After his punishment, Jamie gets closer to Eliza

Moments later, so quick his head was still spinning, Jamie found himself meekly lying across his new wife's lap, his belly resting over her muscled thigh. His bare legs lay across the bed beside her, and his upper body draped limply over the other side, his arms lying flat. It was...a **** position to be in, one that left him very much aware of how his butt was raised up in the air, his smooth cheeks only just covered by the thin layer of white silk lingerie. He'd been spanked before by his Momma, but only ever over his clothes and never in such an intimate way, his whole body laid out for Eliza to do with as she pleased. Right now her large hand was resting gently on his back, her palm warm on his bare skin. She was barely touching him now, but he knew very well that she'd be able to pin him down with a fraction of her womanly strength if she decided she wanted to. The thought made his belly flutter, his dick pressing against the soft silk of his tight panties. How could he still be aroused when his wife was about to punish him?

"I suppose it must seem a bit strange that I'm going to spank you before you've even started fulfilling your many other husbandly duties to me." Eliza purred, a simmering heat in her voice that made Jamie's skin tingle."But that's exactly why I'm doing it first. I've tried to explain to you the importance of a wife's authority over her husband, but we both know silly boys learn these things best in a rather more direct manner. So, until I decide otherwise, you will lie over my lap and meekly present your bare bottom for a thorough spanking each and every day before we retire to the marital bed for me to enjoy your body in other ways. This isn't meant as a punishment, think of it more as a way to put you in the proper mindset to submit and serve as a good husband should, both in my bed and out of it. Though, of course, these daily maintenance sessions will be in addition to any other discipline or correction I should decide you need. In other words, if you're a naughty boy and upset or disappoint me, you'll be going to bed most days with a very sore bottom indeed." She chuckled roughly, as Jamie whimpered and trembled in shock. Getting spanked by his wife everyday? Even if he was good? This wasn't how he'd imagined being married would be like at all! "Don't be so worried. It isn't a bad thing, I promise." Her hand slid down a little further and he squeaked out as she patted his butt firmly through his skimpy panties. "A wife disciplining her husband like this is just what should be happening in every good marriage. It'll take a few tears, or rather more than a few, but soon you'll understand just how important these regular spankings are going to be to ensuring we have a happy life together, okay?"

"Yes...ma'am." The boy stammered in reply. It was so embarrassing and difficult to have a conversation with his new wife while he was draped helplessly over her lap and wearing nothing but his frilly underwear. It all made him feel very ****, leaving him helpless but to swallow even the meekest protests he had to what she seemed to be planning. Spanking him everyday for no reason at all...it should seem awful and unfair, but she spoke with such firm confidence he couldn't help but agree, even in his own head. It didn't make much sense, but maybe she was right after all, and he needed this to make sure he was a good husband. What did he know about being the right man for a strong, handsome woman like her after all? Nothing at all...

"Good." She replied. "I know just how men work, and believe me, there's nothing like plenty of firm discipline from the women in your lives to keep you out of trouble. So this is really for your own good, I hope you understand that. Ah...but I think I've kept you waiting long enough." Her hand slipped back up his back and the boy gasped in shock as she deftly unhooked his bra with one hand, slipping the straps over his arms next so that the underwear just fell off his chest onto the bed below him. Jamie bit his lip, fighting the urge to slip an arm under himself to cover his stiff, itchy nipples. She was better at taking his bra off than he was, he thought with a furious blush. Then again, she was almost twenty years older, he could hardly be the first boy she'd ended up in bed with. That thought stung a bit, and he was still wondering at that when he felt her hand slip down his naked back and over his frilly white panties. Suddenly she'd grabbed the frilly underwear by the hem, and he yelped in shrill surprise as she started pulling them down, baring a sliver of his quivering buttocks.

"Ma'am?" Jamie squeaked, awkwardly craning his neck to stare up at her in shock. Her fingers had slipped under the hem of his panties, and he could feel them against the soft skin of his butt. His cheeks burned even hotter, his head spinning. She couldn't mean she wanted him...totally naked for this, right?

"Look at that adorable blush." The older woman chuckled, her dark eyes gleaming as she gazed hungrily back at him. "It's very cute how ashamed you are, but you're always going to be stripped before I spank you. A husband should have no covering or protection from the sting of his wife's firm hand. He must feel every smack on his bare skin and know he can hide nothing from her, he is hers to guide and punish as she pleases." Her voice was getting rougher and hungrier with every word. The boy whimpered softly as she used her spread fingers to slide the silky panties off his hips and down his legs, showing no hesitation in stripping him totally naked. "My...you are just gorgeous, aren't you?" She breathed hoarsely. Jamie gasped as he felt one of her large warm hands settle over his butt. She squeezed, rubbing and cupping one cheek under her palm. The boy buried his blushing face in the sheets as his new wife groped him, her fingers sinking into his flesh in a way that felt very much possessive. "Such a shame. It seems I can't go easy on you after all." She continued roughly, and he could almost hear the lustful smirk in her voice. "You were acting like such a good boy, but this naughty bare bottom of yours is just begging for a long, hard spanking."

"Sorry...ma'am." Jamie stammered. He'd never thought of his body as naughty or tempting to women at all, quite the opposite, but she seemed to know better than he did. More shameful still, between his bare thighs, his dick was hard and aching even through his nervous fear of what she was about to do to him, a thought that made his stomach clench in guilt. How could he still be turned on when his wife was about to punish him? Maybe he really was a slutty boy who deserved this...

"Oh, you aren't quite yet, my darling." Eliza murmured, her breaths coming hot and eager. Jamie gasped in shock...it was the first time she'd called him that, and despite the worry and embarrassment churning in his chest he felt a small thrill at hearing it. At least until she continued anyway... "But by the time I'm finished, you'll be feeling very sorry indeed. Very sorry and very ready to show me just how good a boy you can be." She gave his butt one last firm squeeze in her fingers, then raised her hand. Jamie tensed up, readying himself for what he already knew was going to be a long, painful spanking. He waited, trembling over her warm, muscled thighs. Only, nothing happened for a few long moments. When was she going to start the boy wondered...or maybe she wasn't? Maybe she'd decided he'd been good enough not to punish after all. Sighing softly, he relaxed a little at that comforting thought. Spanking him every day, she couldn't really think he needed that, could she?

It was at that very moment her hand swung, landing across his bare butt with a loud crack. Jamie squealed in shock, his body bucking up in her lap. The pain came an instant later, a sharp sting right under her palm that made him gasp. He had barely a moment to absorb it before she smacked him again, then again, her hand rising and falling in a slow, even rhythm of hard, painful swats. She switched from cheek to cheek, slapping each soft mound in turn before letting her palm rest over the quivering flesh she'd just struck. He was left gasping in pain and whimpering in fear of the next smack, before her hand darted away and cracked against his butt once again. It was all too much, the sting of each spank so much fiercer on skin than he'd ever felt before and the shock of feeling her palm across his bare butt adding churning shame to his distress. Tears filling his eyes, Jamie tried to wriggle away from her hand, but in a flash she pressed him down into her lap with the other one, holding him before he'd even moved an inch. His soft buttocks still quivered over her lap, perfectly presented for the hail of sharp smacks that followed.

All he could do was kick and cry in her lap, his feet flailing helplessly behind him as his hips bounced and wriggled, trying to shield his poor stinging cheeks and not even aware of the enticing show his struggles were offering his new wife. His smooth bottom jiggled and quivered across her lap, practically begging for her to smack him even harder. Jamie was properly crying by now, floods of tears flowing down his cheeks to stain the blankets underneath his face. The pain in his butt just got hotter and fiercer, the skin of his cheeks burning like he'd sat in a fire, only...somehow even more worrying, he felt a different heat tingling between his legs. Even as his new wife spanked him raw, his dick was harder than it had ever been in his life, squashed against her firm thighs under his wriggling body. The thought made his stomach twist in sickly shame. How could he be enjoying this? It hurt...so much. He just wanted it to stop, but his stupid dick was aching like he was about to cum!

"Please, ma'am!" He squealed out between sobs, even more **** for this to end now. "Please, I'll be good, I promise! Please stop..."

"Oh dear, so much fuss when I've barely even started. I know you think you've had enough already, but I've got to show you right now that all these boyish tears and pleas just won't work on me." Eliza sighed, almost sounding almost genuinely sorry. Her hand settled over one sore buttock, fingers rubbing and squeezing at his stinging flesh. Jamie sobbed and gasped into the sheets. Her touch was faintly soothing and he was so **** for comfort he couldn't help but long for it. "If I was soft on you just because you asked me to, why you'd soon start to think you could get out of anything just with a few tears and that wouldn't do at all. Keep trying all you wish, but crying and begging will get you nowhere, my darling. Your cute bare bottom is getting a good, long spanking, just like I know you need." She patted his butt gently, before drawing her hand away. Jamie's hoarse, despairing sobs turned to a shrill squeal as her firm palm cracked across his stinging cheeks yet again, even harder than before.

He kicked and bucked and cried, but she took no notice of his struggles or pleas, keeping him pinned in her lap with one hand while the other landed swat after swat across his wiggling butt. She seemed determined that every single sliver of skin should feel the sting of her punishing palm. He shrieked out shrilly when her palm cracked across the tender creases where his cheeks met his hips, the sharp shock of heat across that sensitive area even harder to bear. The burning pain across his bare skin seemed to sink deeper into his flesh, turning to a dull, fierce ache he knew with tearful certainty he'd be feeling for a long time. And she just kept spanking him. The slaps were coming so much faster now, and he didn't even have that brief moment to absorb the pain of one smack before the next stung his skin even more. All he could focus on was the sharp cracks of her hand against his flesh, the jolt of impact shocking through his body as his soft butt quivered under her palm, and then the stinging heat that followed. And underneath it all, the fluttering, tingly arousal that somehow kept his dick so shamefully stiff.

At last, she stopped. It took the sobbing boy a good few moments to realize her hand wasn't smacking him any more, his bare legs still kicking away helplessly into the bed as he waited for another hard swat that never came. Then he slumped over her lap with a despairing little whimper. His butt was just so sore, the skin throbbing and aching with his heartbeat. He didn't think he'd be sitting comfortably for a week after this. And she'd promised a spanking like this everyday! What had he done wrong? He just wanted to be a good husband and please her. Painful sobs made his throat tighten like cold claws around his neck, as he buried his head in the wet blankets underneath his face.

"There, there, darling, it's all over now, I promise." Eliza cooed above him, her voice gentler than he'd ever heard from her. He whimpered as he felt her large hand on his stinging butt, only instead of smacking him again she let her fingers trace over his stinging skin. She rubbed and squeezed at the sorest spots, and Jamie gasped in shock at how her firm caresses somehow made the pain ease. Once again he found himself pressing his butt up into her palm, **** for comfort from her firm, womanly touch. It was...strange how much relief she could give him with the same hand that had just spanked him raw, but he couldn't deny how he felt. "I know it hurts." She continued, her voice soothing. "But this is all for the best. Ask any right-thinking woman, a boy is never cuter, sweeter or more attentive than after he's had a good spanking on the bare. You're going to try so hard to please me now, and that's just what you've wanted since we met, isn't it?"

"Yes...ma'am." Jamie whimpered, raising his head from the sheets. He did want that...so much. His keening sobs had eased, but he was still trembling across her lap, fresh tears dribbling down his cheeks. And even after her soothing, his butt was still so sore. He found himself wishing she'd rub him and touch him even more.

"You don't have to call me ma'am all the time. When I put you over my lap, fine, but once I've finished spanking you, just Eliza is better. Or wife, or darling, if you're feeling very sweet." She laughed. "Now, as much as I enjoy having you lying over my knee with that lovely, well-spanked bottom where I can see it, let's get you up." Her firm hands settled round his waist and before he could even squeak she'd lifted him up without a hint of strain. In moments the boy found himself sitting naked on her knee, her muscled arm wrapped gently round his shoulders. He stared at her handsome face through a mist of tears, his heart aching. It was strange...he knew he should be frightened of her, but he wasn't. Her large hand gently stroked his trembling back, rubbing away his worries. Her body felt so warm and firm against him, a rock he could cling to with trembling fingers even in the sea of pain and confusing feelings that had left him so adrift. He didn't know why...but when she hugged him to her the pain just got easier to bear, and he had to thank her for that. "Oh...now what have we here?" She murmured suddenly, hot delight in her words. Jamie yelped in shock as he felt her fingers wrap around his stiff dick, holding his erection in her large, warm hand. No...she'd noticed he was hard!

"I...please...I'm so sorry...Eliza" He gasped out the words through a sore, tight throat. She was going to be so mad...she'd spank him again, and he deserved it for being such a wanton slut! "I can't help it..."

"Don't be scared. It's alright, I promise." Eliza smiled at him, still gently holding his erection between her fingers. "We're married, remember? It's a very good thing for a boy to get hard when his wife is disciplining him. Think of it like this, it's just your body telling you what we both know is true. Meek submission to my authority, offering yourself up for discipline as and when I choose, and getting your naughty bottom smacked over my lap, this is your proper place in our marriage. I expect we'll both continue to get aroused when I spank you in future, so you mustn't be too ashamed."

"Yes...Eliza." Jamie nodded quickly. The way she spoke, so firm and sure, it just made everything make sense even in his own head. And with the stiff, shameful evidence throbbing away in her grasp, he could hardly deny it. He had gotten turned on while she was spanking him, and she'd just told him she had too! The thought made his head spin. Was...her pussy wet even? He shifted on her lap, a tingly thrill in his belly despite his burning butt.

"And...one other thing, perhaps more pressing in this moment." His new wife continued. "Now your spanking's done, you're hard and ready to pleasure me, just like you should be whenever I want you." She leaned in suddenly, and the boy let out a muffled squeak as her lips found his. Still gripping his dick in her hand, she kissed him hungrily, crushing his lips between her own. Her tongue thrust inside his mouth, hot and greedy as it licked at him. When she pulled away she was flushed and panting, her breasts heaving under her collared shirt. Jamie was frozen on her lap, dazed by her kiss. His cheeks were glowing as hot as his butt and his belly fluttered wildly, while his stiff cock pulsed and throbbed in her firm grasp. "Ah my darling. You're so perfect, gentle, submissive and obedient like every husband should be." She growled, her icy blue eyes seeming to simmer with hot desire. "The kind of boy I've been looking for all my life. I started to believe I'd never find you, but here you are...in my arms, for me to enjoy all I please." Even as his bare butt ached with the pain of the spanking she'd given him, Jamie felt his heart tremble at her words, fresh tears welling up into his stinging eyes. She...wanted him, even though he was shy and stupid and not sexy at all. He hadn't thought any woman would ever want him like this...enough to stare at him with such fierce desire in her eyes. Least of all, a handsome, rich, older lady who knew just what silly boys like him needed.

"Thank you..." He whimpered, the words seeming so small compared to the raw swell of relief flooding through him that left him sniffling and barely able to speak. "Thank you so much..."

"Hush..." She smiled, baring teeth. He moaned hoarsely as her fingers suddenly tightened round his cock, the firmer grip sending a crackling heat through his body that left him gasping for breath. "Now you've had your spanking, I expect you're ready to please me as a husband should, meekly, willingly and without thought for his own pleasure unless I allow it. I intend to thoroughly enjoy every moment."