Later that night as she lay beside me, cuddled against my left side, she asked me a question.
“Jack, are you sure you want to get married in two weeks?”
“Yes, as soon as possible; the sooner the better. If you’re sure, then we’ll go ahead and start making the arrangements tomorrow.”
“I’m sure; let’s go into town and get the license first thing in the morning. We don’t have to wait for two weeks, though; as soon as it clears, we can go before the justice of the peace –”
“No.”
She looked at me, startled. “What do you mean, ‘no’?”
“Just what I said: no. Oh, we’ll go in and start the process for the license tomorrow, but we’re not going before the justice of the peace. You’re going to have a real wedding, and it’ll take awhile to plan it. Even two weeks is going to be cutting it close.”
“Jack, there’s no point.”
“Yes there is; there are three points, actually. One point is me; I’m proud of you and I want to marry you in front of the whole world; in fact, I want us to do it right here at the Academy. The second point is the girls. They don’t need to hear we got married; after what they know about you and I, they need to see we got married. In addition to what they already know we’re doing, if what Candy said is true, they see us as a storybook romance, and they need to see a storybook ending. Besides, they’ve already started planning it and volunteering to help; they desperately want to be a part of it. Point number three is you; you need this, you deserve it, and you’re going to have it; the big white dress, the cake, the whole works.”
Uncharacteristically, she set her lips in that rarely-seen stubborn little pout of hers and shook her head. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Jack, I’m not going to be a hypocrite, and that’s just what I’ll be if I put on a big show in a white wedding dress I don’t deserve.”
“Give me one good reason why you don’t deserve it?”
“Because I’m a whore!” she said, her voice rising with emotion.
“Damn it, you’re not a whore! You told me yourself I’m the first man you’ve had in fourteen years – the only one in your entire adult life! That sounds pretty virtuous to me!”
“I know what I was before, and so do you!” Her voice was getting even louder. Fiona was normally very tightly controlled unless she was making love, and this tantrum was completely out of character for her. I could only put it down to the stress of the day, or the guilt over almost breaking up with me, but still...
“Yes I do, and I know what you are now, and now is when I’m marrying you. We’re going to do this the right way.”
“I am doing it the right way, and I’m not having a big wedding!”
I realized I was getting more than a little hot myself, and tried to force my voice into some semblance of calm and reasonable.
“Fiona, listen to me –”
“And I don’t care what you say about it! You can’t make me!”
There it was; that damned misplaced guilt, that same self-destructive, self-depreciating impulse I had corrected her for before. She just couldn’t seem to let go of her go of it. Well, consistent discipline was the rule at Carnifax...
“I think you will care, Fiona,” I told her as I got up and headed towards the bathroom.
“Where are you going?”
“Right back to you,” I told her as I returned with the long-handled bath brush in my hand. Her eyes widened.
“Jack, no!”
“Yes,” I said as I sat down on the edge of the bed, snared an arm, and dragged her naked and struggling across my lap. This was the first time she had ever fought me on the subject. She kicked and bucked until finally I trapped both her legs under my right one and pinned her right hand behind her back. She wasn’t going anywhere until I was ready to let her.
“I don’t want a spanking right now!”
I looked at her lovely bottom, clenching in fearful anticipation and sighed, knowing what had to be done yet having trouble bringing myself to do it. This one wasn’t going to be any fun for either of us. Still, want it or not, this was something she needed, no matter how much either of us hated it.
“That’s too bad, Fiona, because you need a spanking, worse than you’ve ever needed one since I’ve known you, and like you said, I love you enough to give you what you need. This is for your own good.”
“Oh no, Jack! Please!”
“It’s a little late for ‘please’, dear.”
I didn’t fool around and draw the process out like I might have with a sensual spanking; instead, I simply began laying it on full-force as Fiona thrashed and screamed.
“Ouch! Oww! Don’t! Ahh! Please! Oww! Ahh-ah-ah! No more! Oww!”
Her bottom bounced under every impact, and, especially with extra leverage provided by the brush’s long handle, I knew it hurt like hell – it hurt both of us – but I wasn’t about to let up.
Crack! “You can stop this (Crack!) anytime you like (Crack!) Fiona. (Crack!) Simply agree to (Crack!) have a decent wedding (Crack!) like you deserve. (Crack!)”
“No! I – Oh! – won’t! Ouch! I don’t deserve it! Ouch! I don’t deserve it! Oh-oh-oh! You can’t make me! Ahh! You can’t! Owwie-e-e! You ca- Ahh-ah-ah!”
As the spanking went on, she finally broke down and began to cry.
“No more, Jack! I can’t stand it! Oh please no more! It hurts! Oh it hurts!”
Still I didn’t stop, even though she’d already taken more licks than I’d ever given a student in one sitting.
“If you want me (Crack!) to quit, honey, (Crack!) you know what (Crack!) you have to do.”
“I’ll do it! I will! Please, no more! Oh God, it hurts!”
I paused, keeping the brush hovering above its bright red target.
“Give me your promise, Fiona, right now – your word of honor.”
“I p-p-promise! I-I’ll wear the d-dress and have the wedding here! I swear to God! I’ll d-do it! Just don’t s-spank me anymore! Oh ple-e-e-ease don’t!”
I let her up and she immediately got off my lap and rolled over on her side, curling in a fetal position facing away from me as she sobbed miserably and rubbed her bottom. With a sigh, I went to my jacket and took the ointment out of my pocket. Returning to the bed, I gently rolled her onto her stomach and began rubbing the cooling lotion on her blistered rear, and she put her face in her hands and cried all the harder.
“Y-you had n-no right!”
“On the contrary, Fiona,” I told her, still rubbing, “I had every right. I love you; you know that, and that gives me the right to do what’s best for you. The one who had no right was you; you had no right to deny these girls who love you something very special in their lives, and even worse, you had no right to deny yourself something special, something you deserve, and something you would miss for the rest of your life, over your misplaced guilt over what happened when you were a child. That wasn’t your fault, and you are going to shed that guilt, one way or the other. You wanted me to bring some normalcy into this school and into your life; well, that’s what I’m doing. I’m just sorry it’s had to be such a painful lesson.”
I leaned down and softly kissed her once, on each fiery cheek. She was still shaking, so furious she wouldn’t even look at me, let alone speak.
“I know you’re angry, but I want you to understand something. I love you too much to let anyone put you down – not even you. You’re the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met, and I only want what’s best for you. You’re my life, Fiona; you’re my life.”
Pouting and whimpering, she still refused to speak, and I sighed and lay down with the parting words, “If you need me, I’m here.”
Of course, there was no way I could sleep after that, so, wondering if I had just royally screwed up, I simply lay there quietly for what must have been an hour when I heard her small, almost still voice beside me.
“Jack?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, Fiona; you’ve just got pre-wedding jitters. I love you.”
Suddenly she was clinging to me tightly and crying hysterically. I held her, stroking and caressing her comfortingly until she cried herself to sleep in my arms.


When I awoke the next morning, she was lying beside me on her belly, her pointed elfin chin propped on her interlaced fingers, watching me.
“Umm,” I muttered sleepily, “you’re pretty to wake up to.”
“Pretty sore,” she said. “It still hurts.”
Letting my gaze slide down her back to the bruised globes of her poor little bottom, I had no doubt it did. I didn’t regret doing it, but I still felt like hell for having done it, if that makes any sense. I know it hurt her, but it hurt me one hell of a lot more.
“I’m sorry.”
She shook her head. “No; I’m the one who’s sorry; it was my fault. I woke up early and did a lot of thinking. “It wasn’t the spanking so much. That hurt, but what hurt the most is that you had to do it because I needed it, not because I wanted it. The thought of me screwing up badly enough that you knew I needed to be punished…that hurt, Jack. That really hurt. I understand why you spanked me, and I know you were absolutely right to do it. I just...I don’t know why, but I was acting like a stupid spoiled brat. I’m just so nervous over this whole thing, so afraid something will go wrong, it built up until I blew up at you when you were trying to help me. I guess I needed my boundaries set for me again in no uncertain terms, and you were man enough – and loved me enough – to do it. I’ll do what you say from now on; I promise.”
I decided to lighten the mood by testing her on it.
“You’ll do whatever I say?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright,” I told her, scooting up in the bed to a sitting position with my back against the headboard, “then lie across my knees.”
Her eyes widened, and immediately began tearing up.
“Please, Jack...don’t...”
I simply looked at her and patted my lap, and she reluctantly maneuvered into position.
“Please don’t!” she whimpered. “It still hurts!”
“Relax,” I told her as I gently caressed her upturned rear. It looked darker and even more bruised up close and, regardless of the necessity, I felt terrible for having to do it, to cause her pain and to mark that beautiful backside. “I’m not going to spank you; I thought maybe some more ointment and a little massage would take some of the hurt away.”
“A little kiss would be even better,” she said, smiling tearfully back over her shoulder. “Please?”
“Well I see last night’s lesson didn’t take!” I remarked with playful sarcasm. “My fiancé just told me to kiss her butt!” She snickered, and I added, “Then she’d better get into whatever position she’d like.”
Immediately she scrambled off my lap and onto her knees, then bent over far enough to rest her breasts and one side of her face on the mattress. Her legs were spread, causing her bottom to open up wide and putting everything within easy reach.
She sighed as I began kissing her cheeks, gently moving my lips over their smooth surfaces. I covered both of them completely before moving to her crack. Once there, I began at the very top, at the end of her tailbone, and kissed my way down between her spread cheeks. When I reached her puckered little bottom hole, she began to moan softly. Knowing how much she liked it, I kissed her most secret place over and over again, before bringing my tongue into play. I flicked it at first, then rolled the tip around and around her anus, and finally proceeded to probe her with it. By the time I moved on down, stimulating the tender skin of her perineum, her naked pudenda was swollen with excitement, and her vagina was already dripping and ready. Still licking, I dipped my tongue into her slightly musky sweetness, and in no time at all she came, pressing her bottom backwards and grinding it against my face as she shook with passion.
Pulling my head away, I rose to my knees and mounted her from behind, easing my manhood into that soft, pink, hungry blossom between her legs. She gasped, and I timed my thrusts to her movements, in no hurry, just taking my time. I felt her vagina grasping me, almost pulling at me, and after several minutes and at least two orgasms on her part later, I let go and poured myself into her.
We ended up missing breakfast, but neither of us really minded.

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© Copyright by author, 2005; all rights reserved. No duplication except with author’s permission. CARNIFAX II: THE HONEYMOON is a work of fiction, and all characters and places depicted in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, or to any institution, is purely coincidental.
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