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a Grade A bitch tonight. I've tried to take your
nerves over our wedding day into account, but I'm
nervous too, and I'm not treating everyone like a
pile of dog crap."
Her only response was a steely glare and a
snarled expletive. Desperate, he yanked her into a
nearby anteroom, kicked the door shut, and pulled
her down over his lap. He had her slacks and
panties down around her knees before she knew
what happened. His hand fell in the precise pattern
he had been taught would create maximum sting
and distress with little actual damage.
"What the 'F' do you think you're doing? Stop
this right now! Ow!" Maddie growled.
"Teaching you some manners, dear. I was
hoping to wait until our wedding night to give you
your first spanking, but your outrageous behavior
has forced me to tan your hide tonight."
"OW!" she cried as the cracking hand spanks
continued to rain down. "Ow, ow, OW!!! Stop, Jeff!
Please! Ooooo! It hurtssssss!"
"After I finish," Jeff continued calmly while
walloping her behind as hard as he could, "you are
going to apologize to everyone, including the
waitresses who served us, for your brattiness. But
in the meantime I'm going to make your cute
backside red as a fire truck, and hope that the
soreness lasts through our reception."
He unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the
loops, and trapped her legs with his right one before
continuing. Maddie whipped her head around and,
upon seeing the belt, goggled.
"Noooo, NOOOOO!!! Stop! Not the belt!" she
whined.
"Oh, yes, the belt," he assured her as he
doubled it, smacking her sitting area with all the
force he could muster. She wailed, crying real tears
as the leather snapped and cracked across her
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darkening skin, leaving small welts here and there.
After three minutes of his best efforts, she sobbed,
limp across his lap. He finished with a dozen hard
hand spanks to the center of her 'sit spot,' causing
renewed struggles on her part.
"There. I hope that has improved your attitude,
young lady." Jeff could not help admiring the bright
red soreness he created, and he gently traced a few
of the welts with his index finger. "Are you ready to
go apologize now?"
"Yes I am," she wept, "but it'll be a cold day in
Hades before I marry you now."
Jeff blinked at this. Wasn't she the one who
wanted DD? He put it out of his mind. Maddie was
one to make wild statements, so he'd assume it was
just her sore fanny that was doing the talking.
"Whatever, Maddie. C'mon now, let's stand and
pull your pants back up."
"Owww!" she fussed. "It hurts to put my pants
back on." Her lower lip stuck out in a fierce pout
while she wiped her face and blew her nose. She
was dawdling just a little, so he landed a few more
on her butt with the belt. Jumping and yelping, she
nodded when he said, "Let's go."
The waitresses were leaving the rehearsal dinner
room. Jeff marched Maddie up to them and, when
she said nothing, whacked her sitting area twice
with his hand. She exclaimed, "OH! I mean, I'm
sorry I was rude to you." He smacked her bottom
again, directing her towards the room full of guests.
After another harsh swat or two, she managed to
choke out, "I am sorry for my behavior tonight. I
was rude and unpleasant and I sincerely apologize
to all of you." Picking up her purse, she glared at
Jeff, stalking out while rubbing her smarting cheeks.
As he watched her go, a tiny voice inside warned
him something was amiss. Had he spanked her too
hard for her first time? Should he have let her
behavior slide? No, she deserved every last spank.
So, what was wrong with the picture?
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Part Two
The wedding was to begin at 1. Now 1:10, there
was no sign of the bride anywhere. After checking
his watch for the umpteenth time, Jeff stood at the
altar with his best man, shifting restlessly from foot
to foot. He would wait for the ceremony to begin
and try not to worry. He had faith that a rational
explanation would eventually be given him.
Surely Maddie hadn't meant it last night when
she wept that she would not marry him. She'd been
draped across his lap, her cute bottom intensely red
and sore, so that must have colored her thinking.
She wanted DD, right? That's what Ms. Redmond
had said, and she had no reason to lie about it, not
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