Jamie is taught an important lesson by his wife

Ms Sharp...or rather Elizabeth, guided Jamie by the hand through the open door of her bedroom. The boy's heart was thumping in his chest like a drum, his skin tingling with nervous anticipation. This was his wife's home, a penthouse apartment in the city center, so high up he felt dizzy even standing here, with huge glass windows that looked over the clear night sky. They'd been driven here after the wedding reception, with her holding his hand tight the entire journey like she never meant to let him go again, before she'd swept him through the lobby, up an elevator and into this lavish apartment without even saying a word to him. Jamie had hardly had time to even glance at the large rooms and elegant, modern furniture of his new home as she led him firmly through towards her room, pausing only to slip out of her shoes by the door and let him do the same.

She let his hand drop at last, leaving him standing there stiff as she strode over to the large double bed waiting conspicuously against the far wall. Jamie swallowed anxiously, his wide gaze flickering over the perfectly made white sheets. Under the sweeping white wedding dress, his slender chest rose and fell with little, nervous breaths. This...was where he was going to have sex for the first time with his wife. The thought made his belly flutter wildly, and he felt his naughty dick twitch and ache in those soft silk panties he was wearing. His cheeks flushed with lingering shame at getting an erection, but...it was fine now, right? It was what his wife would expect tonight, and the very last thing he wanted was to disappoint her now.

"Come, stand in front of me, right here." Elizabeth ordered with a smile, pointing at the carpet just near her feet. Jamie darted forward to obey. "Before our wedding night can begin properly, I've been meaning to have another talk with you about a few very important things you should understand now we're married." She continued. Jamie bit his lip, feeling a flicker of strange disappointment. By the way she'd been staring at him during the reception, he'd been half-expecting his new wife to just want to toss him down on her bed and pounce on him already. That was what women were supposed to be like, weren't they? Taking men at every chance they had, using them for pleasure. So why wasn't she? He gasped as Elizabeth suddenly reached up and laid her hand on his cheek, cupping it under her warm palm and lifting his face up to stare at hers. "A successful marriage is like building a house." She gently stroked him, fingers brushing over his soft, blushing skin. "It must be placed on a firm foundation from the start." Her icy blue eyes held his, gleaming with anticipation. "Can you guess what that is?"

"Um...is it love?" Jamie asked hesitantly, feeling even sillier and smaller in front of his tall, handsome, older wife. She did it so effortlessly, just her looming presence making him so aware of the power she held over him by her feminine strength and now as well the legal bindings of marriage.

"Ah you silly young boys, always so romantic." She smiled indulgently, giving his cheek a firm pat. Jamie flushed even hotter at her teasing, but found himself leaning into her large, warm palm all the same. "I'm afraid not. Love is important, of course it is. Something special and precious that can only be shared between a husband and the wife he belongs to. But life isn't quite like those silly stories where things just happen that way. Love, real love that lasts, doesn't just come from nowhere, believe me I know. For the right sort of relationship between man and woman that starts with him knowing his place below her, respecting her authority over him in all things, including her right to discipline him as and when she chooses. You're a good boy, Jamie, and I can tell you've been raised correctly despite your Mother's...flaws, but that's something I'm going to make very sure you understand very well tonight."

"I do....I understand." Jamie nodded hurriedly. Of course he did. Ever since he'd been old enough to understand his Momma had made sure he knew his role in marriage would be to support and obey his wife. And it was what he wanted too...

"No, you don't, or you wouldn't be questioning me like that already." Elizabeth sighed. The boy felt his heart sink, his lip trembling as he realized he'd just messed up in front of his wife and done something she didn't like on their first night together. He just wanted to be a good husband for her. Why hadn't he just kept his silly mouth shut? "Oh, don't look so sad, it isn't your fault, you sweet thing." The imposing woman smiled again, her icy eyes softening slightly as she stroked his cheek. "Even good boys like you get led astray nowadays by all those silly shows on television, and the way you're allowed to behave in public by woman who really should know better. They even let you go to school. What good is school for teaching you how to be good little husbands? It's so very stupid, I don't understand where the idea even comes from, weak-willed women in power now who just don't get how you silly boys work." Her eyes narrowed in frustration, making Jamie shiver uncertainly, but then she seemed to relax, and took in a sharp breath. "Oh, but you don't need to hear me complaining about that tonight of all nights. All you have to do right now is everything I say and I'll teach you how to behave, with the firm hand that's what every boy really needs. Can you do that for me, husband? Can you be a good, obedient boy?" She asked, her expectant gaze holding his.

"Yes...I can." Jamie replied, his voice trembling. That was what he wanted, to be a good boy for her, all the more so now he was coming to understand just how important it was to his handsome and intimidating new wife.

"Good." Her hand dropped from his cheek and she leaned back, sitting upright on the bed in front of him. She was tall enough that even with him still standing they were around the same height, her level, icy stare holding him in place as surely as if she'd pinned him down. "First then, I'm going to help you out of that lovely dress, so just stand there nice and still and let me strip you." Without waiting for another word from him, Elizabeth reached out and grabbed for the neat ties holding the white wedding dress on his body. Jamie gasped as she hurriedly unfastened each in turn, her blue eyes alight. The thought that this older woman could be so eager to strip him made the boy shiver with warm delight. He knew he wasn't that attractive for a man, with his stupid freckles and stubby legs and no idea how to properly please or satisfy a woman, but now his wife wanted him all the same. As she yanked open the last of the ribbons, he silently promised himself he'd do his very best to make sure she was happy with him, no matter what naughty things she decided to do with him. "There we go, like opening a very pretty little present." Elizabeth chuckled, the rough desire rumbling in her voice making Jamie's skin tingle.

She grabbed the dress by the shoulders and pulled it open, letting it drop down his body as the boy hurriedly pulled his arms out the dangling sleeves. He gasped out as his slender chest was bared, covered only in the frilly white bra over his stiff, tingly nipples, but Elizabeth didn't pause even a moment, yanking the dress down his hips and barely giving him time to awkwardly step out of it as she pulled it over his legs. The beautiful gown fell to the floor in a heap of soft white fabric. Jamie found himself hoping distantly that it wouldn't get too dirty down here. It was the fanciest piece of clothing he'd ever worn in his life.

"Beautiful..." Elizabeth breathed suddenly, her voice in his ears. The almost naked boy raised his head, his cheeks burning. He was exposed in front of a woman, wearing only this fancy, sexy underwear and a pair of long white stockings. Her icy blue eyes moved slowly over the pale, trembling skin of his chest, then down his soft belly, her lips parting with a hungry gasp as they found his shivering thighs. The white panties wrapped around his hips were tight and tiny, cupping his stiff little dick to make a rather obvious bulge in front and then sinking between the quivering cheeks of his butt to spread and present those trembling mounds. Elizabeth was breathing hard as she stared at him, her pale cheeks flushing pink. Jamie shifted his legs apart a little further, shocked at his own shamelessness, but too excited at her hungry stare to do anything less than show off to her. How lucky he was that just fancy underwear could make a woman like her attracted to him! If he was just standing here naked she'd probably not like him at all. "Ah, I'm going to enjoy this very much...though of course that doesn't mean it isn't very important to make sure our marriage gets off to the proper start." His wife continued, still fully clothed in her sharp, fancy suit. That she was dressed while she'd stripped him off made the boy that much more aware of the power she held over him as his wife, the expectation that he'd serve and please her and do everything she wanted. She tore her gaze from his stiff dick at last and leaned back, her lips curled into a hungry smile as she met his gaze. "Come here and lie over my lap." She murmured hotly, though the edge of firm expectation in her voice made him stiffen. Over her lap...did that mean she was going to spank him now? Jamie gasped out in shock even as the thought sent a flicker of naughty, tingling heat through his stiff erection...he hadn't done anything wrong, had he? So why was she punishing him? "You've been a very good boy so far, Jamie." Elizabeth purred, as if she'd plucked the question from his uncertain eyes. "But you're going to learn here and now that even good boys get their cute bottoms spanked as and when their wives desire it."