“I will,” he said, reaching under her to fondle her breasts. Slowly, he eased his cock out, before re-entering her ass quickly, making her gasp. A sharp swat to her right buttock made her squeal, and she tugged futilely against her restraints. His arms wrapped around her waist, he continued to fuck her hard. Megan tipped her head back and enjoyed the feeling of her tight hole being stretched.
“Such a bad girl,” he said, his voice thick with desire as he quickened his pace. Pushing back, impaling herself on his swollen cock, Megan cried out, gripping the metal rails of the headboard. Her head tipped back and she let out a roar of pleasure as her body jerked against him. With one final hard thrust, he held onto her and grunted, his cock twitching as he filled the condom with his seed.
The pair slumped forward, exhausted. Reaching forward, he unfastened the bonds around Megan’s wrists. Their breathing was laboured, their bodies slick with sweat, and Megan giggled when she reached back one hand to touch his arm and found he was still wearing his shirt.
“Are you okay?” he asked, easing himself out of her and removing the condom. Turning to him, Megan smiled brightly and nodded. “That was fantastic,” she said, rubbing her wrists and sighing with pleasure.
“Would you like to lay with me for a while, before I take you home?” he asked.
Megan shook her head. “I don’t want this to end, not ever,” she said.
“Nor do I,” he replied, lying on his back. “But I don’t think I can manage it again, at least not today.”
Megan’s smile brightened. Maybe he would invite her round again, after all.
Smiling, he pulled her to lie beside him, reaching an arm around to gently pat her bottom. “I don’t ever want to punish you so hard again,” he said, his voice calm as his fingers caressed her butt.
“Hold me, please,” she asked, shivering as she felt a sudden need to be comforted. “I’m so sorry you had to punish me. I promise I’ll never be so naughty again.”
“Hush,” he said, kissing her cheek before wrapping his arms around her and rocking her gently. “Your punishment was hard to bear, but it’s over. You’re all forgiven. But it wasn’t all bad, look at what it’s led to,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
Dr. Wilkie held her tighter. “Besides, if you are naughty sometimes, it’ll just give me the chance to spank your cute little bottom properly.”
Megan grinned, recalling the almost playful spanking. “Will you fuck me too?” she asked, tipping back her head and gazing into his eyes. He pressed his lips against hers, holding her against him for several seconds before releasing her. “Yes, but not today, you’ve tired him out,” he said, grinning as he placed her hand on his flaccid penis. “How about we get dressed and I’ll take you home?”
Epilogue
Megan stood outside the doctor’s home and looked up toward his bedroom window. Taking her phone out of her pocket, she sent him a message. Two minutes later, he appeared at the window and opened it.
Grinning, she pulled her arm back, giggling when she saw the horror on his face when he noticed the egg in her hand. “Don’t you dare,” he warned, his jaw dropping when she flung her arm forward, launching the egg toward his living room window.
He disappeared immediately from the upstairs window and she remained in place, waiting for him to join her. He didn’t disappoint, less than a minute later throwing open his door and stepping outside. A look of confusion came over his face as he stared at the window, before looking down to the ground.
“It’s a boiled egg,” she said, giggling when he strode toward her. “I wouldn’t dare throw a raw one again.” She shuddered, recalling the scene a year earlier.
“I guess at least you didn’t run away from me this time,” he said, grasping her by the wrist and dragging her toward the house. Once inside, he slammed the door behind him, guiding her to the staircase and up to the bedroom. “It’s a good thing you had cooked that egg, but now I’m going to cook your ass.” Megan giggled, her plan having worked.
“Right, young lady,” he said, sitting down on the bed and tugging her across his lap. Megan looked toward the open window and shrieked. “Simon, close the window.”
“No,” he said, swatting her behind over her thin white satin skirt.
“Ouch! Please, someone might hear,” she said.
“If you don’t want people to hear, then you shouldn’t be so naughty,” he scolded, lifting her dress. “Such a bad girl, wearing no panties again,” he added. Gritting her teeth, she tried to be quiet, but his stinging slaps were too much. She only wanted a bit of fun, but he was smacking her hard.
“Oh, I’m sorry, sir, please stop. I promise I’ll be a good girl.”
“Make sure you are,” he said, surprising her when he stopped spanking and helped her up. “Let’s go and have dinner. I’ve been waiting for almost an hour. You said you’d only be five minutes.”
“I’m really sorry,” she said, kissing his cheek, before hurrying down to the kitchen. She came to a sudden halt when she saw the table, covered with a white linen tablecloth. A bottle of red wine, two glasses, and a candle were on the table, which had been set for two.
“I considered taking you out tonight to celebrate,” he said, “but I’d prefer to keep you all to myself.”
Megan’s face broke into a smile. “Aw, you remembered it was our anniversary?”
“Remembered? You’ve talked about nothing else for the past couple of months,” he teased, helping her into one of the chairs. “Though officially, I think our anniversary should be tomorrow, which is a year to the date when I first took you out. However, it’s a good job I only prepared a tuna salad,” he said, going to the fridge and bringing two plates to the table. “If I’d cooked and it’d been spoiled by your tardiness, you’d still be upstairs, across my knee,” he added, sitting opposite her and lighting the candles, before pouring the wine.
“I love you,” she told him, tenderly touching his hand, “and I’m really sorry I ran out on you. I went across to Cindy’s room, to borrow an egg. We got chatting. I guess my way of commemorating our anniversary was a little silly.”
“Not at all,” he said, picking up his knife and fork and starting to eat. “I guess the fact you egged my window again makes the other surprises I have lined up for you all the more fitting. Though technically today wouldn’t be the anniversary of you throwing the egg, that would’ve been yesterday,” he pointed out, smirking at her.
Megan frowned as she forked a cherry tomato and popped it into her mouth.
“I shouldn’t really spoil the surprise, but I’m so looking forward to reliving aspects of this day last year too,” he said. “It’s great that you threw the egg, because now when Adam and Paula join us to act out last year’s punishment, we’ll have a real reason for doing it.”
Megan’s mouth hung open and her cutlery clattered down onto her plate.
“I can’t wait to fill you with an enema, though Adam suggested we give you a larger one this time.”
Megan’s stomach churned and she shook her head in disbelief, the colour draining from her face.
“Adam also recommended we each give you twelve strokes of the cane. It seemed only fair as we both wanted to do that part.”
“Simon, no,” she begged, reaching across the table and clutching his hand. “Please, don’t. This is supposed to be a joyous occasion. I can’t believe…”
Smirking, he winked at her. “Fooled you.”
“That isn’t funny,” she said, standing up and scowling.
“Really?” he said, taking her hand and pulling her toward him. “But I thought you’d love the joke, seeing as you pretended to egg my window again.”
Megan’s temper immediately calmed. Throughout their year-long relationship, she had received a few real spankings, when she behaved like a spoiled brat. She had shouted at him, thrown a tantrum when she didn’t get her own way, and once attempted to slap him across the face during a heated row. She did not sit comfortably after the thorou
gh spanking he gave her with her hairbrush for that, but she never lashed out at him again.
“I’m sorry,” she said, sitting on his lap and kissing his cheek. “Please don’t ever call them round to do that again.” Megan had spent time with Simon’s brother Adam and his wife a few times since that fateful day, but she never felt completely at ease. The events of the day seemed to pop into her mind at the most inappropriate moments and she would have to excuse herself.
“I won’t,” he said, giving her a hug. “I’m sorry, that was mean of me to tease you. I don’t want to share you again. That was definitely a one-off. Now, are you going to sit down and eat your dinner, or do I need to spank you?”
Giving him a quick hug, Megan jumped off his lap and returned to her seat. Grinning, she picked up her fork and speared a chunk of fresh tuna, shoving it into her mouth and chewing.
“It’s cold,” she complained, pushing the meal around her plate as she swallowed the mouthful of food. “I expect better service than this when I go out to dinner.”
“Really, madam,” Simon said, rising to his feet. “But it’s a salad. It’s supposed to be cold.”
“I demand you bring me something else,” she said, grinning as she threw herself into their favourite roleplay. After their first date, Simon had told her that the waiter ought to have spanked her for complaining so much.
“I think you should leave, madam,” Simon suggested, taking her plate away.
“I demand to see the manager,” she shouted, watching as he crossed the kitchen and reached into a drawer. Her eyes widened when he lifted out a wooden paddle, with ‘the manager’ emblazoned across its length in red lettering.
“Here’s the manager,” he said, sitting in her seat and whisking her across his lap. Megan shrieked in fake protest, glancing over her shoulder as he lifted her dress.
“What a bad little girl, coming into my restaurant with no panties on, and then having the audacity to complain about the food. I’ll show you what happens to rude young ladies,” he said, putting the paddle aside and rolling up his sleeve. Megan licked her lips in anticipation.
“Let me go, you filthy brute,” she yelled, but made no move to get up. “My father’s a judge, he’ll send you to jail for assault,” she added, grinning when his eyebrows lifted.
“I think your father would approve of my methods,” he said, clamping an arm over her back as he raised his hand above her bare backside. Megan yelped when he swatted her cheeks alternately, his light spanks gradually becoming harder as her ass was warmed. Other parts of her heated up too, and she spread her legs to let him see the evidence of her arousal.
“Oh, you dirty little girl,” he scolded. “After the manager’s finished discussing your complaint,” he said, picking up her favourite paddle, “I’m going to enjoy fucking you.” She gasped, pretending to be shocked, but moisture leaked onto her thighs as she became further aroused.
Taking a firmer grip around her waist, Simon lifted the paddle and swatted her firmly across both buttocks. Her body jerked in response. He continued to scold her as he delivered twelve firm smacks across her quivering ass. “Are you going to stop complaining?” he asked, as he delivered the final smack. “Yes, sir, I’m so sorry I was naughty,” she said, her voice thick with lust as she spread her legs wider.
Tossing the paddle aside, he pulled her to her feet, steered her through to the living room, and pushed her over the arm of the sofa. Being entered from behind with one hard thrust, Megan gasped and raised her head. “Oh, please,” she begged, “fuck me hard.”
“With pleasure,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her against him and taking her roughly until her body trembled and she let out an orgasmic cry of pure pleasure.
“Take me to bed,” she pleaded, smiling when he gathered her in his arms and carried her to the foot of the stairs, where he set her down on her feet.
Megan giggled, rushing up to the bedroom and throwing herself onto the bed. “I’m sorry I had a tantrum,” she said, pulling him down on top of her and kissing him.
“Mmm, I’m sorry I teased you,” he said, pulling away from her and unfastening the top button of his shirt.
“No, leave it on,” she said, giggling at his frown. “Just like the first time you made love to me.”
“Shouldn’t your dress come off then,” he said, running his hands over the white satin bodice, pinching her nipples through the thin fabric.
“No, I want to look pretty for you,” she said.
Lifting her skirt, he lay on top of her and slid his hard cock into her pussy. She groaned lustfully. “You always do look pretty,” he said, caressing her body. Reaching out, she tenderly stroked his face. “Thank you for today. It’s been absolutely perfect. I love you.”
“I love you too, Mrs. Wilkie,” he said, turning his head to kiss the gold band on her ring finger. “I really hope our friends and families forgive us for getting married on the quiet though, with only Dean Jones and Mrs. Jones as witnesses.”
“I’m sure they will,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist, taking him deeper. “Cindy’s forgiven us already.”
“You told Cindy,” he said, shaking his head and laughing. “We agreed we’d tell your parents first.”
“Well, the dress and wedding band kind of gave it away,” she said, indicating the simple white dress she had chosen, which was in stark contrast to the jeans and jumpers she usually wore.
“I phoned my parents from Cindy’s room,” she said, giggling when he pulled out, flipped her onto her front, and slapped her ass. “They were thrilled for us.”
“Well, I think you’ve been a very bad girl,” he said, “keeping me waiting on our wedding night, and going off on your own to tell your best friend and your parents.” Slipping his fingers into her pussy, he used her natural lubrication to ease two fingers into her bottom hole. “You know how I punish naughty girls, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, sir,” Megan purred, pushing her ass out toward him.
Slapping her backside hard, he grasped her buttocks, pulled them apart, and eased his cock into her tight hole. “The spankings I owe you are mounting up,” he said, grasping her hips as he thrust in and out of her. “Our honeymoon will be spent with you permanently across my knee at this rate,” he told her, giving her butt a swat.
“Sounds perfect,” she said, smiling as she rested her head against the pillow, pushing back against her husband. In response, he buried his cock deep into her bottom, gripped her hips and gave her what she wanted, grunting and filling her with his seed as he pounded her ass.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go away for a few days?” he said, spooning against her, as they lay sweaty and exhausted some time later. “It’s half-term. You have a break from classes before your final term, and I’m not needed here. We could do something special.”
Turning to face him, Megan pressed her lips against his. “When you asked me to marry you, I told you I didn’t want any fuss. You agreed to this. Quiet ceremony, no reception, then back here for a week of illicit sex.”
“It isn’t illicit now we’re married,” he said, smiling as he cupped her pussy.
“Maybe not, but it still feels deliciously dirty, and it’s definitely special.”
“Oh, yes, it’s definitely special,” he said, rolling her onto her back. “But as you don’t want to go away, we’ll have to see if we can make our own entertainment,” he said, kneeling between her legs and teasing her clit with his tongue.
Five minutes later, as she lay breathless after yet another orgasm, she smiled up at him. “Who’d have thought, when you agreed to punish me a year ago, it would lead to this?”
Smiling, he kissed her lips. “I wonder where you’d be now, had I gone to the police and had you charged instead.”
Megan shuddered. “It doesn’t bear thinking about. I guess you could say I’ve been sentenced to my own personal punishment clinic, from which there’s no hope of release ever.”
“Mm
m, I like the sound of that,” he said, gathering her close. “And as the proprietor of this establishment, I sentence you to a spanking on your bare bottom right now,” he announced.
“What for?” Megan squealed, giggling as he manoeuvred her across his lap. “Because I’m in charge, and what I say goes,” he said. Satisfied with his answer, she rested her head on her hands and delighted in the sharp slaps that rang out, as he delivered a firm spanking to her behind.
“I love you,” she whispered, as he tenderly rubbed her reddened buttocks.
“I love you too,” he replied. “But, before we go to sleep, do you need me to take my slipper to your bare bottom, to remind you what’ll happen if you’re a disobedient wife?”
Grinning, their wedding vows popped into her head once more, and not for the first time that day, she smiled brightly as she responded, “I do.”
The End
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