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dawdling and pouting about her sore backside,
hoping to make him worry. Well, she'd get hers
later for such tricks, he thought to himself while
smiling. The thick wooden hairbrush he'd packed
with his honeymoon clothing would be just the thing
to correct her. He'd bought it after using its
duplicate on Ms. Redmond's hindquarters to good
effect, assuming his Tutor's kicking and weeping
had not been just for show.
He had decided that he really liked this DD stuff.
He'd never suspected that Maddie wanted a firm
hand in more ways than one. Boy, was he ever
going to enjoy giving it to her for the rest of their
lives.
A commotion at the back of the church followed
by a collective gasp jerked him out of his reverie.
His lovely bride-to-be was breathing heavily and
appeared somewhat disheveled, her dress a little
rumpled, her headpiece crooked. Had something
truly gone wrong? The veil obscured her face; he
didn't know if she was smiling, frowning, or crying.
Reverend Whitley cued the organist, and the
procession of flower girl and bridesmaids began.
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When Maddie finally stood beside him, he could
hear sniffles. She had been crying, and that sank
his heart.
"Sorry to be late," she whispered before the
minister began.
"You're here now, so everything is fine. Don't
worry; I won't discipline you for it," he whispered
back. He sensed her stiffen beside him at the
mention of discipline. Ms. Redmond had said he had
just the right amount of firmness when it came to
spanking. Why, then, was Maddie so unhappy with
him? Perhaps he'd been too harsh and insensitive to
her last night. They'd have a little heart-to-heart
later so he could ensure that everything was fine
between them.
After which, of course, he would spank her, but
only playfully, as a prelude to their wedding night
delights. He didn't want his beloved to start having
second thoughts about DD and about him. He'd take
it slow. They had the rest of their lives to get it
right.
Jeff was proud of his new bride. After their rocky
start, she had sailed through the ceremony and two
hours of reception, obviously happy and treating
everyone graciously. He'd noticed right away that
she was having trouble sitting, so they'd solved the
problem by dancing often. When they wanted to sit,
he placed her on his lap so that most of her sore
fanny could hang off the edge of his thighs. He'd
also taken every opportunity to rub her backside
discreetly, and was pleased to hear sighs of thanks
from Maddie.
But he still had no idea why she had arrived late
for the ceremony and in obvious distress. He burned
with curiosity, but knew the best course of action
was to wait until later, when they were finally alone
in their wedding night suite.
"Mad," he whispered into her ear while patting
her nether cheeks, "I'd like to go soon. We've
stayed long enough to make all our relatives happy.
Let's get out of here."
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Her answer was a quick kiss and a whispered,
"Let's go change." Once both of them had donned
traveling clothes, she threw her bouquet and he
threw her garter. They ran for their SUV under a
hail of birdseed and good wishes.
"I love you, you know," she said, twining the
fingers of her left hand into his right one and
squeezing it.
He squeezed back. "I kinda figured that out.
Hey," he said, his voice dropping into huskiness,
"How's your butt? If I spanked you too hard last
night, I'm really, really sorry. I'm doing the best I
can and I apologize if I screwed up."
"I was spanked as a kid, but I must admit, I
never had a spanking like last night's as a child. I'm
still marked, and it hurts like hell to sit," she said,
turning her head away.
"You didn't really answer the question. Maybe I
should ask, are you all right? Are we all right?"
Her hand left his as she continued to face away
from him. Worried, he kept his eye on her as much
as he could and still drive. After a few moments, her
shoulders began to shake. She wailed with big,
gulping sobs, huddling against the door.
Immediately he pulled off the road and took his
bride in his arms, offering the handkerchief that
came with his tux. So what if he had to pay to
replace it.
"Shhh," he quieted her. "Please tell me what's
wrong. I can't stand to think that I've hurt you in
some way."
"I'm sorry!" she cried, still shaking.
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