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He looked at me a little disgusted, and opened the turkey sandwich and began to eat.
"That's the one I wanted," I suddenly shouted, seeing his choice.
"I thought you weren't going to eat," he charged.
"Later maybe." I was exasperating him, and I saw his jaw go tight. He pulled out the ham sandwich and began to eat that one.
"Here, how about
the coleslaw?" he said handing a container to me.
"Eeeew!" I turned up my nose. "You know I don't like that."
"I know nothing of the sort my bratty wife, but I do know one thing."
"What's that?"
"As soon as I'm finished eating, you're getting dessert."
"Dessert, what did you bring?" My eyes lit up curiously.
He turned around in his chair, where his overnight bag was resting on the floor, and reached inside. "This," he said, and he pulled out a leather thing, and laid it on the table. "I was hoping that I wouldn't have to use this on our honeymoon, but I had a sneaking suspicion that I would need it."
I picked up the implement and stared in awe of it. It was obvious this was for spanking me, the broad firm leather piece was fashioned as a paddle, with a handle and a generous punishment end. At the base of the handle my initials "DM" were carved into the leather. It was an awesome thing, and I trembled and put it back down.
"Did you have it made?" I asked.
"Just for you," he said between bites of his sandwich. "The only thing I forgot was to add my initial after yours. I'll have to take care of that as soon as I have the chance." Joseph seemed much calmer since showing me the paddle, obviously making the decision to spank me had worked wonders on his disposition. His expression was almost amused.
I remained silent, watching him finish his meal while I was sitting there famished, too proud to eat what remained of the turkey salad sandwich I'd claimed, and the coleslaw that looked just like the kind I make.
When he was done, Joseph rose from his chair, and pulled it to the center of the room.
"My wife, I suppose we'd better get this over now, might as well inaugurate the paddle, and our marriage with this maiden spanking."
"You're making too much of a little thing," I pouted.
"That may be true," he admitted. "But ever since I started spanking your lovely bottom, I've wanted to really finish the job, and our relationship has prevented that. Now is my chance, and I'm not going to miss it."
He was perfectly charming, his broad smile filling his face. I should have been smiling too, except that I was going to have to face the paddle first.
I was over his lap a few seconds later, and this time, we had a much different spanking experience, since there was no need to hide anything anymore. I was wearing just a sundress so it was very easy for him to push it to my hips; but to my surprise Joseph pushed it all the way up over my head, so that it dropped to the floor. I wasn't wearing my bra, only the panties remaining on my scantily clothed body. They too were quickly dispensed with, and for the first time, there I was completely naked over Joseph's lap, about to get one hell of a spanking with a paddle he'd made just for me. It was all so amazing. Though I was scared to death, and I knew that the spanking would likely hurt like hell, I had to admit that my body was going through the same wild gymnastics that had been constant since we'd been wed the day before. I was anxious to begin, anxious to end it, and anxious to be rolling around the bed again with my husband.
This time, Joseph didn't start the spanking right away, instead, he began to massage my bottom, kneading my flesh in the most delightful way. I'm sure he realized the effect it was having on me, and that was a little joke in itself.
"I just want you to know my love, that I'm still going to punish you when you act like a brat. You're still expected to behave yourself, and no nonsense or silliness. You understand?"
"Yes, sir," I replied in a hushed throaty voice. Oh, I wished he'd begin, I could hardly stand anymore waiting. "Joseph, please spank me!" I finally blurted out.
He laughed at my predicament, but he accommodated me, beginning with the paddle, smacking my bottom with the firm broad leather business end.
At first it was wonderful, the leather so much more yielding than a wooden hairbrush, but not so intimate has his hand. It seemed to just accentuate the savage feelings that I was already having. After a few moments of earnest smacking however, the sensations changed, and my bottom was burning nastily, the feel of the leather not so much different than anything else he'd used to punish me.
"Oooo, ouch, ouch!" I was peppering my moans with little protests.
I wiggled against him, sometimes very rudely, though Joseph had me firmly in hand. I was not going anywhere, and I knew it.
He was most definite that this was going to be a long thorough going over. He'd stop every few minutes, just so we both could rest and then begin again. My bottom must have been a flaming scarlet, the more he laid on, the more it burned, the more I cried, the more he just kept up the well measured pace.
