III
Johnny kept his new wife over his lap for almost fifty swats. By the end
Tamitha was panting and writhing and sopping wet. It didn't really hurt so much
as send small jolts of pain directly to her overheated groin. She wanted him so
badly and she could feel his hardness through his jeans, she knew he wanted her
as well, and yet, he waited. She envied his self-control and loathed it all at
the same time.
He slowly stood her up and she stood next to him, hands clasped in front of her,
head down, blushing from head to toe.
"Hands at your sides," he said calmly, "head straight, that's it," his voice was
like silk.
She smiled briefly, but said nothing.
"Now we're going to try the paddle." Seeing the look of fright in her eyes, he
soothed her, "Trust me, Tammi, you'll be fine, and if it hurts too much, or you
can't take it, simply say red, and I'll stop."
She nodded, and swallowed hard.
He picked the paddle up from the bed and walked around behind her.
He put his hand on her back and applied gentle pressure; she immediately bent at
the waist and grasped the arm of the chair.
"Other one," he said, and she leant forward so her hips were on one arm and
hands on the other.
"Arch to me," he said and she instantly thrust her already bright pink ass up
and out.
He grinned evilly, 'Somebody had certainly shown her something,' he thought.
The first whack of the paddle wasn't very hard, really not much more than his
last hand swat had been. And the pain traveled instantly to her sex. She could
get used to this, she thought brightly.
But as the swats continued, they got harder and closer together; her bright pink
buttocks were now beginning to turn a deeper shade of red. She could feel the
heat radiating from her battered cheeks and overheated pussy. She suddenly
realized she had been grinding her hips into the chair arm, and stopped. She
heard Johnny laugh, and she blushed again.
"It's not funny," she said.
That earned her a much harder thwack square across both already sore cheeks.
Tammi screamed into the arm of the chair, and resisted the urge to glower at him
over her shoulder.
"What was that?" He asked mockingly, trying to goad her into another outburst.
"Nothing, Sir," she replied quietly.
"You learn fast, little one."
She grinned, feeling proud of herself, although why she didn't know.
She took almost one hundred full swats of the paddle until she cried red.
He was beaming.
Johnny gently helped her up from the arm of the chair, and held her close to
him, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"You did well. You took much more than I thought you could," he told her.
"I probably could've taken more," she confessed, "But I know we've got a car
trip, and well..." her voice trailed off.
Johnny chuckled softly as he stroked her hair.
He gently laid her back on the bed, her bikini top and vest long since removed.
Johnny shed his own clothes and joined her. They made vanilla love for several
hours before dropping off into a deep sleep.
