This is my first serious attempt at writing a story. Please let me know what you think of it. I hope this doesn't offend anyone; it isn't meant to.
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I live in a kingdom where even today, women are granted almost no freedom. They still have to live their lives in the shadows of the decisions made by the males in their family. Very few women have any kind of liberty or sexual exposure, and even the mere mention of sexual contact with one other than the husband is considered to be a heinous crime. The punishments for transgressions are only matched by the so called shame the family has to bear if a woman in their house is caught indulging in such practices. Personally, I am both progressive and conflicted. Progressive, because I believe that women should be free and even the ones that are to be persecuted should be given a second chance. And conflicted, because punishing beautiful women is something I crave in an almost inexplicable fashion.
My name is Jeremy, and I'm 27 years old. I was responsible for the management of my family's massive business in my city. Needless to say, I have more money, cars and houses than I can use. My family has a very good reputation in society. I have been an eligible bachelor for a while now. However, I was waiting for the 'right' girl. I spread the word around that I didn't care about a girl's past, if the other family involved was discreet about it. I would happily marry a girl like that, and wouldn't bother any authorities about her so called sins. I had only one condition, and that was that for the first year after our wedding, she would not be allowed to meet anyone without my permission. Guys here generally have many more demands than that, and I knew that this one would be accepted without the batting of an eyelid.
Very soon, I had fathers and brothers communicating to me in the most covert fashion, asking me if I would accept their daughter in marriage. They feared the backlash from society or persecution by the government if word ever got out about what their little girls were upto. And that is how I eventually met Natasha's father. She looked stunning in her photograph, and after just one meeting, I arranged our wedding as soon as possible. I informed them of my condition, and it was met without question. My whole family came down for the wedding, to see my radiant bride. And before I knew it, all the festivities were over and it was time for my first night with Natasha.
Natasha was 21, but her body said otherwise. She was taller than most women even without heels. Her long, black hair curled around her beautiful face and gorgeous eyes. Her breasts were large and perky, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on those soft, succulent globes of flesh. Her hips flared around her slim waste, tracing their way back towards her delicious ass. I couldn't wait to spread those creamy thighs and see what treasures her pussy held.
As I walked into our room and made my way towards her bed, Natasha looked me in eye, not a hint of coyness or embarrassment on her face. I wanted to have the upper hand from the beginning in order to train her well, and decided it was best to throw her off her guard.
"Natasha, I don't think I have seen a girl as beautiful as you. I can't help but wonder, what was your family so afraid about?"
Immediately her gaze fell. I could tell she hadn't wanted me to ask her that, and had tried to mesmerise me with her boldness.
"It was nothing worth risking tonight about. We were afraid for no reason. But let's not dwell not dwell on that. Tonight, Sire, is all about me pleasing you."
I insisted, however, and gave her no choice but to reply. She looked increasingly more embarrassed, her face flushed and tears welled in her eyes.
"Actually, Sire, I had discovered how to masturbate, and was caught more than once pleasuring myself. I ruptured my hymen during one session and that's when things got complicated."
"Really? I can't believe it. I need to see it for myself. I want you to take your clothes off and masturbate for me. Until I see it for myself, I shall not consummate this marriage."
Natasha was embarrassed at first, but now she was positively shocked. She looked at me with a mixture of fear and disbelief, but as I held my ground, she slowly began to undress. This time, she couldn't even look at my feet.
"Hurry up, slut," I barked.
She began taking her wedding clothes off a little faster, but with a solitary tear rolling down her cheek. She had never in her wildest dreams expected this. Eventually, she peeled of her ornate bra and panties, revealing herself fully to me for the first time. I held both her ankles and spread her legs apart, only to be enchanted by her pussy. She was shaved clean, just the way I like it. Her soft, inner lips surrounded her pink opening. I could see her clitoris just peeking out from beneath its hood. And to my surprise, I could smell the faintest dew of arousal from her spread cunt.
"Come on, lets see you play with yourself. And keep your legs spread."
Reluctantly, she brought her right hand down and feebly massaged her opening. I couldn't recall seeing anyone this uncomfortable before. However, slowly but surely, her hand began moving a little deeper. She began breathing deeply. Her strokes became a little stronger, and her pretty pussy started getting a lot wetter. She closed her eyes, and her left hand reached over her clitoris, gently massaging it, teasing it, coercing it to come out of its cover. Her hips began pulsing with the movements of her fingers, and the softest of moans escaped her throat. Her legs spread even wider of their own accord, giving my a glimpse of the moist, tender inside of her pussy. She put one finger in, then another. Her speed kept increasing, and soon her hips were thrusting forward to meet every movement of her fingers. Her moans were dripping with soft satisfaction, and slowly they turned into shrieks of unbridled pleasure. She was truly in the zone now. Her pussy lifted off the bed, as she fingered and rubbed herself furiously, becoming delirious with pleasure. I knew she was on the brink, and I leaned forward and grabbed both her nipples with my fingertips. I gently kneaded and massaged them, twisting and turning, and before I knew it, Natasha exploded in a shattering orgasm.
She took more than a minute to catch her breath after that. Eventually she looked at me, not knowing if I was happy or not with her little show.
"Very well done, Natasha. I'm glad to see you enjoy yourself. However, you had your orgasm without asking me for permission, and for that, I must take strict action."
Natasha looked at me, confused and fearful again. She sat up it the bed, her nipples rock hard. "But Sire, I had no idea I must seek permission for the same. I was merely complying with what you had instructed me to do."
"Yes, I can understand that. However, the fact remains that you orgasmed without the permission of your husband. And even though you had no idea, for that, you must be punished. Now, turn around, and put your tits on the bed. Spread your legs as wide as you can. Arch your back, and get your knees as close to your breasts as possible. I want your ass sticking out in the air. Get into position immediately."
