I sobbed then said, "I planned to meet you in the burlap dress just to prove I was not a slut by wearing it rather than being naked but I just couldn't stand it."
"You are ridiculous to prefer burlap to being naked. You know you must be punished. Don't you?"
I said tremously, "Oh are you going to spank me. Do you have to?"
I should have been afraid. I wanted to be but instead I felt excitement and shuddered hoping he thought it was from fear. Then he said, "You could call it that except it won't be on your butt. In spite of your protests I think that just give you excitement.These breasts have been naughty to withold their beauty from me. They will have to be punished."
That brought honest fear. I had no idea how that would feel but was sure it would be terrible.I began to plead with him but his only concesstion was that if I stood quietly for the punishment he would spank them lightly. If I resisted he would tie me to the center post and whip them as hard as he could. There was no choice. I promised to stand quietly. He really was gentle! He just hit hard enough to make a "Slapping" sound that made my breasts move and turn a light red. The longer he hit them the more excited I became until I was panting and pulsating with my body glowing with perspiration from the effort to push them out even further so he could cover every inch of them. At the end he began to concentrate on my nipples to increase the excitement even more. Then I felt a new pain that was pure excitement when he began spanking my pussy. In spite of what my mind told me I found myself opening my legs a little and pumping my hips to meet the strap until I screamed, "Fuck me! Please fuck me! I need you inside me."
He carried me to the bed and fucked me with my hands still manacled. It was so wonderful I had shockwaves going through my whole body but afterwards I began to cry. It irritated him. "What in the Hell is wrong now! I know you thoroughly enjoyed that whole experience."
I sobbed, "That is what is wrong. You must think I am a terrible pervert. I liked the whipping. I even pushed everything out for you so you could hit every inch. I should be put in a mental hospital."
"No. You should be happy God provided a way to enjoy things others would hate. He must love you very much."
I grabbed at that explanation. I decided it was a reward for being a good girl for all the years behind me.
From then on there was no pretense of my needing punishment. Any time he became excited he enjoyed my sobs of shame as I held out my breasts for a whipping or worse spread my legs obscenely so he could spank my pussy. That hurt more especially when a thong would go inside my slit to hit my clitoris but that just seemed to excite me more. By the end of the week I was begging him to whip me.
My mother just called to ask about my honeymoon. I told her I was angry with her for not telling me more about what I might expect. I told her Jim wanted me to be totally naked and since her and Dad had always insisted that I must be modest I had refused. He had spanked me till I agreed. She said that she was sorry but it embarressed her to give more details. She went on to say that it was alright to be naked for my husband and that modesty was only necessary when other people were around. Then she asked what he had used to spank me. I described the whip then blubbered, "Mom, he did it on my bare bottom." She said she was sorry that she had caused me to be whipped and that it must have hurt terribly. I had to admit that it was not nearly as bad as Dad's paddle and suggested she try to get Dad to use one. She objected that Dad would want to use it on bare skin. At least with the paddle she had some protection with her clothes.
I told her that even on bare skin it was much better than the paddle because it did not hurt as much or leave bruises. She said she might mention it to him.
Feb 23,1990
Dear Diary,
Jim called yesterday afternoon to tell me my folks were coming over for dinner and to put on a roast. I was anxious for them to see our house. It was almost as large as theirs and had beautiful antique furniture Jim had inherited from his parents. Jim was really proud of it as he had designed it and helped build it on nights and weekends. Mom had taught me to be a good cook so I knew they would enjoy the meal.
When they came Jim made them a drink and showed them around the house. They really liked it. They were complimenting him on his work as he told them he still had to finish the basement. That was news to me. I didn't even know we had one. Dinner was fine. They thoroughly enjoyed the food then Dad and Jim went into the living room to watch the end of a football game while Mom helped me clean up.
After we cleaned up I made her a drink of creme de menthe and vodka. They tasted sweet and minty but were pretty powerful. We had finished two of them and started the third feeling a little giddy and giggling like schoolgirls over dumb things we had done as kids. When the game was over. Jim turned off the TV.
Out of nowhere Dad said, "Paula told me that my daughter was not very satisfactory on her wedding night. I also understand you had to punish her. I hope it was successful. What did you use to punish her?"
Jim said he would show him and came back carrying my whip which he handed to Dad as I blushed to my toes and asked Mom why she had told him I had failed. She answered that I had told her to suggest the whip Jim had used on me for her and there was no way to bring up the subject without telling him that it had been used on me.
Dad was sitting there fondling the whip then hit it against the coffee table. Mom and I jumped at the loud "Splat!" it made.
Dad looked up at Jim and said, "I am really surprised she was impressed by this. She could barely feel it over her clothes. You should use a paddle like mine. It leaves bruises for days."
Jim said in his defense, "It hurts a lot on her bare bottom and I think the humiliation of being beaten naked adds a lot. I don't really want to bruise her because I like the look of her cute butt. Obviously it is effective because her attitude changed much to the better."
Dad looked sharply at Mom and said, "Paula! You did not tell me Jane was naked. You wanted to avoid embarrassment and pain by hoping I would use this on top of your clothes."
Mom looked frightened. "If you had liked it I would have told you. I don't mind your paddle when I have been bad."
Dad sneered at her and said, "I told you to council Jane on what to expect and what she should do on her wedding night. Especially to obey her new husband. I think you failed. Do you agree, Jim?"
"Well, she did seem incredibly naive."
"Jane, did Paula tell you that you should excite your husband by revealing your body and cooperating with his every suggestion."
"No she just said I would have to pull my nightie to my waist so he could enter me while I laid on my back."
"That is pathetic. I am sorry Jim. You are sorry too, aren't you Paula."
"Yes, but you have to understand it embarressed me to talk about sex. We had never discussed it before. I am sorry Jim and Jane that I made your first night unexciting."
Dad stared at her and said, "You deserve to be punished. Don't you?"
Mom whimpered, "Yes. Shall we go home now?"
"No! Jim deserves to see you punished!"
Mom began to cry, "But you didn't bring your paddle!"
"We will use the whip that you preferred to the paddle. Stand in front of us and take off your clothes."
Mom looked as if she had been hit by lightning, "No! You couldn't ask me to do that. Not in front of my daughter and son in law."