Having no experience of arranging a marriage and a very excited MIL who wanted to take over it seemed easier to let her make some of the arrangements. To my surprise she even teamed up with my mum to work out table plans, menus etc. John had organised the venue and the church was arranged through his mother. It kept me busy in the week as Linda (MIL) always popped around in the afternoon to update me.
I was always try to keep the house in order by cleaning, washing, ironing and some of the gardening. John banned me from cutting grass, he deems this mans work.
John does has a habit of pointing out problems but said I was learning and by the time we would be married I would be a proper house wife in his eyes. He said if he didn't point things out I wouldn't know. I suppose that makes sense.
I felt in a whirlwind as everyone around me made arrangements for my special day. John had also told me not to cut my hair as he wanted it long. MIL had started to arrange to have my nails done every week by her friends neice but I didn't really like. She came around and tutted at the state of my bitten nails and spent a good hour and half filing and paint them much to MIL and even my own mothers delight. I think they thought I loved all this attention but I didn't really.
John had started to work late at night and they had food bought into the office so for a few nights I didn't have to cook for him. He turned into a sort of animal, only requiring sex, sleep and breakfast. He would come in when I was in bed, strip off, clothes dumped and jump into bed. He would raise my nightdress and make love to me and then fall asleep.
I got annoyed after a while and texted him at work explaining how I felt. To my suprise he came home shortly after with a lovely bunch of flowers. It sort of went some way to apologise. The lunch after was nice. We talked loads just like we did when we first met. He told me how much he loved me and how excited he was that I would soon be his wife and share his name, his home..everything.
I was now accepting my role as houswife and John had sort of built up the role. I looked forward to his return, I even had started to take pride in washing and ironing his clothes. Until that was my was judgement slipped. It was a Tuesday from memory, everything was done, the MIL had gone away that day with a friend and I was bored, hormonal and a bit excited. I started surfing the net and well came across some soft porn and this was how it started. I got excited by it, more than I should. Well this went of for some days, and I ended up spending 3 to 4 hours a day on the net. I even started to drink a glass or two of wine with my surfing sessions and although I felt guilty I had an urge to view more. Yes it is very preditable what happened next I got caught. Monday afternoon and I was sitting at the computer in just my tights and slip, something I often did at night as John liked it. I was so ingrossed in a movie I was watching I had no idea John had pulled up and come into the house. I didn't even hear the door. And there he was behind me. I froze. I really didn't know what to say.
He didn't go mad, he didn't shout. He was very disappointed though. He thought I was this innoncent girl who he had cherished and nutured. I explained it was my fault and that I was wrong and I was under stress because of the wedding. The wedding bit didn't work because all the arrangements were made by my and his mother. He felt that I had too much free time and I had not taken on the role of housewife properly, just played at the job. Well the talking went on and on and tears were shed by me and for the first real time I realised how much I want this marriage, how much I want him and how much I now understand my role and his role. He wants me to show my vulnerability, he wants me to let go. He also said he blamed himself for not giving me enough responsibilities but said he would fix this. In conclusion the only conclusion was something I had been dreading a spanking. I had agreed to this and he said he would spank me the following evening.
Those 24 hours dragged on. All I could think of was my punishment but I knew I deserved it. I seemed to watch the clock all day. Eventually he came in. He kissed me and told me to go to the bedroom. He followed shortly with a kitchen chair. He placed the kitchen chair in the middle of the room and told me to go over his lap. I did this without hesitation and lowered by body onto this. My hands were resting on the carpet and I waiting for the next move. It seemed like ages passed and then I felt him lifting my dress up. I was also wearing 60 denier tights and wondered if he would lower this. He talked at me first, well I say talked, I didn't really answer, he just gave the reasons for his spanking and then he started to smack my bottom. After the first few I felt the stingy pain and felt mye eyes go watery. He then lowered my tights and my panties. I felt really exposed by now but was more bothered about the spanking. He spanked again, usually changing between my two bottom cheeks.. I tried to use my hand to protect my bottom but he moved it away. On it went until suddenly he stopped. He told me to stand up and my dress dropped down, my tights and panties still in the wrong place. I sat on his knee and he hugged me. I remember that hug, it felt lovely. Suddenly everything felt okay again. This was certaintly one way to sort problems out. No rows or sulks (well from him anyway). I knew I had corner time as we had discussed this. I move to corner of the bedroom and sat there with my bottom on fire. He left the room but I didn't want to get up, I wanted to complete my punishment and make him proud. It seemed forever but he came back after 15 minutes and I composed myself. Thinking that was all over I was mistaken. Grounded! I was sent to bed after tea and grounded for the next week which meant cancelling a night out with my friend. I didn't say the reason why.
Well, lesson learnt I suppose and it did teach me, I have never been on dodgy sites since. Not actually possible though, John in his wisdom but a block on certain sites.
So what did I feel after my spanking, apart from the pain? Well actually very loved, very cared for and I really really loved our cuddle after. I also felt like I was at school, even though we were never smacked at school the feeling was one of having very few responsibilties, but the ones you do have are punishable. Whilst I really hoped that would be something I would not repeat deep down I knew I would end up over his lap again.
