Georgina and Peter, husband and wife, and both twenty-four, had been looking forward to the wedding.
Peter parked the car at the Hotel. It was certainly a lovely looking setting with the sun shining, and everything looked so fresh. They walked into Reception, which was beautifully decorated, and they were met by a nice young lady who was just finishing booking in some of Peter’s friends. Everyone said, hullo, to each other, and agreed to meet up later. Peter was asked to play mini golf and wanted Georgina to join him. She smiled but did not answer, except gave him a look that said, ‘Don’t you dare.’ Georgina knew there was another appointment he had, which involved a hard spanking from her.
Peter saw the look and declined to play, and when Georgina told him to take both their bags to their room, he obediently complied.
Once in the bedroom, Georgina said in a stern voice, “Right, young man, I hope you haven’t forgotten what I promised you earlier. I won’t have that behaviour. Understood?”
Peter reacted to Georgina’s very strict voice as he went into role-play mode. He so enjoyed Georgina playing the unforgiving wife, whilst he played the repentant husband who knew he had done wrong and accepted his wife’s authority.
Peter still pleaded, “Sorry, Georgina. I know I shouldn’t have done it. Please forgive me Georgina, but I don’t need to be spanked. Really, I don’t.”
Georgina retorted, “So how do you learn then? You don’t listen to what I tell you, although you say you do, but you don’t. You apologise and I think you mean it, but then you just do it again, don’t you?”
Georgina saw that Peter conceded what was going to happen and, to reinforce her control, added, “So, Peter, enough is enough. You don’t listen to reason, and although I treat you like an adult, you just make the right noises, and once I give you another chance, you just do it again. So, no Peter, this time it has to be discipline and you have to learn.”
They were both enjoying the repartee. Peter could feel himself getting erect, and Georgina could easily see the outline in his shorts. Georgina knew she was getting wet.
Peter looked at his wife, who looked so great with her hair flowing down over her shoulders. She wore a light blue vest top with pink edging, which almost covered her navel and revealed her beautifully flat stomach, and clearly showed off the outline of her full breasts. She wore matching shorts that were very short, and when she turned around, she exposed the tops of her legs and just the edge of her bottom. She had sandals on her feet, but otherwise had bare, long, slim legs.
Georgina walked over to Peter and placed her face inches from his, being the dominant wife she was. Peter looked away, but Angela placed her finger on his chin and guided his face back to hers so they were eye to eye. Peter wanted to kiss her whilst Georgina stood so close, and she could feel Peter’s penis pushing upwards and knew he was so turned on. She also knew that if Peter had put his hand between her legs, he would have felt her wetness and known how turned on she was as well, but they weren’t finished, and both knew what had to happen first.
Georgina said sternly, “Listen to me, young man, I have told you I am going to spank you, and that is what I am going to do. Understood?”
Peter blushed but enjoyed the rebuke and replied, “Yes, Georgina, sorry.”
“So, just to be clear. What am I going to give you?” Georgina said in a raised voice.
“A spanking,” Peter replied quietly.
“Right.” Georgina moved her finger down his chin, his neck, his chest, his stomach, and hooked it into his shorts and tugged them lightly. “Get them off, young man. Now,” and stood back and watched.
Peter unzipped his shorts and yanked them down. He knew he was erect and that Georgina saw it and stared. “We’ll have to sort that out, you know,” she said sternly with a smirk.
Peter nodded as he reached for his underpants, pushed them down, and stepped out of them. His penis was clearly erect as he stood there in his t-shirt and trainers.
Georgina pointed to the trainers. “Off,” she instructed, and he immediately obeyed.
Georgina walked over to her handbag, unzipped it, took out her wooden-backed hairbrush, and walked back to Peter, waving it in front of his face. “Recognise this, Peter?” she snapped.
Peter replied, “Yes, Georgina, it’s the one you have used on me before.”
Georgina smirked as she replied, “Exactly, Peter, an old friend. Well, almost a friend, anyway. Go on, Peter, kiss its hard-wooden back.”
Georgina held the brush up to Peter’s mouth and watched as he kissed it, and ordered, “Again, Peter.” Georgina enjoyed watching her twenty-four-year-old husband pucker up to the brush, knowing it would soon be applied to his bare bottom.
Georgina then ordered, “Right, Peter, turn around as we need to sort your erection out. Hands on your head.”
Peter knew what that meant as he placed his hands on his head and waited as Georgina stood behind him. She immediately gave him two hard spanks with the brush on his left bottom cheek, followed by two more on the right cheek, and Peter gasped with each spank. Georgina looked and saw Peter’s penis was less erect but still there, whilst Peter groaned, knowing what would happen as Georgina gave him four more spanks with the brush. Peter gasped again, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Georgina said, “Good boy. That is sorted then,” and Peter knew his erection had disappeared.
Georgina went over to the dressing table chair and sat down. “Over here, young man,” she ordered.
Peter opened his eyes and saw Georgina sitting on the chair, looking dominant, and beautiful, and walked over to her with his hands still on his head and stood in front of her.
“Across you go,” was Georgina’s stern instruction.
Peter lowered himself across her lap, and Georgina’s legs felt so cool against his skin as the several hard spanks had warmed him up. He was conscious of his penis hardening against Georgina’s legs, though, and knew there was no use hiding it, and she would have felt it straight away anyway.
Georgina felt the erection and smiled, knowing Peter was enjoying this as much as she was, as she raised her hand and spanked him several times, alternating between his bottom cheeks. She knew she could give a hard hand spanking, and after a couple of dozen spanks, Peter started to squirm around on her lap.
As the spanks landed and Peter had his favourite close-up view of Georgina’s upside-down legs, so his penis got much harder again as he put his left arm behind Georgina’s bare back, placing his palm on her naked skin whilst his right hand dropped down and he grabbed Georgina’s right ankle, which he would clasp hold of as he suffered his punishment.
Georgina felt Peter’s increasingly taut erection and spanked harder, soon moving down and spanking the backs of his legs.
Peter raised his bottom to try to release the pressure on his penis, and this was met with yet harder spanks.
Georgina lifted up the hairbrush and splattered Peter’s bottom and legs, knowing this would sting and that after just a few spanks, his erection would wane again as he struggled under the onslaught and didn’t stop plastering Peter’s bottom all over with the paddle brush until Peter’s erection had indeed gone.
Georgina rubbed Peter’s now red bottom with her hand, knowing he loved her touch and even raised his bottom and spread his legs to welcome her probing fingers. Once Georgina felt his erection return, though, she gave him a couple of smacks with her hand and said, “Bad boy, I’ve warned you about that, haven’t I?”
Georgina picked up the brush and spanked Peter’s bottom again, giving him some forty spanks with no breaks or time for her husband to recover. It was her normal, constant, unremitting pasting that had Peter in tears, sobbing, gasping, and crying out, and she was quite sure there was no erection now but just the incessant sound of wood on bare skin, and the agonised sounds Peter was now making showing how he was struggling to cope.
Georgina felt Peter’s grip tighten around her waist, which was a sure sign he was reaching his limit, and the grip on her ankle confirmed this. She eased off a bit, slowing down the speed of the spanks she gave him, and his grip loosened, but she soon increased the intensity again and watched Peter’s bottom bounce, and as she did, she felt his grip again tighten. Georgina found this touching and so erotic and treated it as the foreplay it was for both of them.
Georgina stopped spanking Peter and made quiet whispering sounds, encouraging him to calm down, and telling him his punishment was over. She rubbed his bottom and knew he would have several bruises, so sitting down at the wedding would be hard. His legs were red, and so he would not be wearing shorts tomorrow when they were due to go home, and he knew he had brought calf-length cotton trousers specifically because of the spanking he knew he would get from Georgina. At least for the wedding, he was going to wear long trousers, so again no one would see the redness.
Once Peter had calmed down sufficiently, Georgina gave her husband a hard smack on each bottom cheek and said happily, “Right, Peter, up you get. You are back in my good books.”
As Peter stood up, they continued their role-play after the spanking itself ended as more foreplay to making love. Peter looked at Georgina, still looking strict, arms folded, which raised her breasts so sensually, and knew he was so in love.
“Have you learnt your lesson, young man?” Georgina demanded.
“Yes, Georgina, I really have, and I won’t be naughty again,” Peter promised, sounding earnest.
Georgina smiled as she asked sarcastically, “Ever?”
Peter knew he lied as he confirmed, “Never, Georgina.”
Of course, they both knew it wasn’t going to happen because both got so aroused by the spanking regime in place.
Georgina kept to the role-play and said with a smile, “OK, Peter, as you are back in my good books, we had better take care of this then,” and took his penis in her right hand around the shaft. Peter gasped as she played with him for a while, gently stroking his erect penis, squeezing it just as Peter liked,before saying, “OK, Peter, I think we both need a shower.”
Peter opened his eyes as Georgina let go, smiled, and they walked together to the bathroom.
Peter took off his vest top and waited for Georgina to get undressed.
Georgina pulled her top over her head and placed it on the side, and then unclipped her bra and placed it with her top. She then quickly removed her shorts and knickers, walked over to Peter, put her arms around his waist, pulled him close so her breasts pressed against his chest, and kissed him hard. Peter responded by putting his arms around Georgina’s neck, leaving Georgina free to rub his warmed red bottom, making him aroused so easily again.
They went to the shower, set the temperature, and stepped under the streaming water together. They lathered their hands and started to wash each other with Peter concentrating on Georgina’s breasts, then her stomach, moving down to her pussy hair mound, whilst Georgina lathered Peter’s chest, moving down to his stomach and washed his erect penis shaft and ball sac.
“Lick me, Peter,” Georgina ordered.
Peter smiled, knelt down, and kissed Georgina’s inner thighs, licking and kissing as he explored her, nuzzling his face in between her legs until he reached the warm lips of her vulva.
He looked for a second at Georgina’s shaved pubes. He loved to watch her shave herself, and whenever she did, Peter sat on the side of the bath and Georgina sat on the stool opposite, spread open her legs, soaped her wetted hair mound, and slowly shaved herself, making sure Peter watched every luscious moment. He became so erect as she did, and they went straight to bed afterwards and enjoyed each other’s bodies once again, and as soon as Peter kissed her newly shaved pussy lips, Georgina was quivering in ecstatic bliss.
Now in the shower, Peter was licking and kissing Georgina’s pussy lips. Georgina looked down at Peter, slowly had him stand up, kissing her body as he did so, and they enjoyed a lingering French kiss with Peter’s tongue deep inside her mouth, and Georgina then said, “Do it now, Peter, right now.”
Georgina pulled Peter towards her and she backed up against the wall to the shower, the water still hitting both of them, as Peter leaned down and grabbed Georgina’s thighs, lifting her up, and easing her down onto his stiff, erect penis. Peter groaned, Georgina gasped, and they gyrated together, moaning and groaning until they both reached their orgasms.
Afterwards, still clinging to each other, they made their way to bed and lay down together in each other’s arms, kissed again, and were soon bringing the other to another even better orgasm.
Then it was time to get dressed for the wedding, and they did so, and walked hand in hand down the corridor towards the wedding hall.
Olivia walked down the aisle, and Georgina thought how beautiful she looked in her sleeveless white dress, and reminded herself about her own wedding.
As they sat in their seats, Georgina smiled as she saw Peter squirm around on his clearly uncomfortable bottom, Georgina knowing her knickers were getting damp, and Peter knowing his trousers were being pushed out by his growing erection, and hoped no one else saw it. It was what they both loved about their marriage, and never wanted it to change.
