It’s official. I’ve lost my mind. Not only have I signed up to blog every day this month in the Spanking A to Z blog hop, but as I was contemplating what I’d be blogging about, I came up with this crazy idea that I’m having a lot of fun with. I just hope you all enjoy it too.
In case you missed my A=Angry at the Airport short yesterday, you need to know that I’ve challenged myself to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet. The catch is every single sentence must have a least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter. Take my word for it. This is considerably harder than one would think at first blush, but now that I’ve gotten started and have the stories plotted, I’m having so much fun. I feel the need to apologize to my Passion Series fans, though, since I’m spending my writing time on this instead of tracking down and dealing with Jake in Protecting it All. Forgive me!
Without further adieu, I present B=The Bratty Bride.  A huge shout out to Bruce Stern for agreeing to edit my posts for me this month. I also have an announcement at the end of today’s story for those of you who stick with me to the end.
 B is for The Bratty Bride
Brad never thought he’d be angry with his bride only hours after the beginning of their marriage. But as he watched the love of his life knocking back shots at the bar with several burly friends, his blood started boiling.
Brian, his brother, stood next to him. “Bet you didn’t think you’d have to bust her butt this soon.”
Brian was one of the few who knew how Brad planned to take his beautiful, but naughty, wife in hand.
“Tonight will be a night to remember. Our first fuck as a married couple and her first butt-buster punishment courtesy of a hair brush and my belt.”
“Boy, I’d pay to watch that one.”
“Based on the look Mom gave me when Bridget berated the bellman when we checked into the hotel, she may beat you to the front row seat.”
“Yeah, Dad says he can’t believe you are babying her so much when all she does is bite everyone’s head off.”
Brad balled his fists in frustration at his family’s observations. He believed they meant well. Still, he knew he had to break his new wife of her bratty habits before she turned into a full-out spoiled bitch.
By eleven, the ballroom was thinning out while his beautiful bride boogied her bodacious booty with her best friends on the dance floor, oblivious to the emanate danger said booty was in as soon as they got to their bridal suite. His balls tightened at the thought of disciplining his naughty bride on their wedding night just before sinking his cock into her tight body.
Brad made his way to her band of friends, breaking through the line of dancers to pull Bridget into his arms. His voice bellowed to be heard over the band playing a bad cover of Boston’s Rock N Roll Band. “Time to head up to bed, baby.”
“But Bradley, I’m not ready to leave yet.” He hated the way her words slurred as she tried to focus her alcohol-blurred vision on her bridegroom.
Brad wrapped his arm around her body, pulling her close and moving her off the dance floor. She buried her bare feet into the carpet to try to delay, but he’d have none of it. They paused to relay their good-byes to the remaining guests while Bridget brushed her body against his in a brazen display of horniness.
By the time they were in their suite, Bridget was wilting. He considered waiting until morning, but knew he needed to begin their marriage on the right foot. He pulled her against his chest, brushing her cheek as he lost himself in the brown eyes he loved so much.
Brad hardened his heart and grasped her long blonde hair, angling her face so she couldn’t back away. “I warned you not to drink too many alcoholic beverages tonight, baby. You were barking orders and acting like a bratty bitch most of the night. That’s not how the new Mrs. Breckenridge is supposed to behave.”
Her eyes bore into his, angry at first, but filling with apprehension as she held so still, not even daring to blink.   “But, it was my wedding night.”
“Yes, and it’s mine too, baby. Remember what we agreed to before we planned the wedding? Who is the head of our brand new household?”
She blushed, but answered, “You are, but…”
“No but, baby. Didn’t you believe me when we agreed before our wedding to our rules and consequences?”
Her voice broke with emotion as she replied with a whisper. “I believed you, but…” Bridget’s voice trailed away, but the look in her eyes told him she’d been testing him.
Brad exhaled a relieved breath, understanding that either consciously or subconsciously; his bride had put this punishment into motion. He needed to blister her bottom.
“Baby, you broke almost every rule, so tonight your butt will be introduced to the wooden hair brush right before I belt your bottom until I believe you really do understand.”
“But… oh, god…”
Brad wasted no more time. He unzipped her bridal gown with one hand while his other pinched his wife’s breast through her bridal lingerie. Between her sexual excitement and her husband’s promise of a stern punishment, her breaths quickened.   Her gown fell to the beige carpet as he pulled her towards the king bed.
“Keep the bra, stockings and heels on, but lose the panties. I want your bottom bare.”
His bride who had been nothing but boorish most of the night was surprisingly pliant as she bared her ass. All it took was a brush against her back to have her bent across the end of the big bed, her bottom pushed out at attention. Brad couldn’t be more surprised by his wife’s easy acceptance of his new control.
He grabbed the paddle hair brush he bought with this exact purpose in mind. Next, he reached for his buckle, slipping his belt through the tuxedo pant loops, placing it right before his wife’s face so she could see what lay ahead. He caught her sharp intake of breath as he rubbed her buttocks tenderly.
He began her first lesson strong and steady, bringing the large brush down into the center of each butt cheek with a bold thud. It only took a few hard connections to bring a blush to Bridget’s bobbing bottom.   She tried to bolt upright to escape, but he held her down by pressing the base of her bare back. Her arched back pushed her wiggling butt up higher.
Brad felt his own cock growing tight in his boxer briefs as he took his wife in hand. The stress building up to their big day had brought out the brattiness in Bridget. Perhaps he should have busted her butt weeks ago, but he had wanted to wait until they were married.
The wood of the brush connected over and over, bringing her bottom to a rosy red, matching her tear stained cheeks. By the time he had laid down one-hundred steady brushstrokes, his bride was begging him to stop.
“Please, Brad. I’ll be a good girl,” she bawled.
“Baby, I know you will be, because the alternative is to walk around with a blistered butt all the time.” He paused long enough to lay the brush on the bedspread and pick up the wide leather belt his father gave him as a wedding gift. It had come with his father’s advice to apply it regularly to his bride’s bottom for a well-balanced home and marriage.
He was so proud of Bridget. He had worried she would balk at following through with domestic discipline.   Her butt bounced around as leather connected with flesh leaving a beautiful glow in its wake. Her begging for him to stop ended, replaced with forlorn sobs bordering on blubbering. Her tears tugged at his heartstrings, yet the glistening wetness of her pussy bore the signs of her arousal.
Brad threw down the belt after ten lashes. He saw evidence of slight bruising. His wayward bride may have been bratty, but she certainly hadn’t earned a belting that severe… yet. What she had earned was her husband’s cock buried deep in her body.
Divesting himself of his bridegroom clothing, Brad stood naked, stroking his cock slowly to savor the view of Bridget dripping, ready for him without so much as a touch to her nub. He gently brushed her warm skin to comfort her.
When her tears turned to moans of pleasure, Brad lifted her knees to the bed, lifting her higher and spreading her wide. She balled her fists against the bedspread, preparing to be taken.
Brad’s swift insertion linked the now married couple in the most intimate way.   He expected their first time as a married couple would be slow lovemaking, but this was anything but. He grabbed her hips, pulling her body back hard against him as he thrust forward again and again, each insertion deeper in the core of her body. His wife came unglued beneath him.
“Oh my god, that’s it, baby. Ride me! Bury yourself deep inside me so I can come!”
He felt her core contracting around him as she let the bliss of her first orgasm as a married woman claim her.   Her shuddering cry of his name had Brad following closely behind her as he shot his bounteous load of white cum inside Bridget’s body.
Only after his cock deflated did he begin to stir. He had her stay while he went to the bathroom, bringing back a warm washcloth to wipe his bride clean before sweeping her into his arms to relocate them under the covers for their much-needed rest.
Just before he dozed off, his wife in his arms, Bradley heard Bridget’s adorable words. “I’m sorry I was a brat these last few weeks, but if being bratty gets me tonight’s treatment, you’d better beware.”
He chuckled, pulling her closer to his bare chest. “Baby, you don’t have to be a brat to be taken in hand. I promise to attend to this beautiful bottom every day for the rest of our lives.”
*****
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