“You really have grown up, haven’t you?” he said, smiling and touching her cheek tenderly. “I fear you’re no longer my little girl,” he added ruefully.
Shelley smiled brightly. “Daddy, I’ll always be your little princess,” she told him, kissing him affectionately on the cheek.
Lord Frederick nodded. “Yes, and you finally got your fairy-tale ending,” he noted.
Lady Annabelle joined them and hugged her daughter.
“Mother, do you have any words of wisdom for me, about marriage?” Shelley asked.
Lady Annabelle smiled. “Men are rarely right, but if you pretend they are, it boosts their egos, and then they’re so much easier to manipulate,” she grinned, kissing her husband when he raised his eyebrows in mock annoyance. “Keep them sweet and you can get anything you want.” Lady Annabelle earned herself another stern look from her husband, which made her laugh heartily. Shelley giggled in response.
Turning to her daughter, Lady Annabelle’s smile disappeared and she gripped her husband’s hand tightly. “Shelley, if you take your vow to obey your husband seriously, and allow him to guide you on the right path, you’ll have a very happy marriage,” she added, kissing Lord Frederick softly.
Shelley nodded, gripping Henry’s hand and gazing into his eyes. As her parents walked away, she promised him, “I’ll be a very obedient wife.”
Pulling her into his arms, Henry pressed his lips against his wife’s and reached down to pat her bottom affectionately. “Just don’t be too well behaved,” he grinned, “or I’ll have no reason to spank this luscious bottom.”
Shelley gasped loudly, faking shock, before giggling and hugging her husband. She was going to enjoy being married very much.
Chapter Eighteen
At the end of the day, an exhausted Shelley bid her guests farewell. Finally she was left with Henry and her parents.
Lord Frederick embraced his daughter. “I have never seen you look more beautiful than you did today. I am so proud of you.”
Lady Annabelle hugged her daughter too. “Your father’s right. We’re both so proud of you. You looked absolutely stunning.”
“Come on,” said Henry, rising to his feet. “Time to get my wife to the little cottage I’ve hired for our wedding night,” he smiled, scooping her up into his arms. Shelley squealed with delight when he carried her from his home and out to his waiting car.
She waved to her parents as the car moved down the driveway, before turning to her husband and kissing him, smiling as she dreamed of the delights that married life would bring.
Shelley was pleased they didn’t have far to travel, and less than half an hour later they pulled up outside a delightful little cottage that was totally secluded. Henry’s driver Jennings carried their luggage into the house, and Henry scooped Shelley into his arms and carried her over the threshold. “What are you doing?” she squealed. “Put me down! You’ll put your back out if you insist on carrying me everywhere!” Henry grinned in response and kissed her.
Making sure they had everything they needed, and arranging to pick them back up the next day, Shelley was relieved when Jennings finally left. She watched Henry light a fire before he sat on the sofa and pulled her into his arms. They kissed and cuddled for a while, before Henry lifted her to her feet, gazed at her lovingly, and guided her across his lap.
“Now, young lady,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist and resting his hand on her bottom. “As my wife, you will be expected to obey me without question,” he said, raising his hand and smacking it down gently on her bottom. Shelley lay still, totally confused.
As he smacked her behind once more, she giggled. “That doesn’t even hurt.”
“Do you want it to?” he asked, smacking her a little firmer. “Nooooo,” shrieked Shelley, squirming across his lap. The smack, although sharper, was still nothing like a proper spanking, and she laughed loudly as she wiggled her bottom enticingly, inviting him to continue.
Shelley squealed with delight when Henry continued to playfully spank her bum. Her mother had removed the train from her wedding gown during the reception, but her dress and underskirts were cushioning her bottom well.
“I don’t think you can feel this,” Henry pointed out, struggling to raise her many skirts and petticoats. When he had the various layers piled up on her back, he rested his other hand gently on her frilly satin bloomers.
Shelley squirmed impatiently as he rubbed her ass, smiling brightly when he again started to spank her gently.
She held her breath when his hands moved to the ties on her bloomers, and with shaking hands he unfastened the pink ribbons and caressed her bare backside. Shelley swallowed anxiously when his hand rubbed her naked flesh, his fingers straying between her legs and casually brushing against her pussy lips.
He started to spank her once more, but this time his smacks were slightly sharper. Shelley whimpered and squirmed, but was surprised that the sting was pleasurable and she began to get a strange feeling between her legs, a bit like when she touched herself. His hand suddenly landed a harder smack, forcing her hips forward, and Shelley gasped and spread her legs slightly.
“Naughty girl,” scolded Henry, landing a harder smack on her backside. Shelley opened her legs wider, raising herself towards his hand. She sighed loudly when he took hold of her bloomers and whipped them down her thighs until they pooled around her ankles.
“Spread your legs wider,” he urged, his fingers gently caressing her swollen clit, and moving easily along her slick pussy lips. His finger delved into her and Shelley arched her back, groaning in pleasure.
Henry thrust his finger in and out of her moist pussy with some urgency, adding another finger and using his thumb to rub her clit at the same time, Shelley squirmed across his lap and panted as she approached her first ever orgasm. When she finally lost control and cried out, her eyes widened as he removed his finger from her throbbing pussy and thrust it into her tight bottom hole. What surprised her even more was that her orgasm heightened and she slumped across his lap, bucking her hips as she yelled out in pleasure, her anus contracting around his finger.
Shelley was disappointed when her orgasm subsided, and Henry landed a swat to her ass before helping her to her feet. He kissed her lips and smiled. “What’s wrong?” he asked anxiously, as she pouted. “Didn’t you like that?”
Shelley grinned. “I want more,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing when he smiled and kissed her softly. “Me too,” he whispered, their kiss becoming more passionate. Suddenly he stopped kissing her, spun her away from him, and practically ripped the buttons from her gown in his eagerness to undress her.
As her dress fell to the floor, he turned her to face him. “Do you want to go to bed?” he asked, his arms wrapping around her and caressing her slightly pink behind.
Shelley shook her head. “I want to stay here,” she said, shuddering when he removed her petticoats and she stood naked before him.
“Lie down,” he told her, pulling the rug from in front of the blazing fire across to the centre of the room. Shelley sat on the thick mat and lay back, gasping when Henry straddled across her, his hard cock pressing against her pussy. She briefly wondered if losing her virginity would hurt, whimpering when he suddenly leaned forward and took her breast in his mouth and suckled gently on her nipple. His fingers toyed with her other nipple, and all the time his hardness pressed uncomfortably against her crotch.
“Henry,” she gasped, wrapping her arms around him and gripping him tightly, trying to close her legs and prevent him entering her. “I’m still a virgin,” she told him quietly, her body suddenly tense.
Henry kissed her passionately and she felt his cock swell as it pressed against her.
“I’m very pleased to hear that,” he whispered, trailing kisses down her neck. “You’ll be fine,” he promised. “I won’t hurt you. Are you very nervous?”
Shelley closed her eyes and nodded, clinging to him. Henry eased her hands from around his neck and knelt b
ack on his heels, removing his cock from between her legs. She gazed at it and swallowed anxiously, as he took her hand and encouraged her to touch it, which she did very tentatively. Looking up at him, she whispered, “Please be gentle.”
Henry smiled encouragingly at her, before he pushed her to the floor and lowered himself onto her once more. He gently eased her legs apart, leaning down and kissing her pussy. Shelley gasped as his tongue trailed along the length of her sex, flicking against her tender clit, circling around her tensed entrance. Poking his tongue into her, he carefully spread her legs wider.
“Good girl,” he whispered, removing his tongue and climbing on top of her. Shelley pulled his face close to hers, kissed him deeply, and savoured the taste of her own sex. As his cock pressed against her pussy, she kept her legs wide open and held her breath, her body taut as his cock nudged gently against her entrance.
“Relax, sweetheart, I don’t want to hurt you,” he urged, slowly and patiently inching his way into her, pushing himself up onto his hands as he gazed lovingly down at her. As he met with resistance, he stopped and leaned forward, kissing her softly, and then deepening their kiss. Shelley’s eyes widened as his thick cock slowly stretched her, but he was patient and she finally began to relax.
Without warning, Henry braced himself and thrust firmly into her, drowning her cries with his kisses as she clung tightly to him.
Shelley squeezed her eyes firmly shut as her virginity was taken, but it was not quite as painful as she had expected, and she quickly opened her eyes and looked at her husband longingly. “I love you,” she whispered, spreading her legs wider, encouraging him to thrust hard into her. As he moved his hips slowly, easing his big cock in and out of her, Shelley moaned with pleasure as his tongue explored her mouth. Henry grunted as he thrust harder, and Shelley responded to his kiss, mimicking his actions and moving her tongue against his, raising her hips to meet him. She gasped loudly as the friction between their bodies stimulated her clitoris, and her nipples ached for his touch. She arched her back as Henry rocked his hips in a gentle motion, his cock filling her deeply, and he leaned forward and began to lick and suck her nipples.
Suddenly Henry’s body stiffened and he grunted as he thrust hard one last time into her. Shelley clung on to him as she felt him emptying his seed inside of her. Her eyes widened, shocked at the sensation of his semen filling her. When his cock started to slide out of her, she wrapped her legs and arms around him to keep him close, reluctant to allow him to leave her just yet.
When Henry got his breath back, he kissed Shelley softly and smiled at her, as he struggled to release himself from her tight hold. He rose to his feet and took her hand, pulling her up from the floor.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, smiling kindly at her. Shelley nodded and her cheeks flushed when he leaned forward and gently kissed her bare breasts. Shelley suddenly felt very vulnerable and anxious standing naked in front of a man, and she quickly crossed her arms over her chest. “No,” she complained, covering herself.
Henry sighed and frowned. Shelley panicked when he walked into the kitchen and returned with a straight-backed chair, which he placed in the centre of the room. He sat down on the chair, staring at her arms that covered her breasts. Her cheeks flushed pink and she lowered her eyes.
“Let me look at you,” he whispered calmly. Shelley shook her head as he pulled her towards him, prying her hands away and holding them at her sides. Shelley squirmed uncomfortably, gasping loudly when he leaned forward and kissed her breasts, taking one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking hard, nipping it slightly with his teeth.
“No!” gasped Shelley. Her pussy throbbed, but she desperately wanted to cover herself. She tried to push Henry away, but he took her nipple in his mouth, sucking firmly. As she tried to break free once more, he reached up and took her nipples in his hands, pinching them between thumb and forefinger, as she closed her eyes and threw her head back.
“Good girl,” he whispered, releasing her and scowling when her hands once more went up to cover her breasts.
“Shelley, if you continue to try and hide your body from me, I will bind your hands behind your back. If you continue to misbehave, I will tie you spread-eagled to the bed so I can have a good look at you,” he chided. His young wife’s cheeks coloured, and her hands reluctantly moved back to her sides.
“You’re my wife and you will be obedient,” he told her gently, reaching out and running his fingers over her naked flesh, pulling her towards him and kissing her stomach gently, his hands snaking around to caress her backside. “If you don’t behave, I’ll smack your bum,” he warned, giving her bottom a warning slap that made her jump. Shelley gasped, feeling ridiculous standing in front of him with no clothes on, but at the same time felt incredibly turned on by his actions.
When Shelley tried to cover her nudity with her hands once more, Henry sighed and immediately stopped touching her. She opened her eyes and objected loudly when he tugged her across his lap.
Squirming and whimpering, Shelley kicked her legs frantically when he landed six sharp smacks to each buttock. Her spanking stopped as suddenly as it had started, and Henry quickly helped her to her feet.
Standing her in front of him, he ordered her to put her hands on her head. Closing her eyes, she obeyed him, her cheeks flushing pink as she felt foolish. “Spread your legs,” he told her, and she shuffled them apart slightly. “More.” Chewing her lower lip, she moved her legs a little farther apart. As he put his hand between her legs and fingered her pussy, she gasped and threw her head back, and as she became more aroused, she willingly spread her legs even wider.
“Oh, please,” she gasped, her body trembling with arousal. Her head was spinning and she feared she might fall over as his fingers probed inside her, and his thumb rubbed firmly against her throbbing clit. Removing her hands from her head and putting them on his shoulders, she slumped forward and braced herself, her legs quivering as her knees buckled.
Without a word he removed his fingers, stood, and lifted her into his arms. Carrying her into the bedroom, he lay her trembling body down on the four-poster bed.
Shelley watched wide-eyed as he stood in front of her and undressed, and she held her breath when his cock hardened once more as he approached her. Climbing onto the bed, Henry immediately eased himself between her spread thighs.
Shelley gasped when he entered her again, though she was much more lubricated this time and he seemed to slip easily into her. He thrust hard as he pressed his lips against hers and kissed her passionately, and she clung to him, raising her hips as he moved slowly inside of her.
She was disappointed when Henry stopped, and was confused when he pulled out of her and told her to get onto her hands and knees. She reluctantly got into position, concerned he might spank her if she disobeyed, and she gasped when her new husband suddenly entered her roughly from behind. His fingers toyed with her sensitive clit, his cock pounding into her aching pussy, and minutes later the pair noisily orgasmed together. Shelley squealed with delight when Henry landed a few firm smacks on her bottom, as her twitching pussy milked his cock. Exhausted, he lay down beside her and held her close.
As she lay facing him, Shelley smiled brightly, kissing his face and thanking him. Henry smiled and kissed her nose. “Thank you too,” he whispered, gathering her in his arms and caressing her soft skin. Moments later Shelley drifted off into a deep sleep, her buttocks stinging slightly, her nipples tender, and her pussy aching, but feeling utterly content.
* * *
The following morning Shelley was surprised to be woken by her husband, who was climbing on top of her, eager to make love again. He easily slipped inside of her, kissing her passionately as he thrust hard into her, encouraging her to meet his thrusts with her own. She was quite light-headed when she experienced another orgasm and felt him ejaculate inside of her.
She couldn’t stop smiling when he led her through to the kitchen afterwards for breakfast. Once they had eaten, they packed a
nd returned home. Kissing and caressing in the back of the car on the ride home, Shelley felt rejuvenated and was desperate to get him back into bed. When they pulled up outside the house, Henry reached into the car and lifted her out.
“What are you doing?” she shrieked, squirming in his arms as he carried her towards the house and up the steps to the front door. “You carried me over the threshold of the cottage,” she reminded him.
“And now I’m carrying my wife over the threshold of my home,” he answered, kissing her softly on the lips as he reached the top step. The front door was immediately opened by his butler.
“How does he do that?” Shelley mumbled, as Henry carried her through the door.
“What?” Henry asked, kissing her once more.
“Know when you’re home?” she queried, looking at the butler and wondering if he could magically see through doors. She had noticed before that whenever Henry approached the front door, his efficient butler would open it immediately. She suddenly shuddered at the thought of him being able to see through their bedroom door, and hoped his butler did not possess such powers.
Henry laughed heartily. “He hears the car engine,” he told her, chuckling louder as her cheeks flushed pink. “And then he listens for my footsteps approaching the door.”
Shelley squealed for Henry to put her down, suddenly feeling foolish. He did as she asked, lowering her to the floor and allowing her to stand for approximately two seconds, before throwing her over his shoulder and heading for the stairs. Shelley shrieked and pounded her fists playfully against his back. “Put me down this instant,” she demanded, as he headed up the stairs. When they reached the top step, Henry turned and headed towards their bedroom. Shelley playfully swatted his back, yelling loudly when his hard hand landed on her bottom, and he continued to firmly spank her as he carried her into their room.
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