Chapter One
Layla’s breath caught in her throat as she raised her wedding dress.
She’d never felt so vulnerable. She’d also never felt so loved. It was a strange dichotomy which she didn’t quite understand.
Few would.
The lace of her gown flowed around her as she nervously held it up and arched her back. Her bottom—covered in white, lacy panties that matched the beautiful dress—quivered slightly.
It was about to happen. She couldn’t believe it. This night—her wedding night—was going to be a night of firsts.
Her first time making love.
Her first spanking.
It almost seemed as if it was a dream. Like she wasn’t truly living the moment but was instead detached from it all, watching the scene unfold like a movie flickering across a screen.
But this was no movie nor a dream.
This was her life.
Her life with Kirk Grayson.
The tall, muscular, dark, handsome cowboy Kirk Grayson. The love of her life. Her husband of about three hours.
She drew another breath, held it, and then exhaled slowly.
“It’s perfectly normal to be nervous,” Kirk’s rich, caring voice said. “I’m so proud of you. You’re doing so good, honey.”
She gave a slight nod.
Her legs shook. She focused hard on holding her dress up. It would have been easier to take it off, but they’d both agreed it should stay on for her first spanking.
A gesture rich in symbolism.
They had a taken-in-hand marriage. Kirk was the unequivocal leader of their home. He would love her, cherish her, and protect her. But his word was law.
It was the way she wanted it, too.
She’d dreamed of such a relationship as far back as she could remember. Her submission was a gift reserved only for her husband. It was part of the way she gave herself to him.
Fully.
Completely.
Forever.
And now, they were set to consummate that unique dynamic.
With a paddle to her rear.
She hadn’t broken the rules, but it was an important first step as husband and wife.
She hung her head, braced herself, and waited, letting her mind drift back to the events past several weeks…
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“Look out!”