"God, I can't believe he's marrying."
"She's not normally this bad."
"Yeah, but right now she's being completely bat-shit crazy... I don't care how good an ass she has, no ass is worth that!"
The mutters of his friends followed him out the door of the restaurant and into the hotel hallway as Nathan stumbled after his soon-to-be wife Brooke. His face was burning red with humiliation and frustration... he could feel the anger rising deep in his chest as he watched her ass bouncing in front of him as she strutted down the hall towards their room. She was wearing his favorite skirt, the one that hugged her cheeks tightly so that he could see every muscle twitch as she moved.
'You're just playing into her hands,' he told himself. 'She wants you to be upset.'
Nathan knew why Brooke had humiliated in front of their entire family and closest friends, why she'd screamed at him during their rehearsal dinner the night before their wedding. Brooke was horny and tired of waiting... he, the groom, liked to be more traditional and conservative and had wanted to spend the last three months of their engagement celibate. Brooke, although completely bound to tradition and extremely conservative in front of their friends, had not been pleased, when he told her he didn't want to involve himself in foreplay either, which meant no spankings for her. And Brooke had a desperate need to be spanked.
From that moment, Brooke had turned into a complete bridezilla; driving not only him, but everyone who knew them crazy. And when he protested, when he tried to talk calmly about her insane behavior, she would just look at him with those smoky green eyes, and say in her most sultry voice, "I'm never going to learn better if no one punishes me."
Even though he knew that she would behave if he would just spank her, he also knew that he couldn't do that without succumbing to his own desires. Brooke's fetish had woken a dark lust in him that he'd never known existed in himself. He loved to spank her, to watch her ass redden and flex beneath his hand, the sound of her moans and watching her body writhe as he brutalized her bottom. But he didn't have the willpower to spank her without fucking her, so instead he'd resisted spanking her for the past three months.
Brooke had not taken it well. His resistance pushed her to act out further and further in an attempt to make him punish her. Everyone assumed it was the stress of the wedding, that she'd just become a bridezilla in the worst sense of the word... only Nathan knew that she was doing it to drive him into becoming so frustrated that he would give in to spanking her. But he had known that the worser punishment was to deny her the beating she so desired.
Now though... he almost saw through a red haze as Brooke stormed into their room in front of him. She wanted it so bad... he was going to give it to her, and make her regret not waiting. Make her regret forcing his hand, so to speak.
Angrily, he strode into the room behind her, slamming and locking the door. Brooke was leaning back against the bed, hiding her delicious ass from him. Her arms were behind her, so that she could rest her weight on them, and her large, firm breasts pressed against the fabric of her shirt. She looked at him, at the expression on his face, and her eyes lit up, as if she could see into his mind and know that he'd reached his limit.
The delighted anticipation into her eyes flickered with uncertainty as he strode towards her without speaking, the hardness in his face telling her that she may have actually passed his limit rather than just bringing him to it. She barely had a moment to feel uncertain before he was in front of her, his strong hands gripping her arms and spinning her around, shoving her face first down onto the bed.
Brooke gasped, even though she loved being spanked, there had never been any other violence in their love making. She'd always known Nathan was strong, but even when he'd spanked her, she'd never felt quite so delicate, quite so vulnerable, with him. He'd whipped her entire body around and onto the bed before she'd could even think. His hand was still placed in the middle of her back, holding her down... she couldn't have gotten up if she'd wanted to
Without preamble, Nathan's hand came down on her skirt covered ass, as hard as he could, not bothering to start off slow and work his way up to it. Brooke moaned in satisfaction as her body jerked, the blow rippling through her flesh and send electric currents of arousal straight to her pussy.
He stopped after that first slap, and Brooke made a mew of protest, especially when she heard him fumbling at his clothing. That one slap hadn't been enough for her! She needed to feel the burn throughout her entire ass, she wanted her flesh to ache when he finally fucked her.
But, even though she tried to turn to see what he was doing, Nathan's hand held her in place, face down with her vulnerable ass to him. There was an odd swishing sound...
