Jenny looked stunning in the floor-length wedding dress. Her eyes

radiated a sparkling brightness through the bridal veil, and her smile

was contagious.

He kissed her hand, slipped the ring on her finger, and waited for the

pronouncement from the pastor. Then he raised the veil which covered her

face, and kissed Jenny on her ruby lips. Arm in arm, they proceeded down

the center aisle and out to the foyer, where the happy couple chatted

with those attending the ceremony.

The same evening found the bride, still in her wedding dress, the new

husband, and the bridesmaids, in a large suite. They were sipping wine

and talking about the day's events, the other people at the wedding, and

the food they all shared at the reception.

Joanie finally piped up, addressing Jenny with "Well, when are you guys

going to get down to business? Do you want us to leave?"

"Hey, I want to stay and watch," Cynthia laughed.

"Jenny, aren't you going to spank him first?" Marcia inquired.

Joanie said, "Hey, THAT I want to see!"

"Yeah, me too! A good spanking on his wedding night!" was Cynthia's

comeback.

"Woo-woo-woo! Jenny, can we watch you give him a good spanking?" asked

Marcia.

Joanie and Marcia went up to him and, in a kind of mock flirting,

started pawing him. "Please, can we watch Jenny spank you?" cooed

Joanie. Marcia, asking more with her eyes than with words, said, "It

would really mean a lot. Pleeeeeease?"

"Come on, you guys! He's MY husband now," Jenny exclaimed with pretended

indignation.

"Well, we haven't seen you spank him," Cynthia replied.

Marcia inquired, "What are you going to use on him tonight, Jenny? Did

you bring your arsenal of 'equipment' with you?"

Blushing, Jenny replied, "I brought a few things." She retrieved the

oaken hairbrush from her kit, and then unwrapped the rattan cane and set

it on the bed. "And you guys can't watch," she continued, "this is our

wedding night, remember?"

The bridesmaids kiddingly lamented their exclusion from the forthcoming

spanking scene as they finished off the wine and snacks, and finally

left, after conveying their best wishes to the new couple.

"All right, my love," Jenny began, and picked up the hardwood hairbrush

and walked to the straight-backed chair, "I am going to set the tone for

our relationship from now on." Still in her wedding dress, she seated

herself on the chair and beckoned her new husband to approach her. She

undid his trousers, knowing that he would have preferred to do so, and

bared his bottom.

"Jenny, don't be too hard on me," he implored as he got across her lap.

She scolded, "You know that I'm the one who decides what you'll get,

don't you? I decide when and how to spank you, and how much."

"Yes Ma'am," he weakly said as he mentally prepared himself for what was

to come.

Jenny showed no restraint as she enthusiastically paddled his bare

bottom. With sparkling eyes, she brought the oval hardwood hairbrush

down hard, again and again, alternating left and right nether cheeks

while he struggled valiantly to retain his composure. The stinging

smacks, however, were simply too commanding of his attention, and he

could not refrain from vocal protest as Jenny persisted in vigorously

applying the hardwood instrument.

"Oh please Jenny! Please stop... just for a minute, Jenny, PLEASE! OW!

Ahhhh! No, Jenny! OH! Ahhhhh! Stop! Jennyyyyyy!" He pounded on the floor

with his hands; he kicked his legs; he begged her for relief. The

stinging swats, however, inexorably continued for what seemed to him a

hellish eternity.

Jenny felt intense arousal from administering such a severe bun toasting

- an arousal that made her want to continue it forever. Her better

judgement, however, told her that she should quit soon, especially since

she had further plans. She nudged him off her lap and told him to keep

his bottom bared and his clothes on.

Jenny kicked off her shoes and arranged several pillows at the head of

the bed so that she was partly sitting up when she leaned back on them.

She spread her legs and told him to pleasure her by mouth. He took his

position face down, fully clothed except for his bare bottom, and

pressed his mouth on her vaginal lips, reverently kissing them and

tasting her profuse lubrication. After a few moments, Jenny's eyes

closed tightly, swayed her head from side to side, and shuddered with

orgasmic pleasure.

"Oh, Jenny, I want you so much," he exclaimed.

"Keep going just like you were," Jenny instructed, and grasped the

rattan cane. She gave him three smart strokes on his bared bottom. He

jerked his hips each time Jenny struck him with the rattan instrument.

As a result, he fervently renewed his oral attentions between Jenny's

legs. Her heightened arousal quickly brought another climax which she

expressed with wordless sounds.

"Jenny, I - "

"Keep your mouth right there!" Jenny ordered. She moaned as he expertly

worked his tongue on and around her slippery clitoral protuberance and

surrounding area. Intoxicated by her scent, he planted his mouth on her

pussy and gently sucked and orally probed. Jenny placed several more

smart strokes of the cane on his bared bottom. He kept his mouth on her

pubic area and licked furiously in reaction. Jenny's mouth opened wide

and she shamelessly moaned her third climax, and then gently pushed his

head away to regain her composure.

"Do you want to fuck me now?" Jenny asked him in a teasing tone.

"Mmmm, Jenny, I've got to have you!"

She got up from the bed, put on her bridal veil, and retrieved the

rattan cane. "Well, if you can take a dozen strokes of the cane without

getting out of position, I'll let you fuck me to your heart's content.

Stay there on the bed, and stick your bottom up for the cane, and keep

it there! That's it. Now keep your ass just like that for the whole set."

Although still in her wedding dress, Jenny presented an image of

authority as she prepared to whip him. He was prone on the bed, still

dressed, with his trousers down far enough to expose his bared bottom.

His hands by his shoulders, he waited for his whipping, wide eyed and

excited, with his lower back arched and his ass raised up, as if asking

- no, begging - for his whipping.

Jenny bent her knees slightly and placed a firm cane stroke across both

nether cheeks of her target, and called out, "One."

"Ahhhhh!" he shouted, now realizing that he did not have latitude to

writhe or kick very much without getting out of position. He waited for

the next stroke with each hand clenched in a fist, determined to take

what Jenny decreed he should have before his reward.

She pressed her lips together tightly and imparted another striation.

"Two!"

"Aaaaaugh, Jenny!"

He panted through clenched teeth as Jenny's lips, still firmly pressed

together, formed a smile. She quickly added the next striation. "Three,"

she cried.

"Owwwww! Oh please! Not so hard!"

"You want to fuck me, remember?" she teased. "You've got to show me that

you can take a little caning! Five!"

"Ahhhhh!"

"Six!"

"Oh God, Jenny - "

"Seven!"

"Ow! Ow! Ahhhhhhhh!" He writhed as much as he could while maintaining

the position of his bared bottom.

"Five more strokes and you can fuck me," she coarsely whispered. "Can

you take five more, darling?"

"I don't know, Jenny. It really hurts!"

"Only five more, my love. I want you to fuck me - fill me up. Gather all

your resolve now, and stay in position for the next five. Darling, I

know you can do it."

She stepped back and expertly applied the next stroke. "Eight!"

"Aughh! It hurts!"

"I want to get this over with quickly, sweetheart, so I'm going to go

faster," Jenny said. She placed her left hand on her hip and casually

whipped the last of the four strokes in rapid succession. "Nine! Ten!

Eleven! Twelve!"

He gave a raucous shout each time the cane made contact, and finally

relaxed his position when he heard Jenny count the twelfth stroke.

Jenny smiled radiantly.

"CUT!" yelled Sandy. Kat stopped the camcorder and write-protected the

tape that had recorded the scripted scene.

"Good one, guys!" exclaimed Sandy. "You wouldn't believe how hot I got

watching you!"

"No kidding!" Kat said. "I also get a copy of the tape, Jenny!"

"Thanks, Sandy and Kat!" Jenny acknowledged. "I'll have copies made for

both of you. We need to return the wedding dress and the other clothes

on Monday."

Jenny's boyfriend got up from the bed as Kat and Sandy prepared to

leave. When the couple were at last alone, Jenny unfastened his trousers

and helped him undress. They fell together onto the bed, Jenny still

wearing her wedding dress and bridal veil, and within a minute he had

entered her. Her large eyes excited with arousal, she put her hands

against his chest and pushed away in pretended virginal resistance,

causing him to overcome her with his strength.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!" Jenny exclaimed as she threw her head back and opened

her mouth as she felt a new climax approaching. Her orgasm engulfed her,

and she held him close as he powerfully ejaculated inside her.