortable?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Good.” As he stepped around to face her, he unzipped his pants,
pulled out his hard cock, and began to slowly stroke it. She
looked up at him and smiled, and as he turned to face her,
reached out her hand to grasp him and pull him toward her. She
was just the right height as she leaned forward, bottom up, and
took him all the way into her warm, wet mouth, deeply sucking
him and then licking around the head before sucking him in
again. He groaned and started pumping, slowly fucking her in the
mouth, taking his time. She was wanton about it, using her hands
to stroke whatever part of him wasn’t plunging past her lips,
stroking his balls, making wet, slurping noises, looking up at
him coyly. He loved to see her pretty face, as her red lips were
stretched around his big, hard cock. It made him even harder to
see the shape of his cock running down the inside of her cheek.
He reached under with both hands to play with her nipples. She
had the most sensitive nipples of any woman he’d ever known;
playing with them would make her wiggle and moan, and the juices
would start flowing out of her. She loved it, and he could play
with her for hours without her being ready to stop. He massaged
the hard nubs, rubbing each between two fingers . . . her breath
quickened . . . he gradually rubbed a little harder, pinching
gently, and she moaned. Finally, he pulled his cock out of her
mouth, and pinched her nipples hard, while kissing her gently
and deep.
Walking around behind her, he pressed her further forward so her
bottom was as accessible as possible. He reached between her
pussy lips, felt the slick wet, then smacked her on the bottom
with his hand. “Oooohhhh,” she said.
“You like that a lot, don’t you? I knew you would.” He slapped
her again on the other cheek. She flinched, but moaned. He
slapped her more; methodically covering her entire ass, just
like before; sometimes softly, then a very hard spank here and
there to startle her. She was leaning way over the padded roll
now, gripping it tightly with her hands, breathing hard. Her ass
was pink and getting pinker by the minute. He could see the
marks of his hand against the whiteness of her skin. He stroked
his cock with his other hand; continued to slap her ass, over
and over and over. She was crying out, sobbing a little. He
stopped and let her catch her breath; then reached over to the
dresser for a paddle, this one made out of polished wood. “Are
you ready?”
“Yes . . . . Spank me, Jeff.” He swatted her with the paddle. “Aaaahhhh!”
“That’s a sharper feeling, isn’t it? We’ll try this for a bit.
You can see what you like best, the hand, the leather paddle, or
this one.” He proceeded to spank her ass, especially down low
near her pussy. She was going crazy now, wiggling all over, and
begging him to stop. “Be sure to stay on the pads. I have
restraints that will help you control yourself, but I’d rather
you kept still on your own.”
She quieted a little, or at least maintained the position. He
spanked her some more. The really hard blows were far apart for
now; he interspersed them with lighter ones and some rubbing
with his other hand. He wanted to give her a chance to work her
way into the more intense spanking as time went on.
When he stopped, she was limp. He raised her chin; tears were
running down her cheeks, but she managed to smile at him and
raise herself up. He gently massaged her bright red bottom as he
went around behind her, and pushed his swollen cock deep into
her pussy. She moaned loudly. “Yes, please fuck me, and please
make me come.” Her pussy had never felt so wet before. He pumped
into her; fucked her hard. She arched her back; cried out. He
pulled back on her hair, and thrust quickly and hard. He could
feel himself coming, pulled out, and shot all over her pretty,
red ass. She was urgently fingering her pussy, and started
bucking with her own orgasm right after he came.
When they both were quiet, he stepped back, and they gazed at
each other. She held her position on the chair: stocking-covered
legs spread apart, exposing her glistening pussy; back arched
with her bare red bottom pushed up. The difference now: his come
all over her ass and up her back; her flushed face looking back
at him with a little smile.
“Thank you for my gift,” she whispered.
“My pleasure.” He reached for a camera. This shot would be the
perfect mate to the one in her wedding dress.
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