‘The Wedding Gift’ : Fantastic F/M Spanking Story

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Looking back I should have seen this coming, the slight little smiles that were exchanged between Ann and her mother Mellissa, the way her dad always did what Mellissa “suggested”. The little off handed comments Ann’s mother would make as they talked amongst themselves. Of course, I am not sure how I missed the biggest sign of all, when Ann’s mother swatted me on the bottom one evening after I flew off the handle when my football team lost the big game. She came up and whispered in my ear “David, I hope after the wedding you don’t think you can act this way because neither Ann nor I will tolerate this type of behavior out of you” and then she gave me a good hard slap on my bottom. I was a bit shocked and taken back and honestly I was embarrassed not only because she did it in front of Ann but she also did it in front of my parents. I noticed as she walked away she gave Ann a quick wink and Ann simply nodded her head and shot a quick little smile back.  


Well that was just the beginning of a long journey, a journey that often leads me across my young brides lap for a good sound spanking. But I am getting ahead of myself; here is the rest of the story. 


The day of the wedding finally came, there was so much activity going on, people were coming and going all morning. Around noon people started to make their way to the church for our two O’clock wedding. 

I was still trying to work off the effects of my bachelor party from the previous night which probably got a bit out of control. Unfortunately, someone clued Ann into some of the details of the party and I could tell that she was not happy with what she heard, but that’s another story for another time. 


Anyway the wedding went off perfectly, everyone was in their place at the right time, no one forgot anything and most importantly I did not mess up my vows. The festivities afterwards were fun and lively and everyone had a great time, after a few hours of eating, dancing and the cutting of the cake we still had to open the wedding gifts. By this time I was getting a bit anxious to get going because we had an early flight to Rome the next morning. As I looked over at the large overflowing table of gifts I thought to myself “this is going to take forever” and that’s when I first saw it.

It was just a little package maybe 8 or 9 inches long, I noticed it was an odd shape for a wedding gift. The wrapping paper was pretty simple, an off colored pink with a small red bow tied around it. It stood out from the other gifts that were brightly colored and ornately decorated with big colorful ribbons and bows. Among the other gifts it looked plain and boring. I noticed a small tag that read “Ann, make sure to make good use of this”.  Ann came over and asked me if I was ready to open the gifts, I said “yes” but honestly all I wanted to do was to leave. As we moved over to the table I saw Ann pick up the little pink package and set it aside.  It seemed like an eternity before we were finished opening all the gifts. Finally everything was opened except that funny little package. I bent over and quietly said “I think we forgot one” and I pointed over to the small package, she simply looked at me and in an assertive voice said “you don’t need to worry about that one, at least not now.” I thought that was kind of a strange reply but I wanted to go so I shrugged my shoulders and let it go.

When we landed in Rome we made our way to the charming hotel Fontana which overlooks the famed Trevi Fountain. The hotel was originally built in the 13th century as a monastery but was converted to a hotel in the late 1700’s. As we entered our room and looked out the window we had a breathtaking view of the Trevi Fountain built by the Romans in 19 BC as the terminal point of the Acqua Vergine aqueducts.  I spent a few minutes gazing at the fountain and watching the people while Ann began to unpack. When I turned around I noticed the little pink package was sitting on the night stand near Ann’s side of the bed. Remembering Ann’s reaction from the previous times I asked about the package I decided not to say anything about it. The next day we woke up and went sightseeing, we spent the morning walking around the square looking through the shops and taking pictures of the fountain. Around noon I noticed black clouds forming in the distance, I mentioned to Ann I thought it was going to rain so I suggested we find a nice little café to have lunch. She thought it was a wonderful idea and we chose a little café across from the Fountain, the café had a nice covered porch where we enjoyed a pleasant lunch. Just as we finished eating it started to rain, not a light sprinkle but a heavy soaking rain, little did I know that my life was about to change because of that soaking rain.  Ann mentioned it would be a good idea if I bought an umbrella from the little shop across the square. As I looked across the square I noticed the water was already pooling in front of the fountain and the few remaining people who were trying to find shelter were already drenched.  I replied to Ann “we should just wait out the storm in the café as there was no need to rush plus I don’t feel like getting soaked in this heavy rain.”

Ann just stared at me and very firmly said, “I suggest you go out now and buy an umbrella.” I had heard Ann’s mother Mellissa use a similar tone with her husband before. I noticed that he always did what she suggested without being asked twice when she used that tone of voice. I always thought he was kind of brow beaten, I told myself I would never let Ann boss me around like that. That’s when I made my first mistake of many that day, I simply said “no, I am not going to go across the square and get soaking wet just to buy us a dumb umbrella.” Looking back on it now I wish I had simply done what she suggested, but I was going to make plenty of more mistakes before the end of the day. Ann looked up at me and gave me a very formidable look and said “David, I told you to go and buy us an umbrella, when I tell you something I expect you to do it without question do you understand me?” I was taken aback by her tone of voice and her stern look which she gave me, but something told me I should just get the umbrella because it was not worth starting a fight over.  As I grudgingly got up she said “you better change your attitude young man and do so right now,” as I walked away she called out and said “make sure you bring back a blue umbrella.” When I arrived at the small shop I was already soaked, so I grabbed the first umbrella I saw, that was my second mistake of the day.  As I ran back to the café I was completely drenched and I was not in a very good mood. As I walked back to our table I saw Ann sitting back in her chair with her arms folded across her chest, she did not look very happy. “Here” I said somewhat obnoxiously as I held out the umbrella, she asked “what is that?” I replied “it’s an umbrella.” She responded with “that is not what I told you to get, I told you to buy a blue umbrella not a red one.” I then made the third mistake of the day, I replied with a nasty attitude “it doesn’t matter what color the umbrella is, just be happy I ran through this downpour and bought you this dumb umbrella in the first place.” She shot me a look I had never seen before and with a very harsh tone simply said “David, you go back and get me a blue umbrella like I told you to.”  I then made the fourth mistake of the day, I replied “No, either you use this one or you can run out yourself and get your own blue umbrella.” The next thing I knew Ann stood up and grabbed my ear and said “I think it’s time you find out what is in the package that that you keep asking me about”. With that she proceeded to lead me out of the café pulling my ear the entire way. 

Ann did not say another word until we returned to the hotel room, as soon as we entered the room she pointed to a corner by the bed and said “young man you go stand in that corner right now, and you better not move from the corner or even look around.” That is when I made my fifth and final mistake of the day, I looked straight at her and said “you’re crazy, I’m not going to stand in the corner; do you think I am a child?”  Ann very coolly looked at me and said very firmly “get in that corner now, if you are going to act like a child then you will be treated like a child,” pulling my ear she led me to the corner and said “you better not move from this corner.”  When she returned she was wearing a simple black skirt with a white button blouse. She walked over to night stand and picked up the little pink package that was sitting there; she then sat down at the end of the bed. She told me to come over to her and as I was making my way to her she said “now you are about to find out what is in this package that you have been so curious about.”

When I stopped in front of her she directed me to her left side and unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants, she took hold of both my pants and shorts and started to pull them down. I reached for my pants to keep her from pulling them down and she gave me a forbidding look so I let go and she finished pulling them down. As I stood there in front of Ann with my pants and shorts laying at my feet she slowly picked up the package and turned it over in her hand. She looked me directly in the eyes and said “David, you are about to discover our family secret to a happy and successful marriage.” She then pulled the red bow off the package. Holding up the bow she said “David, you will never again question me or tell me you will not do something. I expect you to be obedient and to do what I ask the first time, do you understand me honey?” I just looked at her and did not say a word at which point she tore the wrapping off and revealed an old wooden hair brush. It was well worn and a bit dirty from many years of use; the wooden handle showed its age, there were nicks and scratches all around the edges of the bush. What caught my attention however, was the shiny patina on the back of the brush; it looked as if someone had rubbed their hand over the back of the brush for years. I also noticed the bristles were not as well used as rest of the brush was.   Looking at me, she slowly turned the brush over and over in her hand. Then she pointed the brush at me and said “honey you and this brush are going to become very well acquainted, unfortunately I don’t think you are going to like this brush as much as I will.  You see this brush has been in our family for the past three generations. It is what keeps our marriages strong and as you can see we don’t use it to brush hair.  We use this brush to spank our naughty husbands. Since you are the newest husband in our happy family your naughty bottom gets to be the next one to be introduced to this bush in a personal and intimate way. “ 

I could not believe what I was hearing, I was so dumbfounded that I completely missed what she said next “David, it’s time for your first spanking.” As she reached out for my left arm I took a small step backwards. She immediately took the brush and smacked me on my mid-thigh. The sting was incredible and all I could do was yell out “hey that hurts,” to which she replied “yes indeed it does.” She then reached for my arm again and pulled me towards her. This time I did not step back but I let her pull me across her lap. With my hands on the floor I steadied myself, I could not believe what was about to happen, was Ann really going to spank me? I looked back at Ann as she was rubbing the hair brush across my bottom.  She then said “I want you to know this is going to hurt a lot, but I expect you to keep your position and not to wiggle around. I expect you to take your spanking like a naughty boy should, you will learn to obey me and do as I say, do you understand?” She then brought the hair brush as high as she could and brought it down with all her force on my bare white bottom. The first thing I was aware of was a very loud sound of the wood hitting my bottom. Then I felt a terrible stinging where the brush had landed, as the sting was building up she brought another blow down and it landed on the same spot. The stinging gave way to a burning sensation and the pain of the two swats started to spread across my bottom. She then gave me another three quick swats with the brush which all landed in the same spot. I could not believe how much that old hair brush hurt. I tried to move and slide off her lap but she grabbed my waist with her free hand and pulled me tight against her. She then reached over and laid a series of swats on my mid-thigh were she had hit it before. The burning and stinging from the blows of the hairbrush were incredibly painful. As she laid each swat on my thigh she said, “you will learn to stay in position when you are being punished, every time you wiggle or try to move off my lap you will have your thighs spanked” and with that said she proceeded to give me another 10 swats on the thighs. When she was done spanking my thighs she returned to my bottom and continued to spank my bottom. She alternated from cheek to cheek allowing just enough time between swats for the stinging from the previous swat to reach it climate before she hit it again. 

After a few minutes she stopped and I was relieved thinking the spanking was over, but she said “we have to take care of you attitude this afternoon and your direct disobedience. I counted five separate times where you either challenged me or outright told me no. You need to understand that you do not have the option of saying no. Maybe a few more minutes of this spanking will help you learn this lesson, how about I give you 10 swats for each incident.” Fifty, how in the world am I going to be able to take fifty? My bottom already feels as though it is on fire. She then started to administer the additional swats. I began to cry out “I’m sorry honey,” “I will never disobey you again,” “please stop,” “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” She replied “now that’s more like it” and then laid on another ten swats on each cheek. By the time she stopped my bottom was on fire, every time I moved I could feel the stinging from my spanking. She helped me up and motioned for me to sit on the bed next to her. She hugged me and said “David, I love you very much and I know we are going to have a long and happy marriage. You took your first spanking very well let’s hope I won’t have to do this too often.” She had me stand up and as she was pulling up my pants she said “I suggest you go out and buy me that blue umbrella,” this time all I said was “yes Ma’am.” I thought about Ann’s father as I walked through the soaking rain, as I opened the blue umbrella I remembered how I said I was not going to let Ann boss me around like that. 

The next day Ann took my picture as I stood by Trevi Fountain holding the blue umbrella. People were looking at me kind of strangely because it was a beautiful sunny day and here I was standing under an open umbrella. That picture hangs on my office wall as a reminder of what will happen if I don’t behave. By the way if you look closely at the picture you will see sitting on the fountain wall a well used wooden hair brush.

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