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It was the first night of their honeymoon. After another sweet lovemaking session, Alice was passed out, wrapped in Charlie's arms. He was nuzzling her, trying to gently wake her up for another session. But he also had another plan, in the back of his mind. He kept kissing her neck, a little more than gently, so she would wake up.
She slowly stretched in his arms. “This is so comfortable.”
“Mmmm,” he said, starting to slowly run his hands up and down the curves on her side.
She started turning towards him. “I have to get up.”
“No, this is too comfortable.”
“Really, just for a minute.”
“Mmmm, please just stay here with me. I'll make it worthwhile,” he promised, kissing her. With one hand he reached between her legs, slowly rubbing her thighs while he kissed her neck and caressed her breast.
“Charlie, come on. I'll be back in a minute.” He started slowly twisting her nipples, then releasing and squeezing her breasts together. “Mmm, you make it so hard to leave.”
“Stay. I won't let you go.”
“Charlie,” she moaned.
He turned her over on her back, rubbing more vigorously between her legs. As the squirming ceased he concentrated more on her arousal than preventing her escape. In turn, she reached up to stroke his chest, to run her hand along his strong chin. He took her hands, holding them up above her head, making her breasts shape so nicely.
“I want you to relax.”
“I am relaxed,” she murmured.
“More. Just me, making love to you. You just lie there, and enjoy it. Can you do that?” he asked, kissing her face slowly, gently.
“Only if I can do reciprocate, later?” she challenged.
“Of course. No man would turn that down.” He let go of her arms. “Keep them up there.”
“So what are you going to do to me?”
“I'm going to rub you, and kiss you, so gently, until you're completely relaxed, until you're putty in my hands. Then I'm going to slowly, slowly, excite you, to a frenzy, so that you can't contain yourself, and you're begging me for more. And then, well, then you'll see.”
“How about we skip the slow and gently, and go right for the frantic frenzy? That's so much fun,” she said, reaching to squeeze his nipples playfully.
He seized her arms, this time holding them tightly above her head. “Good things come to those who wait, my little hedonist,” he murmured. “Am I going to have to tie you up? Or can you keep your hands to yourself like a good girl?” he asked, gently spanking one cheek.
“Tie me up? What do you think this is? Some bordello night? This is our honeymoon” she cried, clearly frightened.
“Alice, Alice . Calm down. You might like it,” he murmured, trying to calm her, while at the same time gripping her arms again. He stared straight into her eyes. “Please, trust me. I want to give you a gift of love. A lover's gift.”
She laid back down, relaxing into the sheets. “Don't you dare hurt me,” she said, looking him sternly in the eye.
He lowered himself to just above her, still holding her arms above her. Starting at her hairline, he kissed her entire face, avoiding her mouth. He could feel her relaxing beneath him, no longer resisting with her arms. At her mouth, he slowly kissed each lip, then sucked each lip into his mouth, holding it for a second. “Mmm,” he murmured in between kissing her neck, “you smell wonderful.” He always had a hard time moving on from her neck. Her perfume intoxicated him, enslaving him into a combination of kissing and sniffing.
He pulled himself away, licking her armpits, trying to hold her when she squirmed.
“I'm sorry,” she apologized in a low, low voice. “I'm trying so hard to relax, but it tickles,” Alice giggled.
“Behave, little one,” he said, letting her arms go and softly slapping her backside. As he worked down towards her breasts, he started rubbing her stomach, very gently, staying between her belly button and the top of her hairline. She stretched out luxuriously.
He buried himself in between her breasts, squeezing his head between them. It was another of her body's intoxications that he couldn't get enough of.
While kissing her aureole, then her nipples, he brought his hands up and down along her ribcage, then along the curves on the side of her body. Still kissing her nipples, but a bit more roughly, he started caressing her hips and stomach. Putting his knee between her legs, he gently spread them, then scooted his body down the bed, dragging his hands along her sides. Alice started softly moaning. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, and she was moving her head side to side, becoming more and more compliant.
He ran his hands up and down her legs, applying more pressure with each stroke. His breath was on her crotch, and she was subconsciously opening her legs more and more to feel it. Her hips started sliding forward, ever so slightly.
He brought his face right up to her and blew softly. It took all of his discipline to keep blowing, as her scent usually just drove him to start licking. He kept blowing, until her thrusts went from barely perceptible to slightly hurried. She was shaking a little, and the pace of her head moving back and forth quickened. “Mmmm,” she murmured.
When her fists were clenched in excitement, her grabbed her hips and brought his mouth down on her, just to prolong teasing her. With just the tip of his tongue, he traced out the alphabet, a trick he had learned in boarding school. She was bucking her hips, and her murmurs became groans. “Charlie, please,” she cried.
“What, sweetheart? What do you need?” he replied, with his face still buried.
“Oh, Oh,” she responded.
He worked his tongue around her clit, slowly sucking it into his mouth and stretching it, then releasing it with a soft blow. She brought her hands down to his head, pushing him into her.
:”Come on, Alice ,” he said, gently holding her arms with one hand, trying to control her hips with the other. “Good things come to those wait.”
“I have waited,” she grunted, furiously struggling her arms from him. “I'm ready. I'm so ready.”
“No. Not yet. I think you can wait just a little bit more. Can't you? I'll make it feel good.” Charlie was having a hard time waiting too, but in order for his plan to work, he had to build up her to the biggest orgasm of her life.
“I can feel you,” she grunted. “Don't you want me?”
“I've never wanted you more,” he replied, trying to resist for just a little longer.
He slowly stuck one finger inside her while controlling her hips to prevent an instant orgasm.
“Please, please,” she begged. “Please, Charlie.” Her entire body was shaking, and she couldn't keep her eyes open, or shut. He decided it was time.
He quickly lifted her hips and plunged inside, fucking her hard and deep.
“Yes, fuck me,” she moaned, trying to squeeze him with her thighs. He grabbed her knees and held her legs apart, slowing down on the thrusting.
“Mmm, what are you doing, Charlie?” she moaned, looking up at him.
“I'm building you up. And slowing me down. I don't want to explode now,” he said quietly. Each thrust was hard and deep.
She responded by trying to bring her hips back up, which she found more difficult now with her legs immobilized. “Feels….so…good,” she moaned, her eyes closed again.
Charlie quickened slightly, trying to alternate deep and shallow thrusts. She was squirming under him, and he was quickly losing control. “Charlie, Charlie. I'm going to come. I'm…” He looked down at her while furiously pumping. He felt her orgasms on his penis, which triggered his orgasms. He collapsed on her. They both shook together, riding their joint wave. Then he felt her go stiff, and looked down between them.
“What's that?” he asked in the sternest voice he could muster.
“Get off of me,” she cried, embarrassed for peeing on the bed. She had lost total control of her body with the orgasm.
“Is that the thanks I get?” he teased, while firmly holding her down.
“Charlie, please. Let me go,” she said, tears of embarrassment running down her face.
“You're kind of old to be peeing in bed, aren't you, little Alice ?” he said, furthering her humiliation. “This is no way for a wife to behave, is it?”
“Charlie, please,” she sobbed, struggling to get off the bed, away from him.
“I think you should be treated like a little girl, who can't behave. What do you think?”
“No, no,” she cried, punching his chest. “Let me go,” she tried to growl through her tears.
Charlie picked her up in his arms, hugging her to him for a second before twisting her body, so she was propped over his knees. As soon as she reached up to fight with him, he grabbed her wrists behind her. “I guess this will have to be a bare bottom, seeing as how you don't have any clothes on. What a naughty girl you were,” he said slowly rubbing her butt.
“Charlie,” she screamed. “Let me go now. Don't do this. I don't want this. Please, please stop right now,” she cried, every word punctuated with sobs.
He slowly started spanking her, bringing his right hand down on one cheek then the other, right in the middle of the meatiest part.
“Charlie, stop right now!” Alice screamed, quite unable to believe this was really happening.
“You need to learn to control yourself, Alice ,” he lectured between spanks. “If you continue to scream, then I will just continue to spank you, until I feel you've learned your lesson.” He found it very calming to lecture her. Her butt was reddening, so he started spreading the blows.
“This is really hurting me now, Charlie,” she cried. “Stop it please,” she begged.
“Just a little bit more, Alice ,” he replied calmly, right before hitting right below her left butt cheek.
“Owww,” she sobbed. He could feel her resistance ease as she began concentrating more on her pain, which was becoming very real. He planned to stop once she became incoherent.
“Charlie,” she cried. “Owww.” Just a few more, he thought, would be enough. He had a whole lifetime riding on this one spanking experience.
“I'm sorry. Please stop,” she begged.
He decided to finish up with some really hard blows, being sure to cover her entire backside. Alice was reduced to just sobbing now, so he mustered all his remaining energy and began smacking her ass as hard as he could.
As she sobbed, he slowly rubbed her reddened cheeks, trying to be as gentle as possible. She calmed slightly, maybe warming to rubdown. He let his fingers dip between her legs and found the telltale sign that deep down, she had enjoyed the spanking.
Not to rush to anything, he kept rubbing her butt, just dipping his fingers between her legs occasionally, until her sobs turned to moans, and she was wriggling beneath him again. He let his fingers rub between her legs now, slowing bringing her moans to a pitch. “Charlie,” she moaned. “What are you doing to me?”
“Shh,” he murmured, “just enjoy.” She was so wet that he started with to two fingers and then quickly inserted a third, bringing them in and out with the rhythm of her hips.
“Charlie?” she asked.
“Hmmm?”
“I want you to fuck me so hard. Fuck me like the naughty girl I am,” she begged, thrusting her hips to his fingers feverously.
“On your hands and knees then, you naughty girl,” his growl commanded. He let go of her wrists and she quickly complied.
He reached around and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them tightly while he thrust deep into her, fucking her hard without a break. “Don't you dare come until I give you permission,” he growled into her ear. “Or I will have to punish you again.”
“Oh, I'm so close,” she screamed.
“Wait, naughty girl,” he growled. “I want to fuck you some more.”
“Harder,” she cried. “Please let me come.”
“Hold it,” he replied, reaching back to grip her hips and control the thrusting. Practically spent, he pushed as hard as he could, over and over, until he was on the verge. “Come with me,” he growled, the last part squeaking out as he lost himself in her. Alice collapsed beneath him.
When they woke up, again with Alice snuggled tightly in Charlie's arms, she turned to look up at him and asked, “How did you know?”
“Know what,” he replied, loving to tease her.
“That I would like that.” When he just twisted his face at her, she knew to elaborate. “That I would want to be spanked, and that it would turn me on?”
“There were little signs,” he explained. “You always challenge me, asking what I'll do if you do this. And I know, from what we've done together in the past, that you enjoy being controlled. Even if you would never admit it.”
“So you felt like you had to trick me into it, or I would never agree.”
“Exactly. Isn't it true?” he replied. “I know you had to be distracted by something, so I chose extreme humiliation. I know how embarrassed you are of bodily functions.”
“That was pretty low, Charlie,” she replied. “Now I know why you didn't say anything while I kept drinking all the champagne tonight. Probably wanted me a little drunk too, didn't you?”
“It certainly didn't hurt.”
“Charlie,” she said, looking up at him sweetly. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, my naughty girl,” he said, pulling her close for a kiss on the forehead.
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