I'm feeling pretty happy and relaxed. School is over, summer has finally arrived for me and I am most grateful. Nick and I have one vacation planned for later this month and then I hope most of July will be devoted to writing.
For our story today we have the conclusion of Paul's honeymoon. It's such a lovely story. This conclusion is longer so if you don't have time to read this morning please remember to come back, I promise you it will be worth your time. For now enjoy...
You know Paul," a
hint of wonder and contemplation in her voice, "your heart is quite
loud!"
I chuckled and pulled
my new bride closer to my chest. "With you in my arms, dressed only in
your birthday dress...and it suits you well, of course my heart is loud! Every
time I see you, my heart skips a beat."
We lay there for a
while, content in each other's company.
The Honeymoon
Part
Four
Ejaculation and a
Birthday Spanking
After a while Mel began
to stir in my arms. "Restless
honey?" I asked
"No,” said Mel,
“just a little hungry."
“Would you like to eat
in the restaurant or here?”
"Here,
please."
"Anything you
fancy?" I inquired.
"Whatever you’re
having," she replied.
"OK Mel, I’ll
order in a minute. Come here.” I pulled
her onto my chest and gently tickled her, running my hands up and down her
sides. I played with her breasts and was
rewarded with her delightful chuckle. It
turned me on just to hear her.
Playing with her
breasts and nipples turned her on so fast, her breathing quickened and her face
flushed. “Are your nipples as sensitive as mine?" she asked.
"Try them and
see," I chuckled. "Use your
mouth and teeth, but gently. Use your
hands and see what magic you command."
Mel looked a little
lost.
"Have you never
touched a man?" I asked.
Mel shook her
head. "Not like this," she
admitted quietly. "When we were
swimming, I so wanted to rub my hands over you, but there were too many people
and family around."
“Feel free. Do what you want to do. My body isn’t so different from yours. What feels good to you, will probably feel
good to me."
Mel began by kissing my
face, my lips, my eyes, then nibbling on an ear. I knew she was remembering what I had done to
her. She kissed my neck and my shoulders and rather quickly made her way to my
chest. She discovered my nipples already hard and erect. She smiled as she tweaked one and took the
other into her mouth. Her explorations caused me to get hard. I hoped Mel
wouldn’t notice, but she did. She
started to lower her head wanting to repeat the earlier experiences. “Not
yet," I said. She pouted. I shook my finger at her. "Girls who
pout, get spanked." I growled with a smile. She returned to my nipples.
Still kissing and
tonguing my nipples Mel’s hands started to wander south. She seemed unable to stay away from that part
which complements our women most. Who
could blame her, not I. Mel’s fingers
felt like butterflies she was so gentle.
She discovered a little drop of pre-cum with her finger. Looking at me, she smiled then impishly put
her finger in her mouth. She explored my
glans, shaft and scrotum plus the very sensitive area between the scrotum and
the anus, my perineum. Then a little finger
touched my anus. Mel looked at me and
blushed. "Sorry," she
murmured.
"For what?” I
asked.
“I touched your
bottom!"
"So?"
"Well..." Mel
stammered, “...a lady..."
“Perhaps a lady
doesn’t, but my wife may touch me where she wishes, unless told otherwise by
me. We are one, dear heart, in every way
that matters, in spirit, in love, in trust.
Are you hungry?" I asked.
"Yes," she
answered. I grabbed the phone and
ordered A La Carte; steak, chips and a green salad, with a bottle of the house
white. For dessert, fruit salad and
cream, with a coffee to follow.
Mel still had her hands
on that part that seemed to interest her most.
She looked up at me. "May I?" she begged.
"Be my guest” I
said, then I laid back to enjoy myself. 'My!
Oh my!' I thought, 'you are a
quick learner.' Mel looked up at me, her face glowing. She was obviously enjoying herself. She was
making all the right moves, even squeezing my balls in time to the movement of
her lips. After several minutes I felt I was about to cum. “Mel I’ll cum
soon. Do you want to take it in your
mouth?" She looked up and nodded
then began sucking like a vacuum pump! I
was ready to burst. I let out a groan
and shot my load into her mouth.
Mel looked a little
startled. She swallowed twice, licked
her lips, smiled and said, “Hey, that was nice!
Can I do it again soon?"
I growled. “I’m a male, we don’t recuperate as quick as
girls. Don’t be greedy."
Just then there was a
knock on the door. "Lunch," I
said. I put on my robe and opened the
door. Two men from room service pushed in a trolley and set the table. They were quick and neat, taking only about
three minutes.
I went back into the
bedroom. "Lets wash up and
eat," I said. As we left the bathroom Mel took her robe. "No robe," I informed her. “I want you to get used to being naked when
we are alone. Do you understand?"
Mel came to the table
naked. She served first me and then
herself. I asked her why she had served me first. “Mother always served Daddy first, then the
rest of us. She would usually serve by age, youngest first, herself last."
"Did you notice
anything else different in your family life?" I asked. “The reason I ask
is, I would like to know why you want an old-fashioned or spanking
marriage."
“Two main
reasons," Mel answered. "As I
grew older I noticed Daddy always had the final say. It wasn’t very often, but when they couldn’t
agree, Daddy always had his way. When I'd pass their bedroom late at night I
would hear spanking sounds. We were
never physically punished, but many of our friends were, so I knew what a
spanking sounded like. The strange thing is, or I should say was, is that
spanking hurts. If the noises my Mummy
made were anything to go by, she was definitely enjoying herself! The sounds were very similar to those I make
when you spank me!"
“Well I haven’t had
reason to really punish you yet. You
will learn that spankings can hurt a lot. You mentioned two main reasons, what
is the second?"
“Well, once when Daddy
was away on maneuvers, I needed to go into his office for something. This was forbidden, if I’d been caught I
would have been grounded for at least two weeks, possibly more. My brother was for just going in there to
hide. I noticed that the cupboard where he kept the work he brought home was
unlocked. I couldn’t resist. I peeked
inside. It was empty, except for the bottom
shelf. Much to my surprise there were
two school canes and several straps. The straps were oiled and the canes were
polished. They looked as if they were
used. Now I know Mummy and Daddy loved
each other a lot, you do agree, don’t you, Paul?"
“Absolutely," I
said, “and you want a similar marriage, don’t you?"
“Oh yes!” Mel replied.
All this time we had
been tucking into our meal. I’d poured
out two glasses of wine. For a house
white it was very palatable.
“Dessert?" Mel
asked.
"Yes, please,"
I replied. Mel busied herself dishing up
fruit salad and cream. As we ate, Mel
was thinking hard, she made to ask a question, but I stopped her by saying,
“Let's relax, enjoy the meal. Any
questions you may have, I will attempt to answer, later."
I poured two cups of
strong, after dinner coffee and took my nude Mel on my knee. “Ask away
sweetheart," I said.
Mel looked rather
worried, and said, “If Daddy loved Mummy, how could he possibly beat her?"
I stopped her
there. "You need to understand the
nature of domestic discipline. Your
Daddy wasn’t beating her in the sense of abuse.
He was giving her an agreed punishment for breaking a rule. This is
something we will need to discuss very soon." I thought we had been serious for too
long. "Shall we return to the
bedroom? There are things I’m longing to
do to you."
Mel squealed and ran
into the bedroom. Before following, I stacked the plates and put the trolley
outside the door.
As I entered the
bedroom, I looked at my darling. I hoped
she would enjoy what I was planning the two of us. ”Do you need the loo?"
I asked.
"Yes, but it can
wait,” she replied.
"No, it
can’t. Do it now."
"Oh, all
right," Mel pouted.
"Lose the pout,” I
told her as I popped her one. She jumped and grinned at me.
"Will I ever get
used to that?" she muttered.
“I hope not!" I laughed and watched her sashay to the
bathroom door. She gave me a saucy
wiggle and a wink.
Mel was taking her
time. I wandered in. "May I inquire, what’s keeping
you?"
Mel was attempting to
examine her backside. “I’m trying to see
my bottom, but I can’t quite manage."
“Pull out the swivel
mirror,” I suggested.
“Oh yes, of
course," Mel murmured. She looked and looked. "It’s a little pale," she declared
then looked at me.
“I want you to lose
that habit, and quickly," I told her.
Mel blushed and apologized. “Have you finished in here?" I
asked. She nodded. I took her hand and
led her back to the bedroom.
The bath sheets were
still on the bed. ‘Good,’ I thought,
'the bed has a better chance of staying dry.'
I sat on the side of the bed, placed Mel in front between my spread
knees.
I looked at Me. "In this marriage, I decide when you get
spanked, do you understand?" Mel nodded. “There are exceptions. If you have done something in my absence,
which you believe is a matter for discipline, then you may bring it to my
attention. In fact I would expect you
to. Do you take my meaning?” Mel replied her understanding.
I placed Mel over my
lap with her body and legs on the bed. I
pressed her thighs apart with my hands. “You asked for this,” I reminded
her. "Don’t blame me if becomes too
much for you." I started to spank,
hard but not too hard, my aim was to excite her and not to hurt her too much.
After half a dozen smacks on each cheek, I start to gently rub and
squeeze. Funny, but this caused more
wriggling than the spanking! I started
spanking again. This time a little
firmer and lower down on her cheeks. She
began moving more, little sounds escaping, sighs and ahs. Her legs began to move. I caressed her again
then slipped my hand between her thighs.
She was very wet. “Have you had enough?" I asked.
“Please, no, spank me
harder, I’m almost there!" came her breathless reply.
“Well you asked for
it! Open your thighs a bit more, hold
tight!" I really started to spank
her, moving all over her bum. She was
unable to judge where my hand would strike next. On the crown, on the sit spot and then an
inner thigh I spanked her. Her sighs
grew louder as she wriggled quite hard.
She began to pant hard! Faster
and faster I spanked. Mel cried
out. Six very hard spanks on her thighs,
Mel’s body arched up, she cried out and came all over my hand.
Mel was shaking. I carefully sat her on my lap. She put her arms around me and held me tight. I kissed her hair, her eyelids, her
nose. My darling lifted her face and
kissed me fully on the lips. “Oh
Paul...that was wonderful! Where did you
learn to spank like that?"
“That my darling would
be telling. Even husbands have
secrets!" I chuckled.
Mel began to doze on my
shoulder. I shook her gently. “Don’t you want to look at my
handiwork?" I asked. She nodded.
I carried her to the bathroom, adjusted the mirrors so she could view
her buttocks and thighs. They were a
glorious red. As well spanked an arse as
I’d ever seen!
Mel gasped when she saw
her beautiful bottom in the mirror.
"What a lovely colour, darling!
It felt so good! That was probably the best orgasm yet!"
“I hope to improve on
it before the end of this honeymoon. I
haven’t finished yet," I assured her, "lets go back to bed. Before we go, do you need the loo?"
Mel nodded. "Maybe, I do feel a little
pressure." Mel sat on the commode
and I noted her shyness had gone. There
was a tinkle as she emptied her bladder and a ladylike, quiet little fart as
she pressed. "Oops” Mel giggled and
grinned. After she wiped, she washed her
hands.
I picked her up and
took her to the bed. She was so responsive that I found myself hoping to make
her squirt. I had been told this sort of
orgasm is out of this world! “Are you
alright laying on your back, not too sore?" I asked.
“I’m fine, the pain
just keeps me on the boil," she told me.
“Good, that will make
it easier for me." Mel looked a
question. I smiled mysteriously.
Lying on the bed close
to Mel, I took her in my arms. She
responded enthusiastically. I kissed her
deeply, using my tongue and all the skills I had. My Mel tasted so sweet, a mixture of wine and
candy. We kissed until we had to come up for air. I held Mel tight to me, her firm breasts
tight against me, her nipples were hard and swollen. I rolled her onto her back
and rested my weight on my knees. Those
breasts are crying out for attention. I flicked first her right nipple and then
her left nipple with my finger. I
lowered my mouth to her breast, took a nipple between my teeth and gently
rolled it. I took the other nipple
between thumb and finger and squeezed hard.
Mel jerked, but smiled. I
continued to play with Mel’s breasts, something I liked doing, a lot.
I feel I’ve given the
impression our love making was silent, it wasn’t. It was full of little murmurings and
endearments. My readers must call on
their own experience to fill in the silences. Still playing with Mel’s nipples
I kissed my way down to her navel. I
plunged my tongue in as if drilling for oil.
Mel giggled. Have I said that
Mel’s giggles were a delight and so precious to me?
Leaving her belly
button, I continued to kiss south, until i reached her mons. I stopped for a few moments. There was a quiver and the beginnings of a
groan. "Don’t be impatient
child," I chided her. She groaned
again so I continued, avoiding her clitoris for the moment as I concentrated on
her labia both outer and inner. I also
licked the sensitive area between her pussy and her bottom rose, rimming it
with my tongue. This brought a gasp from her.
I don’t think she'd even considered anal play. I hoped to introduce it
to her slowly.
“Play with your breasts
sweetheart," I instructed. I
swirled my tongue around my darling's clitoris, causing another gasp. I dipped two fingers into her c**t collecting
liquid. I spread it to and around her bottom hole. Meanwhile my other hand played with her
pussy. Three fingers in there looking
for a special point. Mel began to pant
again, she was dripping! I collected
more liquid and lubricated Mel’s bottom.
I knew I’d found what I was looking for when Mel said, “Paul, I think
I’m going to pee!"
"No, you’re not,
just relax and let it go!" I pushed
a well lubricated finger into Mel’s arse.
She shuddered heavily, cried out and squirted three distinct squirts.
She collapsed and closed her eyes. She lay like that for a little while. Then she realized what she thinks she had
done.
“Paul!" she
gasped, “I peed all over you! I’m so sorry!"
"No you didn’t,
dear heart, you ejaculated."
"Ejaculated?" Mel repeated, “women don’t do that!”
"Yes, they do, you
just have, and I have no doubt that you will do it again and often! How do you feel?" I asked my relaxed
bride.
“Just terrific! What about you?"
"Oh, I feel
great." I assured her.
"No, I mean, would
you like to ejaculate?"
I chuckled. "Rest for a minute. You must be shaken. After all it’s the first time you’ve squirted
and the first time you’ve had a finger up your bum. Well, how do you feel about that?"
“Well, Paul, squirting
was great! The finger up my bum, I think
that it was nice. I’d like to try it
again."
“Don’t worry it’ll
happen. Ready for the next round?" I asked her. She nodded her eagerness. "I want you to raise both your
legs. Hold them if you need to. Once I’m inside you, rest your legs on my
shoulders, play with your breasts or clit.
Do whatever you fancy."
I was very hard, but as
this was the fourth time, it would take some time. I started to pump gently and slowly, looking
at Mel, she looked rather stunned, yet very happy. As I moved in and out I started to lightly
slap Mel’s bum. Once again, she was building
to a climax. I slowed, not quite there
yet then I sped up as I felt the pressure building. I leaned forward holding Mel in my arms, our
climaxes built together and we reached our release together. Mel squirted once again.
We were both happy and
exhausted. I fell out of Mel, my piece
looking somewhat worn. I lowered her legs
and collapsed by her side. Mel kissed me then put her head on my shoulder
falling asleep. Shortly after I joined
her in slumber.
I slowly awakened. The bedroom seemed darker and I wondered what
the time was. I feel something warm and
wet around my cock. “Honey," I said sleepily, “that has to last a
lifetime. If you eat it all now, you are
going to get awfully hungry!"
Mel looked up and
grinned. “Ok, I’ll save some for later."
“How long have we been
asleep?" I asked her. "What
time is it?"
Mel reached over to the
bedside table and looked at my watch. “It's 6:45 PM. By the way my stomach thinks my throat’s been
cut. I’m hungry!" This came out
almost as a wail.
“Ok darling, don’t
panic. I’ll order us some food. Anything on the menu that you fancy?"
Mel asked, "What
are you going to have?"
I perused the menu. “I
fancy fresh salmon salad, toasted teacakes, fruit juice and coffee." I handed Mel the menu, she shook her head and
told me she'd have the same.
After phoning room
service, I told her our order would arrive in the next 15 minutes. “Lets get
cleaned up. Mel show me your bum, I want
to check it out." Mel turned over
and waved it at me. It was slightly
pink. I ran my hand down it, it felt
quite normal and certainly no worse for the wear. "Looks and feels fine,” I told her. "You’ll be OK for your birthday spanking
after supper."
Mel looked up, her eyes
huge. “A Birthday Spanking?!? So you didn’t forget! That reminds me of something. Damn it’s gone, it’ll come back!" We made our way to the bathroom and shared a
shower. It was great fun sharing a
shower. I finished quickly as room
service would be up with our supper soon. I heard the familiar double knock and
let them in. They set the table as efficiently as usual and departed.
I wandered into the
bathroom to see if Mel was ready. She
had the showerhead on full. The water
was playing on her pussy while she played with her clit. There was a far away look in her eyes. I leaned against the doorjamb and
waited. Suddenly she shuddered, sighed
and sagged a little. I applauded.
"Don’t you ever
get enough?" Mel giggled, splashing
water my direction. “I’ve been on
starvation rations for the last four years," she declared.
“I think that we will
make up for that very soon. Dry off and
come get your supper."
Mel wandered into
supper still as naked as the day she was born, but I’ll warrant somewhat better
looking. She dished out the salad and
put teacakes in the toaster. I poured two glasses of fruit juice. “Mel, I think we need to talk about our
plans. Have you any real idea what a domestic discipline marriage is?"
Mel shook her head
slowly. "Not really, but I want a
marriage such as Mummy and Daddy have," she stated.
"So far the
spankings you’ve had have been erotic or fun spankings, for pleasure and to
turn you on." Mel nodded, listening seriously. “The discipline part can mean real pain and
anguish. A punishment spanking will
hurt, it won’t work if it doesn’t. Of course how often and how hard you are
punished will depend on you and the rules we decide to adopt. Have you any questions so far?"
Mel nodded. “I do have
questions, but can I have a couple of days to sort them out in my head?"
"Of course, take
as long as you need. You must be very
sure. This should be a lifelong
commitment."
“Any idea what you
would like to do tomorrow?" I asked her.
"I really think that we should go out. Room service needs to get in here and we need
to stretch our legs. Plus the fact that
the hotel likes to see their honeymoon couples in the public rooms. It’s good publicity. So what do you think?"
“Could we do the Eiffel
Tower, the Arc De Triomphe and perhaps Montemar the Artists Quarter?" she
asked.
“I don’t see why
not. I’ll dig out the map of Paris
later, it’s in my case. Would you like
another coffee?" She indicated she
would so I poured her a cup and I had a fruit juice.
I went to my case to
find the map. There was a flat brown
paper parcel on the bottom of the case.
I remembered that dad had brought it in and said, "You’ll need this
for the birthday spanking." I
showed to Mel who looked at it and shook her head. "Now I remember! Mummy slipped one just like that into my case
and said, 'give this to Paul when it’s time for your birthday spanking.'"
Mel went to her case and found a similar packet. I told her to open it, which she did. Inside she discovered a strap about 18” long
and 2” wide with a split about 6” long at one end.
"A strap!"
Mel exclaimed
"No," I told
her, "it's a junior tawse."
Mel eagerly encouraged
me to open the package her father had given me.
It also contained a tawse, but it was longer and heavier with three
splits at the end. "This is a
senior tawse," I explained to her, "for bigger boys and girls."
“Talking about birthday
spankings...isn’t it about time you had yours?"
Mel looked very
apprehensive. "With that? That will really hurt!" Her eyes were round with worry.
"It will still be
a good girl spanking," I reassured her.
"It will be harder than any you’ve had yet, but not so hard that
you won’t enjoy it. Trust me?" Mel
nodded. "Lead on," I told her,
giving her a light smack on her bottom, "and don’t forget the strap." Mel gave a little hop and led the way into
the bedroom. Stalling for time, Mel
stated she needed to visit the bathroom, so we both went in and did the
necessary.
Once in the bedroom, I
piled a stack of pillows on the end of the bed to raise Mel’s bottom for the
strap. I placed Mel over my lap.
"I’m going to hand spank you first as a warm up." Mel nodded and lay over my knee. I caressed
her lovely bottom for a few minutes, then I started to smack, fairly lightly at
first, allowing the weight of each spank to increase. Eventually her cheeks were a healthy pink. If used carefully the tawse would not welt or
bruise her skin. “Get up, Mel, and lay over the pile of cushions. You will receive twenty strokes, 18 for your
age, one to grow on and one for luck.
The last one will be full strength."
Mel asked, "Did
daddy tell you what to do, because that’s exactly how he did it!"
“No," I said,
“that’s just how it’s done. I’ve given a
few birthday spankings in my time, and taken a few as well. I want you to call
out the number as you receive it. I’ll
give you a safeword. If you really need me to stop, just say 'Frog's
Legs!' Are you ready for your
spanking?"
Mel nodded and I
brought down the first stroke. Mel’s bottom blushed, one, the next, two, and
again, three, the next three a bit harder and quicker, four, five, six, I was
covering Mel’s bottom well. The next six
were slower, but harder, 7…8…9…10…11…12!
The last six were not so hard and fast; 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18! These landed just on the sit spot. Mel was very good. She was ‘Ouching’ a little and shifting some,
but she hadn’t moved her hands or lost count.
The one to grow on landed right across the crown of her cheeks and made
her wince...19! “Grab hold of the
mattress Mel," I said, "this one will hurt!" I brought the tawse down quite hard. THWACK!
Mel gasped out "20!"
and grabbed her bum.
I picked her up and
placed her on my knee.
"There," I said, “that wasn’t too bad was it?" Mel gave a tremulous smile and shook her head.
“That’s over until my birthday." She had her arms round my neck and I
could feel her hot little nipples burning into my chest. I slipped a hand between her legs, she was
very wet.
I picked her up and
laid her on the bed. "You’re in
need of a little loving, aren’t you?"
Mel nodded. I encouraged her onto
her hands and knees. I slipped deeply
into her as my hands gently squeezed her hot cheeks. It wasn’t long before we both climaxed! It was very good indeed. I rearranged the pillows, pulled the light
blanket over us and turned the light out.
I kissed Mel, then she turned and snuggled her hot bum into my
groin. I put my arms around her and so
ended our second day as man and wife.
THE END © Paul
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