Saturday, March 14, 2015

On Courting (and spanking) a Christian Girl - Chapter 13 (Revelation)

© Guyspencer 2015
On Courting (and Spanking) a Christian Girl 
Chapter 13 (Revelation)
The next morning, dressed in a filmy, short nightgown, Ruth cooked breakfast.  Over scrambled eggs and toast, Ruth remarked, “Well, we had two ‘firsts’ last night.”

He looked up from his breakfast, “What do you mean Honey?”

“That was my first ‘fun’ spanking and my first naked spanking, all in one.”

He grinned, “Well?  How was it?”

She gushed, “It was incredible, awesome!  I can’t believe how hot it made me.  Can we do that often?”

He stated the obvious, “We’re married now, so the sky is the limit.”

She dropped her fork and hugged him.

“I guess that’s true,” Ruth agreed, “And I’m so lucky to have you for my husband.  Still,  I’m so glad we had those talks with the Pastor!  You see, after being a ‘good girl’ all through my childhood, some of the things we can do now would feel carnal and sinful!  I would be drowned in guilt if I hadn’t been forewarned that sensuality is perfectly OK between husband and wife.  We would have missed out on so much!”  

Then Ruth returned to the subject of spankings, “Will all my spankings be naked, even punishment spankings?”

“I don’t see why not,” he replied, “But don’t worry, you’ll never confuse the two types of spankings.  Punishment spankings will always be different from our fun spankings.  For one thing, they’ll hurt a lot more.”

At that, he saw Ruth’s gaze shift to the magazine rack, where the white envelope containing her “Envelope Spanking” patiently awaited.  He saw her expression darken to something between sadness and fear.

Quickly, Tim changed the subject to distract her.  At this point in their honeymoon, he only wanted to think of love and passion.  Her “Envelope Spanking” could wait. 


Their days quickly settled into a routine.  After breakfast they would pack a snack and take a hike.  They had a beach blanket, which Tom carried in a backpack along with their snacks.  They would hike for several miles, and then find a secluded clearing to spread their blanket.  On the blanket they would enjoy their snack, and then lay together in the open-air privacy to enjoy the sensual fruits of early marriage.  Then they would hike back to the cottage for a late lunch and a lazy afternoon together.

One memorable night they spread the blanket in a clearing near the cottage.  In the great outdoors, Tim stripped Ruth naked, spanked her bottom to a warm and tingly pink, and then they made love under the stars!

For the first several days, the couple only exchanged oblique references to Ruth’s coming “Envelope Spanking”.  There was an unspoken agreement between them to let the issue lie in favor of more pleasant activities.  The envelope remained in the magazine rack where it was handy, but not directly in their faces.       

That silence abruptly ended in the middle of their Friday morning hike.  Trying to sound casual, but actually near tears, Ruth finally asked, “Err, sir?”  This immediately got Tim’s attention.  Normally, the only time she called him “sir” was when she was being punished. 

He stopped walking, and looked her directly in the eye.  There he saw that partly sad, partly frightened expression again, and thus knew immediately what this conversation was about.  So he invited her to speak her mind, “Yes Honey, what is it?”

Unbidden, a tear leaked from her right eye and ran halfway down her cheek.  Ruth wiped it away before speaking, “Tim our stay here is almost over, when were you planning to give me my Envelope Sp-sp-spanking?”  

Standing in the middle of the trail, he pulled her into a hug.  As he did, Tim hoped that she wouldn’t notice his sudden erection.  “I was sort of planning a bedtime spanking tonight.”

She sobbed out a request, “Sp-sp-spank me harder if you want, but please can you spank me this morning?  This waiting is really starting to get to me.  I’m trying to enjoy our time together, but more and more I worry about that spanking.”

Tim decided the time was right to confront the question that had been on his mind, “There’s something about this that you haven’t told me isn’t there?”

She looked at him with teary eyes, “Errr, yes.  You’ll find that I need more punishment than you think.  Please don’t make me confess right now.  I’d rather you just read what’s in the envelope first, then we can talk.  Would that be OK Sir?”

He kissed her tenderly.  “I’m sure you have a good reason for wanting it that way, so let’s turn around and go straight back to the cottage to deal with this.”

Hand-in-hand they walked towards the Honeymoon Cottage, and towards Ruth’s “Envelope Spanking”. 


Ruth was very quiet on the walk back to the cottage.  Tim tried to draw her out, but with little success.  Finally they were back in their cozy cottage, but Tim felt a chill.  Whatever Ruth’s problem was, now was the time to face it!

Wordlessly she handed him the envelope and then watched his face as he opened it and read the single page inside.  Tim immediately saw that it was actually two letters, one neatly typed and signed by Ruth’s parents, and the other written in Ruth’s handwriting on the back of the same sheet of paper.

The first letter was pretty much what Tim had expected to see:

Dear Tim:
It is slightly less than three months until you will be wed to our daughter.  As you probably know by now, it is the tradition in our church for the bride’s parents to “save” one spanking that the future bride has earned.  Because Ruth sometimes goes a month or two without earning a spanking, we decided it would be best to do so early.  
You know our system of “zaps”.  When Ruth accumulates three “zaps” in one month, she has earned a spanking.  Well this was one of those months.  A description of her three “zaps: follows.  Please review them with Ruth before you punish her:   
First zap, but the most serious one: Ruth talked back to her mother.  It was a minor matter, but Ruth is never allowed to be rude to her parents.  She is lucky that she wasn’t spanked for this matter alone!
Second zap: Ruth was tasked to rake the back yard last Saturday, but didn’t bother.  It’s neither a large yard nor an onerous job, so she would have had plenty of time to it, but instead she languished in bed that morning.      
Third zap: Ruth turned in her Biology research paper two days late.  That cost her a significant deduction from her grade.
So you see Tim, Ruth has earned this spanking “fair and square”.  It’s unfortunate that she will have to wait nearly three months to receive it, but please make sure that she receives a full measure of punishment.  Our church’s “Envelope Spanking” tradition is intended to establish you as the head of your household, as the Bible teaches us you should be.  It is a way to start your marriage out right.  Since Ruth has earned this spanking, it is perfectly fair to her.  June has taught you well, so you know the process.  Although you have spanked Ruth before, this is the first time you will do so as her husband.  So start out right!  Be neither timid nor excessively harsh as you chastise your new wife.  

God bless you Tim, and God bless your union with our daughter.

Yours truly,
John and June Marsh

Ruth watched closely as Tim read that first letter.  She saw his brow furrow, so she knew exactly when he reached the part about her research paper.   

Then she watched as Tim absorbed the second note, which was from her:

Dear Tim:
If you are reading this, then it means that we are married and on our honeymoon.  It also means that you are about to give me my “Envelope Spanking”.  Well, that spanking will have to be harder than you expected it to be.
About that third zap:  You probably don’t remember me turning in that Biology paper late.  You don’t remember because I lied to you by telling you it was completed and turned in on time.  It seemed like a harmless fiction at the time.  I thought that all I had to do was clean up a few last items, so I told you that the paper was done and ready to turn in.  That gave me a free afternoon with you.  I had planned to polish it all off by working late Sunday night, but I was entirely too optimistic.  It was just too much work!  So I didn’t turn that paper in until Wednesday.  
I feel terrible about having lied to you.  I could have told you then, but you had no disciplinary authority over me until we were man and wife.  So it was convenient that this happened to be the spanking my parents decided to “save”.  Now you will be able to deal with everything at once. 
I’m terribly sorry Honey, and I will never lie to you again.  I know my bottom is in serious trouble.  I am ready to accept my punishment. 
If you are wondering, I wrote this part today to make it impossible to change my mind.  I wrote it on the back of my parent’s “envelope spanking” letter so that the two documents would be inseparable.  My parents dictated their letter to me and I typed it for them.  They signed it and then gave it to me to seal in an envelope, but first I wrote this part.  Therefore, my parents haven’t seen this little addition.
Now I must wait three months until you punish me for lying to you, and I must keep this secret and deal with my guilt until then.   

I love you Tim and I am terribly sorry!
Your (future) wife,


Ruth watched anxiously as Tim read her handwritten letter.  Then he frowned and re-read it. He sat for a moment with his eyes closed and his head back, obviously in deep thought.  Finally he looked Ruth in the eyes, “You obviously know what I just read.  Do you have anything to add?”

Her lips quivered, tears sprang to her eyes, “Well, first I want to say how sorry I am and how hard it has been for me to keep this bottled up for three months.  I wanted to tell you back then, but you had no authority to do anything about it.  At least, not unless we involved my parents.”

“There is one more thing,” she said in a strained voice, “In my parent’s view, lying was the worst thing I could do.  When I got caught, it was always either the belt or the hairbrush.”

“That was true for me too,” Tim admitted, “even though my parents weren’t as strict as yours.  So that means that I can’t punish you for lying today.  I don’t know how to handle a belt, and I don’t plan to learn on our honeymoon!  Also, we left our hairbrush back at the church.  Let’s just do your ‘Envelope Spanking’ today, and deal with your lie after your bottom heals.”

Ruth burst into tears, “Please Tim, no!  Do you understand how hard it’s been to bottle this up for three months?  I don’t care how big a mess you make of my bottom, but please give me all of my punishment today!”

Tim really tried to be reasonable, “I see your side of this Honey, but that still leaves us the problem of having no hairbrush.”

Through her tears, she gave him a half smile, “This is the Honeymoon Cottage Tim.  I did a bit of snooping, and found that it comes equipped with a perfectly good hairbrush.  There are a few other interesting things too if you want to see them!”

Tim spoke resignedly, “Just bring me the hairbrush and let’s look at it.”   


Ruth disappeared into the bedroom, Tim heard a drawer open and then squeak closed.  Soon she returned holding a substantial hairbrush.  She handed it to Tim, who hefted it and examined it.  It looked old, timeless.  Appropriately, it was paddle-shaped and  made of hardwood.  It looked like something designed more for spanking than for brushing hair! 

“Well,” Tim mused, “That will certainly do the job.”

Tim turned the brush several times in his hand, thinking furiously.  Ruth watched him with anxious eyes.

Finally he seemed to come to a decision, “I would really rather just give you your “Envelope Spanking” today and then punish you for lying next week.  Do you still want all that punishment at once?  It’s will hurt like Hades you know!”

Obviously positive, Ruth nodded vigorously.  “Please Tim, let’s just get it over with!”

“OK,” he said, against his better judgement, “I understand your position.  If you really want all of your punishment this morning you can have it, but it will be given as two distinct spankings with serious corner time between them. 

He saw Ruth recoil.  That wasn’t precisely what she wanted!  She had been hoping for one grand spanking to settle everything quickly.

She started to speak, perhaps to protest, but Tim stopped her, “That’s the best deal you are going to get.  I would really rather punish you for your lie next week, but if you want it this morning it will be my way.  You don’t get to dictate your own punishment!”

Realizing that Tim had met her halfway, she nodded with a half smile.  They sealed the deal with a hug.  

He turned a chair around from the dinette and sat down purposely.  Automatically, she came to him.  Ruth had kicked off her shoes at the door.  Since they had agreed to wear minimal clothing, undressing Ruth was simple.  She was wearing a short skirt, a peasant blouse  and no underwear.  She could have undressed herself just as easy, but he still got a thrill from unveiling his new wife’s body, so he seldom missed the opportunity.

He spoke formally, “Ruth, This will be your ‘Envelope Spanking.”  Then he picked up the letter and read aloud her parent’s descriptions of the three “zaps” that had earned her this spanking.

“Do you have anything to say before we start?” 

“No Sir”

“Then understand this,” he explained, “I will give you the spanking that your parents are expecting me to give you.  When I let you up from your spanking we will share a quick hug.  After that there will be none of your usual post-spanking antics, no dancing, no rubbing, no touching your bottom.  You will go straight into the corner where you will remain for a full hour.  That will be difficult for both of us, but it’s what you need.  Only then will I take you back across my lap to punish you for lying to me.  Understand?”

“Yes sir”

Tim stood to embrace his wife.  They kissed and then he sat and pulled her across his lap.     

Tim’s inner turmoil wasn’t obvious to Ruth, but it was there!  His head was saying that he didn’t really want to punish his wife.  After all she hadn’t done anything.  At least, she hadn’t done anything recently.  But also, his head understood the reasoning behind the “Envelope Spanking” tradition.  It’s purpose was to establish a certain relationship between a husband and his new wife. 

Tim’s male part had a totally different idea!  That part of Tim seemed to think that spanking Ruth was an exciting idea!

The conflict between that rational side of Tim and the carnal, “cave man” part of him resulted in something that was a new and unwelcome part of Tim’s young married life, guilt!

But still he had a job to do, so he addressed it.  Since this spanking was technically coming from Tim’s parents, he used the “three layer” technique that Mrs. Marsh had taught him.  For the first “layer,” Tim started out rather gently.  He gradually spanked her bottom and thighs to a mild pink, and then steadily increased the force until Ruth was squirming and genuinely sobbing.  The “cave man” side of Tim couldn’t help but enjoy the rippling, heaving and clenching show that Ruth’s bottom put on at such times!    

Then Tim paused, taking time to remind her of why she was being punished.  Then he started the second “layer”, which started out significantly harder and faster than the first layer.  As usual, he continued this “layer” well past the point where Ruth was uncontrollably bawling and was clearly frantic for it to end.  As usual, he restrained her torso so she couldn’t squirm off his lap, but he left her legs free to kick and scissor.  Ruth was in too much pain to notice Tim was doing her a small kindness by not spanking her inner thighs as he usually did.  Unfortunately for her, this was only a temporary kindness.  Tim was reserving that area as an unhappy surprise to be sprung on her second trip across his lap.   

Then came a second pause.  Tim again reminded Ruth about the reason for her punishment, and shifted her slightly on his lap so that his right leg could restrain her legs.  Automatically, albeit unwillingly, the sobbing young lady offered her right hand to be restrained.  Tim grabbed her wrist firmly, keeping that hand from any mischief or harm. 

Only then did Tim unleash the final fusillade of punishment.  Poor Ruth shrieked and bucked as Tim quickly spanked her buttocks and upper thighs to a bright red that was just short of bruising.

Now came the hardest part of Ruth’s first spanking of the day.  Sooner than he usually did, he helped the still bawling, crimson-bottomed, naked young lady to her feet.  He gave her a tender hug, and then escorted her to a handy corner. 

He handed her the hairbrush, telling her to hold it with both hands to remind her not to rub.  Then he instructed her to stand still, “no dancing allowed.”  Then, his heart breaking, he left her to bawl piteously into that corner.

Poor Ruth looked so miserable that it didn’t take long for Tim’s resolve to weaken.  First he dampened a washcloth and washed the tears, drool and snot from her face, and then he placed a box of tissues on a small stand next to her.  Next he laid a pillow on the spanking chair and then slid it behind her. 

He spoke gently, “OK, here is a pillowed chair for you.  Stand or sit as you wish Honey, but you must spend a full hour in this corner thinking about why you are there.” 

Standing in one place was difficult for her.  But even with the pillow it hurt to sit.  So she alternated.

It was hard for Tim to watch!  Her crying finally turned to sobbing, which finally decayed to mere sniffling.  Then he noticed her looking more and more often at the clock as the hour ground on.  He guessed correctly that she was simultaneously anticipating her release from that lonely corner, and dreading her next dose across her husband’s lap.


As I watched my sweet red-bottomed wife sob and fidget in that corner, I realized that I had made my first “rookie mistake” as her husband.  I had intended to only give her the “Envelope Spanking” today.  When I learned about her lie, I agreed that she deserved to be spanked for that, but only after her bottom had been given a chance to recover from her Envelope Spanking.  But now against my better judgement I had allowed myself to be talked into giving her two serious spankings in one morning!

Oh well!  She is young and resilient, so she will recover.  But never again will I allow Ruth to take charge of her own punishment!

Time dragged for me, but it must have been worse for Ruth!  She had to endure that hour freshly spanked and without the physical and psychological aftercare that I normally provide after a spanking.

Finally it was the appointed time.  I announced it, and then gently led my woman to the center of the room.  I removed the pillow, moved the spanking chair next to Ruth, sat down, and held my hand out for the hairbrush.  She gave it up willingly.  I tucked it behind me on the chair where it would be handy.  I would start with my hand.

“This will hurt”, I warned.  “Assuming I do it right, it will hurt for a few days.  But once you’re spanked, you are forgiven!  But I deserve the same promise of forgiveness from you.  Don’t blame me for what’s about to happen to your bottom.  Deal?”

She nodded positively, albeit sadly, “Deal!”

I stood for just long enough to share a tender kiss and a squeeze.  As I sat, she automatically put herself across my lap.

I adjusted her a bit differently than usual.  Her bottom was high, putting her head farther down than usual.  She laid both palms on the floor to support herself.  This was so that I could spring my planned ‘surprise” on her.  It would be painful and unpleasant, but it would be totally safe because I had previously left that part of her unspanked.

I intoned a last reminder, “This is for lying.  Please learn from this spanking so we needn’t ever repeat it.”

Ruth sobbed out an answer, but I didn’t catch it., but her reaction to my next command was quite clear, “Open your thighs Honey and keep them open until I tell you otherwise!”

“Whaaaatt?” she said, turning her head to face me.

Gently but firmly, I repeated the order.  Finally she opened up enough to properly display her inner thighs for correction.  The view was glorious, unbeatable, but unfortunately I wasn’t there to enjoy the view.  I used my hand to spank in that tender area.  Almost immediately she started bawling. 

From painful experience, I knew that it would be almost impossible for her to keep from slamming her thighs together to protect them.   Three times it happened, but three times I patently but firmly ordered her to open them again.  This continued until I had managed to spank that area bright red.  Did you ever hear a lady bellow?  Ruth did as I was spanking her inner thighs.  At least, that’s what it sounded like to me!

When I finally told her to close her thighs, she only too happily obeyed.

I paused just a moment to evaluate  my next target area, to slightly reposition Ruth, and to remind her why she was being punished.  I had previously spanked her bottom and the backs of her thighs bright red, just short of bruising.  In the hour that had passed, her bright red color had faded to an intense pink.

I had no wish to draw this spanking out any further, so it only took a short time to spank the color back into her bottom and thighs as Ruth blubbered, bounced, twisted and kicked.   But I didn’t stop there.  Very cautiously, I spanked her bottom slightly beyond the point that I had spanked it before.  Now it took on a slightly mottled appearance that would morph into mild marking.  Then I quickly did the same to the back for her thighs.  It would be several days before Ruth would again wear short outfits in public!

Now it was time to apply the hairbrush!  I didn’t want to, but I remembered Mr. Marsh’s words, “Ruth must see herself to have been properly punished”.  If I didn’t do this, then Ruth wouldn’t forgive herself for lying to me.  So it must be done!

I also remembered Mr. Marsh’s instructions, which were that just two or three good swats to each spot would do the job.  This hairbrush was heavier than the Marsh family hairbrush, so I decided to apply only eight swats, two to the summit of each buttock and two to each sit-spot.  
I slid my right leg out from under her and used it to pinion her legs, and then reached behind my back where I had stashed the hairbrush.  By now, Ruth had figured out what was about to happen, so she squealed “Oh noooo”.

She bucked and squealed as I applied that heavy hairbrush, but it was mercifully over in a matter of seconds.  Then I was finally done spanking my darling Ruth!  At least, I was done for now.  I had no doubt that neither her bottom nor mine would escape long-term.   

Now on to the after care!


As usual, Tim held his bawling wife in position across his lap, and spoke to her tenderly as her wits gradually returned.  Finally Tim gently and carefully allowed her to her feet.  He hovered near her until he was sure that she had her balance.  Once free, she did an enthusiastic version of her usual “spanked girl” dance.  This was the first time Tim had seen her perform fully naked, so he particularly enjoyed the sight of her firm little breasts bobbing.  

Rather than cuddle together on the spanking chair as they always had done before, they naturally gravitated towards the bedroom.  Tim had already noticed a jar of aloe cream in the medicine cabinet, so he ran to get it as soon as he had Ruth safely on the bed.

Ruth’s bottom was significantly bruised.  She wouldn’t sit comfortably for a few days. 


For the next several minutes, Tim concentrated on attending to his still-sobbing wife.  He washed her face, kissed her tenderly, and then arranged her face-down on the bed so he could attend to her bottom. 

Looking at her bruised bottom, he had a flash of regret, if not guilt.  In fact, Tim felt a bit like a bully after giving his wife two serious spankings in one morning.  Still, her bottom would heal and Tim had learned a useful lesson.  Never again would he allow himself to be maneuvered into delivering a punishment that he didn’t think was wise. . 

He dipped two fingers into the jar and then gently massaged the creme onto her twin orbs, and then worked his way down to her sit-spots.  She sighed in relief as the cream took effect.  When he daubed the first lotion onto her thighs, she automatically opened them to give him access to the spanked inner area. 

It had been Tim’s plan to keep things nonsexual until he received some clear sign of interest from Ruth.  He knew it would eventually happen, he just didn’t expect it so soon!  As he finished treating her inner thighs, she spread even wider and thrust her bottom towards him.  Her desire was unmistakable, so Tim obliged with a gentle probe of his finger, which was received enthusiastically!

Later Tim didn’t even remember undressing, but soon he was naked in bed trying to figure out how to make love to a recently-spanked lady without irritating her bottom.   Naturally, the solution was for her to be on top.  Yet another new experience for the couple!

They napped, and then awoke to make love again.


Tim cooked lunch.  After they ate, Tim insisted that Ruth rest for the remainder of the day.  While she lazed in bed, Tim cleaned the cottage, straightened up, and packed the car with all but last-minute items.  Periodically, he took a break from his labors to cuddle with Ruth.  Ruth’s bottom hurt, but she also enjoyed Tim’s loving attentiveness!  

After a simple supper made of leftovers, they retired early for one last night in the Honeymoon Cottage.

They got up very early Sunday morning.  They dressed in their Sunday clothes, threw the last few things in the car, and then made the three-hour drive home, arriving in plenty of time for church.  Naturally everyone was excited to see them.  Before the meeting the congregation crowded around the couple, greeting them and asking about their honeymoon.  Tim and Ruth blushed at the questions, but gave out few specifics!

For the first time ever, Tim and Ruth sat in the section of pews informally reserved for young married couples.  Several people smirked knowingly when they noticed Ruth squirm on the hard pew.  They guessed correctly that Ruth’s apparent discomfort was caused by the residual effects from her “Envelope Spanking,” but they only guessed half of the story.

That same week, Tim and Ruth moved into a tiny married student’s apartment at the state university.  For the next two years, they would be poor as church mice.  Fortunately, they would hardly notice their poverty because they would have each other and their studies to keep them occupied.  Frequently they would weekend at home, reconnecting with family and church.             


And so we leave Tim and Ruth at the beginning of their loving, happy, sexy and inspiring marriage.  But don’t be concerned about them!  Thanks to those years of guidance from their church and their parents, they have started out on exactly the right track.

Naturally, spanking will remain an important part of their lifestyle.  Tim will always be the head of his family, but by the rules of his church even he is subject to punishment spankings if necessary.  Even as she matures, Ruth will still manage to earn the occasional punishment spanking.  A frequent feature of their marriage will be their role play sessions, which invariably will end in randy “fun” spankings.

A Peek Into the Future:

Ruth sat at the kitchen table facing her seventeen-year-old daughter and a nervous young man of similar age.  The three had just finished a long and earnest talk.  Ruth was impressed with the young man, who truly seemed to be in love with her daughter.  So Ruth was convinced that this man was likely her future son-in-law.  The three of them held hands for a short prayer.  After the prayer, the girl and the boy continued to hold hands as Ruth explained “The Rules” to them.  She also described the consequences they would face should they breach “The Rules”.  After they had solemnly agreed to everything, Ruth allowed the couple upstairs for their first taste of true privacy together.

The circle of life continues.

© Guyspencer 2015

Wednesday, March 04, 2015

On Courting (and spanking) a Christian Girl - Chapter 12

© Guyspencer 2015

On Courting (and Spanking) a Christian Girl
Chapter 12 (Song of Solomon)

Dozens of well-wishers followed the newlyweds out of the Fellowship Hall to wave them off, and to enjoy their reactions to their newly decorated car.  After final tearful hugs with parents, Tim and Ruth piled into their borrowed car.  Waving out the windows, they drove off and quickly turned a corner to finally escape together into their new life.

Their first stop came quickly.  They stopped at Ruth’s house to doff their wedding outfits.  In Ruth’s bedroom they undressed together for the first time ever.  As they did, Ruth’s bed seemed to beacon.  They were married now!  It would be perfectly OK for them to get naked and “do it” right there!  But no, consummating their marriage was too important an event to be sealed with a quick roll in the hay.  Ruth was secretly relieved that Tim didn’t suggest that they try, because she wanted time to relax and become properly prepared to receive his large male organ for the first time.  She was still worried that it was too big for her!

They left their wedding clothing on Ruth’s bed for Mrs. Marsh to deal with later.  Their gear was already waiting at the Honeymoon Cottage, so they dressed in casual clothing and each grabbed their overnight bag.  After  removing some of the less secure and more objectionable  “just married” decorations from their car, they were truly off!  


It was a three hour drive to the cottage.  Neither had been there before, but they had a map.  Tim’s parents had recently visited there, and had cleaned, installed fresh linens, stocked the refrigerator, and left the couple’s luggage.  So everything was ready for them.  They only had to carry in their overnight bags.  Tim dropped that white envelope on the dinette table.

The cottage sat by itself in a wooded area, excellent for secluded hiking.  The outside was plain, but the inside was comfortable and homey. 

In one way, the cottage lived up to its name.  Except for an open sleeping loft, it only had one bedroom, and that bedroom contained an enormous bed! 

Neither Tim nor Ruth thought about how many marriages might have been consummated on that bed over the years, because the consummation of their own marriage was on their minds!

They barely took time to look around the cottage before they closed themselves up in the bedroom.  Tenderly and slowly, they undressed each other.  Then finally, after nearly three years as a couple, they were naked in bed together.

They had discussed this, and had vowed to take their time and do it right.  It wasn’t dark outside yet, so plenty of light filtered through the window, showing them every nuance of each other’s body.  They spend the next hour exploring each other’s bodies and kissing each other in previously forbidden places. 

Finally the moment for their merging came.  The practical Mrs. Marsh had warned Ruth to put two towels under her the first time, and had given her a little bottle of K-Y warming liquid to facilitate their first attempts at coitus.     

It went badly at first.  The inexperienced couple found it surprisingly hard to get Tim’s impressive tool in just the right spot and at just the right angle.  They tried unsuccessfully for several minutes!  Soon, they were both giggling at themselves, which actually helped Ruth relax, leading to their ultimate success.

As excited as he was, Tim really tried to be gentle, although it’s questionable how gentle he really was.  Anyhow, Ruth felt a moment of pain, and then they were finally one!

The earth didn’t move for Ruth, and it moved all too soon for Tim.  But they had been warned that the first time would be like that!  But nobody had warned poor Tim that the experience might leave his new wife in tears, and he was horrified at the blood!

It took Ruth a moment to figure out why she was crying, and longer to explain it to Tim.  It was a combination of joy that they were finally free to truly love one another, and relief that she really could accommodate Tim’s unusually large manhood.  Others had assured her that it would be OK, but there was no way for her to truly know until she had tried it!  The blood, she assured Tim, was a one-time thing.

Even though their first time had been far less than perfect, it was memorable and sex would only get better from here!

Naturally, they spent their night together naked in bed.  We need not describe all that happened that night, except to say that it wasn’t particularly restful.  They had forgotten to eat supper the evening before, so they arose early to make breakfast. 

Tim hadn’t noticed exactly when it happened, but that envelope that contained Ruth’s “Envelope Spanking” had been moved.  It had been on the dinette table, but now it sat in the magazine rack.  It wasn’t hidden, it was just out of the way.  So Tim guessed correctly that Ruth simply didn’t want to be continually be reminded of it.

After breakfast, they showered and then returned to bed!

That afternoon they explored the area around the cottage.  There were hiking paths that went off in several different directions.  They had discussed their honeymoon wardrobe, and decided that simpler would be better.  They would wear just enough clothing to avoid embarrassment should they meet someone on the hiking trail.  Tim wore jogging shorts and t-shirt.  At Tim’s request, Ruth wore simple tops and short skirts, even though she usually preferred slacks.  Neither bothered with underwear.  The breeze tickling her bare bottom and private parts under her short skirt made Ruth feel wanton, sexy and alive as never before!     
That evening they dressed in nice clothes and drove to a nearby small town, where the nice lady who owned the Honeymoon Cottage had arranged an excellent supper for them at a superb local restaurant.

It was dark when they arrived back at the Honeymoon Cottage.  There were no street lights for miles, so Tim had to pick his way down the narrow and dark track to find the cottage.   
Finally they parked outside.  They sat and necked quietly in the car for a few moments before Tim announced, “We can’t just stay in bed all the time, so I have something special in mind for this evening.  Do you trust me Ruth?”

What else could she say?  “Of course dear.”

“Do you remember that Drama class we took for an elective?

“Yes,” she said, making it a question.

“Were going to have our own little dramatic presentation, just for the two of us.  It will be more fun if I don’t tell you much ahead of time.  Follow my lead, and we’ll just improvise as we go.  OK?”

Intrigued, Ruth hugged Tim, “OK, I’ll do my best.”

He took her by the arm and led her into the bedroom.  As he did, she had the irreverent thought, “This is different?  We always go to the bedroom!”

“Keep all your clothes on”, Tim ordered, “Your name is Angel, but you’re no angel!  You’re a senior in a strict private high school, and you have just been caught smoking in the girl’s room.  You’re in the school’s outer office, waiting to see the Principal.” 

He pointed to the bedroom door, “That is the door to the Principal’s office.”  Pointing out the clock on the night stand, he spoke firmly, “Young lady, I want you to think about the trouble you’re in and what cigarettes do to your body!  In exactly five minutes you will knock on the Principal’s door.  If Mr. Collins is ready for you, he will call you in.  I would hate to be in your shoes young lady!”

At that, Tim left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.   In the cottage’s common room, Tim quickly rearranged the furniture into the best representation of a Principal’s office he could manage with the time and resources available.

Inside the bedroom, Ruth found her heart racing as she watched the clock.  What was going to happen?   She suspected what Tim had in mind.  It would end with a “fun” spanking?

At the appointed moment, “Angel” (Ruth) knocked.  Tim gruffly called her in. 

In the middle of the living area, she found the Principal, “Mr. Collins” sitting behind his desk.  The Principal looked a lot like Tim, and the desk looked a lot like the dinette table, but Ruth was eager to play along.

Her hands together, her eyes downcast, she walked up to the desk.  “I’m so sorry Mr. Collins.  It will never happen again.  I promise!”

“So you admit it Angel?  We can drop all pretense and agree that you were smoking in the girl’s room?   You of course know that is forbidden!”

Looking down, “Angel” nodded sadly.

“Then we can move right on,” the Principal growled.  He then proceeded to deliver a lecture on the evils of smoking and the fire danger to the school as “Angel” seemed to shrink in mortification.

Then the Principal picked up Angel’s file.  (Never mind that the “file” resembled an old lady’s magazine.)

“I see that this is the third time you have been in here for discipline this semester.  It seems that we will require stronger action to get through to you.”

The girl spoke to the floor, “Yes sir.”

The Principal’s voice boomed, making the poor girl jump, “You are a disgrace to your school uniform, so you don’t deserve to wear it.  Take it off, neatly fold it, and lay it on my desk .”

Mortified, the girl first removed her blouse, exposing a lacy bra.  She folded it and shakily laid it before the great man.  Her skirt followed, exposing panties that were decidedly non-regulation.  He shook his head in disgust, then pointed meaningfully to her shoes.  One foot at a time, she doffed them and slid them under the desk.  The girl stood before her Principal’s desk wearing only her bra and panties.  

He pointed her to a corner, “Put your nose in that corner.  Think about what you did and think about how your bottom is about to feel.”

She begged!  With tears coursing down her cheeks she pleaded,  “No!  Please Mr.  Collins.  If you spank me, my parents will spank me too.  Please!  I’ll do anything!  But please don’t spank me.”

“You should have thought of that before,” he growled,  imperiously pointing her into the corner.


Ruth stood in the corner whilst recalling that her Drama professor frequently talked about “suspension of disbelief”.  She knew perfectly well that she wasn’t really in a Principal’s office, and that no real Principal would make her strip down to bra and panties like this.  But if she didn’t believe any of that was really happening, then why was her heart beating so hard?  And why were her panties so wet?          

Apparently, the Principal was a dirty old man.  He came up behind her and unhooked her bra!  As if that weren’t bad enough, he brazenly pulled down her panties and ordered her to step out!  Fortunately she didn’t have to display herself to the evil man because she was still facing that corner.

Then “Angel’s” knees became weak when she heard the squeak of a chair being dragged into position behind her.  Then the Principal grabbed her by an upper arm!


Tim was enjoying his role as the Principal!  He was especially enjoying the darling sight of “Angel’s” bare backside protruding from the corner.  When he had pulled down her panties, he had almost planted a kiss on Ruth’s bottom, but that would be breaking character!

He could easily have picked up that armless chair to move it into the center of the room, but Tim had a flair for drama.  He knew that if he dragged it, Ruth would recognize that sound for what it was, and grasp its disciplinary portent.

Then, for a bit more drama, he grasped “Angel” firmly by an upper arm and marched the naked girl to the spanking chair.  He sat down and quickly pulled her across his lap.  She barely had time to notice that the “Principal” had stripped down to briefs and T-shirt.

Ruth added a bit of her own drama by kicking and squealing considerably more than necessary.  Tim added his own drama by spanking “Angel’s bottom to a true pink color and until her squirms had become genuine!  There were even a few genuine tears.

Although he was judicious with the power and the tempo of his spanks, he spanked sufficiently hard to momentarily flatten Ruth’s nether globes.  They deliciously jiggled back into their perfect female shape between spanks.  She clenched and wriggled her bottom as the sting built, but some of that action was caused by the aroused young lady hunching herself against Tim’s leg.

Finally Tim dropped the pretense.  He massaged his wife’s bottom as she hunched and squirmed.  Her thighs opened wide, and Tim took the hint, finding her dampness and expertly massaging her special place.  Ruth came quickly and violently.

Moments later, Ruth was in her customary post-spanking position, facing Tim, her thighs astride his lap.  They kissed and embraced for a few moments, but then Ruth pushed herself off his lap and sank to her knees.  She teased his rigid penis from his briefs.  And then for the first time ever, she took him in her mouth.          

Before their marriage, there had been nothing in “The Rules” to specifically prohibit Ruth from giving Tim oral sex, but the couple had agreed that oral sex was a premarital step too far.  But now they were married, so anything goes!

Now it was Tim’s turn to buck and clench as Ruth inexpertly twirled her tongue around the end of his penis.  When she detected the signs of an imminent explosion, she selfishly stopped before it could happen.  She had other plans for that orgasm!

Their role play forgotten, they rushed for the bedroom and an evening of spanking-fueled passion.

Thus ended our newlywed’s first full day in the Honeymoon Cottage.

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On Courting (and spanking) a Christian Girl - Chapter 11

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On Courting (and spanking) a Christian Girl
Chapter 11 (Colossians)

It was Saturday, the day before Tim and Ruth’s wedding.  Naturally, both Tim and Ruth were eager and on edge.  It made things much harder, yet sweeter and more memorable, that the couple had made a solemn pact that neither would have an orgasm for the last week before the great event.  It was worse for Tim.  Lack of release merely made Ruth jittery and served to focus her mind on sex, but Tim’s male physiology worked against him.  Poor Tim was in pain!   

Saturday morning, the couple and their parents met at the church.  They spent nearly two hours setting up the banquet tables in the Fellowship Hall and decorating the hall and the church sanctuary for tomorrow’s wedding and reception.

The Pastor, along and the best man and maid of honor, showed up for a rehearsal just as everyone finished work.  After the rehearsal,  the Pastor and the couple spent an hour together in the Pastor’s study for prayer, reflection, and a final premarital counseling session.  Then everybody met at a local restaurant for a simple rehearsal lunch. 

By church custom, that would be the last time the couple would see each other until Ruth walked down the aisle at her father’s arm to the sounds of the Wedding March.  Both Ruth and Tim would dedicate that last evening to their parents, to mark their last day as their unmarried offspring.  Tim’s parents would take him out to a nice restaurant, but Ruth’s parents would fix a cozy meal at home. 

So the couple parted with mixed feelings.  On one hand they were reluctant to be separated.  But on the other hand, they knew that the next time they met it would be to join together for life!  So Tim left with his parents, and Ruth left with hers. 

When he and his parents returned from their evening meal at the restaurant, Tim could have begged off and retired early, but actually he spent a nice evening reminiscing with them and excitedly discussing his honeymoon plans and his anticipation of newly married life and life as a university student.  His parents were happy and thankful that their son seemed so attentive that evening, but actually part of his motivation was that he was afraid to face a long sleepless night and the temptation from his seemingly permanently aroused condition! 


That night was difficult for both Ruth and Tim, but finally it was over and the big day was upon them.

Tim, along with his wedding party, stood before the congregation.  The piano struck up the Wedding March.  Finally Ruth appeared, a vision in white.  She was wearing a generations-old wedding dress, but rags couldn’t have hid her glowing beauty.

Across the length of the church the lovers locked eyes and smiled at each other.  But as Ruth took her father’s arm and started her march down the aisle, things went tenderly awry.  Ruth started thinking about leaving her parents and how much she loved the man who was walking her down the aisle.  Tears started to flow.  She didn’t understand what an emotional moment this was for her seemingly tough father, who was about to present his only daughter to another man, but the man’s face was also wet with tears.  Viewing this tender scene, Tim had a similar reaction.  In full view of the congregation, tears ran down his face.  The effect spread through the church faster than any contagion.  Soon there wasn’t a dry eye in the house.           

Maintaining a professional detachment, the Pastor dramatically started the wedding service with the immortal words from Genesis, “Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh.”

Then he went on to praise the couple and gave examples of their devotion to each other over their long engagement.  Mrs. Marsh’s chest swelled in pride as the Pastor praised the couple’s “purity”, a codeword which every adult in the congregation instantly understood meant that both were still virgins.  Then he intoned words from Hebrews, “Marriage is honorable in all, and the bed undefiled: but whoremongers and adulterers God will judge.”  Then he made it clear that Tim and Ruth had nothing to fear in that respect!

Both Tim and Ruth had hoped that the Pastor’s mini-sermon would give them time to get their emotions in check before their part came.  But it didn’t happen!  Both of them had to gasp and sob their way through their vows.  They exchanged rings, which were modest silver bands.

Finally the moment came, the Pastor pronounced them Man and Wife!

Tim and Ruth exchanged the traditional kiss, but somehow it didn’t end there.  They embraced.  The rest of the world seemed to fade away from them.  Suddenly they were the only couple in the world!  But actually, they still stood before the entire congregation.  Watching the lovers cling together, many a hanky dabbed at many an eye.  It took a loud throat-clearing from the Pastor to call the couple back from their own little world. 

The receiving line formality went quickly because everyone already knew everybody, and all knew that wonderful food awaited in the Fellowship Hall.


A potluck meal is a wonderful invention!  Each family brought their very best specialty dish and set it on the buffet for all to enjoy.  As usual, there was way too much food!  And not incidentally, the family was spared the expense of a caterer.  The Pastor said grace and then everyone dug in.  Tim and Ruth sat alone at the head table facing the congregation. Unfortunately Ruth was so worried about staining that borrowed heirloom wedding dress that she just picked at her food.  There was a table full of homemade deserts, but even that was redundant because the Marsh family had provided a multi-tiered wedding cake.

Then it was on to the public opening of the wedding gifts.  Since everyone knew that the new couple wouldn’t be actually setting up housekeeping until they graduated from the University, the pile of wrapped gifts was smaller than usual, but there was a basket of envelopes that likely contained much needed cash and checks.

It was well known to both Tim and Ruth that there would likely be at least two events at the reception that were designed to be blush-inducing.  One of them would likely be somewhere in that pile of wrapped gifts.                      

It’s easy to box and wrap a hairbrush so that it’s impossible to guess the contents from the outside.  So when Ruth opened that particular box, she blushed furiously and tried to jam it back in the box before anyone noticed.  Naturally, it didn’t work!  The congregation insisted that she pose with the brush as flashbulbs popped.  Rising to the occasion, she handed to hairbrush to Tim.  “Tim,” she said, “I’m pretty sure that my parents intended for you to take charge of this.”

Tim accepted the object with a shy grin, but every adult in the room, (with the possible exception of Tim’s parents who were guests at that church) knew that the brush was just as likely to visit Tim’s bottom as it was to redden Ruth’s lovely bottom.

Then Ruth had at least one more embarrassing ritual to endure.  It would happen just before they left the reception.  Naturally, Ruth was anxious to leave the reception as soon as she could politely do so.  Her honeymoon and unencumbered erotic togetherness with her new husband beaconed!    But leaving sooner would mean facing that last embarrassment sooner. 

In the end, it wasn’t Ruth’s decision to make.

After all the gifts had been opened, everyone sat back down for wedding cake.  Once the cake had been eaten and the last cup of coffee consumed, the Pastor stood and asked the congregation to form two lines across the hall.

Knowing what was about to happen, Ruth blushed furiously!  Ruth’s parents had momentarily disappeared.  Those two lines of parishioners formed a walkway that led from the newlyweds to a certain door at the opposite end of the hall.   

Everyone grew quiet, expectant.

Ruth parents emerged through that door carrying an envelope on a silver tray.  Ruth knew exactly what it contained; it was her “Envelope Spanking”.

Ceremoniously, Ruth’s parents walked through the walkway formed by the two lines of people, carrying the envelope on the tray.  They stopped in front of the newlywed’s table.  Respectfully, Tim and Ruth stood.

Speaking so that the entire congregation could hear, Mr. Marsh explained the envelope, “Tim, this is Ruth’s ‘Envelope Spanking.’  You may know the custom, but please allow me to explain anyhow.  It is the custom in this church for a bride’s parents to ‘save’ one spanking the future bride has earned so that it can be delivered by her new husband on their honeymoon.  Three months ago, Ruth earned a spanking.  Ruth, myself, and my wife agreed to delay that spanking.  The full particulars of what Ruth did to earn that spanking are in this envelope.” 

“Tim, it will be your job as Ruth’s husband to deliver that spanking for us sometime during your honeymoon.  Don’t be timid, and don’t feel overly sorry for Ruth.  She earned this spanking fair and square, so deliver a full measure of discipline to your new wife’s bottom.”

Then the Pastor stepped forward to speak, “The delivery of the ‘Envelope Spanking’ is a lighthearted part of every wedding reception in this church, but it also has a serious side!  Among other important things, a wedding signifies the moment that a new family is born.  The Bible tells us that the husband is always head of that family, which means that, among other things, he is in charge of discipline.   It is important to establish this relationship early on, so we ask the bride’s parents to ‘save’ one of the last spankings that they would have given their daughter.  Sometime during the honeymoon, the new husband will deliver that spanking to his new bride.  It is important that he deliver it in its entirety, and do it just as hard as the parents would have.  And naturally, he should do it in love, just as her parents would surely have done so.

The Pastor finished with a Bible quote that was familiar to every adult in his congregation, “Wives, submit to your husbands, as is fitting with the Lord.  Husbands, love your wives and do not be harsh with them.”

At that, he ceremoniously picked up the envelope and handed it to Tim.  “Do you accept this duty Timothy, and will you discharge it in love but also in firmness?”

Tim answered simply, “I will.” 

But by now Tim was very good at reading the emotions behind his new wife’s face.  As Ruth looked at the envelope, he saw something strange in her expression.  Something about that envelope frightened or perhaps saddened her.  He knew that Ruth was brave and accepting about taking punishments that she had earned, so what was her problem?  He would eventually need to get to the bottom of that, but today wasn’t the time.  Tim simply accepted and pocketed the envelope.  

Then the Pastor turned to Ruth, “Ruth, please promise that you will fully accept this punishment that you have earned, and accept it with grace.  Further, I request your promise before God and everybody here that you will insist on a full measure of punishment and do nothing to minimize it or escape it.”

Her face blushing puce, Ruth managed to speak loudly enough to be heard, “Before  God, my parents, and the entire congregation, I promise.”                            

Finally, Tim and Ruth were free to say their goodbyes to friends and family and depart to start their new life!

Momentarily forgotten, the hairbrush remained behind.  Along with the other gifts, it would be collected and safeguarded by their parents for their return from their honeymoon.

But Ruth’s “Envelope Spanking” accompanied them, along with its bit of mystery .

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