Page 24 of Her Shameful Wedding Night (Corporate Correction)

Chapter Fourteen

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Bradley had no inclinationto take the incident very seriously, at first. The sight of Zoe being naughty in the church bathroom hadn’t truly displeased him, of course, by any means. He took it as the final confirmation that the traditional marriage program would work very well indeed for Mr. and Mrs. Bradley Corvan.

If Zoe needed to touch herself—and what could she be thinking about, while slipping her furtive fingers along the sweet pussy the nurse had bared for her bridegroom but the way he had mastered her body the night before and would master it on their wedding night?—all the better. Yes, he would have to follow through on the rule he had made for her, in line with the standard practice of couples in the state program, as Davies had described it. He would take her over his knee, once they had reached their hotel room. Frankly, he had kind of hoped he would have an excuse, because it seemed clear to him that a big part of the reason their first night of sex had gone so amazingly well was that it had started with a spanking.

He tried not to let his mind go there too often as the rehearsal dinner proceeded: he and Zoe were making precious memories together, now, with family and friends, and he didn’t want to lose any of the moment’s joy through thinking ahead too far. Sitting next to Zoe at the big table her folks had put out in their yard, though, the sunset reddened the cloudless sky into a spectacular shade that reminded him a good deal too much of the blush on his bride-to-be’s face when he had opened the bathroom door and found herin flagrante delicto.

In raging naughtiness, he translated the ancient phrase to himself as he watched her rise, a much lighter blush upon her cheeks now, to give her wonderful, sentimental speech to her parents. Her dress up, her sweet bottom to the mirror, her hand between her legs from behind.

Her face turned over her shoulder, to see. To look at her backside.Thinking about what? Surely about what he had promised would happen on their wedding night. Bradley’s cock swelled in his khakis.

“And... Bradley,” Zoe said, turning to him and bringing his attention back again to the present. He looked up into her blue eyes and smiled. The sun had gone almost fully below the hills on the horizon, and the twilight made it difficult to see for certain, but he thought her cheeks took on an extra bit of pink, now.

Is she thinking about the punishment she has coming?he wondered, having to shift slightly in his chair to ease the increasing hardness between his thighs.

“I never thought I could find someone who made my dreams come true without even leaving my hometown,” she said, very seriously despite the laughs she had drawn from the party just a moment before with a story about Cindy’s dog, Kim’s car, and the nearby stream.

“Not just yours,” Zoe’s mom said from three places down the table. That stream was part of the subject of the Selecta lawsuit, and although some of the folks in the town, and the surrounding area, had their misgivings about what would happen to the local economy if the megacorp didn’t settle, the Ralstons had never wavered in their faith in Bradley.

Zoe smiled at her mother’s interruption, and everyone murmured their own approval of it, especially John and Tony, who had earned Bradley’s undying affection and loyalty through their willingness, since high school, to back him up the same way he would always do for them. Bradley watched Zoe look at his best man and his usher, and take her lower lip between her teeth as she took in their handsome faces and well-built bodies. That made the left side of his mouth quirk up in a smile—had the awakening her fiancé had given her the previous night brought more, and naughtier, ideas into her mind?

“Well,” Zoe said, turning to her mom, “it’s mine that matter.” She stuck out her tongue, very prettily in Bradley’s opinion, and everyone laughed. “Bradley, you swept me off my feet,” she started up again, and though he thought he saw her brow get a little troubled as she considered the various ways he had done that, she went on resolutely, “and I can’t wait to start spending the rest of my life with you.”

She leaned down, and Bradley tilted his face up, for a chaste kiss. As her face drew close to him, he wondered if he saw a little anxiety in her eyes, as if Zoe feared his wrath for what he had seen in the church bathroom. Before he lost sight of that lovely gaze, though, as their lips came together, he smiled reassurance back at her, and the mouth he kissed was a radiantly smiling one.

Everyone clapped, and Bradley rose with his champagne glass in his hand, his brain effortlessly running through the toast he had outlined to himself that morning, the same way he sketched out his opening statements and summations for court—not on paper or a keyboard, but in his head, letting his mind compose the words anew each time from the facts at hand. As he got to his feet, his phone buzzed in his pocket, and he put a mental note to check it when he went to the bathroom next to the unwritten notes from which he now spoke.

“Thanks, Mary and Dan, for this amazing night,” he began, “and thanks even more—much more—for bringing up such an extraordinary girl.” He smiled down at Zoe and though the night had gotten too dark now to be certain, he thought he saw another blush come onto her face. Bradley smiled: he hadn’t meant anything byextraordinary, really—definitely not anything naughty—but he could well imagine that the girl he had gotten to know so much better the previous night might take it that way... especially after having been caught masturbating in the church bathroom.

He thanked them all, and sang Zoe’s praises without any reference to her naughtiness—or to how it would from now on receive its just reward. He kissed his bride, to the applause of the table, and then he excused himself to use the bathroom.

A voicemail had come in from Jake Davies. Frowning, Bradley listened to it, using the opportunity of the end of dinner to stretch his legs as he held the phone to his ear, walking a little down the Ralstons’ driveway.

“Hi, Mr. Corvan—it’s Jake Davies from the department of family support. Something’s come up that I need to go over with you. I know it’s a Friday night, and your rehearsal dinner, but it’s relatively urgent—though nothing life-threatening. Maybe you could give me a call back on this number?”

Bradley’s frown deepened as he hitReturn Call. He waved to John and Tony as they came out of the house and headed for John’s car, to go back to their motel.

“Davies,” he heard at the other end of the line.

“Mr. Davies, it’s Bradley Corvan.”

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