During the late afternoon, Donald nudges Emma a few times to roll over so not to get too much sun on either side. He understands that after this day in the sun, and tomorrow, Emma will have tan lines from her suit which she doesn’t get when naked in the tanning bed.This thought somehow arouses him to think about seeing some of her skin, covering her most private places paler than the rest. Like she is hiding herself from others, saving it all just for him. He knows he is getting a bit crazy with his lust for her, but he doesn’t care he tells himself. He has never in his life felt this way about anyone, and he does not want this feeling to end. Not yet.In the late afternoon, they gather their things and head back to the van to drop them off, then head to the shower house to wash off the salt water. Emma and Donald are both rather sad that they must shower in different parts of the bathhouse marked off by sexes. They hurry though their showers and are soon back at the van. Donald starts the grill and brings out a couple of steaks to cook. Emma mixes up a salad and pulls out rolls to warm. That will be enough for their dinner, even though they had little breakfast or lunch. They sit at the outside table under the awning eating. A breeze comes up from the water, but it is not too cool.After eating Donald tells Emma he has brought her mother’s diary with them and he thought they could enjoy a few more entries leading to her parents’ wedding. Emma eagerly agrees. So, after cleaning up from dinner, they go into the van and cuddle on one of the benches by the table. Glasses of scotch on the rocks for both as Donald brings out the diary and opens it. April 30, 1974Edward came over this evening to supervise my packing for our honeymoon. After buying all those new conservative clothes for me he told me that after the wedding those will be my wardrobe and the clothes he has let me keep for this week will be boxed and stored in the attic of our home. I cried a little over this and he asked me, ‘did I want a spanking for acting so childish Escort Anadolu yakası about this?’Now my parents were in the living room just down the hall, and there was no way I wanted them to hear me being spanked by Edward. No, they must never know about this side of our relationship, and even more how much I enjoy it.I told Edward I would behave, and no, please do not spank me here tonight. He just patted my bottom a little and told me then I need to behave and act like a big girl who will soon be his wife and helpmate.The helpmate comment didn’t really sit that well with me as I do have slight feminist feelings, but in agreeing to be Edward’s bride, I doubt if I will ever fully express my views again. That is alright for what I get in return from him.I watched as he carefully folded my clothes and placed them in the suitcase. He handed me a bag he had brought with him and told me it was a present for our honeymoon. I opened it and took out what I could only describe as an old lady swimsuit. Black, one piece, hardly any cleavage will show, and the bottom fully covers my ass to the start of my thighs.I began to cry again, begging Edward to let me have a pretty swimsuit to wear. He put his fingers to my lips and told me to hush. He has had enough. He told me what he expects from me now, and I will not be displaying myself in public in such a manner.“Charlotte, I do think you need an attitude adjustment this evening. I know you do not want me to spank you here, but I think we need to immediately take a drive. Your luggage is packed except for toiletries, so let us go,” Edward tells me in an even tone.He took me by the wrists like a naughty child and walked me down the hall. In the living room, he told my parents in a cheerful voice, that we were going out for a bit to get some air after packing. They just smiled at us and told us to have a good time.Now I knew, in the end, I would enjoy what was going to happen, but at that moment feeling like Edward’s bad little girl being led Kurtköy escort to be spanked I just cringed.At the car, he belted me in my seat before going to the driver seat and starting the car. He drove to that place by the lake where he had taught me, and then gave me my engagement ring, but this time when he came and opened my door and told me to get in the back seat, I know I would not be learning to suck his cock, rather I would be over his lap having my bottom blistered.I knew I deserved it, I had stepped out of line from what was outlined for my life to be, but couldn’t Edward let me have anything a little sexy besides the underwear he only sees?He walked to the driver’s side back door and climbed in, he slid to the center of the seat, placing each leg on either side of the hump and told me to lie across his lap. As I assumed my position for punishment, he took something from his pocket, opened it and laid it on the seat for me to stare at. It was a small ‘travel’ leather paddle. When had he gotten that? It folded over to be the size of a wallet so to fit easily inside a pocket and be ready if punishment would be needed when we were out. I wince at the thought that he has prepared for needing to spank me when we were out somewhere. He would not do this in front of anyone, would he?I found myself cowering at the thought as he lifted my dress to my waist, lowered my panties to my knees, and even unhooked my garters in the back and tossed them up on my back out of the way.I trembled at what was to come.“Charlotte,” Edward started, “You were warned once tonight about acting like a spoiled child, and then you persisted in continuing to act so. I realize now, going forward you should not get a warning, rather spanked immediately when you act up. So now you are going to be spanked doubly for misbehaving twice to make you realize how you must behave.”He continued as he started to rub my ass cheeks with his hand, “Your spoiledness is your greatest downfall, and we will work that out of you quickly Maltepe escort bayan if you have to be spanked several times a day even. I cannot condone such behavior in my wife. As added punishment, the first day of our honeymoon when we would have been at the pool for a couple of hours, you will spend the time standing in the corner”I started crying hard at that, even in that horrible bathing suit I love to be in the water and lying in the sun. To be deprived of that for even one day will be a much greater punishment than the spanking I am about to receive.And then Edward started. The windows of the car had started to steam up as they were closed, there were no other cars nearby, so it did not matter how much I screamed and thrashed around as spank after spank rained down on me.Back and forth over both cheeks timing each spank for the optimum sting as I began to cry by the fifth spank. I was not enjoying this at all, I did feel like the bad little girl who acted up and needed to be spanked.Edward did not let up. Back and forth over both cheeks at least a hundred times before he began the repeated hand spanking on each cheek about ten to twenty times before moving to the other. My ass was burning from the punishment, tears are flowing down my face and I am kicking my legs at each spank.“Charlotte lift your ass up,” Edward tells me.I do as I was told and now must bend my knees under me some to do so. And I soon realize why he has made me do this. My knees in this position to keep my ass up in the air did not let me flail my legs anymore. The sting of each spank hurt even more. He gave me a hundred more in different sequences with his hand before he rubbed my ass some and then picked up the new paddle.He just rubbed it around and around my sore burning ass cheeks for a minute or two, and then unexpectedly the first spank with it landed on my right cheek, followed close behind by one on my left. And it began again, but with more sting from the leather. I cried and cried as I told Edward I would be a good girl, a good wife. But he kept going. I felt like my ass was raw and I began to beg him to please stop, I was so sorry about how I behaved.It had to be well over one-hundred additional spanks with the leather paddle I received. Some now landing on my upper thighs above my thigh-high stocking making me winch at this new source of pain.