Luke's First Bride

by Rayanna Jamison

  Growing worried, he stepped outside and gazed up the street. It was pitch dark outside, and the air had a bite to it. As he stood there, something cold and wet fell, landing on the tip of his nose.

  It was snowing.

  The snowflakes were large and falling fast, and within minutes the ground was covered. Luke swore under his breath. It rarely snowed in Green Valley, and no one seemed to know how to drive in inclement weather as they were so used to the hot, dry climate. He knew he had to go find Rosa before it got any worse.

  He drove up and down the streets of Green Valley, which were even more deserted than usual for this time of night. Finally he spotted her car, about a quarter mile down the street from the home where Beth Anne lived. He could see that she was inside her car, and he strode over to her quickly.

  As soon as she saw him, she exited the car and ran into his arms. She was shivering. He took off his coat, and wrapped it around her, then scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to his truck, where he turned the heater on full blast.

  "Are you okay?" He asked, not really concerned. He could see that she was fine, if a little chilled.

  "I'm fine, but I ran out of gas, and my phone died, and I left my charger at home and I tried to go to Beth Anne's but they weren't there!" A large tear ran down her cheek, and her lip quivered as she spoke. Not checking the gas, and not having her phone charger at all times in case of an emergency, were main components of their responsibility and safety rule, and he suspected that fact was the real reason behind her tears.

  "Well," he spoke carefully and thoughtfully, as he started the truck, and began driving towards home. "I'm sure you now understand the reason behind our rules about those things. What would have happened if I didn't find you? What if you weren't in town, but on a highway somewhere, or up some back road?"

  Rosa was silent, but she nodded.

  Luke opened his mouth, but he saw no reason to continue lecturing at the moment. He had found her, she was safe, and they both knew there would be consequences for her actions at some point tonight. Right now, he just wanted to get her home, into a warm bath, and get some food in her stomach. He suspected she had not yet eaten dinner.

  By the time they pulled up at their house, there was already a good two inches of snow on the roads, and he was grateful for his big truck. He helped Rosa down, holding on to her so she didn't slip, and took her into the house, carefully placing her on the couch.

  She smiled at him, but laughed. "Luke, I'm fine. You don't have to carry me, or take care of me. I ran out of gas and my phone was dead. You're acting like I was in an accident or something!"

  "Enjoy it while it lasts." He said. "I'm fully aware of what you did, and what happened to you, as well as a few other things we haven't discussed yet. And make no mistake, we will be having a discussion about all of it. But first, I'm going to get you nice and warm, and make you something to eat. Stay right there and don't move." He warned her sternly.

  * * * * *

  Rosa couldn't help but be amused at the way Luke was babying her. Even though she knew he had to be upset with her, his first concern was for her wellbeing. He was back in minutes with a sandwich and a mug of her favorite tea.

  "Eat," he said pointedly. "I'm going to go run you a warm bath."

  As she ate, Rosa thought about what Luke said in the car. What hadn't they discussed? She thought about her day, and the disastrous Ladies' Aid meeting, and her heart sank. Surely, he couldn't be referring to that? But she remembered the things she had yelled as she stomped out of the building, and she knew that he was.

  Her bottom tingled. She blushed, knowing what the evening would hold once Lucas was satisfied that she was truly fine. She contemplated acting like she was worse off than she was, but knew she couldn't do anything like that. Whatever the consequences were to be, she knew she deserved them, and that Luke would deliver her punishment with fairness and kindness as he always did.

  Still, she ate slowly, and took her time languishing in the tub, letting the warm water soothe the stress of her day from her weary muscles. She hadn't realized how much she needed this, but of course, Luke did. She really was a lucky girl to have him for a husband, she felt so completely cherished and spoiled that she didn't really mind knowing she was going to be spanked. Discipline was just one of the many ways Luke took care of her.

  "Come on, now, it's getting cold. Let's get you out of here, before you need a warm bath to warm up from your warm bath," Luke joked, as he stood over the tub, holding out a big, fluffy bath towel for her. She took it and dried quickly, grabbing her robe from where Luke had left it beside the tub.

  He took her hand, and they walked into the bedroom together. Luke sat on the bed, and motioned for Rosa to join him. She was thankful he didn't just go straight to the spanking.

  "It looks like you had a heck of a day. Why don't you tell me about it?"

  So she did, starting with going to Beth Anne's, and dealing with the Brown widows, and baby Auggie's colic. She finished with the Ladies Aid meeting, and Louise Barstow, and running out of gas. Luke laughed at her retelling of the widows' bickering, and groaned when she mentioned colic, and listened attentively to her the entire time. When she recounted the meeting- he sat with his lips pursed into a frown.

  "It's just not fair, Lucas, they are all so old and mean, and they don't like me! They are waiting for me to fail!" she cried. "I wish I could make my own Ladies' Aid. No one my age will join because of them, especially that mean, old Louise Barstow!"

  "Well, you could make your own group, I reckon," Luke mused. "If you think you could get people to join. There would just have to be an understanding between the two groups, and a clear division of what group would handle what, and we would have to elect a new leader for the current group. It doesn't make sense for you to take over, just because I'm going to be the bishop, if you don't like it. I'll talk to my parents, and see what we can do about it."

  "Oh, really, Luke? Oh, Thank You!" Rosa cried in happiness, throwing her arms around him. He hugged her back for a moment, then carefully unwrapped himself, and gazed at her sternly.

  "This does not mean you're off the hook for losing your temper today. We've been over this, Rosa. You cannot go around acting like that. And furthermore, Louise Barstow aside, I think part of the reason you lost your temper today, is because you're doing it again. You're trying too hard to be everything to everybody, and you're not taking care of yourself. I appreciate you going out into the community and serving when you see a need, but you also have to learn how to delegate, and say no, or people will take advantage of you. You are trying too hard again, sweetie. And, I appreciate, it, I do. But it's not what I want. I want a wife who takes care of herself, and keeps a reasonably clean home, and has time to spend with me every once in a while. I want a wife who people know they can turn to, but not one they can step all over. And most of all, I want a wife who isn't so stressed out trying to be perfect, that she throws giant, public, temper tantrums. We have been over this repeatedly, and I'm not going to have this discussion again. I'm going to make sure you get the message loud and clear this time."

  Rosa gulped, and for the first time that evening, felt a twinge of fear over her upcoming punishment. She hadn't looked at it that way, but she realized Luke was right. She had done it again, stressing herself out trying so hard to be perfect, putting pressure on herself until she snapped. She had just taken a different means to get there this time.

  Luke stood, and pulled her up with him. He drew her into his arms, and kissed her head. He held her for a while, until she was ready to continue. He was good at gauging her signals.

  "Okay, Rosa, over there in the corner, you can leave the robe. You won't need it."

  She obeyed, but she had never felt so exposed. Standing naked in the corner, as if on display for her husband, was nearly too much for her. She felt ashamed, but she found that she also felt strangely aroused. There was something almost intoxicating in knowing that she was completely exposed on
ly to him, and that he could see her most private of places. Soon, he would call her to him, and she would lie over his lap in her nakedness while he spanked her for her many indiscretions.

  She knew from past experience that she would be able to feel his erection grow as he punished her bare bottom. She could feel her mound grow wet with her arousal, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She hoped he let her out of the corner soon. If she stood here much longer, she feared she would drip her juices all over the carpet. How could this be happening? What was wrong with her that she was getting so turned on from standing nude in the corner knowing that she had a spanking coming? I need to get my head examined, she thought to herself. Even as she thought it, she couldn't help herself. Her hand reached from behind her back to touch herself.

  "Rosa!" Luke called her name, and she jumped, startled and mortified. Had he seen her? Had he known what she was about to do?

  If he had, his face bore no evidence of it, as he motioned her over to him. With knees trembling more from excitement than fear, she made her way over to stand in front of him, more aware of her nakedness than ever before.

  * * * * *

  Lucas could hardly believe his eyes as he watched Rosa in the corner. He knew she must be feeling self-conscious, as he had never made her stand naked in the corner before. She made quite a picture, and as he took in her glistening skin and her soft curves, he could feel heat filling his groin, and he groaned. Not now. There would be time for that later. He willed himself to stay strong, and keep her in the corner at least a few minutes longer. He couldn't rush this just because he was horny.

  Shifting uncomfortably, he watched in awe as Rosa's hands moved from behind her back, and traveled to her most private place. Was she…. His own hands snaked inside his pants and gripped his swollen member. No. As tempting as it was, he couldn't go there, and he couldn't let her go there either. Not yet. His mouth dry with desire, he called her over to stand in front of him. He must focus on the matter at hand. There would be time for the other later.

  She stood in front of him, and he could see the glistening pools of moisture on her pink mound. His hands shook, he wanted to badly to touch her, to feel her wetness and to dip his fingers inside of her and bring her pleasure.

  His eyes grew wide. What was wrong with him, with both of them? He was trying to conduct a punishment here, and he couldn't keep his hormones under control long enough to do so. He had never in his life felt more like a randy, hormone driven teenager than he did at this moment.

  Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down. His responsibility first and foremost was to her discipline. He met her gaze, and wordlessly guided her to lie across his lap. He rubbed his hand across the milky flesh of her bottom, knowing that soon he would turn it red under his hand. He had gathered the implement he needed and it sat next to him on the bed. This would not just be a simple hand spanking, but he would give her a good warm–up before he moved on.

  Smack! He brought his hand down hard across her left cheek and watched the pink imprint of his hand color her white skin. Thwap! Again, on the right cheek this time. An identical handprint formed, and he felt himself once again grow hard with desire. He couldn't wait to finish, but he was just getting started.

  He began to spank in earnest then, left to right, top to bottom, he watched as the skin colored with each stinging slap, and heat begin to permeate off her glowing red globes. She cried and kick her legs, and as they moved apart he saw her shining with arousal.

  He pushed her legs together, and brought his own leg up to cover them. He didn't need that distraction right now. He moved lower to cover her sit spot with a flurry of hard and fast swats, until it, too, glowed pink and was hot to the touch.

  Rosa's breathing was heavy, and she was crying intermittently. He paused and gave them both time to collect themselves. He rubbed her red hot bottom in slow circles. Never had a spanking affected him like this. He had to stay on track. They were getting to the serious part of the spanking now, and as it was not a first offense, he had to make it count. He couldn't let himself be affected by her wanton need for him. Nevertheless, his hand dipped lower on her bottom, to the gap between her thighs. He flicked his finger over her womanhood, and into the slick folds. She gasped, and he pulled his finger out, and smacked her bottom hard.

  "Stand," he commanded, his voice thick with need.

  Her face as red as her bottom she hurried to comply.

  "Bend over the bed." He usually spoke a lot more during the spanking process but he couldn't form words. His brain was muddled with desire.

  "You'll get ten with the belt," he told her. "Five for not taking proper safety precautions, and five for throwing a temper tantrum at the meeting and being rude to Mrs. Barstow."

  Rosa's eyes widened. He had never used a belt on her before. She nodded wordlessly, and he placed his hand across her back to reassure her. He just wanted to get this over with, as much as she did. He was so hard, he felt as if he would bust his zipper if things didn't move along soon.

  She signaled her readiness, and he doubled his thick leather belt over in his hands.

  Crack!

  The snapping sound made her jump and Lucas watched as a red stripe formed on her already dark flesh. Whap! He brought the belt down again, crisscrossing across the first line. The next two fell in the exact same spots, and he could see a slight welt began to rise.

  Rosa remained stoic, arching her back towards him, as if to welcome the next lash of the belt. He knew the endorphins and hormones were numbing the pain, but he didn't mind. She would feel it tomorrow. He moved his aim lower, and brought the belt whipping across her bottom crease, in her most tender area. He placed his next five in the same area, creating a lovely red cross-over pattern.

  Rosa had collapsed onto the bed and was weeping quietly, her shoulders shaking with her cries. One more. He just had to lay one more stripe across her throbbing flesh, and they would be done.

  Reaching out, with the belt still in his hand, he laid his large hand across her ravaged rear end. It was hot to the touch and slightly swollen. He caressed the glowing flesh, and with his finger he lightly traced the line between her cheeks with his finger. She shuddered, but did not cry out. Tentatively he kept going, tracing the line lower until he reached her private place. His fingers had a mind of their own. He could not control them, his need was that great. They roamed across the folds of woman hood, exploring her in a way he had not to this point done. Dipping inside, her warmth closed around his fingertips.

  What was he doing? His fingers were fully inside her, massaging, harder and faster. Her hips bucked, moving in rhythm with his ministrations. He dropped the belt and braced himself, with his other hand gripping her hip. What was with him?

  Giving up on actually finishing the spanking, he dropped his pants and sighed in relief when his erection sprang free, pushing out of the constricting cloth of his cotton boxer shorts.

  "Rosa! Oh God!" he cried, and plunged himself into her, nearly weeping from the release.

  Chapter 11

  Rosa lay spent, wrapped up in her husband's arms, nearly unable to believe what had just transpired. Of course, she and Lucas had a good sex life, they were newlyweds after all. But nothing like that had happened before! And to think, she was supposed to be getting a spanking! Of course, she certainly had been spanked, the proof was in her throbbing bottom, but still, it had been glorious!

  Snuggling closer to Luke, she buried her head in his chest and ran her fingers across his five o' clock shadow. Was this real? She could hardly believe the way her life had turned out.

  They lay there in blissful silence, in and out of sleep. Rosa groaned when she heard the phone ring in the other room. "Just ignore it," she murmured.

  "I was planning on it," Lucas assured her, bringing his lips to claim hers in passionate kiss.

  She gripped his face in her hands, and his large hands cupped her bottom possessively. The phone continued to ring. The kiss deepened, and her hand
s left his face, traveling south towards his hardening package. He groaned, and batted her hands away. He wasn't ready for round two, she thought with a giggle.

  "You're insatiable," Luke growled, as his lips continued to claim hers, hungrily.

  "You started it!" she told him pulling away to speak.

  "Don't sass me!" His tone was stern, but his eyes twinkled. He punctuated his edict with a hard slap to her still bare bottom.

  "Ow," she whined at him, playfully. It had hurt, but in the best way possible.

  "Watch it, woman, I still owe you one," he reminded her with an evil grin.

  She opened her mouth to respond, and the phone rang again. Whoever it was must really want to talk to Luke. Her phone was still dead in her purse.

  Luke must have gotten the same idea, because he was carefully disentangling himself from her grasp and reaching for his clothes. Hurriedly pulling on his underwear, and throwing a shirt over his head, he ran from the room.

  Rosa stayed in bed, moving to get under the covers. It was still snowing outside, and she was getting chilled. She closed her eyes for a moment, and sighed blissfully. Her evening activities had more than made up for her crazy, awful day. She could hear Lucas talking excitedly in the other room, and she wondered why he was so worked up at this time of night. She knew she would find out soon, she could hear him making his way back down the hallway to their room. He entered the room with a huge smile, holding his phone out to her, eagerly.

  Confused, she sat up in bed and took it from him. There was a picture of a baby on the screen in a pink hat.

  "That was Ben on the phone," he said, sitting next to her on the bed. "Beth Anne had the baby. I mean babies." Using his finger he scrolled on his phone to reveal a second picture. A slightly bigger baby with an identical pink hat.