Chapter 1
"You may leave your panties on, Carol dear," Adam Coleman said gently to his eighteen year old bride, "I'll take them off when I'm ready."
The fact that he was already quite ready for something was manifest by his erect penis which he held in his right hand. It was seven inches of surging strength, the swollen head blood filled, giving it the appearance of a big plum.
The previous night, it had parted the tender pink lips of what Carol called her cunt, since that was what her husband of one day had taught her to call it. That part had been rather exciting to the trembling, naked virgin, but a little later, after the big, hard tool had stretched her hot, tight passage it stopped at what Adam told her was her cherry.
After that, all Carol could remember was the pain. He told her that he had picked her cherry and went on to tell her, "from now on when I fuck your sweet little cunt with my big cock, it won't hurt you. More than that, Carol, you will beg for my cock night and day, your little cunt will hunger for it."
He had assured her that he would teach her everything about the complicated game of sex and would introduce her to a whole new world of pleasure. Now as she stood before him, clad only in panties, garter belt, nylons and the very high heeled black pumps he'd bought her, Carol was about to learn another game.
The pain in her crotch had passed during the night and she hoped that that this new game would not cause it to return.
His eyes moved from her beautiful face with its clear, sensitive skin, almond eyes, and wide, full lipped mouth, all framed by cascading red hair, down to the magnificence of her lush breasts.
Her bra was a thirty-eight-C, but she didn't need one. Like a pair of tropical fruit sheathed in white silk with bright pink tips, her breasts jutted boldly in contrast to the natural shyness of the girl herself.
Below a firm, slim waist, there was an erotic flaring of the magnificent body as it curved to a slightly rounded tummy, the neat depression of nipple showing through the sheer, white nylon panties, firm, well fleshed hips, and perfectly rounded buttocks which equalled the thirty-eight inch measure of her bustline. Between the two measures, her twenty-five inch waist emphasized both.
There would be those who would say that she had a bit too much bottom to her, but Adam Coleman was not one of them. He prided himself in being, among many other things, a bum man, and as such, he considered Carol's the most beautiful he had ever seen.
"Stand in profile, my darling," he told her as he moved his hand from his penis, fearing that it would erupt and spoil the game he had planned with his lovely bride of less than twenty-four hours.
Nervously, Carol obeyed. Adam trembled at the sight of the firm beauty of her young body. There were so many things to be done with it, so many things to teach her so that she would become a suitable partner to this man of wealth who lived for erotic pleasure alone and who boasted that he had already enjoyed every possible sexual act and was determined to invent a whole catalogue of new ones.
"Come and kneel here, darling," Adam told her as he parted his knees to make room for her. Her beautiful breasts swayed in an erotic dance as she obeyed.
"Please, Adam," she said with feeling as she looked up into his face, "tell me what we are going to do so that I may be prepared for it."
"I shall tell you as we go along, my dearest," he told her as his hands claimed her breasts and began to fondle them. "It will be much more exciting that way. Do you remember what you are to call these?" he asked, squeezing both breasts.
"Yes."
"Then say it, my dearest," he commanded, his hands squeezing again.
"My tits."
"That's right, darling, your big, beautiful, suckable tits." He squeezed them a little harder and caused her to wince.
As he continued to tell her of the beauty of her breasts, he manipulated both nipples with finger and thumb, and thrilled at the sight of them as they elongated and hardened.
"Your big, firm tits are even more beautiful when each one has a hard on," he told her. Slipping an arm around her, Adam drew her downward until he was able to rub one nipple with the end of his throbbing penis.
He squeezed all along the length of the shaft of his tool and forced a big drop of fluid to appear. He rubbed it off on the white silk of her breast, then having her kneel up again, spread the fluid over the warm skin until it vanished.
"That's the same fluid I shoot up your cunt when I fuck you?" he told her, delighting in the use of such terms with his young bride who, throughout her life had been completely protected from anything related to sex.
Carol's mother had died when the girl was six years old. In his grief, her father had taken his only child to live in an old, stone, castle like house far from the city. The two became hermits.
The man provided the girl with an extensive education, one more thorough than she could have received in the best schools of the city, and had omitted only sex about which she knew nothing.
Adam Coleman was his one link with the outside world. They had been active business partners in the early days, and both were then living off the fortunes they had amassed.
When instinct told the man that his heart was failing, he sent Adam a message, asking him to come to the remote mansion and bring a doctor with him, a heart specialist.
It was the first time Adam had seen Carol since she was five years old and he couldn't believe his eyes. That such a jewel had been hidden away in the old mansion was beyond comprehension.
In conversation both with the girl and her father, Adam discovered that within the body of the magnificent beauty, for all her education, there was an innocent, trusting, trembling girl.
The doctor confirmed that the man's heart was indeed in a seriously weakened condition and confided to Adam that he was amazed that the old man was alive at all.
After the doctor left, Adam and his friend talked far into the night. Much of their conversation was devoted to the man's impending death and his daughter's future life.
Adam knew he was going to have the innocent beauty for his own, to be trained to be Queen of erotica, that he would get her even if he had to kill his old friend to do it.
Fortunately, that wasn't necessary. Pointing out to his friend that he had been divorced recently, not telling him it was the third time in thirteen years, he told him he wanted to marry the girl and give her the protection and love she would need in order to cope with the outside world from which she had been shut out for thirteen years.
The old man was delighted. More than that, he insisted that Adam take her away the following day so that she would not be around to see him die.
The following morning, Carol accepted the news calmly, thanking Adam for his kindness and consideration of her welfare. Her education, with heavy emphasis on logic, had been such that word of her father's impending death did not upset her. Death comes to all, her father was old and he was going to die.
She left that same day with Adam, was ensconced in his house where Beth, an attractive, black haired maid in her late twenties, helped her adapt to her new way of life. As soon as arrangements could be made, she and Adam were married.
Adam had considered a fraudulent ceremony to protect his freedom, but decided on the genuine thing. After all, she would inherit everything her father owned.
Beth was much more than a maid to Adam, and, having been told of his plans for his virgin bride, ensured that Carol learned only what Adam wanted her to learn about life. As her reward, she had been permitted to prepare the bride for her defloration and to remain in the bedroom while it took place. Carol accepted that as being perfectly natural.
And then she was standing between her husband's legs as he fondled her buttocks through the clinging, sheer nylon panties, explaining to her the game they were going to play.
"My friends and I call it spanky-spank or spank-bum," he told her. "We pretend that you have done something naughty, and I scold you for it. You must look and act very sad and beg me not to spank you. You will promise to be a good girl, but I remain firm and insist that you must be spanked."
"I think I understand the meaning of spank," Carol said, a look of concern on her face, "and surely it will be painful for me. Must all sexual pleasure contain pain?"
"Far from it, my dearest," he assured her, his hands still following the contours of her delightful buttocks. "I shall not give you a hard spanking, merely enough to paint pink roses over the beautiful white skin of your bum. It will impart a truly delicious tingle to your buttocks and make you anxious to go on to other delightful games we shall play. I'll tell you more about the second game later, but it is called eat the cunt and lick the clit. Believe me, there is no pain involved and you will experience pure ecstasy."
"You are very kind to me, Adam," she told him, gently, "and I know that when you hurt me, it is because hurt cannot be avoided. Logic tells me that since you love me, you would not willingly cause me pain."
"How wise and understanding you are, my dearest," he told her, his hands squeezing her buttocks in anticipation. "But for now, we must find cause for your spanking. I have it. I caught you in your bedroom with a little boy. You were bare naked and allowing him to feel your body all over. You will be ten years old. Remember now, for the game to be really exciting, you must act your role convincingly. Do you think you can do it?"
"I believe so, Adam. I shall try my very best to make the game right."
"Bless you, my dear. We shall start," he paused for dramatic impact, "now."
"Shame on you, Carol, you are a very naughty little girl. Imagine taking off all your clothes for that little boy. I saw you letting him feel your bummy and your little cunt. You were going to allow him to lick your cunt and your arsehole, weren't you?"
"Yes, sir," she admitted humbly, thrilling the man with the way she played the little girl role.
While Adam put the girl through a series of intimate questions and answers to which she responded surprisingly well, Beth watched and listened through the intricately carved wooden screen near the bed. She was naked and sat rubbing her inner thighs warmly with both hands. Later, she knew, she would be forced to move her buttocks up to the edge of the chair so that she could get a finger into her vagina and find her clitoris to release the wild tension that would have been built up within her by then.
"And now, little Carol," the man said firmly as his hands reached for the waistband of her panties, "I am going to take your little panties down to bare your bum for your spanking."
"Oh please, sir," she sobbed, "do not take my panties down. Please do not spank my bare bum. I promise not to allow little boys to play with my bummy and my cunt again."
"I must be sure you remember, Carol," he told her as he began to lower her panties very slowly, "that is why I must spank your little bare bum."
As he continued to lecture his bride, Adam unveiled her body very slowly, turning her so that he would admire the gradual emergence into nudity of her magnificently rounded posterior.
"Hold still now, Carol," he admonished her, "I must make a very careful inspection of your bum to ensure that it has not been damaged." His hands moved lovingly over the lovely cheeks while his eyes admired the flawless beauty of them.
"Bend over now, Carol and put your hands on your knees, I must conduct a more intimate examination of your bottom."
Carol obeyed without protest and arched her posterior close to him, tightening the silken skin and distorting the roundness of her buttocks only slightly.
His hands caught the cheeks and slowly drew them apart The valley was deep and warm looking, and in the center, her anus winked, a lovely pink ring that looked small and very helpless buried between the big mounds.
With one finger, he explored the length of the valley a few times, then, pressing the tip of a long finger on the center of the pink ring, he pushed it slowly in. As he did, he watched her bottom sway.
He noted with excitement how the tightness of her anus seemed to resist his finger and thought of the thrill that was to be his when he stretched that little pink orifice with the swollen head of his big, long penis. Oh how you will squirm, my innocent little jewel, but you will have to submit meekly while I bury seven hard inches of cock up that tiny arsehole and ride your hot, red, beautiful arse to the rhythm of your crying.
"And now, my dear," he informed her, patting her buttocks lightly, "it is time for you to lie across my lap with your little bare bum-bum turned up for a spanking."
Carol began to lower herself over his lap, then remembered the role she was playing and stopped, begging in a little girl voice to be spared the spanking and promising to be a good girl.
"I'm sorry, little Carol, but that will not suffice. Come over my lap for your spanking. You may cry as much as you wish. In fact, it pleases me to hear my little girl cry when I am forced to punish her."
Sobbing, Carol draped herself over his thighs in the classic spanking position. Although he treated her like a little girl, she was all woman, magnificent, beautiful voluptuous woman, her lovely behind arched to await the stinging ministration of his right hand.
As he had told Beth he would, he spanked Carol only lightly, crisp spanks which provided a nice sound and imparted a delicate pink shading to the perfect white nether cheeks as Carol squirmed and cried convincingly while tossing her pretty behind in a surprisingly lascivious manner which convinced him that she was finding the erotic stimulation he was counting on.
Once she had been trained, he was confident, she would be able to enjoy severe spankings and generous doses of the strap. He knew there would always be a temptation to use the cane or the biting martinet on her, but he doubted that he would be able to do anything that would leave such lovely cheeks with ugly streaks that would turn brown and remain for days to mar her delicate beauty.
As he continued to slap moderately from cheek to lovely cheek, Carol continued to cry and toss her behind in a manner that drove the man wild so that he had to keep reminding himself to keep the spanks light.
When he had reason to believe that her cries were becoming the real thing, Adam forced himself to stop spanking and began to massage the warm, tingling cheeks, gently and lovingly.
"All right, darling," he told her in his normal tone, "That's all the spanking for this time. How did you like it? Did it hurt much?"
"I did like it, Adam, truly I did. It did hurt some, especially near the end when I was really crying rather than pretending, and yet I enjoyed every smack. My training in logic tells me that this is a contradiction in itself, that I should enjoy feeling pain, but I must confess I did. It had left me feeling most excited, as strange excitement that is completely new to me."
"How wonderful, my darling," he told her, helping her to her feet, taking her into his arms and kissing her, passionately as their bodies rubbed in erotic arousal. "You are a most magnificently natural woman, Carol," he went on after the long kiss, "and we are both going to be extremely happy. You are only now beginning to live, you can't begin to understand what joy lies ahead for you."
"I know you are right, Adam," she told him, a sigh in her voice as she looked up into his face. "I feel that I am the most fortunate woman who ever lived."
"And I the most fortunate man," he replied.
"Are we going to play that other game now, Adam?" Carol asked in an anxious tone.
"In just a little while, my darling," he answered. "Tell me, in addition to the tingle in your lovely bum, is there also a strong sensation in your loins?"
"Oh yes, yes. It is a strange feeling but a most delightful one. What is it Adam?"
"It is an indication that you are horny. Lie on your tummy on the bed now and concentrate on feeling homy. I must leave you for a little while and allow you to get very homy. If you feel like it, you may feel your bum and rub your tummy on the bed as well as rubbing your thighs together. It will increase your horny feeling."
Carol got onto the bed and as he paused in the doorway, still naked, his penis swaying strongly, he looked at the lush pink buttocks and saw the gentle motion as she began rubbing her body on the bed. She would be more than just homy when he returned, he told himself with a smile of satisfaction.