Love, Honor and OBEY in the 1700's
A day after her punishment in the barn, the rope burns on Joanne's wrists and ankles were still prominent and she was reminded of her welts with each step, but Joanne was more content than she'd been in weeks. She enjoyed being accepted in the town again. Peter, Ruth's older brother, the one that strapped her the hardest and then tenderly wiped her tears, was now constantly on her mind. Joanne understood that he was the kind of man she needed. She fantasied about him making love to her after he strapped her. She laid in bed twisting her welts into the course wool blanket and fingered her sore clit thinking of him. She was amazed how strong her organisms were after her punishment. If someone remarked that they heard that she was punished, she'd hold her head up, smile and disarm them by responding: "yes, I was - thank you" Luke, her father, sarcastically told her to lift up her skirt and place her bear sore bottom on the hard wood stools at home - " to get the most out of her punishment" - to his amazement, she complied without a word of protest.
The Duke's son took over. He was enamored with his young wife and nothing like his lecherous father. The young Duke understood that the times were changing and told the town to elect their own magistrate. John Miller, Ruth's father, was nominated and unanimously elected that same day. John and his wife Ann moved into the magistrate's large home with Ruth and their youngest boy Sam. Peter, their oldest, took over the mill and the family home. Joanne wasted no time - she accompanied Ruth and her mother whenever they went over to see Peter. Soon, she was occasionally cooking Peter's meals and mended a few of his shirts. One of Joanne's friends ask her how she could pursue one of the men that beat her? She replied that he also tenderly wiped her tears away - and what's better than a man with strong arms and a tender side? Peter's friends reminded him that half the town had seen her nude. Peter replied: Yes, and that gives them good reason to envy him.
They courted during long walks, engaged and set a date in a very short time. Ruth and Joanne had become almost sisters after the two embraced in the barn months ago. Joanne was already part of the family. Her father took Peter aside and flatly told him that his head strong daughter required a strong man to discipline her. Peter nodded his head and reminded him that he's already strapped her. Luke smiled and the two talked about a lot of things, fast becoming friends. Joanne and Peter had very frank discussions about their respective rolls. She would vow to: “Love, Honor and Obey” and it was a tradition in their village that the bride be punished on her wedding night to ensure that she is obedient by letting her know what happens if she strays. They both agreed that they would make their wedding night memorable. Joanne understood that she needed to be punished harshly, but they would make love afterwards. She was looking forward to living her fantasy. At home, for as long as she could remember, the sound of leather striking flesh was followed by her mother's whimpers. Now it was her turn. Peter visited the leather shop and requested a strap. The proprietor ask him what he needed it for and when he told him who he was marrying, the proprietor told him he'd make a good heavy strap for him knowing that he will need it often.
She sat on a stool in her father's house getting ready for the rest of her life. Her mother helped her with her hair and Ruth came over with a new tube of French lipstick and showed her how to paint her lips with it. It took both women to assist with the hoops, corset, and the elaborate dress. The wedding was the social event of the year in the small town - the church was packed. Joanne was radiant in her traditional white dress. After Luke gave his daughter away, the couple danced and feasted with friends and family till late in the evening. Finally, Ann announced that her son had an early day tomorrow. The bride and groom got into a carriage with Ruth and her mom for the short journey to the mill. Peter carried her over the threshold. Mom and Ruth assisted Joanne removing her dress. After a short time, they said their good byes. On her way out, Mom looked at the implements laid out on the side of the dining table and wistfully remarked that that it reminded her of her own wedding night before she and Ruth slipped out of the house. They left Joanne nude in the master bedroom to await her husband. Peter entered the room, admired his lovely wife's figure and sat down.
Joanne placed herself over Peter's knee. Peter gave her a short warm before she was being spanked hard by his heavy hand. Joanne was already squirming and kicking, but his left arm held her down tight. Fifteen minutes later, her ass was a nice shade of red. Peter reached for her hair brush and brought it down on her right cheek with moderate force while Joanne let out a mummer. The left cheek was struck just as hard a moment later. He applied more force to sobriquet swats making her squirm and kick wildly in response to the continuing assault on her bottom. The wooden brush strikes her red flesh leaving white imprints that soon turned dark red - she whimpers each time. Peter stopped after 24 swats. At the conclusion of her endorphin rush, She's told to masturbate. Joanne quickly put her fingers to work while Peter slowly spanked her. She came quickly and hard shaking over her husband's knee gasping for air. When she came down from her orgasm she shifted and put his member in her mouth. Peter enjoyed his wife for a few moments before exploding in her mouth. They did this once a week during courting, but this was their wedding night. After she swallowed his cum, she was told to rise, walk into the dining room and bend over the table. Joanne meekly complied.
Peter secured Joanne bent over the heavy wood dining table. Each of her limbs were pulled tightly towards a table leg spreading open her legs to expose both her ass and pussy to full view. Peter took his belt and came down on her forcefully with lashes alternating each cheek. Joanne let out a mummer with each one of the 24 swats. Her red ass was now darker. Peter paused before switching to the heavy strap. Her endorphin's worked hard to relieve her, but they had barely subsided when that strap came down across both ass cheeks. Joanne exhaled a muted groan and her eyes teared up. The next one came from the other direction as she pulled against the rope restraining her. Peter continued alternating sides with punishing lashes marking her red ass with dark red/purple streaks. The sound of leather striking flesh followed by her whimpers filled the room. He paused after 24 punishing lashes. Indeed, the proprietor of the leather shop made Peter a good harsh heavy strap. Joanne was desperate for the endorphin rush that briefly followed.
Peter reached for the rattan cane that his sister had given them as a wedding present. Before he placed a leather bit in her mouth, Joanne told him to mark her well. Several moments later, the cane struck the junction between her ass and legs with force. She clamped down on the bit hard responding to the stinging pain. The second one landed just above the first. Welts rose up from each stroke marking the path of the pain stick as it marched up her ass. The overwhelming pain of the cane embracing her skin caused her to cry out through the bit with each stroke. Tears ran down her cheeks to drop on the table she was still tightly bound to. He paused after 18 strokes, which was how old she was. She was afraid, knowing that if this was midpoint, she was getting 36 total. Her fears were soon realized. The remaining 18 strokes were just as painful as the first. The relentless assault on her ass continued to be punctuated with the fall of the cane ripping into her flesh. Her eyes were getting puffy, her lips quivered and her arms were fatigued from pulling on the ropes restraining her. Joanne's wrists and ankles would bare rope marks for days. Her jaw was starting to hurt from clamping down on the bit. But still, Peter continued caning her. Joanne was bowling with a study stream of tears at the conclusion of her punishment. A small puddle formed on the table. She was left restrained bent over the table relishing the little relief her endorphins could manage for a few minutes. Her dark red ass was covered with evenly spaced deep purple welts. Her bottom radiated pain throughout her frazzled nerves system.
Peter undressed before he untied the rope and let her up. He tenderly dried her tears and held her tightly. When her lips stopped quivering, she pressed her body against his as hard as she could. After they broke their embrace, Joanne bent over and offered herself to her husband. Peter was very aroused with his member standing straight up - he pounded her fresh welts with his pelvis sliding in and out of her pussy vigorously. The stimulation of him inside her coupled with the pain to make her a wanton woman. Joanne fingered her clit frantically with her right hand while her left hand grasped the table. Joanne 's convolutions shook her body with the spasms of an intense orgasm below Peter. She paused her finger and began again several times sending herself into multiple orgasms’. Peter breathed deeply and quickly above her climaxing himself during her finial orgasm. After they relaxed, Peter asked her if she got what she needed? With his sperm dripping down her inner legs, Joanne, who had just experienced the best orgasm of the life, replied: “Yes, thank you Sir!” She added, that she loved him with all her hart. Peter replied that he loved her just as much.
The Duke's son took over. He was enamored with his young wife and nothing like his lecherous father. The young Duke understood that the times were changing and told the town to elect their own magistrate. John Miller, Ruth's father, was nominated and unanimously elected that same day. John and his wife Ann moved into the magistrate's large home with Ruth and their youngest boy Sam. Peter, their oldest, took over the mill and the family home. Joanne wasted no time - she accompanied Ruth and her mother whenever they went over to see Peter. Soon, she was occasionally cooking Peter's meals and mended a few of his shirts. One of Joanne's friends ask her how she could pursue one of the men that beat her? She replied that he also tenderly wiped her tears away - and what's better than a man with strong arms and a tender side? Peter's friends reminded him that half the town had seen her nude. Peter replied: Yes, and that gives them good reason to envy him.
They courted during long walks, engaged and set a date in a very short time. Ruth and Joanne had become almost sisters after the two embraced in the barn months ago. Joanne was already part of the family. Her father took Peter aside and flatly told him that his head strong daughter required a strong man to discipline her. Peter nodded his head and reminded him that he's already strapped her. Luke smiled and the two talked about a lot of things, fast becoming friends. Joanne and Peter had very frank discussions about their respective rolls. She would vow to: “Love, Honor and Obey” and it was a tradition in their village that the bride be punished on her wedding night to ensure that she is obedient by letting her know what happens if she strays. They both agreed that they would make their wedding night memorable. Joanne understood that she needed to be punished harshly, but they would make love afterwards. She was looking forward to living her fantasy. At home, for as long as she could remember, the sound of leather striking flesh was followed by her mother's whimpers. Now it was her turn. Peter visited the leather shop and requested a strap. The proprietor ask him what he needed it for and when he told him who he was marrying, the proprietor told him he'd make a good heavy strap for him knowing that he will need it often.
She sat on a stool in her father's house getting ready for the rest of her life. Her mother helped her with her hair and Ruth came over with a new tube of French lipstick and showed her how to paint her lips with it. It took both women to assist with the hoops, corset, and the elaborate dress. The wedding was the social event of the year in the small town - the church was packed. Joanne was radiant in her traditional white dress. After Luke gave his daughter away, the couple danced and feasted with friends and family till late in the evening. Finally, Ann announced that her son had an early day tomorrow. The bride and groom got into a carriage with Ruth and her mom for the short journey to the mill. Peter carried her over the threshold. Mom and Ruth assisted Joanne removing her dress. After a short time, they said their good byes. On her way out, Mom looked at the implements laid out on the side of the dining table and wistfully remarked that that it reminded her of her own wedding night before she and Ruth slipped out of the house. They left Joanne nude in the master bedroom to await her husband. Peter entered the room, admired his lovely wife's figure and sat down.
Joanne placed herself over Peter's knee. Peter gave her a short warm before she was being spanked hard by his heavy hand. Joanne was already squirming and kicking, but his left arm held her down tight. Fifteen minutes later, her ass was a nice shade of red. Peter reached for her hair brush and brought it down on her right cheek with moderate force while Joanne let out a mummer. The left cheek was struck just as hard a moment later. He applied more force to sobriquet swats making her squirm and kick wildly in response to the continuing assault on her bottom. The wooden brush strikes her red flesh leaving white imprints that soon turned dark red - she whimpers each time. Peter stopped after 24 swats. At the conclusion of her endorphin rush, She's told to masturbate. Joanne quickly put her fingers to work while Peter slowly spanked her. She came quickly and hard shaking over her husband's knee gasping for air. When she came down from her orgasm she shifted and put his member in her mouth. Peter enjoyed his wife for a few moments before exploding in her mouth. They did this once a week during courting, but this was their wedding night. After she swallowed his cum, she was told to rise, walk into the dining room and bend over the table. Joanne meekly complied.
Peter secured Joanne bent over the heavy wood dining table. Each of her limbs were pulled tightly towards a table leg spreading open her legs to expose both her ass and pussy to full view. Peter took his belt and came down on her forcefully with lashes alternating each cheek. Joanne let out a mummer with each one of the 24 swats. Her red ass was now darker. Peter paused before switching to the heavy strap. Her endorphin's worked hard to relieve her, but they had barely subsided when that strap came down across both ass cheeks. Joanne exhaled a muted groan and her eyes teared up. The next one came from the other direction as she pulled against the rope restraining her. Peter continued alternating sides with punishing lashes marking her red ass with dark red/purple streaks. The sound of leather striking flesh followed by her whimpers filled the room. He paused after 24 punishing lashes. Indeed, the proprietor of the leather shop made Peter a good harsh heavy strap. Joanne was desperate for the endorphin rush that briefly followed.
Peter reached for the rattan cane that his sister had given them as a wedding present. Before he placed a leather bit in her mouth, Joanne told him to mark her well. Several moments later, the cane struck the junction between her ass and legs with force. She clamped down on the bit hard responding to the stinging pain. The second one landed just above the first. Welts rose up from each stroke marking the path of the pain stick as it marched up her ass. The overwhelming pain of the cane embracing her skin caused her to cry out through the bit with each stroke. Tears ran down her cheeks to drop on the table she was still tightly bound to. He paused after 18 strokes, which was how old she was. She was afraid, knowing that if this was midpoint, she was getting 36 total. Her fears were soon realized. The remaining 18 strokes were just as painful as the first. The relentless assault on her ass continued to be punctuated with the fall of the cane ripping into her flesh. Her eyes were getting puffy, her lips quivered and her arms were fatigued from pulling on the ropes restraining her. Joanne's wrists and ankles would bare rope marks for days. Her jaw was starting to hurt from clamping down on the bit. But still, Peter continued caning her. Joanne was bowling with a study stream of tears at the conclusion of her punishment. A small puddle formed on the table. She was left restrained bent over the table relishing the little relief her endorphins could manage for a few minutes. Her dark red ass was covered with evenly spaced deep purple welts. Her bottom radiated pain throughout her frazzled nerves system.
Peter undressed before he untied the rope and let her up. He tenderly dried her tears and held her tightly. When her lips stopped quivering, she pressed her body against his as hard as she could. After they broke their embrace, Joanne bent over and offered herself to her husband. Peter was very aroused with his member standing straight up - he pounded her fresh welts with his pelvis sliding in and out of her pussy vigorously. The stimulation of him inside her coupled with the pain to make her a wanton woman. Joanne fingered her clit frantically with her right hand while her left hand grasped the table. Joanne 's convolutions shook her body with the spasms of an intense orgasm below Peter. She paused her finger and began again several times sending herself into multiple orgasms’. Peter breathed deeply and quickly above her climaxing himself during her finial orgasm. After they relaxed, Peter asked her if she got what she needed? With his sperm dripping down her inner legs, Joanne, who had just experienced the best orgasm of the life, replied: “Yes, thank you Sir!” She added, that she loved him with all her hart. Peter replied that he loved her just as much.
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