E058 The Wedding Entry From Emma s Mother s Diary
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E059: The Honeymoon Entry From Emma’s Mother’s Diary free porn video
After they eat an early dinner, Emma does tell Donald that she would like to read the rest of this entry of her mother’s diary. She is so interested to know what happened at the start of her parent’s honeymoon.
Settled back on the bed with fresh drinks, Donald opens the diary again and begins to read.
May 5th
We made it to our flight with no trouble and were seated comfortably on the side of the plane with just two seats together. Me by the window, Edward protecting me on the aisle. As we went to the gate earlier, I ran into the woman’s room to freshen up, and when I went to take lipstick out, I saw a new, crisp hundred-dollar bill there. I guess I had taken my punishment and then pleased my husband last night.
On the plane, we leaned against each other in contentment. But about an hour before we landed, Edward whispered in my ear, “Now remember Charlotte you have the rest of your punishment from the other day when we get to the room, and I think we will add another hour on it for last night. So, you will have three hours of corner time before we can enjoy the pool and beach.”
I was heartbroken, I forgot about that, and now an extra hour with my nose pressed in the corner. And he would probably spank me once more as a reminder of how I needed to be good. I had so wanted to get out in the sun as soon as we got there, but accepted that yes, I had been told I would have this coming to me, so while a few tears leaked from my eyes, I just nodded my head in acceptance of what would be happening.
“That’s my good girl, learn to accept when you need to be disciplined, try to learn from it more and more, and soon you will be a model wife for me,” Edward tells me in a low voice.
He put his arm around me and held me to his shoulder as he stroked my hair. Somehow, even though I knew I would be unhappy for three or more hours soon, I knew he did love me dearly.
At the hotel, in our room, it was about noon. So, my punishment will last until after three or four I knew. Edward and I unpacked our things; the last thing he took from his bag was the folding leather paddle he had used on me in the car. I knew what was ahead.
“Charlotte I want you to get undressed quickly, bring a towel from the bathroom and come lay across my lap. I think a few minutes of reminder spanking will help you think and remember what you have done wrong, requiring this corner time to eat into our honeymoon,” he told me.
Tears already started to flow but I realized I would probably soon be dripping elsewhere than just my eyes – the comment about the towel. I hurried to undress and get the towel, and within a couple of minutes, I was settling myself on his lap for what would come.
Edward spent several minutes just caressing my butt cheeks and upper thighs, so when the first spank came, it did surprise me. Then again on the other cheek, back to the first, and back again. I lost count of how many times his hand landed on my cheeks or thighs as he spanked me with his hand.
I cried and cried, and then as it has always happened before, the tears from my eyes had the addition of tears from my cunt, and I started to moan.
Edward knew what that meant and moved his left hand to stroke my wet slit, vag, and clit, bringing me to a wonderful state of pain and pleasure. I gasped at each of his strokes, both on my slit and against my ass cheeks.
Edward slowed his spanking but not my cunt attention and rubbed my ass for a bit before picking up the leather paddle. And the first swat against me was felt, as I was moving closer and closer to cumming. Oh, the sheer pleasure of the pain and delight was making me kick my legs and shake my head wildly.
When Edward knew I was so close, he made me rise on my knees again so not to be able to kick, and he have a better angle for the rest of my spanking. But then I realized it was for something even more. His fingers could now slide up into my vag and press me as his thumb-fingered my clit. I was somewhere between heaven and hell, and not sure which feeling belonged where.
He continued to spank me with the paddle over and over on each buttock, sometimes over and over on one until doing the same with the other, then back and forth between them. I felt my ass burning and stinging.
But at the same time, his fingers up in me were making me move closer and closer to the cusp.
And then it did happen. I screamed out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, my vag clenched his fingers so hard, and my back arched. He knew.
The spanking slowed and ended, his fingers still inside me as I held them captured, he stroked me to relax.
I cried profusely from pleasure, knowing I had disappointed him, and the stinging I could now vibrantly feel. He helped me stand, and holding me in front of him, he lowered his head and licked all the wetness he could from me.
Holding his shoulders for support, I almost came a second time. So close, but knowing I was being punished, made not reaching it a second time appropriate right then.
Edward took me on his lap then and told me he knew I would be his good girl for the rest of the honeymoon but must now do my corner time. I just nodded, kissed him and stood for him to tell me which corner I must stand in.
“Baby,” he says as he leads me to my corner, “Since it is after one o’clock now, perhaps just two and a half hours will be appropriate.”
I gave him a weak smile and pressed my nose to the corner. It would be a long two and a half hours I knew.
And it was for both of us.
Edward sat in a chair facing me in the corner to look up and see my rosy ass from time to time and tried to read his book. But he kept looking at the clock, he told me later, wanting the time to pass.
I could hear him moving behind me from time to time but as I must stand I wasn’t sure what he was doing.
Minutes before the time was up I felt him behind me, pressing against me. He was nude now too, and his cock was hard. While my ass still stung a bit, feeling his cock rubbing against my crack started me dripping once more.
He moved his hand in front of me and began to play my cunt, making just the right music come from me as he did.
He placed two fingers up my vag, and in that way led me to the bed. I laid on my back, my legs lifted and spread for him. He just smiled down on me.
“My bad, bad baby, while I hate to punish you, I do so enjoy it too, as I know you do too,” he murmured to me.
“I am so sorry Edward, and I am trying to learn. Your discipline is what I so need,” I replied.
And with that Edward thrust in me. Up deep in me, it felt like it was farther in me than ever before. Had somehow being married now enlarged his dick? Or was it just the two-plus hours in the corner, thinking about him up in me made it feel so?
Our coupling went on for a while, him thrusting in me, me squeezing against his cock each time he was fully up in me. Both of us moaned and groaned. Finally, when we could not contain ourselves any more, we both vividly came. Shivers ran through my whole body as I felt his cock throb inside me.
Edward fell beside me, and as we gasped and shuttered together we clung to each other. Then we fell into a deep sleep together.
We never did get to the pool the first day, or even out of our room.
(And yes, in the morning there was another hundred-dollar bill on the dresser for me).
The entry finished, Emma and Donald lean against each other, thinking. Emma’s parent did have a very different, while interesting, relationship. For Donald especially, the dynamics between them is something so interesting.
Charlotte was Edward’s sub in so many ways, agreeing to all his rules, allowing him to punish her when he felt she needed it, submitting herself to him so much. But then, there is that other side of her with Susan. So rebellious. Perhaps that was her way of reaching out past where Edward was allowing her now to go.
Such an interesting sexual dimension and deviance he would so like to explore. But for now, it will have to be totally private and not revealed to the Institute; he did not want Emma to feel hurt by any disclosure in any way.
And again, the idea of collaborating with Emma on this study and possibly a book enters his mind. He knows she has no background in this, but she is so adaptable to things and seems to have such insight.
All this runs through his mind as Emma quietly leans against him. Her own thoughts are trying to take in all this new information about her parents which she never knew or would have ever guessed.
Donald puts the diary on the nightstand, turns to Emma and kisses her over and over, and then they lower themselves, and he is soon in her, thrusting against her, making her forget, for now, all of that. She presses up to take more and more of him in with each thrust.
Then he reaches the point where now he needs to do this, too. He presses up in Emma and stays there as she throbs against him. Not moving, just letting her feel him up in her, filling her completely.
Emma sighs in contentment, and similar sound comes from Donald’s lips.
Now so slowly, a thrust and long hold they continue.
Then Donald pulls from her, turns Emma on her side, and presses into her deep from behind, pulling her to him to hold close as he lays inside her. He kisses her head and back of her neck and shoulders as she whimpers a bit. And then that way, once again, him up in her, they fall asleep.
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