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


Blogger Kris Warner said...

Aw! What a lovely end though I'm sad to say goodbye.

1:34 AM, March 17, 2015  
Anonymous Skyler said...

What a wonderful story. This is one of the best I've ever read. Thank you for sharing it.

9:13 PM, March 06, 2018  

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