Free Spanking the Naughty Bride by Leena Darling

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