Third Book Update

Once again, apologies for my relative silence on the blog. Most of my kinky energies remain dedicated to the book, even my kinky personal life is suffering!

I've been reading and revising and revising and revising.  I decided to shorten up the chapters as it made the book flow a lot better. I also removed all sorts of useless words, and any thoughts that really don't advance the plot. So the whole thing is a lot tighter now, and flows well from chapter to chapter. The current chapter count is 69, and the page count is 350, so it's averaging about 5 pages per chapter, which I find to be a nice tight chapter that propels you onto the next. I am currently happy with the flow.

Word count remains at around 80,000. I lost a lot of words in all the editing and cutting process, but then added back in some more scenes to get me back up there again.

In the following I'll refer to the main character as "me". There's so much of me and my life in there, while still being a work of fiction, that I identify as my character.

First 12 chapters are my early life, moving out, meeting David, dating David, us making sure we are compatible lifemates, me getting a marriage proposal and then us preparing for the marriage. There's romance, religion, sexy spankings, sex scenes, my first punishment spanking, some aftercare where David fingers me anally for the first time, and we also meet my Mom and Dad, and David and Daddy exchange joking innuendos about the need to keep me in line.

 

Next 8 chapters are the marriage and the honeymoon. At the marriage I include my "obey" vows and David's younger sister reads a blushy Bible passage, Ephesians 5:22-23:

Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.

There is the tossing of the garter and David has to go real high up my leg to retrieve it, to the hooting and hollering of the crowd. We drive off to a nearby inn for the wedding night. I asked him to give me a spanking before anything else, during which I completed my vows to him:

I pledge to thee, David Delmar, that I agree to be punished when naughty however and whenever you see fit. Thereto I give thee my troth.

After that, David gives me intercourse for the first time in our relationship. I cum hard from his cock in my pussy, experiencing my first ever vaginal orgasm (or at least what I imagine this mythical beast to be, as I have never had one 😢)

The morning after, a young bell boy delivers up our breakfast and I give him a little tease while David is still in the bathroom. David catches me and after the kid leaves he chases me around the room and spanks me amidst much giggling. On the way out of the hotel, David makes me apologize to the bell boy and tell him how I was punished.

We then fly off to our honeymoon in Tahiti. I get waxed so I look more like Daddy's little girl down there, which makes David a little uncomfortable. He takes me to a sex shop on the island and buys me plugs, lubes, and an enema in the drugstore to get me ready. Being a good Christian wannabe wife, I submit to my husband, but beg him to "make me" by whipping me hard first.

Next 10 chapters are after returning from the honeymoon and focus on my conversion to Christianity. I am sent to Sunday School where their plan for me was that I was supposed to assist the lady there as her teaching assistant prior to adult conversion classes beginning in a few months. But because I am a bit insecure and have a chip on my shoulder, there is a misunderstanding when I first get to the room and I storm out imagining I am being sent to Sunday School with the little kids. I swear at the lady on the way out, not giving her a chance to explain at all, and the kids hear my bad word. I send a text to David telling him I WILL NOT be FUCKING humiliated like this, and he can FUCK his FUCKING Church!

David looks into the situation and learns the truth. He comes home and explains it to me. Oh no! What have I done??? David washes my mouth out with soap and punishes me with the hairbrush. I am then forgiven, but will the Church? David goes and makes an arrangement. They say I have the sin of Pride, and I need to be more humble. They are right. They make me read C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity, the chapter on Pride.

According to Christian teachers, the essential vice, the utmost evil, is Pride. Unchastity, anger, greed, drunkenness, and all that, are mere fleabites in comparison: it was through Pride that the devil became the devil: Pride leads to every other vice: it is the complete anti-God state of mind.

They also say my punishment will be to attend Sunday School, as a pupil, not a teaching assistant, dressed like a child, and obeying all the rules for the children. It is a hard pill to swallow, but I throw myself into making amends. I thought this a clever way (if I do say so myself!) to work in some age regression, which is a genre I enjoy.

I do really, really good at Sunday School and I even start taking on some teacher assistant type duties. But then I screw up and am caught sneaking a peak at social media, hiding my phone behind a picture book. The Sunday School teacher catches me and I have to go visit her after class with my husband. They agree I should be spanked at home. David wondered what happened to the tradition of punishing children at school as well? That has been against the rules for many years now, he is told. He asks if an exception can be made in my case, has me sign a permission note, and they get the approval of the Church for the exception. My palms are punished with the strap, and my bottom is paddled across the seat of my panties. I am then spanked at home as well.

Everything goes well again until an evil little six-year-old boy stabs me in the butt with a sharpened pencil. I lose my temper and give him a big SLAP across his face which sends him reeling. I instantly knew I had fucked up.  I am put in the corner in the classroom. The parents are called out of service and they want to press charges. The Sunday School teacher talks them out of it, but tells them about the special permission and promises them I will be given a very severe leathering across my bare bottom as punishment. As the wife taunts me about my punishment I lose bladder control and pee my panties while standing in the corner!

The teacher is called over and she makes me remove my shoes, socks, and skirt, while making me hold my blouse up high. She cleans up the mess with absorbent pads. I am not the first child to pee themselves in Sunday school and there is a rule for it: back into diapers. I am immediately taken to the changing station by the teacher with the husband and wife in tow. My panties are removed and I am wiped, powdered, and diapered in full view of the couple, then sent back into the classroom to continue my corner time until after class, in diapers, where all the Moms and Dads picking their kids can see.

After class, David arrives accompanied by the Pastor, and I am given a severe strapping across the Sunday School teacher's knee while the couple, the Pastor, and my husband look on.

For the next several weeks, according to the rule, I must attend class in a diaper. David puts me into it when we get ready. The Sunday School teacher changes me into a fresh one after class, checking if they are dry. The aggrieved husband and wife are there to watch the diaper inspection each week, which includes a diaper-position application of the paddle to my bare bottom.

I make it through all of that, but gaining the reputation of the 'spanked young wife' among all the parishioners who treat me like a teenage girl. I am eventually baptized, full immersion, but screw up by wearing a white shift that becomes transparent and clingy when wet. Everybody laughs as I desperately cover!

 

The next 11 chapters consist of a visit from David's younger sister Beatrice. We hear about David's rough family history, and how he wound up the legal guardian of Bea when she was 14 and he was 20. Some of Bea's childhood spankings are explored. It also comes out that even into adulthood, Bea wishes to be held accountable by her big brother until she gets married off to a loving husband willing to practice Christian Domestic Discipline. Bea accumulates a list of wrongdoings and presents it to David. As he is now married to me, my permission was requested and granted for the arrangement to continue. Bea is sentenced to three spankings over the next week. David delivers her first spanking that day. The next spanking is to be given by me, so I can practice for when I eventually have children. I am extremely earnest in wanting to do the best possible job on Bea's spanking and do go a little over the top.

While Bea is visiting I misbehave by surreptitiously snapping a photo of her spanked bottom. This is discovered and Bea, as the aggrieved party, is given leave to punish me. She decides to give me a switching next day. We go off to a woooded public park together and she makes me cut switches in the bushes with my pants off. Afterwards she switches me in a way deliberately designed to inflame the passions of her big brother. Afterwards she says she will retire to her room, put her headphones on, and play loud music while we do whatever comes naturally to a husband and wife in this situation.

Bea's third spanking is for a very big thing, and she gets the belt. It comes out that Bea is a bit bipolar, and beats herself up incessantly over her wrongdoings. the only thing that knocks her out of it is a very severe belt whipping from her brother. After doing this, David is a bit shook up and leaves to collect himself. I stay and comfort Bea, who is now feeling much better, and apply cold cream to her bottom. She scandalously and sluttishly gets herself off as I rub the cream into her bottom. She expounds on her theory that links sexual excitement to spanking. Here's an excerpt from the book.

"Thanks for letting me borrow your husband," Bea said. "I was afraid you wouldn't let me."

"Not a problem. But what's this afterwards things all about? Do you get turned on having your brother spank you?" I asked her.

"Oh yes. He doesn't know, of course. Big dummy," she said. "I mean, that's not why I do it. I do it for everything we talked about. To be held accountable and all that. And sometimes I just go off the deep end. I'm a little bipolar in case you haven't figured it out. Manic depressive. Mostly I'm up, but then sometimes I just crash into a depression, usually at the state of my life, especially after I do something epically stupid. I can't get it out of my head, and I keep cycling back to it OCD style. Only a whipping like this gets me out of it. I know, weird. And nobody has the strength to give me the kind of whipping I need except my brother," she said. "Although you weren't too shabby with the hairbrush the other night," she said.

"Nor you with the switches yesterday," I said.

"Yeah, that was fun whipping another girl for once. And was it worth it? Did I get his engines revving for you in the bedroom after?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, actually blushing.

"I always masturbate after he spanks me. Ever since the very first time when I was fourteen. He thinks I just need time to collect myself."

"My you are a naughty, naughty, little girl" I said, and reached over and spanked her sore butt once.

"Ouch!" she cried out and giggled. "Come on. Don't you find it sexy when he spanks you, even if it is for punishment?"

Interesting question. Like her I was not doing it because of any sexual excitement, but I had to admit that the sexual excitement of being justly punished by my man was an aspect.

"Ok, yes. It's not why I do it, though," I was quick to point out.

"It's never why we do it," Bea said, "but there is that side effect. I think God built us that way. It's like how He made sex fun so you want to make babies? Like that, but only with spanking."

"Go on," I said, intrigued by Bea's "interesting" theology.

"God wants men to lead and women to follow, right? So, he invented spanking to enforce that. I mean, think about it. The butt is about the only spot you can really hit a woman without any lasting harm, right? It's custom made for it. All that muscle and fat and thick skin so there's no damage. But then He put all those nerve endings right there near the surface, so you feel it. And He even made it so that it changes colour depending on how hard your man spanks you, like a gauge sort of thing. Tell me that's all accidental.

"But there's more. Then He also put your pussy and butthole right there, with all those sexy nerve endings, and He made it so good when all the blood flows down there. You literally get horny from getting a spanking."

Bea was on a roll. I was nodding and agreeing with her at all the right places. She kept going, encouraged.

"And He also invented shame, and even made shame a bit sexy for women. In the Garden of Eden, there's Eve running all around naked without a care in the world, and then she made the original sin, and suddenly she's all, 'oooh, don’t look at my tits and pussy, I need a leaf to cover them,' right? But then to have sex, she needs to get naked in front of her man and she's all 'no don’t,' but really wants it?

"For a spanking, you have to bend way over to get at the butt the best and show the man all that you should be covering up, right? And after you've waved all your private parts in the air in front of a man, and you just want to DO IT, you know? Get royally fucked. Please him anyway you can?

"Sure, the spanking hurts, and we dread it at one level, but afterwards there's a warm fuzzy feeling of being loved and forgiven, and a warm sexy feeling after all that blood flows down there. And if you're his wife, let's face it you're getting fucked afterwards and you like that, and you get babies out of it, so bonus. So, despite how much it hurts, you accept your next spanking easier as a result."

"That makes weird sense," I told her. She kept going.

"And it works the other way also. When a wife gets so excited, the husband gets that positive feedback later in the bedroom. Hubby also gets turned on seeing his wife waving that red ass at him and squirming for all she's worth, and basically making her pussy beg for a fucking. And so, your husband doesn’t mind spanking you again to correct your bad behaviour instead of throwing you out of the house and letting you starve.

"It's all God's design, I'm sure of it. Except in my case, because I haven’t found my man yet, I have to settle for diddling myself with my fingers and getting a little sexy massage from my new lesbo sister-in-law."

"Hey!" I said, "I'm not a lesbo!"

"Oh, of course not, my apologies," said Bea giggling, "I'm sure it was just a total accident that you brushed by my pussy lips."

Busted.

"Don't tell anyone!" I told her.

"We pinky swore," she said, "it covers it."

 

The next 11 chapters focus on me telling my family that I am now a spanked wife. After the cat is out of the bag, I do a very thoughtless thing at my Mom and Dad's house, and David gives me a spanking there in my old bedroom. Midway through my spanking, My Mom walks in on me and hands David the big wooden spoon. She has a lot of buried resentment over how I disregarded her advice after I moved out, and the incident today just brought that all to the surface. David used the wooden spoon until Mom was satisfied with the result. Afterwards, both Sue and Daddy came upstairs to look at how red my bum was during corner time.

Sue calls me up later and tells me that Nancy, my younger sister, screwed up in school just like I had in first year. As a result of my example, they decided that they should never have stopped spanking me, so they decide to enforce spanking discipline on 18-year-old Nancy. We hear all about Nancy's spanking.

Sue tells me that Mom had a lot of resentment towards me as a result of my reckless behaviour, and while that spanking seems to have cleansed Mom of it, that same resentment remains in her. She therefore asks permission to spank me herself, which is granted.

 

The next 15 chapters cover cottage life with me and David, Mom and Dad, and Nancy and Sue. Nancy and I accidentally wreck Daddy's boat and we are spanked together for it. Due to some initial defiance, Daddy sentences us both to naked corner time on the deck facing the wall. Our spanked bare bums can be seen by all the boaters who pass by. Daddy's fun comes to an end when a policeboat turns up, and while sympathizing with Dad's disciplinary methods, does let him know that it's technically not legal to have two naked girls standing on his deck.

Nancy and I both get a few individual spankings along the way that I describe. It seems to be open-season on us two youngest ones, with all our spanking being distressingly public after that first one. For one of my spankings (for not having a life-jacket with me when I went out in the canoe alone) David paddles me with a crudely fashioned wood panel. It was such a success that Dad and David decide to fashion lovingly varnished and engraved hardwood paddles for Nancy and myself and hang them on the cottage wall.

Those paddles get used when Nancy embroils me in a conspiracy to break curfew. After she gets home very late, she asks me to tell Mom and Dad that we had been sitting and talking on my side of the cottage ever since she got in, right on time. What could I do? I had to help her out.

Well, our shenanigans are discovered when the neighbour's security cam shows Nancy being dropped off well past her curfew. Mom and Dad are incensed that we lied to their faces. Mommy tells us to strip. The paddles come down off the wall and we are severely paddled by Daddy. Then Mommy makes us cut switches (while the neighbours watch!) and we are given a birching on the deck by Mommy who does not spare our most sensitive parts, and then a double switching while Nancy and I are made to hug one another, naked, as Sue and Mom wear out all the switches on our backsides.

One of my misdeeds is to sneak some tarragon from the pots outside the specialty butcher when I didn't  buy anything there. I needed the tarragon. When David discovers it he holds a family vote on how I should be punished. They unanimously agree to a naked spanking across David's standing knee. Next day, David takes me back there to apologize. One thing leads to another, and I get a panties down spanking in front of the butcher and his grown kids, much to their delight.

At the end of the book, the problem of my small bladder comes to a head. I lied to David about going potty before leaving the house and need him to stop. As punishment, David applies the Sunday School rule and will make me wear diapers for the trips to and from the cottage. If I keep it dry for 6 trips I will be free of them. David does not remind me about putting on my diaper before driving home, and I hoped he just forgets. But before we leave he does a check. Finding me in my panties, he takes me across his knee in front of the family and then diapers me in front of them. Mom wants to lend a hand, and takes over from David as he holds my legs up. Everyone is very amused.

The worst were the diaper checks at the cottage which the family always gleefully attended and congratulated me on my dry diaper. The very worst was when Sue did the check and noticed it was wet. But it wasn't pee... They all laughed when Sue held me open and showed everyone how well lubricated I was. Daddy told them not to tease me, and suggested David take me to the bedroom, for which I was again well-teased afterwards.

The book ends about a year later where I recap all the characters and tell how David decided it was time to give me a baby. We had baby-making sex and I got knocked up quick and live happily ever after.

I think it's a fun book and there are many, many exciting scenes in it. I obviously get to pretty extreme scenarios, but the way I build it up and flow it together makes each new level seem plausible, allowing you to suspend your disbelief and enjoy it as a real "what if" book.

What do you think? Sounds fun?