Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 73013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I had seen it, on our wedding night, and I had felt for a mortifying moment that I wanted to see it more… closer… that I wanted my new husband to make me look at it, and make me… I didn’t even really know what, except that he would command me to do things only dirty girls did.
“Take off your panties,” I heard him say, then, and my eyes went sideways to his right hand, and the belt wound around it, and with a little sob I felt my hands go from my breasts downward to the elastic waistband of my green polka-dot panties. I kept looking at the belt, because when I looked at the leather coiled around my husband’s big, strong fist I knew I didn’t have any choice at all: good girl or brat, filthy slut or innocent bride, Rick had taken all of me in hand and had demonstrated today that he meant to train me as a dutiful wife.
My panties came down slowly and clumsily, because my fingers had grown very clumsy with the trembling the sight of the belt sent through my whole body. How could he whip me even more, after he had spanked me and then taken the belt to my almost bare backside just a moment ago? A shred of reason inside my head tried to find some way to persuade him not to finish the punishment he had planned—not tonight, at least.
I held my panties just below my hipbones, so that he would know I meant to obey him, and I looked up from the horrid belt into his face again.
“What if…” I started. I saw a dark look of frustration appear in his eyes. “Sir,” I added quickly, “sir… what if we just, you know, had, you know, sex tonight? I’m…”
I could see in Rick’s face that this desperate ploy to appease his righteous anger had not the slightest chance of succeeding. I continued, though, not quite giving up hope.
“I’m… you know, I’m ready to… to do that… more than… before.”
I watched my husband take a deep breath through his nose, his nostrils flaring slightly as to my amazement I could see him getting his temper under control.
“Get those panties all the way off, Mandy,” he said, his voice severe. “I’m going to fuck you tonight after I whip you, as I’m sure you know very well. You’re going to learn to please me in every way a woman can please her husband, tonight. If you’re a good girl for your whipping, you’ll be allowed to come some more. If not, I’m going to make sure you understand that fucking isn’t optional for you, even when you haven’t earned an orgasm.”
My eyes had gone very wide, and my mouth hung open again. My breath came in short pants.
“You… you…” I managed to say. I wanted to say can’t, but Rick’s eyes said that he could and he would. The degrading words he had used and the sheer dominance of what he had said seemed to echo through my whole body.
“Now, Mandy,” he said. “Panties down. It’s time for you to be naked for your husband.”
For a moment I just stared at him, simply astonished by his absolute lack of hesitation in talking to me in that humiliating way. His eyes seemed to hold a crystalline certainty that he had understood me correctly and completely.
I realized with a new surge of shame that I had, indeed, revealed all of myself to him in the way I—not just my body, I found I had to confess to myself, but all of me—had responded when he had pulled aside my panties and claimed me with his hand. I had come under his probing fingers again and again. With his dominant touch he had demonstrated just how wanton and needy a girl he had married.
I had refused to say the filthy words in my head, the ones that would tell him how very right he was. Rick knew, though, what they were. He knew his bride, even if I pretended otherwise: he had married a bratty little slut, and he would whip her and fuck her just as he liked. She—I—needed to submit to my lord and master as much as he needed to guide me… to have me… to own me.
Panties down. From now on, when Rick told me to take off my panties, I would have to obey. If I didn’t…
My eyes went back to the belt, and the frozen moment of inaction came to an end. The force of Rick’s words and the sheer physicality of his body looming over mine made me strip the cotton tangle of my polka-dot panties down past my knees and step out of them. A little whimper emerged from my chest as I felt how exposed the awkward movement of undressing left me. I turned a little to try to keep Rick from seeing everything—even the most shameful place of all, the tiny flower between my bottom cheeks.