she elevated her behind and angled her pussy up seeking more of his touch.
“Excellent. Just a few more spanks and I think you’ll k now what I mean by a good-girl spanking.” Using a light brisk stroke, he proceeded to paint her entire bottom and thighs with color. Smacking lightly so as not to hurt, but giving enough of a sting to warm her and elicit the desired response from her body. He watched in delight as she eagerly rocked into the swats, encouraging him to give her more. Her groans floating up to him further signaled her eager response.
After applying about two dozen swats, he couldn’t take anymore and lifted her off his lap. Rolling her on her back, he disregarded the hiss from her lips as her tender skin rubbed against the blanket. Parting her legs, he ripped open his fly and released his aching cock, driving deep inside her. He let out a deep growl of satisfaction as her heat surrounded him. Slipping his hands underneath her bottom, he scooped her warm cheeks up in his hands as he looked down at her. Squeezing firmly got a little squeal out of her.
“Do you understand the difference now , baby?”
“Yes Pete, bad girls get spanked hard and good girls spanked hard and then get fucked.”
“ Tsk, Tsk, that was a very bad girl response. And we’ll work on that answer, because bad girls get fucked, too. But for now darlin’, I need to ride.” And he rode her long and hard on the secluded beach, pushing them both until they came apart in each other’s arms. Afterwards they held each other close, soaking up the romantic setting with the ocean waves crashing against the shore as their music, their special hideaway lit by the full moon overhead. It was a perfect start to their engagement and a sign of more good things to come.
Chapter Two
Two months later…
It was her wedding day , but not the one she planned for. Since she was a little girl, she had dreamed of it and had it all planned to the most minor detail. It would be held at the Liberty Chapel, a quaint wooden building with a spire and the bells that would peal as the bride and groom left the building. They’d be showered with rice by well-wishers, family and guests. Her six bridesmaids would be dressed in the pale blue satin off the shoulder gowns with matching shoes. The six groomsmen would be handsome in their formal black. The groom would be sophisticated in his classic black tuxedo with its crisp white accents. And the bride would wear a flowing white strapless gown with tulle and bead accents and her flowers would be a simple bouquet of pink calla lilies. It would be perfect.
Dream on… Her reality was standing next to her fiancé flanked by his best friend, both in slightly faded army fatigues. The bride wore a pink floral maxi-dress, instead of a white wedding gown and the only pale blue on her bridesmaid was her faded jeans. The only other guests were his parents and her daddy. The preacher also stood in fatigues. No one had even taken the time to change into dress uniforms as if her wedding warranted the honor. She noticed the dust covering the chaplains boots and he smelled like he had just finished a 10-mile run. Ah yes… It was the wedding of her dreams. To put it mildly, she was pissed.
“Jo.”
She didn’t care if he thought she was a brat. It was her wedding day and it was a total and utter catastrophe. There would be no reception, no band for her first dance, no champagne toasts or even a cake. Was it too much to ask for a cake? Why in God's name had she agreed to this?" Her thoughts moved into full pout. Maybe she’d say no when it came time to say her “I do”.
“Joanna!”
“What?” Her response came out bitchy, exactly like she felt.
“Pay attention, the chaplain asked you a question.”
“ Joanna? Will you take the Captain here as your wedded husband?”
She looked up at Peter Davis. He was gorgeous and she
“Excellent. Just a few more spanks and I think you’ll k now what I mean by a good-girl spanking.” Using a light brisk stroke, he proceeded to paint her entire bottom and thighs with color. Smacking lightly so as not to hurt, but giving enough of a sting to warm her and elicit the desired response from her body. He watched in delight as she eagerly rocked into the swats, encouraging him to give her more. Her groans floating up to him further signaled her eager response.
After applying about two dozen swats, he couldn’t take anymore and lifted her off his lap. Rolling her on her back, he disregarded the hiss from her lips as her tender skin rubbed against the blanket. Parting her legs, he ripped open his fly and released his aching cock, driving deep inside her. He let out a deep growl of satisfaction as her heat surrounded him. Slipping his hands underneath her bottom, he scooped her warm cheeks up in his hands as he looked down at her. Squeezing firmly got a little squeal out of her.
“Do you understand the difference now , baby?”
“Yes Pete, bad girls get spanked hard and good girls spanked hard and then get fucked.”
“ Tsk, Tsk, that was a very bad girl response. And we’ll work on that answer, because bad girls get fucked, too. But for now darlin’, I need to ride.” And he rode her long and hard on the secluded beach, pushing them both until they came apart in each other’s arms. Afterwards they held each other close, soaking up the romantic setting with the ocean waves crashing against the shore as their music, their special hideaway lit by the full moon overhead. It was a perfect start to their engagement and a sign of more good things to come.
Chapter Two
Two months later…
It was her wedding day , but not the one she planned for. Since she was a little girl, she had dreamed of it and had it all planned to the most minor detail. It would be held at the Liberty Chapel, a quaint wooden building with a spire and the bells that would peal as the bride and groom left the building. They’d be showered with rice by well-wishers, family and guests. Her six bridesmaids would be dressed in the pale blue satin off the shoulder gowns with matching shoes. The six groomsmen would be handsome in their formal black. The groom would be sophisticated in his classic black tuxedo with its crisp white accents. And the bride would wear a flowing white strapless gown with tulle and bead accents and her flowers would be a simple bouquet of pink calla lilies. It would be perfect.
Dream on… Her reality was standing next to her fiancé flanked by his best friend, both in slightly faded army fatigues. The bride wore a pink floral maxi-dress, instead of a white wedding gown and the only pale blue on her bridesmaid was her faded jeans. The only other guests were his parents and her daddy. The preacher also stood in fatigues. No one had even taken the time to change into dress uniforms as if her wedding warranted the honor. She noticed the dust covering the chaplains boots and he smelled like he had just finished a 10-mile run. Ah yes… It was the wedding of her dreams. To put it mildly, she was pissed.
“Jo.”
She didn’t care if he thought she was a brat. It was her wedding day and it was a total and utter catastrophe. There would be no reception, no band for her first dance, no champagne toasts or even a cake. Was it too much to ask for a cake? Why in God's name had she agreed to this?" Her thoughts moved into full pout. Maybe she’d say no when it came time to say her “I do”.
“Joanna!”
“What?” Her response came out bitchy, exactly like she felt.
“Pay attention, the chaplain asked you a question.”
“ Joanna? Will you take the Captain here as your wedded husband?”
She looked up at Peter Davis. He was gorgeous and she
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