Page 13 of Her Shameful Wedding Night (Corporate Correction)

Now he’s going to force the issue. Now he’s going to tell me what to do, and he’s going to do the things he wants to do. To my little pussy, with his firm hand and with his hard cock. To my bottom.She felt her forehead crumple, and she let out a little whimper. She pressed forward against his leg though it made her blush ten times worse to realize she did it.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered. Their eyes had locked on one another, and he seemed so intent on the words that passed between them now that she felt certain he had something very important to tell her—probably a great many very important things.

Then a little cry burst from her throat, because he had touched her with the tips of his two middle fingers, on the lace, on the place where the sheer fabric covered the very center of her aching need. Still looking deeply into her eyes, he pressed, and rubbed, and he said, “I got to watch the whole thing, Zoe. I saw the nurse shave you down here, and it made me very happy—almost as happy as I am that you put on this lingerie for me. I’m going to fuck you for the first time, soon, and you’ll be wearing your pretty bra and panties when I do.”

“Oh, no... please... sir.” Zoe’s heart had started beating so wildly that she thought Bradley must hear it. She swayed, but he moved his hands to her hips again to hold her up, his attention now fixed not on her face but between her legs, as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the panties and pulled them down.

“That’s a pretty little pussy,” Bradley said. “I can tell it’s going to be nice and tight, just like the nurse said in the note she sent me.”

Chapter Eight

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Zoe’s reaction to hisshameful words surpassed Bradley’s wildest expectations. She made a whimpering, moaning noise in the back of her throat and she laid herself over his knee so quickly that the chair slid an inch across the floor. He had his beautiful fiancé’s bare bottom under his eyes, and as he watched she put her hands down to grasp the wooden legs of the chair, so she could position herself even more submissively.

Her knees, bound in the twisted denim of her jeans, with the lovely lace of her naughty white panties atop them, moved in what seemed to Bradley an uncertain manner: first parting a little so that he could see the sweet bare cleft of her pussy and even a hint of the coral private lips that showed the warm place where he meant soon to take her virginity, then closing tightly as if in desperate modesty as she realized what she had shown the man who had tonight taken her in hand.

Bradley had from the beginning of this scene followed Davies’ advice and let his dominant instincts determine his course of action.

Remember that for Zoe, as much as for you, sex and discipline go together closely, the program officer had told him. Obviously there will be times when she’s misbehaved so seriously that you’ll need to punish her without any sexual element—for that you’ll probably want to have a paddle or strap handy, and put her over a whipping stool or something like that, for a thorough hiding. And of course there will be many times when you have sex with your wife and you simply take charge of her body and enjoy her, without any disciplinary element. The key to traditional marriage as this program sees it—and probably the key to the most exciting parts of your sex life with your wife, for both of you, is going to be nights like tonight, though, when you have the chance to explore the meaning of the connection between punishment and pleasure. Let your instincts be your guide.

When Zoe drew her knees close together, then, and hid her pussy from him, Bradley put his hands on her thighs and pulled them apart. Now he could see her shaven pussy properly, all the way to the wrinkly hood of her clit, all of it thrillingly bare for him, prepared by the nurse for the first night of his pleasure.

He had briefly entertained, when he had first entered the apartment, the idea of leaving her virginity intact for their wedding night. When she had rebelled, though, he had entirely made up his mind: Zoe Ralston would have sex before her wedding. The bride would go the altar already deflowered, not to mention well disciplined by the man she would marry.

“Bradley, please,” she whispered. She tried to close her knees again, but he resisted, and put his right thigh across them again to keep her in place. Zoe let go of the chair leg with her right hand and put it back behind her, covering herself and hiding the delicious view of her sexual secrets.

“Take that hand away, Zo,” Bradley said, in the firm voice that still surprised him a little when it came out of his mouth, since before tonight he hadn’t known he had it—at least when dealing with a girlfriend. It reminded him of the voice he used in court, when telling a jury his recommendations for how they should think of a case, but it had a tenderness in it, too, despite the stern quality that he knew must come across to Zoe as the voice’s most important characteristic.

Instead of obeying him, though, she clutched at her bottom, still a little pink from the spanking through her jeans, and gave a tiny sob. Her fingers moved as if to keep herself closed there, as if to deny that soon she must have a hard penis thrusting in and out of her young pussy.

With his left hand, Bradley took hold of her wrist, and held it atop her bare back, on the creamy skin distended a bit by her spine, between the white strap of her bra and the sweet cleft of Zoe’s pink little butt. She trembled in his grasp, and gave a little whimper of fear. He fulfilled that fear then, too, because he started to spank his bride’s little bottom, lifting his arm high and bringing his hand down very hard right in the middle, where he knew some of the sting must travel to her pussy since he had made her keep her knees apart.

Zoe gave a scream and squirmed over his lap, but between his left arm and his right leg he kept her in place for three hard swats in the same place. She had a distinct bright pink semicircle on each of her bottom-cheeks now, and she bucked like a wild thing over his knee.

“When I discipline you, Zoe,” Bradley said, putting even more authority in his tone, “you will accept your punishment. You will not cover your bottom, or your pussy, when I wish them bare—whether I mean to spank you or to look at you, or...”

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