The woman had hands of steel, thought Maria. She still couldn’t quite believe the situation she found herself in – agreeing to a ‘preparation’ spanking from each of the women present at this special “family only” hen’s night, before her wedding to Gabriella’s youngest son, Anthony, was allowed to proceed. She would certainly learn the true meaning of a ‘vow of obedience’ by the end of tonight, she thought ruefully.
“That’s enough rubbing,” said Stella, the wife of Anthony’s oldest brother. “Don’t waste it all on what was, after all, just a warm up” she reminded Maria.
“Now we’ll move onto to your introduction to the first of the spanking implements you will be presenting to Anthony on your wedding night.” Stella reached towards a table behind the sofa she was sitting on, and produced a large, silver-backed hairbrush. It was the kind you would have seen your grandmother use to brush out her hair, the kind of heirloom that normally you’d be pleased was being passed down through the generations to you. But Maria knew that Stella was not going to be using this brush on her hair, but rather on her bottom. Instinctively, she moved her hands back to cover her still throbbing butt cheeks.
“Natalie, you’ll be glad this one is being passed on now to Maria. I understand Carlo has been making good use of it, especially since Anthony got engaged and he knew he’d be handing it over soon!” mused Stella to one of her sisters-in-law. Natalie was the wife of Anthony’s brother, Carlo. They had been married for just under two years, and Maria knew that Carlo and Anthony were particularly close.
Natalie snorted with laughter. “Oh yes, I’m happy to see the last of Grandma Capello’s old hairbrush,” she agreed. Turning to Maria, Natalie continued “I don’t envy you, Maria. It’s got quite a sting to it, not to mention decent coverage. If you’re lucky, Anthony will save it for ‘special occasions’!”
Maria’s eyes widened, as she watched Stella stroke the back of the large hairbrush in anticipation. Still, she had agreed to this. And she did feel some comfort in that the others were obviously quite familiar with this kind of thing, and didn’t actually seem to overly fazed by it. Maria figured that if she knew how this hairbrush felt now, she’d make damn sure Anthony didn’t have much occasion to use it once they were wed!
“If you’re ready for the next stage, Maria, take your position over my lap,” commanded Stella.