A new road to follow

    We got married last Thursday, at a quaint little inn called Angels Watch. The ceremony was small and simple, just the two of us, but we both dressed up; he wore a tux and I wore a gown my mother had bought in NY while shopping for wigs. She was going through chemotherapy and was anticipating the loss of her hair so she made a weekend of going to New York City to buy wigs with my sister, aunt and cousin. While there she saw this dress, there were only a few made and it was her size, so she bought it. She never used it, it just sat in her closet for years. When she passed away, I was 16 years old, and my grandmother gave the dress to me, in case I wanted to use it for prom or something. I never opened the bag again until Jack proposed, and when I looked at it, I realized how perfect it would be, and when I tried it on, it couldn't have fit better! We got married on my parents anniversary and it couldn't have been more special. Everything was just perfect. The inn was empty so we had the place to ourselves that night. We took a bath, and I got a lovely spanking, and we made love. We spent the weekend at a friends house a few miles from the inn we got married in, so we had to push back our saturday "reminder spanking".
    Jack had declared that I would get it Sunday night, but we were both tired from our long weekend. We'd gone to visit my father and went to dinner with our roommate after that. By the time we got home it was 10:00 and we didnt crawl into bed until at least 10:30. He told me to get up and go to the drawer but I asked if we could post-pone until today because I was falling asleep, and he kindly agreed.
     I got the spanking today after lunch, before Jack went to work. It hurt like hell, a lot more than usual. I was very sensitive today, and was squealing and squirming from the very beginning. More than one time I jumped off the arm of the couch all together. Jack would hug me and comfort me and then make me bend back over and take the rest. He used the paddle, the black leather strap, and the double rod cane. He went back and forth between all three implements, spanking me first over my thin, patriots pajama pants, then over my panties, then finally on my bare bottom. I held my tears back, clenching my teeth and holding my breath. When he moved to my thighs with the strap I screamed.
     "PLEASE NO!" my legs were kicking, my hips rotating, desperately trying to escape. "Pleaseee not my thighs, pleaseeee..." I begged.
      He gave me a few more with the strap on my thighs and right where my bottom meets my thigh. Then he dropped the strap and used his hand to spank my thighs a little more. After a dozen good swats, I threw my hands back. He stood up and walked away, and I thought he was getting the handcuffs. I kept my eyes shut, and waited for him to come back. When he did, he pushed my hands out of the way, and squeezed lotion onto my flaming skin. He gently massaged it in, then gave me a few more swats with his hand before he picked up the strap again.
     My bottom was blazing, and I could feel myself reaching the brink. The strap came down again and again and I wiggled for all my life.
     "You get ten more with this, on each cheek." he annouced. He brought the strap down 10 times hard, on each cheek.
      I screeched with each swat, begging him to be done. When he finished with the strap, I was panting, my bottom throbbing.
      "Fifteen with this," he told me, holding up the double rod.
      Shaking my head, I laid my head down on my arms. "No, no. Please,"
      The first fifteen stung like hell, building and building and erupting in fire on my backside.
      "OW OW OW OW OWWWW PLEASE NO PLEASE," I cried, begging. Tears had welled in my eyes and when he started his rapid-fire fifteen stroke assault on my other cheek, they poured over, rolling down my face.
       He picked up the paddle. "And fifteen of these," he brought it down hard and fast, keeping his pace despite my pathetic wails and sobs. The tears were really coming and I sobbed freely. I was so engrossed in the pain I didn't notice the spanking had stopped until I heard the drawer opening and Jack putting the implements away. I wanted to jump up and hug him but I waited for my command. He sat down on the bed. "Come here," he said. I got up and he pulled me into his arms, lying down with me. He held me close while I cried, stroking my hair and whispering gently to me.


So far, married life has been great!