Flowers In Her Hair Ch 05

Chapter 5 Affirmations

The next morning, Victor's newlywed bride again mounted his face and enjoyed a long and juicy orgasm. This time she went on longer. Victor felt annoyed when Linda wiped his face with her used panties, not quite sure if she was trying to help, or to just rub it in. His face felt sticky afterwards. They showered, got ready, and had breakfast. They enjoyed a full day of sight-seeing, walking in parks, joking and conversing, watching a movie, and enjoying good meals.

That evening, she fulfilled her promise -- she introduced Victor to another element of their relationship - corporal punishment. She explained very lovingly that he was being punished only partly for his bad behavior, but mainly as a demonstration of her power over him, and that he was to accept it as a 'gift.'

She instructed Victor to remove all of his clothes and then bend over on a pillow at the end of the bed. Having positioned her husband into a vulnerable submissive position, she proceeded to whip his bared bottom with sturdy belt, taking turns from either side. It was his first punishment of the honeymoon; she whipped him quite hard and many times. Victor dared not complain as he wanted to maintain a strong image in his wife's eyes.

Later, in the privacy of the bathroom, Victor turned to the mirror to see the reddened stripes across his buttocks. As he rubbed lotion to his behind, he felt odd that she described the punishment as "playful," although in reality it did not feel at all playful to him. He told her so, to which she replied, "Well, darling, if you don't believe me, just wait for tomorrow."

They snuggled into bed. Linda had her husband use her favorite vibrator to bring her to orgasm, while he slept on his side soothing his stinging buttocks, feeling a twinge of regret, a great deal of love, and wondering how he would get through another night.

The next morning, the newlyweds had breakfast with other guests staying at the resort. Several other couples were also on their honeymoon. Linda struck up conversations with a couple from Europe who were clearly head over heels in love. Victor imagined how the other men must be having sex with their wives, probably multiple times a day and night. He stole a peek at one of the women wearing a low cut blouse, and at another woman wearing tight black yoga pants. He felt his heartbeat rise in envy, knowing that he was undoubtedly the only one who had not enjoyed sexual intimacy. For a fraction of a moment he felt a pang of regret, but then his erection reminded him how much he too was enjoying the honeymoon in his own way.

Linda and Victor went shopping that afternoon; he picked up some sentimental souvenirs for Linda. They ventured into an upscale lingerie boutique store, a step fancier than a Victoria's Secret. There she spent almost 40 minutes browsing through elaborate white bridal lingerie sets. She finally found one that she liked, a lacy and very racy outfit. She went to the fitting room to try it on, but would not let Victor come inside to see it. The sales assistant winked at Victor and consoled him, "I'm sure you'll get to see it soon enough." Victor could only think to himself, "when?" When Linda returned, she confirmed that she would purchase it. His wife whispered something to the sales lady, clearly something private they intended to discuss. They looked at Victor and checked him out, as if sizing him up. Linda motioned for him to stay there while the two of them went to the back of the store to continue browsing. Victor looked at his phone. A friend had e-mailed him to see how the honeymoon was going. "You must be having a blast with Linda." Victor knew what his friend meant, but smiled to himself at the reality of his 'blast' that had been less of a rocket launch and more of a 'whipping' sound. Victor looked over at his wife, but could not tell what she selected. "It must be a surprise, for whenever," he guessed.

Back at the hotel, the couple relaxed by the pool. Linda dipped her feet in the water while Victor enjoyed a drink at the bar. A few guests were enjoying themselves, some reading books in the sun, some lounging in the pool, and some playing pool. A couple of college girls were tanning bottom side up on the loungers next to the bar, catching the attention of many a guy, including Victor. Linda came up to her husband from behind, surprising him off guard. She asked in a hushed tone, "Hi there...how's your bottom feeling?"

"Ok...definitely sore but I'm managing, thank you," Victor replied.

"Would you like a drink?"

"Thank you but no. I think it's time we go back to our room."

"Oh really? Already? What's the rush?" he asked.

Linda said firmly to him, "Victor, don't think I didn't notice you ogling the women by the pool."

"Oh, that? I wasn't ogling, just an accidental glance --", he lied, hoping to minimize the incident.

"Oh yes you were ogling." She was not going to let it go. "Did you like their bikinis?"

"Very sexy," he replied figuring that he better just admit to his bad behavior. Then he continued to dig himself in deeper. "It's hard being on my honeymoon, not getting any sex, and then not being allowed to even look!"

Linda paused sympathetically. "It must be so hard being you," she teased her husband. "Did you get a thrill at breakfast this morning too? Did you enjoy looking at breasts and bottoms?"

Victor apologized, "Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to look or compare."

"Victor, like I said, it's time to go back to our room. We need to talk." Linda proceeded to walk back. Victor quickly settled the tab and followed her, fully knowing what she meant by "talk" would not involve words. Back in the room, Linda quietly lowered the shades in the spare bedroom. She explained that he was going to get another spanking, a much more severe punishment spanking. She made her husband strip off his clothes and then lie across the bed, tummy down, over a pair of pillows, "just as those young co-eds were lying down" she added, as to remind him. For this punishment, she expected there would be resistance, and decided to tie his ankles and wrists tightly to the bed frame.

"Victor, this is a punishment spanking for acting rude and disrespectful today."

"I'm really, really, sorry," he offered as beads of sweat formed on his head.

"No, you're not. But you will be soon," she replied calmly. "This whipping will be administered a dozen strokes at a time on the same buttock, using the flogger first, and then the corporal punishment paddle. I will switch sides back and forth until your punishment is complete."

"Please, Linda, I'm still sore from yesterday."

"All the more effective it will be then. It's going to hurt, oh believe me, you are going to learn a lesson that you will not forget." Victor squirmed nervously, but the ropes held him firm. Linda proceeded to warm up his buttocks, and then positioned herself on his side with her legs apart. With a searing whack of the 20-inch flogger, Victor convulsed as the soreness of the prior day's punishment flared up. She continued the strokes on the same side, leading Victor to howl out. She then alternated to the other side. After the first set of strokes on each side, Victor ass was red and stinging very well. To prevent him from shouting out, she removed her panties, bunched them up, and instructed Victor to hold them in his mouth as a kind of gag. The next pair of dozen strokes added fuel to the fire on her husband's bottom. Linda dished out the spankings with full force strokes. Victor bit down on the panties to keep from making noise.

Linda stood over him, letting her long hair fall over his shoulders. She had placed aside the flogger in favor of the paddle now. She asked him to reflect, "Husband, you were a very bad boy today, looking at other women. You were looking at the other woman's 'pretty skimpy yellow bikini', so now, you will suffer the consequences. 'Pretty skimpy yellow bikini' is made up of exactly 24 letters. I want you to spell it out letter by letter, one letter after each stroke of the paddle." Victor knew he was about to pay dearly for that few minutes of pleasure.

Victor dropped the panties from his mouth and tensed up as she stood up in position again. "P" he cried out as the third set of spankings began. "R" came next. "E" he whimpered out. The wooden paddle was constructed with holes to maximize the smack. Linda used it with firm poise, following through with each stroke. She occasionally stopped to caress his buttocks and ask him, "So how do you like those bikinis now?" By the time Victor spelled out 'Pretty Skimpy', his buttocks were simmering in sweet pain. She switched sides to complete the 'Yellow Bikini' part of his regrettable misdemeanor. The image of the forbidden sight of a woman's tight bottom in the sexy little bikini bottoms was now ingrained in his mind as off-limits.

In the past, Linda would have sensed from the redness, welts, squirming, and begging that his bottom had been thrashed soundly enough. She had already exceeded even the more serious punishments. But she did not release him this time. She bent over to lecture him again. She knew she was about to push Victor past his limits as he insisted he had learned. "Victor, for the next set of spankings, you are going to spell out an affirmation to live by. It's another 24 letters, 'Forever Focus on Lovely Wife'. Victor dutifully accepted. His wife showed no mercy in whacking his ass with the paddle as he spelled out his new affirmation.

Afterwards, Linda asked him if he had anything to say. He offered his sincere apologies and thanked her. She released the ropes. She admired her work in making his buttocks glow bright red all over. He felt the welts, the radiating heat, and stinging sensations as she sent him to the corner to stand and reflect on his poor choices. "Stand there with your hands behind your head... Do not touch your bottom." Victor had never been paddled quite so hard, and he felt particularly humiliated to have been whipped by his lovely wife two nights in a row. Coming on top of the prior day's whipping, he felt very sore, even as his penis grew pointlessly elated. He stood firm in the corner with his buttocks simmering as his wife relaxed while watching TV and chatting with her girlfriend about how she was having a fabulous honeymoon.

Victor stood for about fifteen minutes in the corner before his wife approached him. He felt her rub up against him. She put her palms against his bottom to feel the throbbing. He turned around. They exchanged no words, only a look of deep love, and a long passionate kiss. She led him to the shower, where she removed his chastity belt and toyed with his cock but stopped short of an orgasm. She allowed him to fondle her to his content, but the shower ended with a bout of cold water, and the reinstatement of the chastity belt. She loved to click the lock shut.

At dinner that evening, Victor's buttocks were too tender to touch. He repented to his wife for even thinking of looking at other women, and promised he would not do it again. "Forever focus on lovely wife," he repeated to himself as he massaged her feet with lotion.

Later that night, Victor sat down in bed carefully. The stinging sensation and feeling of submission to his wife had reached a peak. "Linda, I'm truly, sincerely sorry for what happened earlier. Thank you for disciplining me so thoroughly."

"I accept your apology, Victor. I know that the paddling was quite severe. You had it coming, and you deserved every single stroke. Your bottom is glowing red, and I know it'll be tender for a few days. Let it be a reminder of who you belong to."

"Yes, wife. I am yours, completely."

All of the talk about spanking her husband got Linda very aroused. Victor kissed her on the lips and neck and breasts. "Husband, I need it, badly" she moaned softly, "But not with you. Go get the vibrator for me." Victor happily prepared the vibrator and brought his wife to a deep, delightful orgasm. Finally she descended from the ecstasy with a gleam in her eyes. She looked into her husband's eyes, "Good night, sweet dreams." Victor lay down in bed on his stomach, bottom tingling, feeling more loved than ever, happily married to the woman of his dreams.