A spanking story of sex, love, and newlyweds. Sam and Gloria are having a wonderful time, full of spanking, sex, and fun...but when a comic injury temporarily incapacitates Sam’s spanking hand, what’s Big Naughty to do? [M/F sex]
Big Naughty
by Pygmalion, Esq.
Copyright 2012
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Big Naughty
by Pygmalion, Esq.
As soon as Smith walked through the door, he grabbed his new wife and threw her over the table, flipping up her skirt and dragging her panties out of the way. He heard them tear, and heard her gasp. “Shut up, Big Naughty, I’ll buy you a new pair.” And before she could respond, he used a finger to check--
“Yeah, you’re ready, Big Naughty,” he said, as she squirmed with pleasure. He let his trousers drop around his ankles and was inside her with a shout of pleasure, one, two, three. She moaned, then he felt himself caught, held inside. He ran his hands up his wife’s legs while she wriggled with ecstasy, then she released and he pumped, four, five, until she came in an explosion of sound that assaulted his ears as he came along for the ride.
There was a pause while they both caught their breath, then he pulled up his trousers, grabbed his wife at the waist and dragged her by the arm over to the couch. “Oh!” she exclaimed as he tossed her over his knees. “Oh dear!” she said, as he paused to adjust the height of her bottom for maximum spankability, and, of course, to let her reflect: “What have I done?”
“What haven’t you done, Big Naughty?” said Smith, smacking his big hand down on her ample bottom. “Why, where is my dinner? My beer?” He punctuated each question with a heavy spank.
“Why, my husband, they’re on the table. Where you so forcefully took me. Ow!”
“Oh, how convenient,” he said, giving her another smack for emphasis. “This time. And, I think, every other time as well.” Smack, smack. She giggled under the hail of spanks.
“How cruel, ow! How cruel my new husband is, ooh...to me.”
“It’s true, Big Naughty,” agreed Smith, dragging her up and perching her on his knee so he could kiss her on the lips. “So true. But only to be kind. I love you, Gloria.”
“I love you, Sam.” They sat in each other’s arms for a while, just looking at each other, enjoying the view.
“We haven’t had enough time together, Gloria.”
“It’s these darn jobs. We should quit, and move somewhere quiet.”
“Just the two of us. Like now, for instance.”
“Your food is getting cold, husband, oh delight of my eyes.”
“I’m getting warm. It’s this darn shirt,” quoth Smith, taking it off even as he spoke. His new wife pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. “That’s for shirts!” he said, laughing.
“Indeed.”
“Oh, now my jokes aren’t funny, Big Naughty?”
“No longer do they amuse me, husband.”
“Fetch forth the paddle, wife. You must be punished for your lack of mirth.”
“Oh, husband, forgive me. Perhaps you should try being more...funny?”
“The paddle, Big Naughty, your bottom cries for punishment!”
Gloria giggled and hopped up, sauntering across the room, swaying her bottom from side to side, stopping from time to time to coquettishly waggle her hips at Smith. “Do you want this? Or the paddle?”
“I’ll take both, wife, but one will be well-spanked by the other beforehand.”
“I think you should disentangle that sentence before my spanking. I must insist.”
“Don’t make me come over there, Big Naughty.”
“I’ll make you come over here, if you want. Here, there, over there; anywhere you want, I’ll make you come.”
“Ooh.”
And so it was. After, of course, a suitably vigorous paddling.
***
Dinner was served, Sam and Gloria Smith settling down to a hearty meal of steak and potatoes, to keep up their newlywed strength. Sam partook of beer, as well, to relax after a long day of coffee.
“How was work?” he asked, filling his pint from the kegerator convenient to the table, and proffering water at his new wife’s empty glass.
“Pets continue to require grooming,” shrugged Gloria. “I put my prices up, now that my time is more valuable.”
“Good thinking,” nodded Sam. “I’ll need you fresh.”
“How goes the business of brewing?”
“Oh, it goes. We’re testing a new batch of winter ales.”
“Will you bring some home?”
“If we have a dinner party. Shall we?”
“I say, yes.”
“Who shall we invite?”
“Just the neighbors. Oh, did you know that the Nesbitts divorced?”
“Across the hall?”
“Yes. He moved out, and into a younger model.”
“She’s—and what’s her name? Jenny?--not that old, though.”
“Julie, Sam. Well, she has a kid.”
“Only the one. And he helped. Or,” Sam paused, “Was that a factor?”
“Perhaps, perhaps. Shall I invite her? We’re friends. We can gossip.”
“Yes, let’s.”
He filled his penultimate beer, letting the delicious liquid settle into his veins. “Excellent steak, Gloria.”
“Delivery.”
“You can get delivery steak now?”
“Welcome to the 21st Century.”
“And here I thought you were a good cook.”
“I clean pets for a living. Why would I be a good cook?”
“You could have said. Remind me to include this in your bed-time spanking.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
***
Midnight came, and interest paled, in TV and novel respectively. “Shall we retire to the bedchamber, new wife?”
“Yes, my husband. I feel like being bedded.”
“How fortunate.”