Page 14 of Her Shameful Wedding Night (Corporate Correction)

He tightened his grip on her wrist, and he shifted a little to make sure his right leg would keep her just as immobile over his knee as the restraints in the exam room had kept her in the chair. Zoe gave a sob of mingled discomfort and need, as if she knew exactly what he meant to do next, what theorsignified.

Bradley returned his right hand to the lovely backside he had entirely under his command, where he knew he would have his way in every fashion, when the proper time came. The proper time had come now, though, to ensure his bride understood the power of her needs, and how ready her bridegroom stood to help her satisfy them.

He had touched her inside her panties twice, and she had clearly liked it, as they had fumbled on the couch, kissing and touching. That soft, cooing reaction, though, hadn’t held a candle to the way Zoe cried out when Bradley put his hand gently between her thighs, feeling the burning warmth of her spanked bottom and the even greater heat of her wet, still-virgin slit.

She bucked desperately over his knee as he began to rub her clit first tenderly and then more firmly. She managed to tear her wrist out of his grip, but she didn’t move her hand to try to push his away: instead she returned it to the leg of the chair so that she could push her bottom up further and offer it to him more fully.

“Sir,” she whispered. “Oh, sir, please. I want... I want...”

“Shh, Zoe,” Bradley said softly. “I know what you want, and what you need, naughty girl.”

Zoe’s whole beautiful body seemed to respond to his words and his touch, as he moved his fingers back and forth, probing into the place where her hymen still blocked the way and working her there, then returning to her clit. He heard the chair creak with the grip of her hands on its legs, and her hips rose still a little more, and then she gave a piercing cry, all her limbs suddenly going stiff.

“Oh, God,” she sobbed. “Oh, sir.”

“Did you ever come before, Zo?” Bradley asked very gently, then, moving his hand tenderly down where he knew she needed it so very much.

“No,” Zoe moaned. “Oh, it’s... I mean...”

“You’re going to come again, now,” he said, beginning to work her firmly again, putting his left hand on her punished bottom and squeezing the pinkened places on her adorable cheeks.

“Oh, no... please... I can’t, Bradley. Sir... don’t...”

But he knew exactly what he had to do: he meant to demonstrate to her exactly why they should be in this very nontraditional traditional marriage program. He parted her bottom, now, with his index finger and his ring finger, while with his middle finger he touched the tiny pink ring he had seen Nurse Carter probe with the speculum as she talked to Zoe about anal sex. With his right hand he held her whole pussy, middle fingers rubbing gently at her clit.

Zoe screamed with forced pleasure, riding his thigh, humping it, fighting the grip of his right leg across her knees as if she couldn’t help it, as if the tension between their muscles had driven the pleasure too deep into her body to control herself any longer.

“You need hard fucking, don’t you, Zo? You need it really bad, don’t you?”

She came again, and again, and again, as Bradley held her in position, using her orgasms to teach her the special kind of disciplinary lesson he now understood would be an essential part of their married lives. Now at last he stopped the motion of his hand between her thighs, though he kept his left hand on her bottom with his fingertip against her sweet little anus.

“Oh, God... yes... yes, sir.”

“It’s time to thank me for your spanking, don’t you think?”

“What? Wh-what do you mean?”

Bradley released her from between his legs, and began to steer her into the position in which he wanted her very badly now, kneeling between his thighs and looking up at him with bright eyes and a very flushed, but not really a very confused face: Zoe, he could tell, knew exactly what he meant.

He put his hands down to his waistband, and watched her eyes drop to see what his fingers did there. A deep furrow appeared on her forehead, and she bit her lip.

“Do I have to?” Zoe whispered, her voice sounding so dreamy that Bradley could almost hear the different parts of her fighting for control, and the best part for right now—the part that could enjoy, and would enjoy, the dirty kind of sex it seemed clear they both needed—winning.

“Yes, Zo,” he said, softening his tone to match hers. “You have to. It’s time to learn how a wife pleases her husband.”

He unzipped his fly, reached inside his pants and his boxer briefs to find his iron-hard cock, so aroused by spanking his sweet girl and making her come that it had begun to ache a little. Zoe gave a little gasp as he pulled his erection out, then freed his balls, too, the hairy nest around them such a contrast to her own pussy now that Nurse Carter had prepared her for fucking.

“You’ve never been so close to a man’s penis, have you, Zoe?” he asked as he pumped his cock gently in his left hand. The mere sight of Zoe’s pretty, innocent face only an inch away from his cock seemed to make him grow even harder, seemed to make him ache even more to be inside her, teaching her to be a good girl for him.

She shook her head vigorously. “Never,” she whispered.

“You’ll do this a lot when we’re married,” Bradley said, letting himself return to the authoritative tone he had used a moment before. “Especially after a spanking or a paddling.”

That drew a little whimper from Zoe, and she looked up at him with an adorable pout. “A paddling?”

“Sometimes you’re going to need the paddle, when you’ve been naughty,” he said simply, putting out his right hand to stroke her cheek. “You know it’s true, don’t you, Zo?”

Zoe didn’t answer, but dropped her eyes again to his cock. He watched her face work, shame and arousal vying on her brow and in her eyes. She didn’t want to admit it, and he wouldn’t make her, but at least a part of her understood her need for the paddle and the kind of mastering he intended to give her from now on.

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