Birthday Bride by Marie Pinkerton Page A

was paid to the tender area between my buttocks
and thighs, and I doubted I’d be able to sit down all day.
    I
was about to use my safe word when Mark stopped, flipped me over, and held me
tight.  He stroked my hair with one hand, and my rear with the other.
    “Can
we make love now?” My voice rasped.
    “No.” 
I nudged his rather large erection with my hip.  “Yeah, I know.  Self-discipline. 
Come to my place after work, and you can come.”
    I
closed my eyes and sighed.  “I hate you.”
    He
gave me a quick kiss on the lips.  “Right back at ya.”
     
    *****
     
    “You
look well loved,” Jackie said as I finally made it into the office, 15 minutes
late.
    I
blushed, and slipped into the chair in her office without thinking.  Youch!  “I’m
sorry, Jackie, for abandoning you during your weekend bachelorette party.”
    She
waved a hand in forgiveness.  “No worries.  I was expecting the weekend to be
crazy.  That’s why I did it a week before my wedding.”
    “Still,
I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t
be!  You’re married!  Be happy!”
    I
smiled at her, and went next door to my office.  I wasn’t sure I was happy.  The
last spanking had left me more sexually frustrated than I had been in 29 years
of celibacy.  I wanted Mark, badly.  The spanking had left his–and my, to be
honest–desired impression, as I couldn’t sit down without squirming.  I liked
it.  A lot.  Enough so it was difficult to concentrate on the college
applications in front of me.
    A
tentative knock sounded at my door, and I looked up as Glennys entered.  I wasn’t
sure whether to glare at her or thank her.
    “I’m
sorry,” she said right away.  “I shouldn’t have gotten you married without your
knowledge.  You’re paying the price for my actions, and I’m sorry.”  She
lowered herself gingerly into my visitor’s chair.  “I’m paying too,” she
muttered under her breath.
    I
hid a smile in my hand.  I had a feeling of what price she paid, and my butt
tingled in shared misery.
    “Anyway,
here are the documents to fill out to get a divorce or annulment.  I don’t know
which you prefer, so I wanted to get you both.  Since I took the liberty of
getting you married, I took the liberty of filling out the documents for you.  All
you and Mark have to do is sign.”  She shifted uncomfortably in her chair.  “Knowing,
this time, what you’re signing.”
    I
still didn’t know what to say to her.  Thank you for giving me great sex and
spankings?  How dare you get me spanked?  Glennys apologized again, and left,
without me saying a word.
    How
could I have known what to say to her when I hadn’t even decided what I wanted
to do?  On one hand, I had filled-out divorce papers sitting on the corner of
my desk.  On the other–well, I had where Mark’s hand had met my bottom.
    We
were both of a like mind, and really clicked well.  He liked giving spankings,
and I liked receiving them.  For spankings, we were both each other’s first–he had
sex previously, but not since returning stateside.  He wanted to be a One Woman
Man.  I wanted that, too.
    He
didn’t want to hurt me, and I didn’t want to be hurt.  Our limits were about
the same, and we were both open to experimenting safely.  I didn’t like the
concept of punishment spankings, and Mark wasn’t a fan of giving them.  Joking
ones, though, like from when I tickled his foot, were totally okay.  Other than
this morning–I squeezed my thighs together thinking of it–we planned on having
the spanking be foreplay, and not the fulfillment of the... act.
    However,
we didn’t know much of each other past our kink.  I didn’t know his favorite
color, and why he chose to join the military.  Heck, I didn’t know if he wanted
to be deployed again.  Did I want to be married to someone who could go away
for so long?
    The
day ended up passing by quickly.  We had taken a half-day off on Friday to
drive to Vegas, and getting through my backlog