"I don't know..."
"Don't ever present a challenge that you are unwilling to follow through with. What happened to the bravado?"
"I, uh, I'm… well..."
"There will be nothing sexual about this particular spanking, Faith. It is merely an introduction to what you can expect if we date. No more stalling, " Donavon said firmly as he took hold of her wrist and led her gently over his long, muscular thighs. He placed his hand atop her cloth-covered bottom, allowing his fingers to rest naturally across the uplifted mounds.
"Any questions?" he asked, cupping her bottom in a protective manner before patting it gently.
"Is it going to hurt?"
"I promise you that I won't feel a thing." Donavon smiled, raising his arm. His palm fell in a loud crack as it contacted her backside, making Faith squeal with surprise. It stung, but it certainly was not dreadful. He smacked her again, causing her to wiggle.
"That's not too bad," she exclaimed, straining to look at him. "I could get used to this."
"Oh, baby, " Donavon tsked, clapping his hand across the crown of her bottom two more times, "this is not a spanking. This is merely a warm-up. Real spankings are to the bare bottom and, trust me, they are not something you will get used to easily. This is simply a warning of what to expect should you do anything foolish, like ride your bike without a helmet again."
Faith yelped as she felt him slide the back of her dress up past her hips. She tried to leave her position, only to discover his rock-like arm holding her securely in place. She shivered as his hand rested on her panty-clad posterior with his fingertips touching her bare flesh.
"I get the message, Donavon. You can let me go."
"I don't want to disappoint you, Faith. No, you need this."
The next blow was shocking, biting through her bottom like a hot branding iron. She yowled, pushing her hands against his legs and lifting up her chest and head in an attempt to sit up. A useless attempt, needless to say.
"Holy shit! That hurt!"
"And that was neither on the bare bottom nor anymore than 25% of my strength. Let's try another..."
"No! OW! Damn it, Donavon!"
"No more swearing, Faith. You are a lady and," he landed two more sharp swats on either sit spot, "ladies don't need to use profanity."
"Fuck that! Owowowow! Stop it," Faith demanded, trying to not to release the tears that threatened to spill.
"Slow learner, huh? No problem...."
"Don't!" Faith yelled out as she felt her panties being gently skimmed away from her flesh and lowered to her knees. His hand brushed across her bare skin before delivering a series of six searing blows. Faith ceased trying to hide her private regions and began kicking frantically to escape his punishing hand. If this was only a quarter of his strength.... "I'll behave! Crap, Donavon! I'll wear a helmet! I'll bake! Just stop!"
Donavan paused, rubbing his warm hand over the blushing cheeks of her derriere.
"You have got an adorable bottom, Faith. Don't be too well behaved, okay? You are a delight to spank."
"Please let me up," she sniffed, trying with difficulty to not burst into tears. Donavon silently slid her panties back over her glowing mounds and smoothed the dress down past her hips. He then lifted her from the face down placement on his lap to a more traditional sitting position, and wrapped his arms security around her.
Faith burst into tears, confused by the comfort, the sensation, the sense of safety and the desire to run like the wind. His hold prevented her from pursuing the latter, as did the kiss that followed.
His lips were warm and soft, molding around her mouth as though they were specifically designed with her in mind. She had been kissed before, but never had it tasted so sweet or produced the surge of need as Donavon's mouth did. Her mind swam with the thought of those lips over her body, suckling and caressing every inch of her being. She returned the embrace and felt him melt into her arms in return.
He was 'the one'. There was no doubt in her mind as he held her tightly against his body with secure possession. It was only a matter of time...
CHAPTER 3
MEMORIES... The Wedding
They were married three months later by the base chaplain. Both families converged in a loud disarray of celebration, banning the formalities of the occasion and focusing on the joy of merging two families together.
Faith was beside herself. She and Donavon had remained chaste during their courting and she had managed to avoid a repeat of the spanking she experienced on their first date. Tonight, however, things were to be different. Not only would she bed her new husband, but she was in store for a real spanking for becoming a 'bridezilla'.
She knew Donavon well enough to accept that no amount of cuteness would talk her out of this particular punishment. She had used her charms to escape several episodes prior to that, but this time she realized that she had no chance of him backing down. She had crossed the line of his patience when the 'pixie' exploded into a full-fledged temper tantrum and then defied his instructions to let it be.
There was no talking her down once she decided that the particular shade of lavender for the wedding party handkerchiefs was 'wrong', and Marcy called in for 'Naval' reinforcements. Donavon scowled, his arms crossed at his chest, as he watched his fiancée rant on about incompetence and stupidity. He cleared his throat, immediately gaining her attention.
Faith looked relieved, knowing he would understand the dilemma. "Don! Would you believe this? Of all the stupid...."
"Stop it, Faith."
"Stop what? These idiots fucked up the colors!"
"Marcy, would you please excuse us?" Donavon asked politely, his eyes not leaving Faith for a moment. The girl paled under his intense, dark-eyed gaze. It clearly spelled trouble.
"Sit down," he ordered, pointing to the bed. "Now exactly what is the problem?"
"Look!" she held up the squares of silk, "I order lavender! This is lilac!"
Donavon screwed his face, unable to see the difference between the patch of material she held in one hand and the color of the handkerchiefs in the other.
"I'm sorry, but I don't see any difference. Regardless, any difference would not be enough to warrant such a childish tantrum and swearing. We discussed this before, didn't we?"
"You don't understand! This is wrong!"
"Chill with the drama. The suppliers said the shades would be different because it is hand-dyed silk. Honestly, Faith, you are over-reacting."
"It is my wedding and I want lavender!" she screeched.
"It is OUR wedding and the color does not matter. I know you are nervous, baby, but there is no need for this display. I want you to stop it now."
"Fuck that. I am calling...."
"Faith, you are about to earn yourself a paddling. A real, honest to God spanking that will leave you unable to walk down the aisle without grimacing. Is that what you want? If so, you best understand that I am more than happy to give it to you here and now."
"But, Don..."
"No buts. One more sound and it will happen. I promise you."
Faith bit her lip, wanting to tell him exactly what she thought of his bossiness. He took her silence as compliance and kissed her. Of course, Faith could not let it rest and immediately called the company behind his back. The handkerchiefs were delivered the morning of the wedding and handed to the groom and the groomsmen as replacements for the original ones. That was when she received a call on her cell promising her that she would pay for her defiance later that evening.
"Not a sound, Faith," Donovan spoke with firm decisiveness, "you are going to be spanked soundly tonight for this. I can't start our life together with letting you disobey me. I love you and will see you in a few hours."
Most brides look forward to their honeymoon. Faith wished she were one of them. His promise loomed in the back of her mind as her father escorted her down the aisle. His words spun in her head as she exchanged her vows (not missing Donavon's raised eyebrow when she promise to honor and obe
y him). Her bottom tingled with a faint memory of her first, uncomfortable encounter with his palm during his possessive kiss sealing her as his wife. Faith's stomach churned with anticipation through the entire reception while she anxiously watched the clock. This gesture was noticed by everyone. Her brothers teased her mercilessly about wanting to jump Donavon's bones, her new brothers-in-law assured her that she was not missing anything of interest, her mother patted her shoulder and offered to talk about 'what to expect' (and was politely refused), and her father just scowled. Only Donavon knew that her real concerns were about the state of her bottom, not the loss of her virginity.
Midnight rolled around and the party finally began to come to a happy lull. After saying good-bye to their families, the new couple left to spend their first night together in their home before departing to Cancun the following day. Donavon buckled his wife in her seat in the car and sat behind the steering wheel, pausing to look at her.
"You are beautiful, Mrs. Fuller."
"Thanks. The wedding was incredible, wasn't it? Everything was perfect. I'm so tired..."
"I'm sure you are, but we have things to take care of tonight. Important things."
"Are you angry with me?" Faith asked nervously.
"Of course not. I suspected you had laid the issue to rest a little too easily. Oh, incidentally, here." He handed her a box and started the car. Faith frowned, lifting the lid. It was all the new handkerchiefs that she had ordered! She looked at him with horror.
"You didn't even notice that we wore the original ones, did you? All that fuss for nothing. I was thinking you might want to make a little quilt or something with these and put mine in the center," Donavon said humorously, handing her his monogramed hanky.
"Don, be reasonable. I was a nervous wreck and out of my mind with worry. The wedding, meeting your family, our wedding night..."
"Are you telling me to expect you to go nuts every time things don't go your way? "
"No, just..."
"I have let you weasel out of every spanking I've wanted to give you these last three months, but no more. You need me to be consistent and I promise you that I intend to do just that. Hey! Look what our brothers did!"
Faith stared at the yard that was artfully decorated in crepe paper, fold out wedding bells, white garlands and twinkling white lights. A large box wrapped in silver paper and a giant white bow sat in the doorway with a note to not open until morning. Donavon laughed, helping his nervous bride out of the car.
"We should be concerned about the contents of that box if my brothers were involved in it. They tend to be a little crude."
"Do they know I'm, you know, inexperienced?"
"I haven't said anything, but it would not make a difference. First, this is required," Donavon said, unlocking the door and kicking it open as he swept his new bride in his arms to carry her over the threshold. Faith giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him thoroughly as he carried her down the hall to their bedroom. Candles flickered everywhere, indicating that the women had been involved in preparing the house. Donavon set Faith atop the bed, not missing the giant plate of cookies next to the bottle of champagne.
"Your mom baked for me again. I guess she wants to keep me around." He laughed, unable to resist popping one into his mouth.
"Those are her energy bars. I suspect she had other ideas than to keep you hanging around her house."
He grinned, pouring her a glass of champagne. He brought it to her lips and kissed her forehead. "I'm going to go lock up and blow out some of these candles before the house catches on fire. Wait here for me."
Faith sat nervously on the bed, worrying the edge of her pale, ivory wedding gown as she listened to Donavon's movements around his house. THEIR house, she reminded herself. She lifted the flute and took a couple of sips, trying to dispel her nervous tension. She looked up into his handsome face as he joined her on the bed.
"I love you,," he said, cupping her cheek in his hand and stroking her lower lip with his thumb.
"I love you, too!" Faith nuzzled his palm and kissed it.
Donavon took the glass from her and set it on the nightstand, and then turned to capture her face in both his hands. He kissed her with firm confidence. "Try not to be nervous. I'll go very slow and gentle, okay?"
"So you aren't going to spank me? Thank God!"
"Says who? Obviously, you are more concerned about that aspect of the evening than about me making love to you." He was amused. "I was planning on disciplining you later, but since you brought it up, let's just get it over with. By the way, my brothers packed us some paddles, a strap and a cane. Guess they though I would have my hands full with you."
"They didn't! No, Don. Please, let's just forget about it. Chalk it up to momentary insanity," Faith pleaded as the big man stood and began to remove his tuxedo. She watched as he stripped to his trousers and socks, exposing his bare, upper body to her for the first time. Faith felt her mouth go characteristically dry as she studied his physique. His job required that he maintain himself in prime physical and mental condition, but she was not prepared to see the sharply defined muscles that resembled something carved from a marble sculpture. He was darkly tanned from hours spent swimming and running outdoors, and his smooth chest glimmered in the dim light. The broad, heavily muscled shoulders tapered to a slender waist that had not one ounce of fat around it. He literally rippled with movement.
"You look like you've seen a ghost, baby."
"Not at all. I just didn't know I hit the jackpot. Oh, My God, you are... wow," Faith stammered.
Donavon flexed a muscle for her with a boyish grin. "This is why I didn't want you to see me naked before you married me. You would have wanted me for my body and not my brains."
"Seriously? I thought I was the humble one!" Faith giggled, relaxing as he posed for her. "You are such a nut. Let me guess. Your brothers used to do this with each other."
"Yup. It became quite the contest. All us boys are pretty big. Pop said it was lumberjack stock. Add testosterone to the mix and a little high school wrestling, and you get the picture."
"Your house must have been a zoo."
"It still is. Your turn, now."
"Don't you wanna unwrap the package?" Faith asked nervously.
"Nope. I wanna watch you. Set your own pace."
"Do you have some kinky tendencies I should know about?"
"Heck yeah, but you'll learn all about them in time." Donavon laughed, gesturing to the center of the room.
Faith stood on shaky legs and turned her back to him for the unbuttoning of the gown. Her skin shivered as she felt his fingers brush her, and she groaned as he kissed the back of her neck before he returned to his place on the bed. Faith felt the heat rise as she slipped the dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She stood before him in a tiny white camisole, thigh high stockings with a garter belt, lacy bikini panties and high-heeled pale ivory shoes.
"Don't. Not yet," he said, lifting his hand in the air before she began to remove the chemise. "Come to me."
Faith obeyed, walking into his open arms and meeting his lips. Donavon traced his hand down the length of her body until he reached her bottom, which he cupped firmly in both hands.
"This is mine now," he whispered in her ear before grazing the side of her neck with his teeth. "Let's take care of business."
"What?" Faith gasped, pulling away. "This is not very romantic, you know."
"It depends on the perspective." He sat and patted his thigh. "From my view, it is delightful. First rule of punishment, darling. Be quick to mind me. It will always go better for you than if you don't."
"I don't think I am going to like this part of our marriage very much." Faith pouted, lowering herself reluctantly over his lap and grabbing his calves to keep from falling forward.
"There will be plenty of times you will like it just fine. Tonight, though, won't be one of them," Donavon announced, deftly peeling the scant lace panty from her bottom and pullin
g it down to her ankles. He ran his hand over the pale flesh framed by the white stockings and garter belt, commenting on her smoothness and how lovely she would be once that milky whiteness turned a lovely shade of red. He could see the glistening of her body between her legs, the sign of desire clearly shining through the soft, pink lips. With a deep sigh, his palm rose and suspended in mid air before plummeting upon the quivering protrusion of her delectable back end.
"Ow!" Faith called out, her fingers digging into his leg. "Oh, Lord! Don!"
"Uh huh," Donavon muttered, smacking the other side with vigor. "It seems like I am getting your attention. You are gonna learn to listen to me a bit more carefully in the future, aren't you, my love?"
"Yesssssss," Faith yelped, reaching back to protect herself.
"Nope, that is not going to happen," Donavon said calmly, capturing her wrist and holding it easily to her lower back as he continued to lay spank after spank upon the quickly warming skin. "Where do you think you are going?"
Faith's legs were scissoring wildly, her modesty forgotten (as well as her shoes) as she attempted escape from her new husband's right hand. A sob caught in her throat as Donavon smacked her bottom another ten times in rapid progression, each blow landing squarely over the tender swell of her under-curve.
"I'm sooooory!" she wept. "I'll listen better. I prooooomise."
"Are we ever going to have a repeat of this incident, darling? Are you learning that when I say no to something, I am serious about it, and that it is not a license to sneak around and do it anyway? "
"Yesyesyes! I'm sorry, Don! I'll be good. No more doing things behind your back, I swear," Faith cried.
"Do you also understand that I am going incredibly easy on your bottom because I don't want you to be distracted from our wedding night?"
"This is easy? Oh, my God...."
Donavon chuckled at the despair in her voice as he proceeded to redden her backside with a final ten, loud swats. The white garter belt and thigh high hosiery outlined the glowing, red target of his discipline. He ran his hand gently over the hot skin and down the backs of her thighs. She was unaware of the wetness seeping onto his leg, or how her freshly shaved, virgin womanhood beckoned to him.
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