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As I walked across the quad I noticed a girl ahead of me. I couldn’t see her face but, then again, I didn’t need to. There’s no denying that I’m an ass man and hers was beyond spectacular. Maybe not everyone’s cup of tea but I like big bottoms. Hers was like two luscious ripe cantaloupes beautifully wrapped in tight white shorts. Mesmerized, I followed her like a stalker.

As it turned out she was aiming for the cafeteria, I followed her in. She got a tuna salad sandwich and a diet Coke and took a table. Food wasn’t what was on my mind. I got a cup of coffee and wandered toward her table.

I gave her a smile and asked if she minded if I joined her. She nodded me to a chair. I sat and introduced myself.

“Thanks for the seat, I’m Robert Stephens but everyone calls me Robbie.”

“Hi Robbie,” she replied, I’m Sharon Bannister, it’s nice to meet you.”

The fact that I was older than most of the students was obvious and she asked if I was on the faculty. I told her no, I was on TDY from my company for a year to take the specialized classes.

She told me she was a nursing student, that she wanted to be a Registered Nurse when she graduated.

We made small talk for a while before she had to head out to class. Before she got away, I asked for her cell number and invited her to dinner. She paused at my invitation then said that, yes, she’d accept but only on the condition that she could bring another girl with her. That wasn’t ideal from my perspective but beggars can’t be choosers, I said,

“Of course.”

We set a time and place to meet. Nothing fancy; burgers, fries, that kind of food in a restaurant just off campus. I arrived a little early so could watch as she and her escort arrived and I was stunned.

Both about 5’2” tall, I’d guess weight at around 115 pounds, shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, both with small pert breasts, both with spectacular bottoms, both with cute pug noses, green eyes and a light spray of freckles on cheeks. They were identical in every way; they were twins. I stood and walked to greet them.

Sharon handled the introductions.

“Robbie, this is my baby sister, Shannon. Shannon, this is Robbie Stephenson.”

I guess I was staring, I asked, “Your baby sister?”

Shannon is the one that replied, “Yeah, I’m the baby, by five minutes.”

I led them to the table where we placed our orders.

We chatted, learning about each other. Sharon and Shannon were born and raised in Columbus and still lived with their parents. They were 20 years old, were both enrolled in the nursing program from which they would graduate the following year. Both wanted to do hospital nursing as a career and expected to remain in Columbus after graduation.

I had to confess to my 27 years and that I was in management with a mid-sized corporation headquartered in Orlando. I was also born in Ohio but had been in Orlando for the past five years.

Shannon commented, “It must be nice to live in Florida in the winter.”

I gave her my pat answer. “Yeah, down there we at least don’t have to shovel our bad weather.”

Over the course of the evening we traded stories and got to know each other. I found both of the girls to be bright and interesting conversationalists, though both were a bit feisty and Shannon in particular could be argumentative. At the end of the evening, I walked them to their car and asked Sharon if she minded if I called her, telling her that I’d like to go out again. She said she’d like to hear from me.

Our relationship rapidly developed; athletic events, concerts and simple walks in the woods or along the river, occasionally Shannon and a date joined us but usually alone. When it became evident to both of us that what we felt for one another was more than fleeting, our discussions, though still hypothetical began to cover other subjects.

Like the matter of pre-marital sex. At 27 I’d had several relationships and more than a few short term or one night stands. Sharon professed to be a virgin so, by mutual agreement we would wait. Children? She wanted 2 and so did I but we both agreed that a couple would be wise to wait 5 years. That assured some solidity in the marriage plus the time gave the couple the opportunity to have some fun and get to know each other intimately. It was amazing how similar our beliefs were. Even in religion, although both of us professed a belief in a supreme power we were ambivalent about GOD in capitals.

Sharon had been raised in a household where religion was not an important part of daily life and, although I held back the absolute facts, I told her that my parents had been strict Christians. It wasn’t until I became old enough and mature enough that I formulated my own beliefs. What I held back was that I was raised in a family where Christian Domestic Discipline was practiced. My father didn’t spare the rod to his children but it was many the night that I heard Mother in tears over some transgression. He wasn’t an evil man in any way but there were rules in our household and we were expected to obey them. Daddy spanked for most disobediences and, although not severe beatings they were long and firm enough to be remembered. We kids, my 2 sisters and I both got our share. I managed to avoid the most feared discipline but Mamma and both of my sisters weren’t so lucky. It only came about if the transgression was so egregious or repetitive that the spankings hadn’t altered the behavior. I even hesitate to mention that Daddy used punishment enemas on those occasions, followed by the spanking. I further hesitate to say that I agree with what my Daddy did. My Mother was the finest woman I’ve ever met; loving and respectful to everyone, industrious in her endeavors, she was the most adored woman in our small town. And my sisters? Both maintained good grades, were active in after school activities, obtained college degrees and married well. I couldn’t ask for more from the women in my life. I decided that Daddy had it right but, honestly, all I imparted to Sharon was that I’d been raised with strict Christian values.

As we moved forward, she toward her graduation and me toward completion of my classes and a return to Orlando our conversations grew more serious. Were we to be life partners? It was Sharon that proposed we have a contract which would govern our relationship.

I proposed some rules that we would live under, they are:

Always be respectful to one another at all times.
No lying.
Unconditional trust
When out, check in regularly.
No excessive spending.
No foul language
Never go to bed angry at one another.
Don't be wasteful (with water, electricity, etc.)
Clean up after yourself.
Maintain good hygiene.
No embarrassing behavior in public.
No "temper tantrums."
Maintain a clean home.
No secret bank accounts, credit cards, or loans.
No profiles on social networking sites without letting your spouse know about it.
Make "major" decisions together. (Home remodels, big purchases like a car, etc.)
Cooperate during all punishments/disciplines:.
No infidelity.
Consent can be withdrawn
Say I love you everyday
Work for a good communication
Compliments and acknowledgements
Help each other with bedtime curfews as established in the household.
Weekly talks to discuss how things are and what we want to work harder on.
Head of household helps wife to achieve her goals of being a good wife
Wife helps husband to achieve his goals as a good leader

The following are rules that are punishable if broken::::::::::::::::::::
THE 5 Ds:
• Disrespect, (contempt)
• Dishonesty
• Disloyalty
• Disobedience (wife)
• Dangerous situations

Punishment for Husband if he breaks a D rule:
• Acknowledgement of wrong-doing ,apology and amends.

Discipline tools for Husband to use to enforce our rules:
Corner time - spankings - removal of privileges, reminder and maintenance spankings as deemed necessary by husband or, more extreme measures for egregious or repetitive behavior.



________________________ ___________________________
Robert Stephenson Sharon Bannister


Sharon reviewed my proposal and felt it was weighted toward my being dominant. I didn’t disagree, I simply explained that for a relationship to work it was imperative that there be a decision maker and all others needed to be acquiescent to his or her decisions.

I also fully am convinced that that last paragraph falls under the old adage that, “If you can’t dazzle them with your brilliance, baffle them with your bullshit.”

Sharon signed.

I bought a ring and, at the finest restaurant in town, proposed on bended knee. She accepted. We set a date for the following June.

In the interim twin Shannon also got engaged to Ron Washburn, so, the girls decided that a double wedding would be a wonderful thing. I knew Ron at least passively and was surprised about his upcoming nuptials. I’d been in school with him and it was believed by, if not all at least many, that Ron liked six packs and pecs as opposed to tits and ass but, who knows; guess we were wrong.

By the time of the wedding I’d, of course returned to Orlando. I’d had Sharon down, we’d closed on a house and furnishings but had decided that, instead of a honeymoon we’d tow her things to Orlando and set up housekeeping. The honeymoon would be Aruba for our first anniversary.

The wedding was special to both of the twins, there were several hundred guests (I slipped Mr. Bannister a couple of thousand to help defray his costs and got a big smile in return), then the reception; sit down dinner of lobster and steaks, champagne flowing like water, dancing and then Sharon and I and Shannon and Ron were off in our limos.

We checked into the nicest hotel in Columbus, my car was already there, we’d leave for Florida in the morning (or whenever we were capable of motivation), shared the bottle of complimentary Champagne and, with my beautiful wife now clad in a snow white peignoir I took to our marital bed.

I won’t recount the entire evening and night, suffice to say, she was sweet as cherries and luscious as strawberries as I feasted. My lady was like liquid gold as she flowed and then I entered her for our first time.

The sex was fantastic, I’d never enjoyed it more, but then, I’d never anticipated it more. Not to brag but we went three times before fatigue set in; we slept with our bodies entwined.

Morning and we had room service breakfast, Sharon was as loving as I could hope for and she was even beautiful with the sleep still in her eyes. I kissed each eye and sent her to the bathroom for her morning ablations.

Something bothered me. Not that it would have made a difference in how I felt about Sharon but, over my earlier years I’d had more that a few sexual liaisons; 3 had been with virgins. In every case there had been pain and blood from the ruptured hymen, red sheets in the morning; I checked, our sheets were snow white top to bottom and Sharon took me with no moaning or tears. It was evident to me, she was no virgin. Again, I didn’t give a fat rat’s ass if she was, I damned sure wasn’t but the fact that she’d lied to me bothered me. Yet, she was so happy I didn’t wanta bust her bubble, I decided I wouldn’t mention it until we were settled in at our house.

The drive to Orlando was, at the least boring. The only thing interesting was our conversation and, it, in fact tended to piss me off.

Sharon should have just shut up. She was like a bunch of social media, saying far, far, too much. She complained how the loss of her virginity had been painful, how she needed to sit on a pillow, etc., etc.

Once in, I ordered some Chinese take-out for dinner and we went to bed. I’ll confess, with a new bride beside me, a bride that I found startling attractive we had sex several times before we dozed off entwined in each others arms and legs.

But now, we needed to make some things clear. I sent Sharon off for some shopping for herself and I went the other way. I bought the groceries that we’d need for the next several days, then at the local Walmart I picked up things I knew I’d need.

Even when I was in Ohio I’d noted that Sharon would feign illness to avoid class or work, I selected a rectal thermometer, a red two quart enema bag, both a double retention nozzle along with one of small butt plug size and lubricants from the pharmacy department before finding an old style oak backed brush, then to a medical supply store for an IV stand. I took them home and placed the thermometer, the lube and the brush on the top of the vanity, the enema bag went in a drawer and the IV stand was wheeled to the closet.

When Sharon arrived home it was obvious she’d stopped for a cocktail or two, she wasn’t inebriated but she was a bit tipsy, I took her upstairs to our bedroom, sat her on the bed and inquired as to why she’d been drinking. She pled one drink with lunch and, it was evident, at least to me that honesty was not one of me bride’s strong points.

“Sharon,” I started, “You’ve had several cocktails, more than you should have before you drive, so, you’re to call me or take a cab, isn’t that what we’d agreed?”

“I’m sorry Robbie, I just didn’t want to bother you,” she answered.

“Sharon, your safety is my concern. Any time you can call, I’ll come.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Love, there’s something else I think we need to discuss, don’t you?”

Sharon’s expression said she didn’t understand, “What?”

“You lied to me, didn’t you? You weren’t a virgin, were you?

“Robbie, please, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Sharon, I wouldn’t have cared. I love you, I was no virgin, so whether or not you were made no difference to me. What does make a difference is that you were untruthful, that’s something that we agreed that we wouldn’t do with each other, am I right?”

“Robbie, I’m so sorry, I was just trying to make myself more desirable.”

“Sharon, let’s go upstairs to our bedroom,” I said as I took her hand..

Sharon was wearing ladies side zipper shorts and a T-shirt when I led her to our bedroom. There were several new items on the vanity; the hair brush, the rectal thermometer and the sexual lubricant. Only one was about to be deployed.

I’d positioned a straight-backed chair mid-room, I walked to it and sat.

Positioning Sharon directly in front of me, between my legs I began.

“You were not a virgin yet you lied and said you were,” is that correct?

“Robbie, I just, I just…”

“Sharon, were you a virgin when you said you were, yes or no?”

“No, but…”

“No buts, you lied, right?”

“Yes, but…”

“Again, no buts. Don’t you think that a lie and particularly THAT lie is a poor foundation on which to build a marriage?”

“Robbie, I love you and I’m so sorry, please forgive me, please?”

“Of course I’ll forgive you but you know we have rules, rules designed to make your and my life better, so, we must abide by the rules.”

Sharon’s tummy had churned and her bladder had leaked as she climbed the staircase. Her panties were damp with urine before Robbie sat in the straight backed chair, a chair that was a new addition to the room, and, by her hips he held her in front of him.

A ten minute lecture covering truthfulness and excessive consumption of alcohol preceded him lowering her over his lap.

“Sharon, I love you without reservations but honesty between us is imperative, do you understand?”

Already tearful, Sharon answered, “I’m so sorry Robbie, I am so sorry.”

“Still, you’re going to be spanked, are you ready?”

“Please don’t, I won’t lie to you again.”

His hand was massaging her bottom, it was the first time he’d really felt it and it truly excited him. He hit her with the first spank then rubbed.

He hit her again then a third. Sharon gasped, pleading, “Don’t Robbie, please don’t.”

He gave her twenty, slow, moderately hard strokes then massaged her before saying,

“Lift your hips.”

He unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and took them to her knees. He began to spank, first one cheek then the other as he admonished, “We’ll be truthful in the future, won’t we?”

Sharon was pleading, she’d never lie to him again, she’d be a good girl, please stop. And he did.

She tried to get up but his hand was on the small of her hack, he held her down.

She had a T-shirt on, he took it off over her head then he unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor before pulling her panties down over her feet. She was naked.

With a certain rhythm he spanked, first one cheek then the other, up and down, not exceptionally hard but steady. It went on for over 20 minutes before Sharon broke, her tears flowed yet the spanking continued, first the left cheek, whack, then the right and then again the left.

After Sharon had been in tears for at least ten minutes Robbie stopped spanking. He slowly and lightly massaged her bottom as she cried, then he took her up in his arms.

“Sharon Baby you’re not a bad girl but you did a bad thing. I’m not mad at you, I love you to death and want the very best for you. This is over, this is behind us, you understand.?”

Sharon continued to snivel, Robbie let her cry herself out before he lifted her and laid her back down on the bed, her bottom was on the edge of the bed, he lifted her legs.

She was naked as he opened her thighs, her sex was wet and inviting, he fell upon her, tasting her sweet, salty flavor. Exquisite, she was absolutely perfect. His tongue rapidly agitated her clitoris while two fingers sought out her G spot. The two stimulations together rapidly brought her to climax. He mounted her. She was soaking, he slid in as though she was melted butter, her hips pounded against him as both came to a rapid orgasm, and then.

Robbie had a capability beyond that of most 27 year old men. His refractory period was measured in seconds, he was ready again, “The spanking was for what you did, the sex was for your pleasure but the rest is for me.”

As he forced her legs upward and took her arms so that she was literally holding herself exposed, she felt a greasy chill against her anus before she was penetrated. A finger filled her bottom and then a second. She moaned from the violation before screaming,

“What are you doing Robbie?”

He moved onto her as he answered, “Fucking you,” as his cock slid into her chubby ass.

She screamed, pled and cried as his cock skewered her. He was completely in before he stopped and her tears were flowing as she pled,

“No, please Robbie, don’t, don’t, take it out, Oooooooooooooooo, God, Nooooooooooooooo, please, please.”

He leaned forward and took both breasts in his hands, gently he squeezed, but with enough pressure that Sharon knew she was within moments of feeling pain. He leaned forward so that his mouth was at her face.

“I love you Sharon,” he told her as he kissed her, “But never lie to me again,” he continued.

“No Robbie, I won’t, I’m so sorry, please forgive me, please don’t hurt me any more.”

“Sharon Baby, I want you to relax for me. Just allow your muscles to loosen because we’ll be doing this again and I really don’t want to hurt you.”

Slowly he stroked into her, he listened as she mouthed, unh, unh, unh as she took each of his strokes. He was gentle with her, his hands were massaging her body, her hips, her sides, her breasts as his lips nibbled at her nipples and kissed her ears, eyes and lips. He came.

“No Baby, stay right here, you don’t need to go anywhere, you don’t have to poop, that’s from me being in you, so just lie here with me,” he said as he slid over her.

Sharon was on her tummy with Robbie over her back. He massaged her shoulders and neck, telling her how sexy she was, how alluring, how beautiful. As he talked to her he was slowly rocking on her bottom. His cock was stiffening, it slid into her anal cleft.

His Baby was still lubed, he easily slid up and down her crevasse, she began to rock back in response.

It felt good to her, the pressure against her anus was sensual. Her breathing became a bit raggedy, his hands sought out her breasts, he was hitting her erogenous areas, she began to pump her hips, she wanted him in her.

“Please,” as she raised her hips.

His thighs against hers forced her higher, she was open, exposed and she only hoped he chose her vagina. He filled her and slowly began to pump.

She’d been fitted with an IUD prior to their wedding as he’d explained that he wouldn’t use any type of contraceptive. He was only going to have a single partner so he wasn’t concerned about STD’s.

Her climax was spectacular, fueled by her excitement and, truth be told a bit of fear; for the first time in her life she squirted. Strangely, she was so proud of herself, she’d gone off like a fountain and Robbie was so intrigued by what she’d done. Pleasing him was taking on a major importance to her.

Before they dozed off she got up to use the bathroom, when she came back she got her pajamas but, before she could put them on Robbie told her no, she was to sleep naked as he expected to have sex with her several times during the night.

Sharon had learned a couple of important things; Robbie was deadly serious about the rules under which they were to live and, she further learned that her husband’s sexual appetite was nearly insatiable.

They slept in the next morning and, upon awakening she was kissed, hugged and loved. As he entered her she smiled and sighed, she was one happy girl. Even thinking back on her spanking she realized how important it had been. An episode that could have been destructive to their new marriage had been dealt with and they could move forward.

After showering together they dressed and he took her to Bob Evans for breakfast.

“Are you ok with yesterday?” He asked.

“Well I sure learned something. I don’t want to break our rules, do I?”

“I’m pleased with your attitude, that’s so important for a successful partnership, don’t you agree?”

“Oh yes, unquestionably.”

Back at home Robbie suggested that they review their contract. He pointed out several areas that he expected might create problems. Sharon could become waspish and argumentative. She’d even acted up in public, at restaurants and parties. Robbie had put up with it while they were dating but, as his wife it would be unacceptable and he wanted Sharon to understand that.

Even to that she gave him a flippant answer.

“Sharon Baby, I’m sorry but I think we’ll have some work to do. I don’t want an attitude from you, I’ll treat you with respect and I expect the same from you.”

“What Robbie, what have I done or said? I mean, you don’t expect to govern everything I do or say, do you?”

“No Sharon, I don’t expect to control your every word or action but you need to understand the parameters that we’ve established.”

“Oh, I understand alright, you want to run my life, don’t you?”

“That’s enough, I don’t want to have to deal with your argumentiveness. I think we need to go upstairs and work this out.”

Sharon realized she’d overstepped her bounds, she immediately apologized but he took her by the hand and led her to the staircase.

He sat on the spanking chair and positioned her in front of him.

“Sharon, it’s Saturday so, on Saturday for the immediate future you’ll receive a maintenance spanking to remind you of what is expected.”

He had her sit on the bedside so he could remove her sandals then stood her up and removed her T-shirt and shorts. She was now clad in only her panties and bra.

He walked her to the corner and turned her so she was facing the wall.

“I want you to stand here and think about your conduct.”

He left the room.

Sharon did think, she thought about how erotic it was to have Robbie undress her to make love. He treated her like he was unwrapping a very precious gift but this was totally different. Being stripped for discipline was, at the very least embarrassing. Standing in just her panties and bra staring at the wall nearly brought tears to her eyes.

He left her alone with her thoughts for half an hour then came back. With a hug and a kiss he asked,

“Did you make any decisions?”

“Yes, Robbie, I want to be a good girl for you and I will be, I promise. You don’t need to spank me, I’ll be good.”

“I’m sure you will be, still, I think you’ll need your Saturday reminder for a little while.”

He led her to the chair and bent her over his lap.

As he massaged her plump pantied posterior he explained.

“For your spankings I’ll first take off your shoes, your pants or skirt and your top. Initially you can keep your panties and bra. Sometimes you’ll be given time-out before your spanking, other times not. When I begin your discipline it will be on your underwear but before I’ve finished I’ll remove your bra and panties. You will be naked for the final part. I’ll use my hand until the end then, you may get up to five strokes with the hairbrush. While you are being punished you are to call me Sir. Any questions?”

“No.”

He gave her a swat, saying, “No what?”

“No Sir,” she answered.

He began. Slowly with firm strokes, he continued until Sharon was sniveling and swearing that she’d learned her lesson, that she’d be good.

He stopped then rubbed her back and bottom, telling her,

“Settle down baby, get control of yourself.”

As her breathing steadied Robbie unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor then said,

“Lift your hips Baby.”

Her panties came off, over her feet.

“You’re beautiful and I love you dearly,” he told her as he began to spank.

Again, he didn’t beat her, he spanked with slow deliberate strokes, first one cheek then the other; she was in tears in moments. The spanking continued for 20 minutes. He concentrated on her spank spots until she was a glowing red then finished off with three rapid whacks with the hairbrush.

“Go ahead and cry Baby, use it as a catharsis, get out the bad feelings and wicked thoughts. Learn to be a good girl and an obedient wife.”

As he talked he was massaging her bottom. Her legs were splayed, her sex evident. He cupped her and, to his amazement, he found her wet.

“Did you like your spanking Sharon?”

With a gasping sob she answered, “No.”

A quick whack.

“No Sir, no Sir, I didn’t like my spanking Sir.”

“Why are you wet then?”

“I don’t know Sir.”

“Sharon Baby, I think you find your spankings exciting, I think that, in time you’ll come to look forward to them, now, turn over and let me kiss you.”

Cradled in his arms, he kissed her eyes and her lips then told her how proud he was of her and how much he loved her, she kissed him back, her sobbing done.

As he had the previous night he lifted her and laid her on the bed. He started on her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples then trailing his tongue down over her tummy, through her pubic hair and to her slit.

Her flavor was intoxicating as he laved her. His lips tugged at her labia while his fingers pumped her vagina. Sharon squirmed under his intense attention and when his tongue teased her clitoris her body trembled as she exploded in orgasm. Robbie’s face was soaked but he continued, licking and sucking her nectar as she squirted and flowed.

He mounted her in the missionary position, entering her swiftly, filling her. She moaned then cooed,

“Oh yes, just like that Robbie, just like that. Fuck me, fuck your Baby good, oh God, oh God, yes.”

“I’m cumming Robbie, I’m cumming,” she intoned as she quivered with an intense climax.

He continued pumping her until she came once again then she felt the jerking or his cock as he flooded her with hot semen.

“Was that good for you?” He asked.

“Fantastic, absolutely fantastic, but I’m sorry about my language,” she said.

“In this setting the language’s ok, let’s just be sure to keep it in the bedroom.”

Her legs were draped off the side of the bed, he was standing between them. She watched in amazement as his penis became erect. He reached for the lubricant.

“Robbie, can’t you just do the same thing again. It hurt me when you put it in my bottom last night, I didn’t like it at all.”

As he lifted her legs and forcing them back to her breasts he told her, “Sharon Baby, this is going to be part of our sex life. I love your plump bottom and want to make love to it. We won’t always do this every time but it will be pretty frequent while I’m breaking you in.”

She felt the cool greasiness against her before a finger penetrated her.

“I’m lubricating you so it will be easier for me to get in. It’s important that you try to relax as I enter you, understand?”

As popped through her sphincters and slid in she groaned then pled,

“Take it out, please take it out, oh it hurts so much, please Robbie.”

He stopped for a moment and told her to relax before continuing. Once he was all the way in he paused again.

“How does it feel Baby?”

“Oh God Robbie, it hurts and I feel so full, you’ve got to let me up, I need to poop real bad.”

“No you don’t. You feel like you need to poop because you have a full rectum but it’s my cock filling you. Now relax. Here, you can help yourself.

He took her hand and brought it to her groin. “ Finger your clit while I’m fucking you Baby.”

As her fingers danced he pumped her. He reached under, lifted her hips and pumped her hard as his cock filled her bowel with pulse after scalding pulse of his cum.

As he pulled out he told her, “Just lie here for a minute.”

He went to the bathroom and got a warm washcloth. Back in the bedroom he wiped her bottom and then cleaned himself.

She started to get up to retrieve her panties but Robbie took her wrist saying, “Stay here, you won’t need your panties for a while, lets get under the covers and snuggle.”

He held her in his arms and said, “I love you so much, you know?”

“I know you do Robbie and I’m madly in love with you but, tell me what did you mean about breaking me in?”

“Anal sex is what I meant. It will get easier for you the more often we do it, you may even learn to like it.”

“I don’t think so.”

“We’ll just have to see. And, to that, it’s important that you keep yourself ready. If you have a bowel movement you’ll empty your rectum but if you can’t move your bowels for two days you’ll need to have an enema.”

“God, I’ve never had one of those but they sound horrible.”

“Baby, I’ll give them to you and I’ll try to make them as pleasant as possible. We’ll make them small ones, we just need to clear your rectum.”

“Robbie, since I’m asking questions, why do you have a thermometer over there?”

“I remember you seemed to be sick frequently back in Ohio, I just want to be able to check up on you.”

“Robbie, I’m a nurse, I know what that is. It’s a rectal thermometer, isn’t it.”

“Yes, if you complain about feeling bad I want to take care of you. I’ll take your temperature and, if your complaint is about your tummy, I’ll give you a nice big wash-out enema, fix you some broth and put you to bed.”

“And if I’m faking?”

“All of the above plus a spanking for untruthfulness, of course.”

“Gosh Robbie I haven’t had my temperature taken rectally since I was a baby and I’ve never had an enema.”

“Well Sharon, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that will change, don’t you?”

“I suppose.”

“Hey, it’s simple, don’t fake sickness.”

They spent the entire day in bed alternately having sex and then snuggling until they dozed off. The only time they got up was for bathroom breaks and clean up.

Sharon had kept count. Robbie and she had enjoyed vaginal sex seven times over the course of the day and he’d taken her bottom on four occasions. When she got up around five o’clock her vagina and anus were sore and her legs were shaky.

Robbie saw her wobble, he got up and helped her to the bathroom.

He seated her on the commode and asked if she was ok.

“I’m so sore Honey, my whole lower body aches.”

Touching her on the inside of her knee he said, “Open your legs and let me see.”

He spread her labia. She was red and swollen.

“Come on Honey, I need to go,” she said.

“Go ahead, I want to watch.”

“Robbie, you’re embarrassing me.”

“Go ahead Baby, let go.”

With a sigh she peed. Her flow was golden. He leaned forward and kissed her saying,

“You’re beautiful, my beautiful wife.”

He folded a pat of tissue and handed it to her.

“God Robbie, we’ve been married for just 3 days and you’re already learning every nook and cranny of my body.”

“And I adore every one of them,” he teased.

As she finished he said, “Why don’t you lie on the bed and let me check your bottom to be sure there aren’t any tears.”

Tummy down, she spread her legs. He spread her cheeks, it was evident that his potty training had been a little too energetic. She was red and swollen but, at least there was no injury. He told her to wait as he got some analgesic cream and applied it to her.

They hadn’t done the grocery shopping so Robbie suggested pizza. That was fine with Sharon. He asked her preference.

“Pepperoni’s my favorite,” she answered.

“Mine, too, so pepperoni it is along with a salad and beer. Sound good to you?”

“Excellent choices and I’m starved. It’s been a long time since breakfast and we’ve had a lot of exercise.”

“Do you want panties?”

“Yes, and my robe and slippers, please.”

He got her things then steadied her as she walked downstairs.

He put her on the sofa where she could recline then sat so she could rest her head in his lap.

“So Mrs. Stephens, how do you like married life so far?”

“Well for the short time I’ve been Mrs. Stephens I’ve learned a lot. Like I need to abide by my rules or I’ll have a sore bottom and that I have a sexual beast for a husband.”

“You don’t like?”

“I’ll take my spankings if I deserve them and I crave the sex, at least in the front. The back door, not so much, though.”

“I’m off this next week so we can get settled in. I expect we’ll have a lot of sex but after I return to work it will probably only be 3 times a day.”

“And that’s not a lot?”

“Hey, once in the morning to send me off to work happy then when I get home because I’ll have missed you so much.”

“And the third time?”

“I’ll give you some oral to warm you up then we’ll do anal.”

“So Robbie, you’re going to sodomize me once a day, right?”

“Yes Sharon, that’s right, that’s absolutely right, at least until you can take me without pain.”

The doorbell rang, Robbie got the pizza and salads, put things on the cocktail table and brought them each a beer; glass for her, straight from the bottle for him.

As they ate they talked; mundane things, assembling a grocery list and working out a division of duties. He would take care of the lawn, the gardens and the pool while she would be responsible for the interior cleaning and the laundry. Eventually they would alternate the responsibility for cooking but initially that would be Sharon’s job, too. She wasn’t going to start looking for work for at least a month. A little vacation for her and a chance to learn her way around town. Tomorrow they’d find her a little car so she could get around.

After eating they watched a little TV before re-ascending the staircase.

As they lay in bed, he held her. She whispered,

“Honey, if you’d use a little of your lube my pussy would love to have a visitor.”

Some on her, some for him then he asked her to get on her knees.

“I want you from behind Baby, even if I can’t have your sweet bottom I can admire it.”

She giggled as she rolled over and got in position.

He held her by her hips as he entered her.

Sharon coed as he slid in. It felt so very, very good. She felt just like she would learn to be Mrs. Stephens, Mrs. Stephens submissive to her forceful husband. After only 3 days she knew how their relationship would develop. Sharon also knew herself, she was sure that she’d earn more than just her maintenance spankings.

Oh God, the spankings, they stung like fire but, he had been right, she did get excited. She felt like he was melting on his lap, like a bad little girl with a strict but loving father. She came with a shudder.

His hands were all over her, massaging her bottom, stroking her sides and back, caressing her breasts. He gripped her shoulders and pulled her back on him as he sped up and pounded her harder. She was gasping as he shot into her, his pulsing jets of cum took her over the top, she climaxed a second time.

He stayed in her as he rode her to the mattress. Laying across her back he continued to stroke until he was completely drained.

“God, you’re fantastic Baby.”

“I feel like your Baby and I feel like you’re my Daddy.”

“Well if I’m your Daddy we’re gonna commit a bunch of incest,” he joked.

“You’re getting hard again and I’m still sore. Would you like me to take you in my mouth? I’ve never done it but I want to do it for you Daddy.”

He rolled onto his back, his erection standing straight up as she took him in.

Sharon thought, well, at least now I know what my pussy tastes like. Slowly she worked up and down his rod, her tongue swirling around the head, stimulating, exciting him.

“Oh yeah Baby, yeah Baby, God you’re too hot.”

She sped up as she felt him swell.

“I’m gonna cum Baby, get something to catch it.”

She already had what she needed, she sucked harder as he exploded. Ropy cum flooded her throat and mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, she didn’t want to waste his cum, she wanted it inside her. She got almost all.

When she lifted her head she smiled. A little cum was oozing out from each side of her lips. She swirled her tongue and caught them.

“Did you like Daddy?”

“That was fabulous Baby, just fabulous, come here and give Daddy a big kiss.”

“Oh Robbie, let me rinse my mouth first.”

“Come here, you tasted you, it’s only fair that I taste me, don’t you think?”

She threw herself into his arms.

They curled up in each other’s arms and slept.

The next morning Robbie woke up first, he completed his ablations before kissing Sharon awake.

“I’m going down to see what I can stir up for breakfast, there isn’t much, though.”

He found about half a loaf of whole grain bread, four eggs and six ounces or so of orange juice. He started coffee, got a can of evaporated milk from the pantry, started toast and fired up a skillet for scrambled eggs. By the time Sharon came down breakfast was on the table. Scrambled eggs, toast, orange juice and coffee; black for him hers with a little of the evaporated milk and a teaspoon of Splenda.

“For nothing in the pantry you did pretty good Mr. Stephens.”

“Hey, the chef appreciates all compliments, let’s eat.”

Sharon took care of the clean-up and they were off with grocery list in hand.

First they shopped for Sharon’s transportation. At the third dealership they visited she fell in love. Her newest love was a cherry red 2010 Mustang. Her old love wrote a check for $10,536.75 and bride now had a ride. They told the sales manager that they’d be back in about three hours so they could complete the paperwork for licensing. He gave them the name of his insurance agent so they could confirm coverage and they set off.

First the supermarket for staples and dairy, then the green grocer, we stocked up on fruits and veggies next the butcher for lamb chops and chickens, they also got a duck for this evening’s dinner and then to the seafood market. Fish, shrimp and scallops filled the bill along with some Old Bay then back to the auto dealership. Sharon led the two car caravan back home.

“Oh Daddy, I love my car, it’s so cute, don’t you think?”

“I think it looks especially nice with you in it,” He told her.

“Oh, you.”

“Well, it’s true, my Baby makes anything and everything look better.”

Robbie was sitting on a recliner, Sharon jumped on his lap.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” as she gave him a big sloppy kiss.

He smiled at her then, seriously he said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t ask earlier. How are you feeling?”

“Oh Daddy, I feel wonderful.”

“No, I mean, uh, downstairs.”

“Good, I feel a lot better.”

“Why not let me take a look Baby.”

“Daddy, we’re outside.”

“Yeah, but look around.”

The property was circled on all sides with a tall dense hedge. No neighbor’s house was within sight.

He unfastened her shorts and lowered them to her knees. First he checked her vagina. The swelling had abated and her color was a pretty coral pink, she looked absolutely perfect. He ran a finger along her slit. Even from such mild contact she began to lubricate.

“Looks good to me,” he said.

She giggled, “Feels good to me.”

“Roll over, let’s see your bottom.”

He spread her cheeks. Again the swelling had gone down. She was the brownish pink he’d hoped to find. Gently he pressed on her anus; she tightened.

“Baby, you need to learn to relax, ok?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Baby, I know you didn’t yesterday, did you have a bowel movement this morning?”

She hesitated but then remembered the penalty for untruthfulness. She didn’t want an enema but she wanted a severe spanking even less. She decided on equivocation.

“Not yet Daddy.”

“We’ll give it ‘til bedtime then check again, ok.”

He didn’t intend to have anal sex with her that night, she’d been so sore the previous day that he thought she needed a break but, tomorrow he intended to catch up and he wanted her ready.

She hung around in the kitchen sipping a German white wine while he prepared the duck. Roasted and served with braised red cabbage and apples.

“I’ve never had duck before but this is delicious,” she exalted.

With a smile he said, “We aim to please, particularly for beautiful, sexy ladies.”

Why it struck her from that comment she’d never really understand but she did understand something.

“I know you love me Robbie but you like me, too, don’t you?”

A grin slowly took control of his face, “You’ve figured me out, hunh?”

“Robbie, a lot of guys have found me attractive, have wanted me. I slipped once, you know I did, and I’m sorry I lied, said what I wished instead of what really happened and I’ll tell you about it if you want.”

“Sharon Baby, I’ve had sexual experiences that I don’t see the need of sharing with you. By the same token, you don’t need to share with me. Except for the fact that you felt a need to lie about your past we started afresh, you’re my lover and you’re my Baby…period, paragraph, discussion closed.”

God, she truly did love him. It was all about her. She didn’t have a past dragging at her, she had a future. Yes, no doubt a future she’d never imagined, a future as a subservient wife, but, already she was beginning to enjoy her position. She thought, I mean, just today he bought me a car, a cute little car that I really like. He took an interest in my health, he cooked dinner, a fantastic dinner for me. He even let’s me sip several glasses of wine. In a lot of ways he made her feel like a Princess.

“Come on, let’s play some video games,” she challenged.

He wasn’t very good, the age difference showed. She spanked him like he spanked her. She was laughing at his ineptitude by the time the game ended, then she asked,

“Have you ever looked at porn on this?”

Honesty cut both ways, he’d like to avoid the question but he couldn’t dance around a direct question.

“Yeah, a few times,” he reluctantly replied.

“Show me Robbie, let me see.”

“Baby, it’s not for you.”

“And it’s for you, is that what you’re saying?”

He went to the website xnxx and the tag anal.

Selecting one of the videos that were black girls gaping anal he clicked.

His choice was intentional, his girl was white and he hoped she could divorce herself from what she was about to witness. He knew, there was no difference, black girls, white girls, no difference really. If it was rough it hurt either one of them, he started the video.

“Sharon Baby, these girls are professional porn actresses. What we’ll see isn’t what real citizens can do, understand?”

As the video ran Sharon’s eyes bugged out. She watched as huge cocks penetrated brown bottoms, she listened as they moaned and groaned or as they chanted, Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my ass. And then she saw what was billed as an anal cream pie, when a man ejaculated in her. When he pulled out she was still open, Sharon was able to look up her, ah, plumbing.

“God, that’s gross Robbie, isn’t it? Do I do that?”

“I guess every girl does. The anal sphincters are really designed to work one way, outgoing. Anal sex forces them to open inward and they’re stretched. They close back up pretty quickly but for a few moments they stay open.”

“Whatever, I still think it’s gross.”

He chuckled, “I can’t say that I disagree.”

“It’s 11:00, you ready for bed?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m tired.”

Upstairs she used the toilet then climbed into bed.

“Have a BM?” Robbie inquired.

“I tried but couldn’t.”

“Ok, we’ll wait ‘til tomorrow.”

Monday morning they stopped in at his office. In Human Resources he added her to his health insurance and changed her to the beneficiary on his company life then it was off to his attorney. He changed his will then took her to a late brunch. From the restaurant he phoned his life insurance agent and set an appointment for him to visit them at home that evening. A call to his doctor resulted in a 3:00 p.m. appointment.

After brunch he drove her around on a sight seeing tour, ending at the doctor’s office at 3:00.

He introduced Sharon to Doctor Weinstein and said that she would need a gynecologist and could he make a recommendation.

“Male or female, if you have a preference,” He asked.

“Female, I think,” Sharon answered.

He wrote out the name and phone number of his colleague.

“Sharon will want you as her primary care physician. She brought the contact information for her doctor in Columbus, Ohio so her medical records can be forwarded.”

“Fine, I’ll take care of that. After I’ve received them we can set an appointment and take care of any medications or tests that might be needed.”

After leaving they wasted a little time before going home, the insurance agent would be there at 5:00.

Robbie increased his life insurance coverage to $500,000, changed the beneficiary from his parents to Sharon and insured her life for $100,000.

After the agent had departed Sharon commented, “Busy day.”

“Yeah, it was but I think we got everything taken care of. Anything that I missed?”

“I can’t think of anything.”

“I’ll fix supper, how do sautéed scallops sound?” He asked.

“Wonderful, I’ll fix a salad while you sauté, ok?”

Sharon handled the clean-up duties while Robbie sipped the last of his white wine.

“I should have asked earlier, how are you feeling today?” He inquired.

“Everything feels fine, completely recovered, thanks for asking.”

“Oh there’s a little selfishness in my question; just sitting here admiring my beautiful wife I’m about to be overcome with desire.”

“Well I can’t have an overcome Daddy, so I’ll have to do something about it. I’m going upstairs to get ready.”

“You still haven’t moved your bowels, have you?”

“No, and that’s part of the getting ready I’m talking about, you’ll find me on the potty for the next few minutes.”

And with a swish of her bottom Sharon was off.

Robbie gave Sharon 30 minutes. When she hadn’t called to him by then he went up. He found her sitting on the bedside, still fully clothed in her shorts and T-shirt. She looked unhappy.

“I couldn’t go,” She pouted.

He went to her, kissed her and said, “Poor Baby, it looks like she gets her very first enema.”

“I don’t want an enema.”

“I know you don’t but you don’t want the mess that could result if your rectum isn’t empty.”

“You’re going to do me that way?”

“Baby, I want all of you, every way possible.”

“I still don’t want an enema.”

“Do you want a spanking and then your enema?”

Petulantly she answered, “No.”

“Then get undressed and bring a towel while I get things together.”

He only filled the bag half way, just a quart and hung it from the stand. He chose the standard enema nozzle then sat and spread the towel over his lap.

“Come on Baby.”

“I still don’t want an enema,” she said as she laid over his lap.

“Cute butt,” he told her as he gave her a pat.

“I’m going to lubricate you so don’t jump.”

After spreading a bit of the jelly around her opening he penetrated her with a finger, lubing her internally.

“I’m going to put the nozzle in now,” as he slid it home.

“Ok, the flow is starting. If you feel any cramping, let me know and I’ll stop.”

He’d hung the bag pretty low so the flow was slow.

“You ok Baby?”

“Actually, the warm water feels really nice Daddy.”

“I thought you might like it. This is just a small enema. A big one can be uncomfortable, they cause cramping and bloating, not a pleasant sensation.”

“You’re not going to do that to me, are you Daddy?”

“I don’t want to, so no, not if you’re a good girl.”

“Ok, it’s all in,” he told her.

“Just lie here for a few minutes and let it do its work, then I’ll give you a nice warm bath” as he gently stroked her back and bottom.

A short time later she said, “Daddy, I need to go.”

He helped her to her feet and led her to the bathroom, seated her on her throne then started filling the bath tub.

He didn’t watch but he certainly heard the splashing and farting from Sharon as she evacuated her bowels. After she’d flushed he called, “Come on Baby, time for your bath.”

As she sat luxuriating in the warm water with him gently washing her with a loofah sponge she thought how wonderful it was to be Mrs. Robert Stephens, she decided to give him some acknowledgement.

“You know Robbie, you were right. I must have been a little constipated, I did need my enema and now I feel so much better.”

“I’m glad, now stand up and bend over so I can wash your bottom.”

He dried her and walked her to their bed.

“Yum, you smell good enough to eat,” he told her as he laid her down on her back.

He undressed and joined her.

“Can we do it with you behind again? I really liked how that felt Daddy.”

“I like that, too, but I thought you might enjoy some oral attention first.”

“Oh yeah, that’s the best.”

Robbie adored watching her gyrations as she built to climax. This time she enjoyed multiple orgasms, her body trembled, her tummy quivered, uterine and anal contractions shook her as her fragrant nectar squirted.

“Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, God, what are you doing to me, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oooooooooo.”

He lifted his head and looked up.

“Can I assume you liked?”

“More than liked, that was the most fantastic feeling I’ve ever had.”

“I’ll do my best to give you more Baby.”

He crawled up beside her and gave her a kiss as his fingers twined through the fine blonde hairs of her mons veneris.

“Robbie, those girls on the computer were all shaved down there. Do you want me to shave?”

“Baby, I want you natural, I want you to stay just the way you are. You’re a woman and I want you to look like one, ok?”

“Ok Daddy.”

Gently he rolled her onto her tummy, straddled her and lifted her to her knees.

“Spread your legs just a little for me,” he told her as he moved up against her.

His fingers separated her labia, he slid the head of his penis along her moist slit then he entered her.

“Oooooh God Daddy, that feels so good. Fill up your Baby, come on, make me feel it, oh yeah, sooooooooo good, sooooooooo good.”

“You like it Baby, you like your Daddy in you, do you, hunh?”

“Oh, I like, I like, fuck me Daddy, fuck meeee.”

He slapped her bottom and pounded her harder.

“Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh,” she chanted as he thrust into her, pumping hard and fast, giving her a ride like she’d never had before.

“I’m gonna cum Daddy, your Baby’s gonna cum, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”

He felt her vagina contracting, squeezing him, milking him then she just flooded, her fragrant juices pouring out of her as he continued to hammer into her.

The squish of fluids, the slapping of flesh, her screaming orgasms, it was wild and it was wonderful. She didn’t want it to end, she’d never been quite so excited before but slowly she was collapsing to the mattress. He followed her down and continued to thrust. Leaning over her body he nibbled on the nape of her neck then nipped her.

She squealed then thrust back to meet his strokes. He nipped her again as they exploded with mutual climaxes.

He stayed on her back as she settled down.

“God Robbie I feel like a big cat, a lioness or female leopard being mounted by her mate. You know, how he bites her neck. You bit me.”

“And you tasted fantastic, if I do say so…ROAR!”

Sharon laughed, “My big cat, hunh?”

“Yeah, your big cat.”

He was slowly sliding his penis along her anal cleft.

“Are you going to go in me there now?”

“Yes,” he answered as he reached for the lube.

She started to roll over but he stopped her.

“Stay on your tummy, I’m going to take you from behind,” as his fingers probed her, lubricating her, getting her ready.

He lifted his hips positioning the head of his penis against her tight rosebud and said, “Remember, relax,” as he flexed and penetrated her.

“Oooooh,” she moaned as her sphincters were stretched.

“God you’re tight Baby, this is fantastic, can you feel me filling you, stretching you?”

With ragged panting breaths she uttered, “Oh yeah, I can feel it, God can I feel it. It still hurts and I still feel like I need to poop.”

She was gripping the sheet and mouthing, “Ungh, ungh, ungh,” in a cadence with his strokes.

He fucked her for about ten minutes then reached around her hips and lifted her.

“Get up on your knees for me Baby. Arch your back and lift your bottom, that’s the way, now rest your head on the pillow, I’m going to ride you just a little harder.”

God, Sharon thought, in this position he could go even deeper. It felt like he was clear up in her belly, new tissues were stretching. He was opening her, getting her prepared for this part of their sex life. She knew her eyes were tearing so she buried her head in her pillow. He shifted his weight, changed the angle of his penetration, oh it hurt, it hurt.

“Robbie, please, no more, I can’t take anymore, please Daddy.”

“Lie down on your tummy Baby.”

On the mattress he rolled her so she was on her side. He scissored her legs open but stayed in her.

It did give her some relief, he wasn’t nearly as deep in her and she could touch herself. Her fingers danced over her clitoris.

He pumped her faster saying, “I’m gonna cum Baby, do you want my cum?”

“Please, yes, give me your cum, give it to me Daddy, give it to your Baby.”

With a grunt his semen gushed into her rectum.

As he pulled out she was still gaped open, her cream pie was oozing out. He caressed her hip saying, “You’re the best Sharon, the very best.”

Gasping for breath, she replied, “I’m exhausted, that’s what I am.”

He held her and whispered, “I’m so glad you’re my wife. I love you to pieces.”

She snuggled against his chest.

“I love you, too Robbie, I love you, too.”

After a few minutes she started to get up but he held her in place saying, “Not yet Baby, not yet, I want you one more time before we clean up.”

He rolled between her thighs and lifted her legs then moved to her.

He said, “I want to watch your pretty face,” as he again entered her bottom.

As he slid in it dawned on her what he’d been talking about when he’d told her he needed to break her in. After their rough session, it was almost painless as he slid into her.

He gave her a smile then slid his hands along her sides and up to her breasts.

“You’re beautiful Sharon.”

And she was, even lying on her back her breasts were firm and erect, her areolas light tan, the nipples swollen and red like plump little strawberries. Her face was radiant, her smile so alluring. Her tummy was flat, her hips flared and her mons was adorned with fine strawberry blonde hair. She was so utterly desirable.

“Play with yourself for me Baby.”

Her hand slid down, her fingers opened her lips and she fondled her clit, rapidly flicking back and forth as he slowly pumped her.

“Can you cum for me Baby, cum for your Daddy.”

“Unhuh, I think so, just take it slow with me, nice and easy, Oh you fill me up Daddy, your big cock fills up your little Baby, pump me slow, play with my breasts, tell me you’re gonna cum in me, you’re gonna give me your cum in my plump bottom. Talk to me, love me and make love to me.”

He lifted her hand and sucked the juices from her fingers.

“I adore your taste Little One, your scent, your feel, everything about you. You’re so sexy and desirable; God it feels so right being in your body, giving you my cum, drinking yours. Cum for me, tell me you like having my cock in you, that you want me fucking you in your sweet pussy, between your lovely lips, up your tight bottom. You like me in you, don’t you.”

“Yes Daddy, I like you in me. I want you in my pussy, I want to give my bottom to you, God, you’re so big and strong, you make me feel so safe, I want you to protect me and I want to please you. Fuck me a little harder, make me feel it. Give me sweet pain as I surrender my body and mind to you.”

Her words were true,