Story: The first marital spanking

Carl woke his young bride with a light kiss to her neck just behind and below her ear. He marveled as she shuddered and goose flesh appeared with a soft flush that spread up into her cheeks and down onto he chest. Before Marissa’s eyes opened, her nipples peaked. Her involuntary shudder lifted her shoulder up and into Carl’s chin.

Marissa smiled, and turned her face up to meet her husband’s kiss. “Mmmmmmorning,” she said. And as her lips parted, she accepted his tongue. Hers pushed into his mouth, and she reached up to wrap her arms around his torso. “Hhhhhhhhiiiiiimmmmmmmmuuummmmmmm!” Marissa sighed as she stretched and turned fully onto her back underneath the man she had been married to only six short weeks. This morning greeting was never going to get old she thought. His touch, his skin next to hers, the taste of him, she was never going to get enough.

For weeks now, they had been camping in complete isolation. The long days with only the crystal clear lakes and streams and the northern Quebec forests for company had given the couple the luxurious freedom to discover each other. Nothing in Marissa’s life prepared her for the bliss of marital intimacy that she had been enjoying from their first evening together as man and wife. Fantasy and masturbation had always been pleasing, but sex with this man was so much better. As shy and uncertain as she felt that first time, she was amazed by how unashamed and uninhibited he was helping her become.

Carl loved her body, and he was teaching her to love it also. His body was becoming hers, and she relished her exploration of it. She could have him when she wanted him, and when she did she found he wanted her more.

This was the first night they’d spent in a real bed in five weeks, and it was the most rested Marissa had felt after sleep in as long. Her skin tingled awake as Carl shifted down to suckle her small erect nipples. The sensation was electric, and pulsed through her beating his hands to her groin. Roughly, Carl pulled Marissa’s legs apart, and lifted them so they were wide apart, her knees up by her shoulders.

“Hey!!” Marissa giggled. Carl looked up into her eyes and smiled. “I’m hungry,” he chuckled, as he slid his tongue down across Marissa’s stomach and then down onto the rosy bud and spread lips of her sex. His tongue teased her briefly. Tickling her clitoris first, and then stroking it. His hands push her thighs against the mattress on either side of her torso, forcing her apart and open for his mouth.

Years of gymnastics had made her body able to accept this. The stretch of her muscles, while mildly painful initially, added to the intense satisfaction she felt as the other arousal grew. Carl’s tongue stroked the soft slick inner lips of her vulva first one side then the other. Then he caressed the swelling hood over her clitoris, taking care to avoid the engorged bud that was pushing out from under it. Marissa shuddered with the tease and almost painful promise that he would kiss and suckle there. He teased her like that for a while, and then pushed his tongue into her vagina. Marissa whimpered with the new sensation. Carl worked his tongue, fucking her with it, stopping now and then to push her legs harder into the mattress, and to withdraw and swallow her essence.

“Mmmmmm need a little more I think,” Carl spoke into her pussy. And the stroking began again. Now as he teased the hood over her fully erect clitoris, he closed his lips over it, and with his lips and his tongue he suckled.

“Uuuuummmmmmgggnnnnnggg!” Marissa writhed and moaned. Her hips undulated beneath her husbands face. The sound made Carl lift his eyes, and he could see the flushed mask of ecstasy on his young wife’s face. The strokes of his tongue became firmer and longer and faster. “Oh God!” Marissa whimpered. Her breath was coming in short gasps and Carl could feel the tension build in her muscles. He stretched her legs down harder into the mattress, stroked deep into her vagina, then suckled her clitoris, and stroked her juices around and over it. Marissa’s orgasm built and exploded from her with a soft moan. Carl smiled and moaned himself, as he moved quickly and pushed himself into the opening where his tongue had just been.

Marissa took a sharp breath in as Carl’s penis broke through the tight rhythmic spasms of her orgasm, and then she felt her whole pelvis spread and stretch to accept him as he eased himself into her. The fit was perfect. The stretch and fullness Marissa felt was exquisite. As he filled her to the hilt, his pelvis ground against hers in gentle rolling circles. This renewed the spasms of her orgasm, and Marissa cried out softly as she felt herself come again. Her muscles milked Carl as he ground against her, and then as her spasms began to ease, Carl began to pump his hips. Short strokes initially, and then long slow and deep strokes.

Both of them made soft sounds that spoke of the bliss they shared together. Both of them became lost in the reverie of what they shared, desperate for it to last forever and desperate for the climax that was inevitable. The gentle pumping slowly became more intense. Marissa’s hips shifted under Carl, as she adapted to the harder thrusts. The lifting and rocking of Carl’s hips pushed Marissa’s to rock with him, and she wrapped her legs around his back as if to hold on. Locked together their lovemaking took on urgency. Carl’s thrusts were deep, long, and almost brutal. Marissa was first to reach the crisis, her whole body shuddering with release, her leg muscles quivering as Carl’s thrusts broke each spasm of her vagina. Her breath came in rapid soft gasps. She thought she might smother it was so intense. Her teeth clenched as her spasms wrenched. “Oh!! God! Oh God!” she whimpered, and then Carl shuddered with her. The groan that came from him with his last brutal thrusts made both of them tremble.

Carl collapsed onto Marissa, and then pulled her with him as he rolled onto his back. They remained coupled together as the last spasms of orgasm spent. Marissa melted onto his body. “Would they have this together always?” she wondered.

“I love you baby,” Carl groaned.

“I love you so much.” Marissa whispered as she kissed his chest now slick with the salty dew of sex.

Carl’s hands wrapped around her buttocks and kneaded the cheeks. He smacked them hard a couple of times, making Marissa wince, and lift her head so she could see his face.

“Up you get you bad girl, or I’ll spank you, for being late for breakfast,” he teased her. Marissa giggled and lifted up so her groin spread wet on his still hard sex. Playfully she tightened the muscles of her pelvic floor, and lifted herself off of him. Carl winced and smacked her butt with the minor pain she caused stretching him like that.

They showered together. Playing with soap and skin, and then went over to breakfast in the still quiet motel café. They had two days in the kitschy civilization of Stowe Vermont to do tourist things before they started the last part of their three-month honeymoon. Hiking the Green Mountain and White Mountain legs of the Appalachian Trail.

As blissful and close as they were in bed, there were beginning to be signs of abrasion between the newlyweds. In the wilds of Quebec, and the campgrounds on the way down from there to Vermont, there were few distractions from each other, but in the towns and roadside stops there were many. Marissa bucked against Carl’s frugal hold on their money, and his unwavering focus on their destination.

Her habit of pouting and whining when she didn’t immediately get her way was beginning to irritate Carl. For her part, Marissa was bound and determined she would break his resolve. All she wanted was a few T-shirts, some post cards and a hat for each of them. It wasn’t so much after all.

Carl wasn’t really being stingy, they only had three thousand dollars total to spend on their summer. And their tuck had dwindled by half thanks to the thousand dollars Marissa needled and cajoled him to let her spend in their first week out. Side trips and souvenirs that were required of all couple who cruised the Caribbean. Their first minor squabbles were over money. The cruise was a gift from both sets of parents for the first week of their honeymoon.

Carl was just out of his Masters program, set to start the new school year as a High School English teacher and track and field coach, and Marissa was going to start her junior year as a Physical Education Major at Queen’s University. This had to be a frugal trip.

The tug of war began again over breakfast.

“Let’s ride the gondola up to the Indian head,” Marissa spoke up from the small brochure she had collected in the lobby.

“How much?” Carl looked up from the newspaper he was reading.

“Arrrrrrrrh!! Carl!” Marissa flashed an exasperated glare at him.

Carl returned a warning glare that Marissa ignored. “It doesn’t matter how much it costs.”

“Let me see,” Carl frowned, as he put his paper down and reached his hand out expecting Marissa to hand him glossy advertisement she had in her hand.

“No!” Marissa pulled her hand back out of his reach. “I’m going.”

“Let me see, Marissa, I’ll decide if we’re going,” Carl growled.

“You always decide! It’s my turn to decide!” Marissa shot back, as she threw the folded sheet at him.

“Marissa, you’re cruising, you really are,” Carl’s tone of voice was cold, but his eyes burned with frustration.

“Yeah!?! So!” Marissa spit back. She slouched back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest.

Carl glared at his wife for a few seconds, as she glared back. Marissa was first to break eye contact as she became aware of the uncomfortable surge of awareness his expression sent through her. In the year since she met him she’d pushed him too far three times. She didn’t like the outcome in the least little bit, and she wasn’t keen to make him do that again. Smacking her butt when he played with it was one thing, spanking her because she pissed him off was altogether different.

Carl scanned the brochure, and grimaced. “We don’t have $24.00 just to ride up a mountain we could climb in four hours for just the cost of some sandwiches and water,” he dismissed the idea without leaving room for discussion.

“Ass hole!” Marissa muttered.

“I heard that,” Carl warned.

“Yeah!? So!?” Marissa stood up. “Give me the keys please.”

“Why?” Carl resisted.

“Look! Just give me the keys. I’m going to change my shoes and walk into town,” Marissa shifted her weight in an exaggerated show of exasperation and impatience.

“Wait and I’ll come with you,” Carl reached for his coffee.

“NO!” Marissa said firmly. “I don’t want you to go with me. You’re bugging me right now. Stay here with the golf crowd and vegetate!”

“Marissa, I’m warning you,” Carl spoke quietly, but the steel in his voice was easy for Marissa to hear.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re warning me. Give me the keys……… Please,” Marissa brazenly teased his temper.

Carl leaned back in his chair and pulled the keys out of his pocket. “Be back by noon.”

Marissa didn’t answer. She stomped out of the café and across the parking lot to the pathway that led to their cabin. Inside, she changed into sandals and a nice light pair of striped blue shorts. She felt like a tourist. Crisp, clean and carefree. Too bad Carl was such a scrooge. It would be fun shopping with him if he didn’t argue all the time. Before she left, Marissa picked up his pack, and dug into the bottom for the traveler’s checks. She took two hundred dollars, and set out walking down the hill into the small town of Stowe.

Carl knew he was going to have to crack down soon. Marissa’s attitude and temper were getting shrill, and he wasn’t going to let it stay that way much longer. He knew she was tired. He was too. But it was still no excuse to behave the way she was.

The morning passed quietly for both of them. Marissa’s mood lightened considerably, and she almost forgot her frustration with Carl. Carl was able to relax completely as well, spending two whole hours relaxing in the café, listening to the National Public Radio Broadcast and reading a three days worth of news. When she got back to the cabin, Marissa hid the things she bought, and tucked the rest of the traveler’s checks back in Carl’s pack. She’d spent $52.00 and some change. She put the cash in her pack, and stretched out on the bed with the TV on.

Shortly after noon, Carl came back to the cabin to find Marissa asleep on the bed. He stretched out with her, and they both napped for part of the afternoon. Marissa woke up to Carl sitting in the overstuffed chair just three feet from her face.

“Hey!” she smiled sleepily.

“Hey yourself,” Carl said, he wasn’t as chipper after his nap as Marissa was.

“What?” Marissa sat up, ready to whine and argue.

“Where’s the money Marissa?” Carl’s voice was cool.

“What money?” Marissa leaned back on her elbows, her expression becoming the pout that Carl was finding less and less appealing.

“You know what money, and DON’T play this game with me now,” the cold steel in Carl’s voice sent a surge of fear into Marissa. He wasn’t just a little mad at her, he was seething.

“I spent some of it,” Marissa swallowed, and answered him. Her pout was in full bloom. The same look that work wonders on her father was not working to melt the ice that was glinting in her husband’s eyes.

“There’s sixty dollars gone Marissa, how much did you spend?” Carl asked again.

“Not all of it, I promise,” Marissa whimpered. “Please don’t be mad. You’ll like the sweat shirt I got you. I know you will.”

“Marissa we don’t need anymore stuff to pack with us! Why can’t you wait until the end of the trip for this stuff!” Carl raised his hands in exasperation, and then his anger returned. “Never mind. Get the stuff.”

Marissa eyed Carl carefully. He was definitely angry. “No, honey please,” Marissa shook her head, and resisted.

“This is not negotiable here Marissa. Get the stuff and put your shoes on. We’re taking it back,” Carl leaned forward in the chair.

“Aww! Carl NO!” Marissa spun away from him and off the other side of the bed. Her stance was squared off and her expression oozed defiance.

“Get the stuff,” Carl repeated. He stood up, and slipped his feet into his heavy leather sandals, as he did he reached for the car keys on the bedside stand.

Marissa refused to budge.

Carl stood up and looked coolly at his wife. When she wouldn’t budge, his hands moved to the buckle of his belt. “Alright, have it your way,” he said as he pulled the tongue out of the buckle and then yanked back so the tooth released the leather.

“No way Carl! No way!” Marissa back away.

“You had your chance Marissa, this is how it’s going to be. The stuff goes back and your butt pays the difference,” Carl let go of the buckle, his fingers slipping back to grasp and pull the leather.

Marissa moaned softly, as she shook her head. “I didn’t know I had a chance! You didn’t tell me!” She complained as a tear escaped onto her cheek.

“You’ll know next time then, won’t you?” Carl’s voice was maddeningly calm and matter of fact.

“Please! Carl no!” Marissa pleaded. He was between her and the door, there was nowhere to go but the bathroom, and he was closer to that door as well.

“Bend over the bed Marissa,” Carl instructed.

“Aww no! Please!” Marissa pleaded with more tears.

“Do what I tell you.” Carl was doing his best not to loose his temper, but he was fast loosing the battle.

“Awwwww NooooOO! PulEEEase!” Marissa cried. She backed away as Carl moved around the bed to take her arm.

Carl pulled her to the bed with him. Just before he pulled her down over his lap, he pulled hard at the button on her shorts. The button flew off the band, and the thin cotton fabric and zipper ripped easily.

“Ohh! Noo!” Marissa’s voice raised into a squeal as she realized he was pulling her pants down. He never spanked her bare before. Even her father almost never spanked her that way. Not with a belt. In a split second Marissa was a flailing struggling mass of limbs and hair. Carl calmly held her on his lap, and pushed her pants off her backside. The belt was still in his left hand, so Carl smacked her wiggling butt hard to get her attention.

“Oh! Ouwwww!” Marissa squealed.

“I’m going to spank you hard Marissa, and you’re going to take the stuff back and stop the snotty attitude and arguing that you’ve been doing these last few days!” He smacked her butt five times when she didn’t say anything.

“Oh OUUUW! Ahh Ha Ha Ha haoooowww! Oh! Stooop!”

“Got it?” Carl smacked again.

“NO! Stop!” Marissa very unwisely retorted. She was spitting mad now. All of the fear of the spanking was gone now that it was happening, and she was outraged and ready to kill. She kicked wildly, and punched Carl’s legs with her right fist, and his back and flank with her left. He shifted and pulled her torso tighter against him as he folded his belt up into his right hand.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!” Marissa screamed as a line of fire lashed across her bottom. The flames lit up again in almost the same place. The belt licked her again and again and again. Marissa was consumed by the pain. No spanking had ever hurt like this not even the ones she’d gotten with the ruler back in grade six. She kicked and bucked, but Carl had no trouble holding her on his lap. Her right hand moved up over her bottom to block the spanks, the first few times the sting of impact made her pull her hand away. But after a while, her butt burned so badly she couldn’t pull her hand away.

Carl stopped spanking her. “Move your hand,” he told her.

“I can’t! Noooo!” Marissa refused.

“Move your hand or we start this all over,” Carl warned.

“Nooooo no no no!!!!! Please stop!” Marissa moved her hand, but it was back after a few more licks.

The sequence repeated several times, until Carl grabbed her arm, and pinned it against her hip. After he did that, the licking took on new fury. Marissa cried, wailed and howled, but it didn’t stop. Not until Marissa’s kicking and bucking was reduced to twitches with each lick and her squeals were just sobs and quiet but constant crying.

Every ounce of fight was gone out of her, and Carl was equally spent.

Carl held her over his lap and gently rubbed her back until her crying subsided to mewling sobs and hiccups.

“You ready to listen now?” Carl asked softly. He was feeling humbled by her complete submission, but resolved that what he had done was what he needed to do.

Marissa nodded her head. And began to cry again.

“If I let you up are you going to do what I tell you to do?”

Marissa’s crying and sobs took on more volume, but she nodded her head.

Carl let go of her, and she pushed back so she slide to her knees on the floor by his feet. Carl leaned down, and took her face in his hands. “I had to do that Marissa, you gave me no choice.” Marissa sobbed loudly and closed her eyes as she nodded her head. She put her hand on her bottom, and rocked forward so her head rested on Carl’s lap

“You hurt me Carl,” she sobbed. “You hurt me.”

“I spanked you baby,” Carl lifted her up onto his lap, and wrapped up her with his arms. He rocked her like that for a long while, but eventually as her sobs and hiccups subsided, he brought them back to what had started it. “Get the stuff now, let’s go.”

Marissa slipped off Carl’s lap and stood her shorts were ruined, so she rummaged for another pair. Her butt throbbed and the skin felt on fire. A couple of stripes on her legs stung, but only one mark could be seen below the jean shorts she pulled on. Her eyes and face showed more evidence of her spanking that her legs did.

“Better wash your face,” Carl chuckled, when Marissa handed him the bag that held her contraband.

Marissa smiled, and moved over to the sink. “What if someone heard Carl?” she called out from the bathroom.

“Then they’ll know someone got a spanking, won’t they,” Carl answered, as if he were talking about the color of socks.

“I’m serious Carl! What if someone heard it?” Marissa came out and looked at Carl her expression was solemn.

“I am too. They’ll know you were spanked and that’s it,” Carl smiled.

“What if they think you beat me?” she asked.

“Then I’ll set them straight,” Carl reached his hand out to her, and took it as they waked out to the car.

Returning the things she bought was harder than Marissa thought it would be. It didn’t help that Carl stood back with a stern expression as she brought the items to the counters in each store. Mercifully, the clerks seemed to understand that she was already embarrassed. Marissa was sure every one of them knew that she’d been spanked, and this was just the icing on the cake.

The couple ate dinner together in relative silence, and then went for an equally quiet walk along a stream behind the cabins as the sun set. Back in the cabin, Carl filled the bathtub, and coaxed Marissa into the hot water. He sat on the floor beside her, and washed her back.

“Are you going to do that to me again Carl?” she finally asked him the question she’d been pondering for the past few hours.

“Maybe, if I have to. That’s up to you.” Carl answered.

“Do you hate me? For making you so mad?” Marissa sobbed suddenly looking up into his eyes, not sure what his answer was going to be.

Carl smiled. The love in his eyes was what Marissa needed to see. The words he spoke didn’t matter as much as what she saw in his eyes. “I love you more than life,” he answered.

Marissa reached up and hugged him. She kissed him, and as she opened her mouth to invite him in, she let him know what she thought of being spanked, by biting his lip just a little harder than she would for ordinary play. As she did, she pulled him off balance so he fell into the tub with her.

The maneuver hurt just a little as his weight was added to hers on her butt for a moment, but there were only a few whimpers mingled with giggles before the sounds they made together were only those made by lovers. The cabin tub was not as luxurious as the whirlpool in their cruise cabin, but it was old and deep enough that Carl could lay back and fondle her buttocks and her breasts while his wife rode him gently to a leisurely climax to end the day.

It was the first time Marissa was spanked as a wife; it would happen once more before the honeymoon was over, and countless times in the years to come.

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5 thoughts on “Story: The first marital spanking

  1. First yr of marriage ( great and now long marriage) my wife and i had a very bad argument in the car so she got out and walked home—a long way. In the meantime i was home and very guilt ridden realizing it was my fault—-Whe nshe got home she was angry and i said I was wrtong and she could do anyaying to me to make up for it—-I was shocked when she said “Go out to the shed and get a good stic come back and bare your butt and i am going to paddle your naked butt” I was shocked but kept my word—got a skinny stick took my clothes off and bent over and held my shins ( as taught by our coach!) and she paddled my naked butt until i was making spank pleas like i was a 7 yr old——After things were fine—it has to be repeated once in a while same stick same naked sore butt!

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