Spanking the Naughty Bride

by Leena Darling

  Spanking the Naughty Bride

  by Leena Darling

  featuring:

  Wedding Night Spanking

  Honeymoon Spanking

  Newlywed Spanking

  Anniversary Spanking

  Copyright 2013 by Leena Darling

  All rights reserved

  No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Leena Darling. Contact: authorleenadarling@gmail.com

  This book is an erotica romance intended for mature readers 18+. Any resemblance to persons, places, or brands is coincidental and part of the author’s imagination

  Table of Contents

  Wedding Night Spanking

  Honeymoon Spanking

  Newlywed Spanking

  Anniversary Spanking

  Wedding Night Spanking

  The wind blew through Sara’s long auburn hair as the convertible sped down the highway. Excitement fluttered in her stomach each time she looked at her husband, Rick, in the driver’s seat. They were on their way to their honeymoon destination, a secluded oceanfront bungalow, where they would spend the next two weeks. She sighed, and the soft noise was swallowed by the wind. She still couldn’t believe her wedding day had arrived. And what a day it had been.

  Perfect. Absolutely perfect, from the dress to the cake to the music. She stole another glance at Rick. Oh my. He sported a five O’clock shadow on his strong jaw, and Sara longed to rub her cheek against his. Preferably while in bed and in the midst of other…activities.

  They arrived at the bungalow in the early evening as the sun set. Anxious to stretch her legs after the four hour drive, Sara reached for her door – only for Rick to grab her arm. He raised one dark eyebrow and leaned close.

  “You know my rules, young lady. When I’m with you, I open the doors and you walk through them like a proper lady. None of this opening your own door stuff, especially on our honeymoon.”

  Warmth flooded her pussy at his words. He was intimidating when he scolded her. She flushed as he released her and rounded the car to open her door. She stepped out and peered up at him, spellbound by his authority. Young lady. Oh how she ached with need when he talked like that.

  “Um, I’m sorry,” she said, pulling her purse over her shoulder.

  He trailed a finger down her cheek, all way down to the swell of her breasts. “I hope you’re sorry, because if you weren’t, I’d have to give you extra spanks tonight.”

  Sara sucked in a quick breath and backed away until her legs hit the car. “Ha ha, very funny. Like I would really let you spank me. You’re a pervert.”

  He remained silent as he guided her inside the bungalow. They turned on all the lights on the first level, and he suggested she open the back windows to get the air flowing while he carried in their suitcases. Although Sara thought it silly that he wouldn’t allow her to carry in her own bags, she did as he asked. Arguing with Rick never got her anywhere. The man was stubborn with a capital S.

  And bossy. God, was he bossy. She thought of his most recent threat to spank her. Would he really? She gulped as she recalled all their brief conversations on the subject. Yes, he’d told her that he would wear the pants in their marriage. Sara loved him and she wanted to be a good wife, so she had agreed to his terms. But would he really try to spank her if she misbehaved?

  The man was terribly old-fashioned. That was for sure. He’d even been hesitant to sleep with Sara before their wedding, but she’d tempted him past the point of no return one night by wearing a short skirt not long after their engagement. “I don’t know whether to spank you or have my way with you,” he’d said. She shivered in delight at the memory.

  Rick’s heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Sara went up to meet him after opening the last window. Already the house was cooling down, and the sound of the ocean entered with the breeze.

  Sara frowned at Rick when she entered the bedroom. “Why are you unpacking right now?” she asked, moving toward the king size bed. She hopped on it and spread her arms and legs out, thrusting her chest up slightly. A smile spread across her lips. “We can unpack tomorrow. Right now the only thing I want to do is break my husband in.”

  His head shot up, and he dropped the shirt he’d pulled from his suitcase. He stalked to her, eyes dark and his expression unfathomable. “Actually, wife, it’ll be me breaking you in tonight.”

  “Oh really?” She groped her left breast, giving it a little squeeze while he watched.

  He sank down on the bed. “Come sit in my lap. I want to talk to you.” His tone was serious, and a sense of foreboding fell over Sara like a shadow. Had she done something wrong?

  She sat on his lap, enjoying the feel of his arms around her as she breathed in his masculine scent. God, she could get lost in this man. Her husband. He was her husband. Her heart fluttered to and fro.

  “What do you want to talk about?” she finally asked, pulling back to gaze into those dark depths.

  “Our roles in this marriage.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Rick, we’ve been over this already.” She toyed with a button on his shirt. “You want to wear the pants in the family. I get it. You’re a caveman. Now make love to me. It’s our wedding night.”

  Rick’s strange expression deepened into a frown. “You know I don’t like when you roll your eyes at me. In fact, I believe I told you to stop doing that. It’s very disrespectful.”

  Sara’s face fell and she returned his frown. “Lighten up, Rick. Jeez.”

  “Remember all those times I told you that you would be a spanked wife?”

  Fear lanced through her. “You’re kidding right? I mean, I thought you were joking around. Sort of. Please tell me you’re not serious.”

  Gently, he stroked her hair as he stared lovingly into her eyes. “Was I ever laughing when I told you this? I think not. I’ve always been serious about this. I love you very much, Sara, and that’s why I’m going to be so strict with you.”

  Her mouth went dry. “I – I’m sorry I rolled my eyes at you. I won’t do it again.” Oh my. She squirmed in his lap. Would he accept her apology and drop the stern schoolmaster act?

  “It’s our wedding night, and the first order of business is your wedding night spanking. I’m going to take you over my knee and show you that I’m serious about taking you in hand when you’re naughty.”

  Her hair flipped about as she shook her head, eyes wide and lips set firmly together.

  “Yes, Sara. Now lay over my lap, young lady. The more you cooperate, the less it will hurt.”

  “No, Rick. You can’t spank me. I won’t let you. This is ridiculous. I never actually thought you were serious about this whole head of household thing. Well, at least the spanking part.”

  He drew her chin up with one finger. “I expect you to obey me at all times, but if you do disobey me, risk your safety, or show me respect, you’ll be going over my knee for a long bare-bottom spanking. Those are my rules.”

  “I promised to obey you. I really promised! I said it in our vows. Remember?”

  A light smile drew his lips up. “I’ll never forget. That was my favorite part of the ceremony. Well, other than our first kiss as husband and wife.”

  Sara blushed. “Make love to me. Please.”

  “I will – after you go over my knee. If I have to force you, I’ll spank you longer and harder. Consider that before you try anything foolish, young lady. Now be a good, obedient wife, and get across my lap.”

  Hands shaking and lower lip trembling, Sara shifted and placed herself over his legs, not quite believing this was really happening. Her chest tightened and hot tears pr
ickled in her eyes.

  A spanking.

  Rick was really going to spank her. On their wedding night, no less.

  Embarrassment welled up inside her as he caressed her bottom cheeks through the thin material of her dress. She’d changed out of her wedding dress halfway through the reception, and she wore a slinky pink, knee-length dress. A thong underneath and a push up bra. She’d felt sexy on the drive to the bungalow, but now she felt shy under her new husband’s gaze.

  “I’m spanking you now so that you know I’m serious about taking you in hand when you need it. I believe the best marriages are those in which the roles are clearly defined. I’m in charge, don’t ever forget that, Sara. I’m your master, and you’re going to be my obedient little wife. Understand?”

  “Yes, Rick.”

  “Yes, sir,” he corrected. “When you’re bottom up over my knee, you’ll address me as sir.”

  “Yes, sir.” Holy Moses, he was serious. All those 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 with need. She needed…she needed…Oh God. She needed his cock deep inside her. She didn’t want him to make love to her either.

  She wanted a good, hard fucking.

  Moaning, her head fell back as he spread kisses around her neck, traveling up to nip her earlobe. His breath was hot against her flesh. Her nipples tightened and her breasts felt heavy, aching to touched and pinched and sucked.

  “Rick?” she said, her voice small. She was embarrassed over her reaction to the spanking. Was it normal to want him so much after he’d just paddled her good?

  “Yes, baby doll?” He squeezed her thigh.

  “I – I’m really wet for you. I need you bad. Please. I can’t wait.”

  He groaned. “That’s music to my ears.” He reached between her pussy lips, discovering her dampness. “You are soaking wet, baby.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Why are you sorry?”

  Her face heated. “Be – because I feel this way. Because after you spanked me I became so…oh, I don’t know.” Mortified, she buried her face in her hands and stiffened.

  Chuckling, he pried her hands away and cupped her face. “Don’t be shy around me, Sara. I’m your husband. I’m pleased that your body reacted that way to my discipline. You’re feisty, but deep down you’re a submissive little thing with a big heart. I think it turned you on to submit to me because we love each other and you trust me. A spanking is a very intimate thing for a couple to share, sort of like making love.”

  “But it hurt,” she protested, her lips forming into a pout.

  He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter if it hurts, it’s still intimate. Don’t you feel how rock hard I am underneath you?”

  “Y-yes, sir.” Calling him sir while she wasn’t over his lap gave her a new thrill.

  He put his mouth to her ear again, but this time it was to whisper. “I’m going to bend you over the bed right now and fuck you hard. I want you to be a good girl and take the hard fucking you have coming, young lady.”

  She shivered, and in the next moment hurried to comply.

  “Take the dress off first, bra too, and kick that thong off.”

  Sara looked down to see her thong twisted around her ankles. Knowing her face must be as red as her ass, she complied with his demand and stripped naked, kicking her sandals off under the bed too. Her pussy had never ached so desperately before. She resisted the urge to touch her clit, and gave Rick one last glance before bending over the bed.

  “Spread those legs wider, girl, and put your ass out in the air more. A little more. More. Okay, perfect. Now stay there and wait for my big cock. I’m going to fuck your pussy hard, and you’re going to take every thrust I give you like a good girl, aren’t you?” His voice was loud and authoritative, and each word resonated against her throbbing clit.

  She heard him taking his clothing off, and it wasn’t long before was behind her, hard and ready as he pressed his cock between her folds.

  “Who am I?” he asked, drawing the tip of his length through her juices, spreading them around to tease her engorged nub.

  “My husband,” she answered with a moan.

  “That’s right. I’m your husband a
nd you’re my wife. It’s my right to have you whenever I want to have you. Like this,” he said, thrusting forward.

  Sara gasped and rose up on her toes as he invaded her, impaling her pussy with one swift push. Her walls stretched around him, and she quivered as the pleasure of being filled up spread through her. It felt so fucking good.

  Her fingers dug into the bedspread as he pummeled her, driving with fast, deep strokes that hit her g-spot and caused her clit to grind against the bed. She was on fire, scorching hot and panting while he fucked her good. All the fear of the spanking had melted away, and she became lost in sensation.

  Her pussy clamped down around his cock as a sharp wave of pleasure took her under, the orgasm wringing out the last of her energy as it pulsed through her center. Oh God. So fucking incredible. She couldn’t think. She could only ride the waves, and she wasn’t even sure if she was still standing on her own legs when he groaned his release. His seed filled her up, his cock jerking as he came loud and hard.

  They took a quick shower together, and he forced her down to her knees. She sucked his cock as the water rained down, and she tried her best to swallow all he gave her. Rick told her it was a skill he would gladly help her practice – sucking him off and swallowing every last drop of his cum like a good wife.

  After their shower and a light dinner of soup and sandwiches, they curled up on the front porch in the darkness, listening as the waves crashed on the shore. Lights from boats on the water passed by slowly in the distance, and the moon shone bright and crescent-shaped, a little sliver of perfect white glowing high above.

  “How are you feeling?” Rick’s voice rumbled at her ear.

  “Wonderful.” She smiled and snuggled closer, resting her cheek against his chest.

  “How’s your bottom?”

  She was thankful the darkness hid her blush. “It’s sore, but…”

  “But what?”

  “I liked how I felt, you know, afterwards. I love you, Rick. Husband. Sir.” She added the last word with a hint of sarcasm to lighten her slight embarrassment.